Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

In the wilderness, two figures were chasing each other.

The figure in front has an elegant body and brisk steps. With just a tap of his toes, he quickly floats from one place to several feet away, like a fallen leaf in autumn, but there is no trace left where his toes have stepped. It's indescribably relaxed and freehand. This person's Qing Gong is so high that it's really unbelievable.

The man behind was dressed in a green shirt, with a slim figure. There was an indescribable elegance in his movements, and his long sleeves were flying like clouds flying across the sky. However, anyone with a discerning eye could see that compared to the man in front, he was very mysterious. This person's Qinggong skills were obviously much weaker than those of the person in front of him. Not only was the distance taken by each step far less than that of the person in front of him, but he also left shallow depressions on the ground wherever he passed.

But as time went by, the aura of the man in front became more and more chaotic. Gradually, the original leap of three to five feet became one or two feet. Faint traces gradually appeared on the green grass. Obviously, this pursuit The consumption has brought him to the edge of exhaustion.

Although the person behind him is far inferior to the person in front of him in Qinggong and body skills, he has deep inner strength and a long aura. The two people were separated by dozens of feet at the beginning and then only a dozen feet apart. Now they are within ten feet of each other. At this rate, If you go down, it will only be a matter of time before the person in front is caught up.

After about another meal, the man in front finally couldn't stand it anymore, turned around and yelled at the man behind him: "Murong Fu, you bastard, why don't I go to Suzhou City to find a girl to play with? There are so many women in this city, and I haven’t come to your village yet. You have been chasing me all day and all night, and you will never stop.”

The man behind him smiled slightly: "Xu Zhimo, you are a lustful and lewd thief, you are innocent of all bad people everywhere, how can you still be justified? Not only did you kidnap a good girl in front of me, but you also disturbed my pleasure in drinking. You said, Can I spare you?"

Murong Fu's voice came from far behind, and to Yun Zhonghe's ears, it was like a seducing ghost. He didn't care that the other party called his four evil men by the wrong names, and said to Murong Fu in a tone that was almost begging for mercy. He replied: "Mr. Murong, I beg you, don't chase me. In the worst case, can I avoid you next time I see you? Just treat me like a fart and let me go."

Murong Fu said: "Don't look down on yourself so much. A fart floated so far and dispersed early. It's still early today, so it's a good time to compete in Qinggong again. Look at the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. Isn't it beautiful?"

Yun Zhonghe roared: "Then don't keep hitting my ass with stones!"

While he was talking, another pebble as big as a broad bean arrived with the sound of breaking wind. After several previous experiences, Yun Zhonghe was already on guard. With a slight shake of his body, the pebble hit him with a strong gust of wind. A small tree nearby knocked its leaves all over the ground.

Murong Fu pretended to be surprised and said: "Hey, it's not bad, I actually dodged it. Keep working hard."

As he said that, he put more force on his feet, and the distance between the two people shrank by another ten feet. Yun Zhonghe's ghost was so strong that he quickly used his Qing Kung to the extreme. When the distance between the two people widened by several feet, Yun Zhonghe Hecai secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Yun Zhonghe felt that the most regretful thing he had ever done in his life was to come to Suzhou to pick flowers.

A few days ago, the four villains, led by the boss Duan Yanqing, came to the south of the Yangtze River to seek bad luck from the Beggar Clan. When they arrived in Suzhou, Yun Zhonghe's traitorous nature reappeared. He heard that Suzhou has been gathering beauties since ancient times, so he knew I got the idea of ​​picking flowers, so I sneaked out alone.

I don't know whether I should say that Yun Zhonghe is lucky or unlucky. He walked around the city a few times and happened to meet a family getting married. The procession of welcoming the bride took up half of the street.

Yun Zhonghe judged from experience that the beauty of a young lady from such a wealthy family must be good, so in front of a group of people, relying on his superb Qinggong skills, he abducted the bride and ran away. He lifted the hijab and saw that she was indeed stunning. Suddenly, half of his body froze. Just when he was secretly proud, just like before, something flew from a distance and hit his wrist. The pain made him let go of the beautiful girl in his arms.

Just when he was scolding some blind meddler, a green figure floated over. Yun Zhonghe didn't know the origin of the figure, but seeing that he was well-dressed and handsome, he thought it was someone who had learned some Three-Legged Cat Kung Fu. The children of the aristocratic family are pretending to be heroes.

He immediately became furious and faced him with a pair of rotten silver crane claws. Unexpectedly, the opponent's martial arts skills were beyond his imagination.

The other party didn't exert any force at all. He just held one hand behind his back and swung his sleeves a few times. He couldn't resist it, so he had to put down the beauty he had obtained, use his unparalleled lightness skills, and run for his life.

Although Yun Zhonghe is the weakest in martial arts among the four evil men, he can still be considered a first-class expert. Previously in Dali, he was able to escape unscathed from the siege of two ministers under King Zhennan.

The young man in front of him looked like he was only twenty-four or five years old. Fighting against him was like playing with a baby. With such a high level of martial arts, at this age, besides the famous Gusu Murong, who else could there be on the ground in Jiangnan?

Fortunately, although Yun Zhonghe was not good at martial arts, his light kung fu and body skills were far superior to Murong Fu's. So he ran away with all his strength, but Murong Fu could not catch up. He originally thought that the opponent was just in a temporary mood and could not catch up after a while. Forget it, but don't expect that the other party will chase you all day and night.

He was cursing and begging for mercy all the way, but Murong Fu was not going to let him go. From time to time, he would hit him with a small stone. He did not pick the vital parts, but only hit the fleshy places, and deliberately controlled the force to Yun Zhonghe. Yun Zhonghe's thighs, buttocks and other places were already covered in bruises along the way.

Murong Fu stared at Yun Zhonghe's figure, his heart burning.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that hot.

A few days ago, Murong Fu was drinking alone in a restaurant in Suzhou City, admiring the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River and watching a family downstairs receive a bride.

It was a beautiful day in the south of the Yangtze River, and Murong Fu was in a good mood with Zui and the mountain old man. The lively scene of the wedding made Murong Fu secretly look forward to marrying the beautiful Wang Yuyan in the future.

Just when Murong Fu was in a good mood, a bamboo pole-like figure suddenly broke into the wedding party and abducted the bride in the sedan in front of everyone. Suddenly, the scene was chaotic, with women screaming and men With the shouts, people in the whole street had no choice but to watch the man leave.

The man's wanton smile and the bride's scream suddenly made Murong Fu's good mood ebb.

"In front of the young master? So arrogant?"

So he just used his strength and threw the wine glass in his hand from a long distance, hitting the man's wrist. The man felt pain and put down the bride.

Then Murong Fu went up to catch the man. The man first took out a pair of strange-shaped weapons and fought with Murong Fu for several rounds. When he found that he couldn't fight, he gave up the weapons and turned around and ran away. Murong Fu quickly chased after him. , and it turned out that this man’s Qing Gong was beyond his imagination.

Murong's family's qinggong and body skills were barely top-notch, but compared to the man in front of him, they were nothing. If Murong Fu hadn't had such deep inner strength, he would have slipped away long ago.

With this superb Qing Gong, coupled with this daring and lecherous nature, who else could be there besides Yun Zhonghe?

Therefore, Murong Fu didn't want Yun Zhonghe to run away now.

The last time Dali and his party were together, if I had to ask what regrets they had, it was that they didn’t get Lingbo Weibu, the ethereal Qinggong footwork that Murong Fu was so greedy for.

But there was no Shandong jade statue, and it was difficult to ask Duan Yu, so he had to give up.

Murong's ancestral Shenhe Finger, Dragon City Sword Technique, and Dou Zhuan Xing Shi Yi are all top-notch techniques in their respective fields in this era, but they are really weak in Qing Kung Fu. Otherwise, Murong Fu wouldn't have been as good at Tianlong Temple back then. Let Jiumozhi catch him, so getting a good Qinggong movement became Murong Fu's top priority.

Although Xiaoyao Sect's Qinggong is good, but he can't do it himself, there is no reason to go to Deaf-mute Valley or Lingjiu Palace to let Wu Yazi or Tianshan Tonglao teach him. Li Qiushui might have some hope. After all, people like handsome men, and Murong Fu To be honest, this skin is really good, but not to mention the psychological discomfort, even if you put aside your psychological troubles and look for her, you still don't know where she is now.

Therefore, this is the reason why Murong Fu pursued Yun Zhonghe so hard.

You have offended the abbot, oh no, you have offended this young master and you still want to leave?

Another strong wind carried a small stone and hit Yun Zhonghe's thigh. The power of this stone was that Murong Fu had used the opportunity to turn the sword energy of the Six Meridians Divine Sword into something after he had mastered the Shang Yang Sword. Although the force of the finger flick is not great, it can only hurt people, but it is more accurate and has a long attack distance. It is not very harmful but extremely humiliating, so it is perfect for this situation.

Murong Fu's intention was not to capture or kill Yun Zhonghe. What he wanted was to defeat Yun Zhonghe mentally and finally force him to hand over his Qinggong movement.

In Murong Fu's opinion, Yun Zhonghe's Qinggong and Shenfa are far more practical than Lingbo Weibu. First of all, the Lingbo Microstep is more suitable for dodge and move within a certain range, and it requires too much internal strength, so it is not suitable for long-distance pursuit or escape. Secondly, Lingbo Weibu is not suitable for combat in complex terrain. Once it encounters swamps, piles of rocks and other terrain, it will be over immediately.

In contrast, Yun Zhonghe's internal strength was far inferior to that of Murong Fu, but he was able to persist for such a long time under Murong Fu's full pursuit without being overtaken, and left almost no traces for tracking along the way.

What a magical skill.

Thinking of this, Murong Fu flicked another pebble out, followed by a wail.

After chasing for about another meal, Yun Zhonghe's figure became more and more sluggish. Finally, after Murong Fu hit his thigh with another pebble, he could no longer hold on. His knees weakened and he fell down on a piece of grass.