Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Murong Fu moved the folding fan in his hand to his left hand, and with a distance of three feet between his body and the bowl of wine, he slowly moved his right hand out.

Everyone held their breath and waited for the next shocking battle. However, what was disappointing was that every time Murong Fu's fingertips were still half an inch away from the edge of the wine bowl, they retracted again, as if they had encountered an invisible barrier. This was repeated several times, but they would not touch the edge of the wine bowl. That wine bowl is nothing.

Everyone was anxious and talking a lot. The disciples of the Xingxiu Sect wanted to flatter their master, but the look on his face made them shut up. Occasionally, there would be those who were slow to react and wanted to shout a few slogans, but they would be stopped calmly by the people around them.

As the saying goes, outsiders watch the excitement, while insiders watch the door. Those onlookers who had come to watch for the excitement were very bored when they saw that the two people had not taken action and were just making fuss around a wine bowl.

Someone made a "boo" sound, and then the originally still crowd broke into pieces with a "crash" like the ice on a pond in early spring. So those who do business continue to do business, and those who dry clothes continue to dry their clothes. The drinker held the bowl, shook his head, and continued the unfinished gossip business, as if the battle that had made countless people fearful did not exist at all.

The streets were as lively as before. Although passers-by complained about the behavior of a group of people from the Xingxiu Sect occupying the main road, they did not dare to say anything. They shrank their heads and hurried on.

Only the closest people could feel the oppression.

There was no wind, not a cloud in the sky. Everyone who was still on the field consciously kept a distance of ten feet away from the two of them. Although the two of them seemed to be motionless, the invisible sense of oppression made everyone dare not make even the slightest sound.

Finally, one of the Beggar Clan disciples could not bear it anymore and quietly asked Wu Changfeng next to him: "Elder Wu, what on earth is Mr. Murong doing?"

Wu Changfeng frowned and didn't answer.

Apart from Ding Chunqiu and Murong Fu, he had the highest martial arts here, and he was the only one who could barely see how the two of them fought.

In the eyes of others, Murong Fu just stretched out his hand repeatedly and then retracted it.

But in his eyes, the two people's hands had been moving with an invisible amplitude. It was just because the amplitude was too small and the two people's movements were too fast that it seemed that the two of them had been repeating the same movement.

Ding Chunqiu's expression was solemn, and the previous proud look on his face completely disappeared. Murong Fu had a faint smile on his lips.

As time passed, fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on Ding Chunqiu's forehead, and Murong Fu's extended hand gradually began to tremble in an invisible arc.

The two of them seemed to be taking a leisurely stroll, but in fact they were competing with each other with their powerful inner strength. Although Ding Chunqiu is said to be an evil heretic, he was an official disciple of Xiaoyao Sect in his early years, and his skill was far superior to that of his senior brother Su Xinghe. Although he later rebelled and sent out, after decades of hard training, his deep internal strength has long been far superior to the first-class masters.

Although Murong Fu is young, after absorbing part of the internal strength of the three great masters Jiumozhi, Zheluo Xing and Boluo Xing, he is already above Ding Chunqiu in terms of pure internal strength. But every time the competition reaches the final moment, when the opponent is about to be defeated, he is always avoided by the opponent in a strange way, as if there is a mass of formless air in front of him, which cannot be grasped at all.

Taoist Kung Fu, Small Phaseless Kung Fu.

However, it is obvious that Ding Chunqiu's Xiao Wuxiang Kung Fu has not been practiced to a perfect level. Otherwise, if the internal strength of his whole body is as strong as the fingers of his arm and his mind can move at will, he can attack Murong Fu without knowing it, and he will not be constantly beaten by him. Pressed.

A small crack opened from the bottom of the bowl, and then the cracks gradually expanded to the edge of the bowl. Finally, the entire wine bowl was densely covered with cracks. The originally calm wine in the bowl also became rippled as the cracks expanded, and finally formed a small vortex in the small wine bowl, as if a storm was blowing in the wine bowl.

Finally, with a bang, the wine bowl exploded into countless pieces, as if someone had hit it with a giant hammer.

Ding Chunqiu shouted, and played his fingers more than a dozen times at a dizzying speed, and a few drops of splashed wine flew towards Murong Fu like an arrow off the string.

Murong Fu opened the folding fan with his left hand. The folding fan is like an eagle spreading its wings to face the coming storm, or like a soldier setting up a shield in his hand to protect the king behind him.

Drinks all over the sky hit the folding fan and bounced back one by one. Occasionally, a drop of the rebounded wine hit the bluestone bricks on the roadside. A crack appeared on the stone bricks, and then a big hole appeared in an instant. Obviously, this drop of wine contained terrible poison.

Ding Chunqiu flicked his fingers together, his sleeves fluttering as if he were a butterfly flying through flowers, playing with the world, showing indescribable grace and agility. Murong Fu used a folding fan to make it airtight, letting the wine flow like a strong wind and rain, while the folding fan was like a banana in the wind and rain, letting the rain penetrate the forest and beat the leaves, but remained unmoved.

The last drop of wine was blocked by the folding fan, Ding Chunqiu pointed her toes, closed her palms, and shot towards Murong Fu. Murong Fu threw the folding fan away and met Ding Chunqiu's palms with both hands.

The moment their palms came into contact, Ding Chunqiu's eyes showed a hint of pride. Then he changed his palms into claws and grasped Murong Fu's hands tightly with both hands. Then, the internal force was activated, and the poison in his body was like a flood that opened a flood gate, continuously rushing towards the opponent's body along Murong Fu's palms.

His power-changing method is based on poison, and each time it is used, a part of the poison in the body will be consumed. The lost poison must be replenished in time, otherwise once the lost poison is too much and cannot be replenished in time, the skill will backfire.

At that time, the meridians, skin and flesh of the whole body will ulcerate from the inside out, and the person will not die immediately for a while. That feeling was ten thousand times more terrifying than Lingchi's execution. He used similar techniques to execute a disciple who betrayed him.

Lock it into a sealed stone room so that it cannot replenish toxins and food is provided. The disciple wailed for a full month, and finally died miserably in a torture that was a hundred times more painful than Lingchi.

Nowadays, he has used a large amount of toxins so recklessly, obviously he has the intention to kill Murong Fu.

Unexpectedly, Murong Fu's hands were restrained, but his face showed no panic at all, and there was even a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Ding Chunqiu was stunned and felt a bad premonition in his heart. He wanted to withdraw his hands, but found that his hands seemed to be stuck to the opponent's hands with swim bladder glue. Then a strong force surged out from the opponent's palm, and all the poison he had previously injected into the opponent's body was returned to Ding Chunqiu's body along the previous trajectory.

"How can my Murong family's secret knowledge be understood by a traitor like you!"

Murong Fu's cold voice was like a thunder exploding in Ding Chunqiu's ears.

The second update is here, have a good sleep, la la la.