Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Ding Chunqiu was shocked and angry: "Impossible! He is an outsider, why should he be the leader! The leader of Xiaoyao Sect can only be me, I, Ding Chunqiu!"

Not only was Ding Chunqiu surprised, but other onlookers were also talking a lot. It is said that it is a very common thing in the martial arts world for the children of aristocratic families to worship sects. However, because Nan Murong's name is so famous, people subconsciously regard the Murong family as a martial arts sect of the same category as Shaolin and the Beggar Clan.

Immediately, someone realized that Murong Fu chose to join the Xiaoyao sect in order to legitimately help the Xiaoyao sect eliminate rebellion. This high righteousness is indeed a bit like the benevolent chivalry of ancient times, and I can't help but respect Murong Fu a little more.

Murong Fu waved his hand, smiled at Ding Chunqiu and said, "Ding Chunqiu, open your eyes and see, what is this?"

On Murong Fu's thumb, a huge gemstone ring shone in the sun. Ding Chunqiu was shocked and angry: "The Seven Treasures Ring! It's the Seven Treasures Ring! Old thief, you really gave the Seven Treasures Ring to an outsider without passing it on." I!"

Wu Yazi sneered and said: "Outsiders? Rebels, are you dead or alive today, and are you still talking nonsense here? Fu Guan is my direct disciple. He is extremely talented and has learned all the secrets of my Xiaoyao sect. Today I will let him Come and clean up the door for the teacher!"

If something that has been cherished for decades is taken away by others, this kind of stimulation is unbearable for anyone. In order to find the legendary Xiaoyao superior martial arts, he stayed in Xingxiu Sea for thirty years, and his black hair turned into silver threads. Unfortunately for him, he was lucky enough to find some fragments of martial arts, and he was able to improve his skills greatly in the past thirty years.

I didn't expect that something that I had worked so hard to get would be available to someone at their fingertips.

He hates it, how could he not hate it.

"I don't accept it! I want to challenge him!" Full of resentment turned into a roar, Ding Chunqiu stared at the huge ring on Murong Fu's finger, his eyes full of greed and cruelty.

Su Xinghe sneered: "Ding Chunqiu, Junior Brother Ding. You consider yourself a member of Xiaoyao Sect and have repeatedly offended the leader. Logically speaking, you should not be worthy of being called a disciple of Xiaoyao Sect. However, in order to let you die clearly, the leader took over Your challenge!”

After hearing this, Ding Chunqiu's face flashed with joy, and he said: "Okay! If he can surpass me in Xiaoyao sect martial arts today, I will respect him as the leader in the future, and I will do whatever I want, but I will not complain."

On the other hand, he was quick in his calculations, negotiated terms as soon as he spoke, and asked Murong Fu to use the Xiaoyao sect's martial arts to fight, so that he could not use the "treat the other person's way, repay the other person's body" that made him suffer a big loss last time. . I also thought that if I failed, I could still save my life in order to make a comeback in the future.

Murong Fu smiled slightly: "Okay, as you wish, I will use Xiaoyao Martial Arts to fight you openly. However, I don't need you to obey orders in the future. Today, I will break your legs first and let you Kneel down in front of the master, and then break all the bones in your body one by one. How long you can live depends on your own destiny!"

Murong Fu's tone was gentle, but the words he said made Ding Chunqiu feel cold all over.

Everyone consciously took a few steps back and moved out of the way to make way for a shocking battle that was about to break out between these two masters.

Ding Chunqiu stared at Murong Fu with a stern expression and said: "Murong Fu, you are the heir of the Murong family. Just for a few martial arts classics, you joined other people's disciples. You are shameless and have forgotten your ancestors. You have brought shame on your Murong family. Damn it! If I were you, I would just die!"

As he said this, he activated his inner strength and used evil martial arts similar to the "Ecstasy Technique" to interfere with his opponent's mind. Once Murong Fu's mind was disturbed, any angry or defensive actions would be affected by him.

Murong Fu looked at Ding Chunqiu's poor performance as if he were watching an ignorant clown.

In his opinion, Ding Chunqiu's behavior was like an ant waving blades of grass to provoke an anteater. To be honest, if he let the fight go, he might not be able to successfully defeat Ding Chunqiu, but Ding Chunqiu preferred to fight to the death and proposed using Xiaoyao Martial Arts to fight. Isn't this looking for death?

Ding Chunqiu had his own little calculation. In his opinion, the last time he fought against Murong Fu, the opponent used the Murong family's ancestral martial arts and the invisible sword energy, and he didn't know the slightest bit of Xiaoyao martial arts. Even after that, Wu Yazi taught day and night, how much could he learn?

"Since you want to challenge me, I will let you take action first!"

Murong Fu clasped his hands behind his back, looking like he was strolling around without caring. He was not afraid of Ding Chunqiu using poison. If the old monster used poison, he would have a reason to use Dou Zhuan Xing Shi.

Ding Chunqiu jumped forward and struck out with a palm. Murong Fu didn't take it seriously at all. He followed Ling Bo's micro-steps and took a step in the direction of Qian Gua to avoid the palm. Ding Chunqiu missed with one blow and struck three palms in a row. The wind of his palms was fierce, picking up countless fallen leaves and dead grass accumulated in the valley, trying to interfere with Murong Fu's sight. Who knew that Murong Fu seemed to be able to predict his future in advance? It seemed like every move he made, no matter how hard he punched or slapped, he couldn't even touch half of his clothes.

Ding Chunqiu was greatly moved. When he looked closely, he saw that Murong Fu had closed his eyes at some point and was walking with him with his hands behind his back, as if it was not a life and death fight, but an old man playing with a naughty child.

Ding Chunqiu was shocked and angry: This old thief actually passed on such a powerful Qinggong movement to him!

Seeing that the situation was not good, the disciples of Xingxiu Sect expressed their loyalty one after another and sang praises.

"Old Immortal Xingxiu moves his finger, boy, you will die without a burial place!"

"Boy, what do you think you can do if you only know how to hide? If you are afraid of the old immortal, just admit defeat and kowtow to ask the old immortal to spare your life. If the old immortal is in a good mood, he may give you some tips and you will benefit a lot!"

At that time, there were many masters in the valley, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that Murong Fu had been playing tricks on Ding Chunqiu throughout the whole process, and he had firmly gained the upper hand. However, the Xingxiu disciples were still licking his face and confusing right and wrong. They could not help but feel that the Xingxiu sect was even more shameless. cognition.

Qiao Feng was furious when he heard this. He summoned all his strength and shouted at the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect: "Shameless little boy, shut up!"

This sound was like a scorching thunder in dry land. The weaker disciples were shocked to death by the sound on the spot. The rest also spit out a mouthful of blood, their breath was weak, and they no longer had the strength to shout.

Xuannan thought to himself: This leader of the Beggar Clan has such deep inner strength. This time he didn't use any skills, he just relied on his internal strength to shock and injure people. If it were me, even using the lion's roar might not be able to achieve such an effect, right? "

Murong Fu played with Ding Chunqiu, completely treating him as a fool.

In itself, the gap in martial arts between the two is not that big. Although he has an advantage in terms of internal strength and martial arts configuration, at most he is only a few steps ahead of his opponent. The current situation is quite similar to that of Huang Yaoshi playing tricks on Li Mochou and the sweeping monk torturing Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo.

The source of everything is that the other party is willing to die and proposes to use Xiaoyao sect martial arts to duel.

You, Ding Chunqiu, an outer sect disciple who struggled to learn some outer sect kung fu, are not seeking death by fighting a direct disciple using your own martial arts?

The more Ding Chunqiu was beaten, the more frightened he became, and the more he was beaten, the more frightened he became. To outsiders, Ding Chunqiu had a graceful figure and graceful posture, and every move he made seemed like a god descending from the earth. However, only he knew that several times, Murong Fu could seriously injure him, but he kept his hands behind his back and made no move. It was clear that he was deliberately playing tricks. he!

The South China Sea Crocodile God said to Duan Yanqing: "Boss, I haven't seen you for a while. Murong Fu's martial arts is much better than last time!" Duan Yanqing stared coldly at the two fighting on the field, silently, not knowing. What's going on in my mind.

Duan Yu walked over with a smile: "Good disciple, that's your uncle. Please speak politely!"

The South China Sea Crocodile God was furious: "Grandma! Why do I have another junior uncle?!"

Duan Yu smiled and said: "That's the sworn brother I recognize as my master. Do you think he is your senior uncle based on his seniority? Remember it from now on, and say hello to your senior uncle when you see him. Otherwise, if your senior uncle tries to teach you a lesson, I can't stop you, my master!" He just walked over casually, not worried at all about Duan Yanqing's sudden attack. Anyway, there were so many masters in the valley watching, even if Duan Yanqing suddenly attacked, he would not be able to escape with a single step of Lingbo. Just three feet away.

The South China Sea Crocodile God was furious: "Grandma, I'm afraid he'll teach me a lesson, am I afraid of him? Me, I'll just be careful in the future!"

"Hey, this is my good disciple!" Duan Yu said with a smile.

Duan Yanqing glanced at Duan Yu coldly, and when he saw Duan Yu's pointed face, handsome and graceful, with jade trees facing the wind, he really looked like a handsome and elegant young man from the world. He couldn't help but snorted in his heart: Duan Zhengchun does have a Good son.

Duan Zhengchun fell into deep thought the moment Wu Yazi appeared, not because of Wu Yazi, but because of the pink-shirted girl who was pushing Wu Yazi. Looking at the girl's bright and slightly green face, a paragraph of Past events flooded Duan Zhengchun's mind: Why does this girl look so much like A Luo? Could it be that she is A Luo's daughter?

For a moment, Duan Zhengchun had mixed feelings.

Jiumozhi looked at Murong Fu playing with Ding Ding in the field, and sighed in his heart: Mr. Murong Bo, your master's martial arts talent is truly the best in the world.

Thinking like this, he couldn't help but secretly feel glad that he did not continue to be enemies with Murong Fu.

On the field, Ding Chunqiu and Murong Fu fought fiercely for a long time, without even touching a corner of each other's clothes. He couldn't help but feel a little angry: "Did Wu Yazi teach you the ability to escape?"

Murong Fu said: "You really want to die quickly? Well, I'll make it happen for you!"

As he spoke, Murong Fu moved, and in an instant he was in front of Ding Chunqiu, and grabbed Ding Chunqiu's wrist with lightning speed.

Ding Chunqiu was overjoyed and secretly said that Murong Fu was seeking death.

Unexpectedly, the poison that I usually use to be invincible actually has no effect at all.

Murong Fu took Ding Chunqiu's wrist, gently pulled it off, and then without waiting for Ding Chunqiu to fight back, he stepped out on his toes and was already three feet away.