Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Ding Chunqiu felt his wrist go numb, and then he lost consciousness in one hand. When he came to his senses, he felt as if his wrist had been stung by a poisonous bee, and his whole wrist hurt.

With a sudden force, he gritted his teeth and took his hand back. Although he was angry in his heart, he taunted: "You don't know how high the sky is, I have already mastered the poisonous skills to the transformation state. How can you easily offend me? The poisonous energy you just touched is probably going to reach the heart." It's close! Remove one arm quickly, maybe you can save a life!

"Ding Chunqiu, Ding Chunqiu. As a Taoist disciple, haven't you ever heard that well frogs cannot speak to the sea, and summer insects cannot speak to the ice? Use your little poison to poison rats, spiders, cockroaches, etc. Your stuff is still good. Want to hurt me? Another thirty years of training will be useless!"

Murong Fu was dressed in a robe without any wind, and the majestic Beiming Zhenqi burst out of his body, and his whole aura suddenly increased a lot.

Xuannan and others exchanged glances, and they all saw a hint of fear in each other's eyes.

Xuan Ji was the first to break the silence: "Senior brother, I believe it now. You are right. There is probably someone else who killed senior brother Xuan Bei."

Xuan Tong clicked his tongue and said in surprise: "It seems that he showed mercy last time he fought with the three of us. If he really has murderous intentions, how can we three brothers survive?"

Xuan Dong said: "There are talented people from generation to generation. Alas, we old guys are also outclassed by young people. If senior abbot had seen this man's martial arts, he would never think that junior brother Xuanbei was killed by him."

Ding Chunqiu's eyes were slightly glazed over. Only he who was closest to Murong Fu could feel the oppressive feeling, as if a mountain was pressing down on him, which even affected his breathing to a certain extent.

"Beiming Magic! The old thief's Beiming Magic! He even passed this on to you!"

"You talk like an 'old thief', which makes me really angry. I have no choice but to knock out one of your teeth first to shut you up!"

Murong Fu smiled lightly, still in that calm tone, paired with the harshest words.

As Murong Fu spoke, the movements of his hands were not slow at all. While talking and laughing, he struck directly at Ding Chunqiu's face with a "seeing a dragon in the field" palm.

Before the palm could reach him, the fierce and fierce wind of the palm had already blown Ding Chunqiu's white hair into all directions.

Everyone on the field was shocked, especially Qiao Feng, who couldn't help but exclaimed: "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?!"

The onlookers were talking a lot. Even those who had never seen the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon, after Qiao Feng reminded them, they realized that what Murong Fu was using now was the secret skill of the Beggar Clan.

Surprised, they couldn't help but marvel. Everyone knew that the Gusu Murong clan was familiar with hundreds of martial arts in the world, but they didn't expect that he could even learn the secret skills for suppressing the gang that were passed down from generation to generation by the bosses of the Beggar Clan.

As soon as Qiao Feng finished speaking, he felt something was wrong.

At first glance, the one Murong Fu was using was indeed the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, but upon closer inspection, there were still many subtle differences. He has practiced the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms for more than ten years, and his skills have reached the state of transformation, so he can naturally see these small differences.

But after he breathed a sigh of relief, he was shocked again. The Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms of the Beggar Clan has always been passed down orally between the old and new leaders. There is no secret book in existence, not to mention that Murong Fu couldn't steal the secret book. Then there is only one explanation, and that is that after two fights, Murong Fu had figured out the moves of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and was able to use them!

Moreover, judging from the actual effect, it is not like a beginner, but it is already 60 to 70% warm!

"Brother Murong's martial arts talent is really amazing!"

Qiao Feng thought to himself.

He was magnanimous, but he did not think at all about the other party secretly learning his own martial arts. Instead, he felt that Murong Fu's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms against Ding Chunqiu was also a show of strength for the Beggar Clan.

Ding Chunqiu struggled to resist, and was almost hit in the face by the fierce palm wind several times, resulting in a swollen face and tooth loss.

He roared angrily: "How can we use other martial arts when we are fighting within our sect!"

Murong Fu sneered and said, "You don't even recognize the small Wuxiang Kung Fu of our sect, so you still have the nerve to call yourself a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect?!"

When everyone heard the "Small Phaseless Skill", they were even more surprised: Could it be that what Murong Fu used was not the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms? But judging from the moves, they are obviously exactly the same!

"Next, let you see the Shaolin Sect's "Everything in the Sleeve"!"

While talking and laughing, Murong Fu's two broad sleeves suddenly fluttered, like a big eagle spreading its wings.

In the blink of an eye, Murong Fu had already passed more than a dozen moves with Ding Chunqiu.

There is something in the sleeves. The principle of this Shaolin stunt is very simple. It is to use the cover of the sleeves and use the palms of both hands to punch. Fists can hurt people, and sleeves and robes can also hurt people. At the same time, because of the cover of the sleeves, the opponent is completely unable to judge the path of the punch and the palm technique, so it is difficult to spot the move.

"I used it in front of him once! He actually learned it?!"

Xuannan's eyes were full of disbelief.

With their knowledge of martial arts, it was impossible to imagine that Murong Fu used Xiao Wu Xiang Gong to imitate the tricks of the world within his sleeves. During those few days of reading in Langhuan Paradise, Murong Fu had memorized the seventy-two stunts one by one. Wouldn't it be easy to use them with the Little Wuxiang Skill?

Ding Chunqiu was caught off guard and received multiple slaps from Murong Fu.

Although he has a bad character, he is still considered a master-level figure in the martial arts world. These slaps made him lose face.

He screamed loudly and attacked with all his might. He had already thrown away the rules of duel between fellow sects, and used all kinds of evil magic techniques one by one. However, no matter how much he struggled, he was just helpless and furious. Murong Fu was like a cat playing with a mouse, interrupting Ding Chunqiu's moves one by one, and even pulled off a few handfuls of his beard.

At this time, Ding Chunqiu's gorgeous robe had been torn into strips in the fight, and his long flowing beard had also been torn to pieces. Where was the fairy-like posture in the previous painting? It is not an exaggeration to say that he is an old beggar from the Beggar Clan.

Seeing that Murong Fu had the upper hand, Bao Bu couldn't help but taunted: "Ding Chunqiu, don't you call yourself Xingxu Old Immortal? Why do you look like a mangy dog ​​now? I think you changed your name to Xingxu Old Dog, Xingxu old loser?" !”

A group of Xingxiu disciples who were originally making a big fuss and building a platform for their master were so frightened that they couldn't speak when they saw their master's miserable appearance. Their eyes were darting around, and they were already secretly planning where to escape later. .

"I'm not willing to accept it, I'm not willing to accept it, I'm not willing to accept it!"

Ding Chunqiu looked crazy and attacked Murong Fu desperately, assuming a desperate posture.

Murong Fu did not expect that Ding Chunqiu's character would act like a desperado. He was in a hurry for a while, but he actually allowed the other party to bring the situation back a little, and a deadlock was formed for a while.

Ding Chunqiu saw the right moment and struck Wang Yuyan behind Wu Yazi with a tiny ray of fire.

Murong Fu was caught off guard and quickly dodged and stood in front of Wang Yuyan. Beiming's zhenqi swayed and dispelled the ray of fire invisible.

"No! This old monster wants to run away!"

When Murong Fu understood Ding Chunqiu's intention, Ding Chunqiu was already at the mouth of the valley.

Seeing that the traitor was about to escape in the next second, Qiao Feng roared: "Where to run!"

In the blink of an eye, Qiao Feng's tall figure appeared behind Ding Chunqiu. With the inner strength of his palms surging, he slapped Ding Chunqiu's back mind sealing acupuncture point. Even though Ding Chunqiu had deep internal energy, this palm slap caused Ding Chunqiu to vomit blood and his figure suddenly softened.

Qiao Feng pinched Ding Chunqiu's neck and raised the old monster above his head: "I, the old leader of the Beggar Clan, Wang, was injured at the hands of you, this old monster. Today, God is lucky to send you, this old monster, to the Central Plains. You are already dead." Come, do you still want to leave alive?"

With that said, he threw Ding Chunqiu with great force, and his entire body fell into the field. Ding Chunqiu had already been seriously injured in the previous fight, and was slapped by Qiao Feng again. He was already unable to resist. This time, he fell hard and broke several bones in his body. He lay on the ground wailing. Array, unable to get up.