Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Wu Yazi's request made Murong Fu wonder what the other person was thinking. Could it be that the old man was testing his own character? If this sword pierces out, just slap yourself to death with your sleeve? Can't?

He bowed respectfully: "Master, I really dare not offend the majesty of my master, as the saying goes."

Murong Fu's long speech was directly interrupted by Wu Yazi: "Okay, you grandson, you are too smart. You know, sometimes cleverness can be mistaken for cleverness! Don't hesitate when I ask you to take action. Do you think I want to give you some advice? You? I'm afraid that you are too incompetent and won't be able to protect my granddaughter in the future!"

Murong Fu:? ? ?

Didn’t you talk about the last disciple yesterday? Changed your mind today? Also, why do I always feel offended?

Murong Fu looked at Su Xinghe with pleading eyes, hoping that his senior brother, whom he had just known for a day and a half, could help him say something to ease the awkward atmosphere. Unexpectedly, Mr. Smart Bian would start talking about the past three people again. Ten years of experience - pretending to be deaf and dumb.

Seeing that Su Xinghe didn't want to get involved and Wu Yazi insisted on doing so, Murong Fu had no choice. He had no choice but to bow down again: "Then the disciple was offended! Master, don't blame me!"

Wu Yazi raised his eyebrows noncommittally.

Murong Fu stood up, held his breath and concentrated, silently circulating his Qi. Although Wu Yazi asked him to stab his heart, Murong Fu really didn't dare to offend his future grandfather. So he struggled for a long time, and finally chose the Shaoze sword, which was the weakest among the six meridians, and deliberately suppressed the power to an extremely low level. Even if Wu Yazi couldn't catch it, it would only break a few points.

Another reminder: "Master, be careful."

A weak sword energy poured out from the little finger of his left hand and ran towards Wu Yazi's right shoulder.

Wu Yazi chuckled lightly, not even bothering to move his sleeves, and when the weak sword energy came three inches close to his body, it seemed that there was an invisible wall blocking it. There was only a soft "chi" sound, and the sword energy that was just sent out was like a mud cow sinking into the sea, and the connection with Murong Fu was completely lost.

Wu Yazi chuckled softly: "Is the Six-Mein Divine Sword created by Duan Siping in the past so weak? Alas, the Duan clan in Tiannan has really declined. I'm afraid your Six-Mein Divine Sword is not from Dali. Did a princess steal it for you?"

Wu Yazi's words were intended to inspire Murong to return to his full strength, although it was not clever. But Murong Fu also understood what the other party meant. If he continued to be polite like this, the other party would really get angry. So he stopped hiding it and said, "I'm sorry!"

Immediately, the martial arts stance was set up, and the three swords of Shaoze Sword, Shaochong Sword and Shang Yang Sword were used smoothly. For a moment, the sword energy was everywhere in the wooden house, and the lampposts all over the room were swaying and dancing with the strong wind.

At first, Murong Fu was worried and restrained, but later on, he even used the three sword techniques at the same time, regardless of Wu Yazi's limited mobility, and used the sword from all angles, front, rear, left, and right. But no matter how he strikes, the sword energy will always be blocked by something when it is about to come into contact with Wu Yazi's body. Sometimes it simply disappears and cannot be recovered. In just one cup of tea, less than half of the energy in the body was consumed.

this? Is this the Beiming Divine Art? !

In the previous battle with Jiumozhi, if he could have used this method, let alone a one-on-three fight, he would not have had to rely on Sadu Qingfeng to force a comeback and end up diving and running away.

The question is, is this really the Beiming Divine Art?

He always thought that Beiming Shengong was at best like a large power bank that could quickly accumulate internal energy. Moreover, to have the ability to attract people, you need to be in contact with them for a long time. It is best if your internal strength is much stronger than the opponent's to maximize the suction power. Calculated in this way, this does not have much practical significance at all.

What if your internal strength is stronger than the opponent's and you still can't defeat him with your body and martial arts skills? Besides, if you can control your opponent, why would you use Beiming Magic?

Therefore, since returning from Wuliang Mountain, Murong Fu has spent very little time on the Beiming Divine Art. So far, he has only practiced the most basic two of the thirty-six meridians.

But he overlooked one point. If Beiming's magical skill was really so good, why would Wu Yazi rely on this skill to convince Tong Lao and Li Qiu Shui that he was the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect? These two are not on good terms!

He carefully recalled the feeling when he used his sword technique just now, as if he had hit an invisible barrier that was both hard and soft, but the attack he sent out was not bounced back. Why does this feeling always feel familiar?

Suddenly he remembered. Isn't this the method used by the unknown monk in the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion?

The sudden thought made him shiver unconsciously. He always felt that there was a big net connecting everything, and he accidentally touched a thread of this big net.

Su Xinghe saw his junior brother dumbfounded and said that Murong Fu was shocked by Wu Yazi's methods, so he stepped forward and comforted him: "Junior brother, the master's martial arts cultivation level is close to that of a human being. It cannot be judged by common sense. Junior brother's own skills The Six Meridians Divine Sword is already superb, so there is no need to belittle oneself."

Wu Yazi raised his eyebrows: "Xinghe, I know that as the senior brother, you take care of the junior brother, but there is no need to pretend to be wrong. Reinstatement, in my opinion, your sword skills cannot be called sword skills, they are only invisible sword energy. , But there is no way! If Duan Siping created such a martial art in the past, the Six Meridians Divine Sword would not be worthy of being called the best swordsmanship in the world."

Murong Fu was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time.

Sure enough, the expert knew the crux of the problem as soon as he took action. In just a few words, Murong Fu's background was almost exposed.

In the past, the ancestors of the Duan family created these six ways of swordsmanship after summarizing the essence of swordsmanship in the world. The styles of the six lines include almost all the representative swordsmanship styles of ancient and modern times. In the end, all the methods returned to the sect, relying on the superb internal strength to use Qi. Dai Jian, in a sense, is close to the so-called "no sword is better than having a sword" level.

However, as martial arts declined in later generations, there were very few people who could condense sword energy, let alone mastering sword moves?

As if he felt that his words were a bit harsh, Wu Yazi softened his tone: "But don't be discouraged if you are reinstated. In this world today, there are not many people who have enough internal strength to practice the three-way and six-meridian sword. Yeah. I think the creator of the Six-Path Divine Sword just created such a system based on his knowledge. I’m afraid he himself may not have mastered the Six-Path Sword Technique to the realm of transformation."

Murong Fu suddenly raised his head and looked at Wu Yazi: Is this really the case?

If you think about it carefully, it is indeed true. If the Six Meridians Divine Sword only relies on the sharpness of the sword energy to defeat the enemy, then what is the difference between it and stupid kung fu such as Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu? Even a long sword that is as sharp as iron can achieve a similar effect in your hand. If that is the case, how can you maintain the reputation of being the best swordsman in the world?

Wu Yazi sighed: "It's a pity, it's a pity. As long as one of your three swordsmanships is at its essence, Ding Chunqiu's traitor will definitely not be able to escape. It's a pity, it's a pity."

Murong Fu's face turned red. Only now did he realize how far behind he was from a real master. He had previously ordered Jiumozhi to return without success one after another, causing Ding Chunqiu to flee in embarrassment. This kind of achievement is enough to cause shock in the world, but now someone can see through it with just a few words, like a naked baby standing in front of an adult. The secret skills passed down from his family and the name "Nan Murong" have become a joke.

Only at this moment did he understand why even Qiao Feng's character could not even think of resisting in front of the sweeping monk. It's not that Murong Fu couldn't do anything to Wu Yazi who couldn't move even with all his efforts, but the feeling of being crushed by someone whose experience and knowledge are countless times higher than yours makes life worthless. Thoughts of resistance.

"Okay, reinstatement, let's talk about the Six Meridians Divine Sword later. Let's talk about the Beiming Divine Art."

Wu Yazi brought the topic back.

The manuscript has not been saved. The editor only informed me yesterday afternoon that it will be put on the shelves today. I can only work hard...