Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

The soldiers dragged the seven women away. Deng Baichuan looked at the dilapidated handsome tent and suggested:

"Your Majesty, it's raining a little. Let me find you another tent."

"No need to bother, I can handle it myself." Murong Fu waved his hand and walked out of the handsome tent with a smile.

Deng Baichuan watched Murong Fu leave and found a few soldiers to start repairing the commander's tent.

The autumn rain is like a stream, dripping.

In the blink of an eye, the drizzle turned into a violent storm.

"Why are you here?" Dongfang Bubai was resting in the tent.

When you hear someone coming in, you open your eyes and kill someone.

When he saw it was Murong Fu, his tone was somewhat unpleasant.

"Haha, my handsome photo was destroyed by someone, and I want to stay at your place for a while."

"Huh, men and women are not allowed to have sex. It's already weird enough for a prince like you to march and fight with a coffin."

"Aren't you afraid that your soldiers will despise you if you run into the women's tent now?"

When Murong Fu heard this, he smiled and said: "Haha, I have my own purpose for carrying a coffin to fight."

"As for entering the women's tent?"

"Don't forget, as a general, you have always been a woman disguised as a man."

"What will they say?"

"Hmph!" Dongfang Bubai knew that he could not defeat Murong Fu.

Not talking nonsense, he moved in a few times and reminded:

"If you dare to be dishonest, see how I deal with you!"

Murong Fu laughed "haha" and promised:

"Don't worry, even if I want it, I won't be in the military camp."

With that said, he sat on the edge of the bed and took away his clothes.

Then he lay down next to Dongfang Bubai.

It started fine and there was no reaction.

Unexpectedly, a breeze carried the Oriental Bubai body fragrance into Murong Fu's nose.

Murong Fu felt a sudden burning sensation in his lower abdomen, and a giant dragon raised its head faintly.

Recalling the strange fragrance in the handsome tent, I secretly thought something was wrong:

"It's bad. That Japanese woman from earlier must have poisoned me."

"Otherwise, I will never become confident and think that I will not kill her."

Now that I think about it, the death of General Dian and six other men was unjust.

She underestimated Murong Fu's poison-resistant physique and overestimated her own combat power.

If only I could hold on to one more stick of incense.

Her scent should be effective and arouse Murong Fu's instinctive desire.

When the time comes, it will be easy to complete the tasks given by the Yagyu God of Killing.

Murong Fu felt terribly uncomfortable and didn't care whether Dongfang Bubai agreed or not.

Pressing directly on the opponent, he said:

"It'll be fine soon!"

Dongfang Bubai was shocked and said shyly: "You are crazy, people outside will hear it."

"It's raining, I can't hear you."

Murong Fu's hands and feet were quick and he peeled off Dongfang Bubai's body in a few breaths and started doing something shameful.

The next day, Chenshi.

The heavy rain still has no intention of stopping.

The generals were thinking about countermeasures in the king's tent.

"After the heavy rain, the mountain road is muddy, and the next road may not be easy to walk on," Zhou Tian said.

After hearing this, all the generals nodded.

"We are in the middle of the mountain road again, and I am the enemy building defenses on both sides."

"It is absolutely possible to defeat a hundred enemies with one enemy and block our army's advance."

Murong Fu thought for a moment and knew he couldn't wait any longer.

Although he wanted to train soldiers, he did not intend to waste the lives of soldiers in vain.

You know, these days, there are fewer people and more land.

Every man is very precious.

Especially for these trained soldiers, he felt heartbroken if any of them died, so he said:

"In this way, I will lead a group of elite soldiers to clear the way first. Brother Deng, you wait here."

"As soon as the rain stops, we will hit the road and meet the king."

When Deng Baichuan heard this, his expression changed and he immediately objected:

"Please also ask the prince to stay in the army and let his subordinates lead a group of elite soldiers to open the way!"

Murong Fu guessed that Deng Baichuan would say this and refused:

"Although Deng Baichuan's martial arts skills are high, he is easily plotted in this heavy rain."

"I will lead a part of the Shadow Guards to move more quickly and safely."

"This..." Deng Baichuan looked at the rain outside, smiled bitterly and nodded.

He knew what Murong Fu said was right.

Visibility is very low in this weather.

There is actually no difference between warriors and soldiers. Once they enter an ambush, they are no different.

Even if you don't die, you will be seriously injured. The most important thing is that you will sacrifice your comrades who are going with you.

"I also ask Murong Fu to not live in dangerous places for the sake of the people of the two mansions."

Murong Fu patted Deng Baichuan on the shoulder and laughed:

"Haha, don't worry, Brother Deng. I am grateful for your good fortune and good fortune."

"In a place like this, there is no danger at all."

Deng Baichuan nodded and reminded Murong Fu to bring more people.

Murong Fu thought for a while and decided to lead three hundred shadow secret guards.

Add an Eastern Invincible and set off together.

"Are the number of people a little small?" Deng Baichuan asked worriedly.

"Don't worry. In this heavy rain weather, there is not much difference between 300 people and 3,000 people."

"We'll just go ahead and wait for you at the front."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, as soon as the rain stops, my subordinates will immediately lead the army to join you." Deng Baichuan said firmly.

Murong Fu smiled and called out to Zhou Tian and other three hundred secret guards.

Dress up and leave the camp with him.

Along the way, the Shadow Guards were divided into groups of five or five.

They were a little surprised when they saw Murong Fu and Dongfang Bubai in the lead.

"Look, these raindrops don't seem to fall on the prince and the general of the East." Qi Shan said curiously.

"It is said that after reaching the Grand Master realm, there will be a force around the body that can prevent rain from falling." Zhou Tian replied.

Dongfang Bubai heard a few people talking, glanced at Murong Fu next to him, and said:

"Sure enough, you have reached the level where no raindrops touch you. It seems that you are only half a step away from being a great master."

Murong Fu said calmly: "Haha, I am half a step away. I can enter the Grand Master at any time."

Dongfang Bubai frowned. He didn't think Murong Fu was bragging.

After pondering for a long time, he suddenly said in surprise:

"Do you want to be invincible at the same level and take the path of domination?"

"Haha, you noticed it right away?" Murong Fu smiled lightly.

"Humph, with your strength and potential, if you follow the normal path of cultivation."

"Maybe sooner or later I will become the next Zhang Sanfeng."

"But is it too early to become invincible at the same level now?" Dongfang Bubai asked.

In her mind, Murong Fu was definitely number one in terms of potential.

It’s just his current strength and combat power.

It is still impossible to achieve the existence of crushing within the same level.

When Murong Fu saw Dongfang Bubai saying this, he couldn't help but feel curious and asked:

"Haha, do you know any masters?"

"Well, of course I know." Dongfang Bubai recalled for a moment and said, "I once followed Master and met the Ming Cult leader Zhang Wuji."

"The [Nine-Yang Divine Art] and [The Great Shift of the Universe] that this person has practiced have entered the realm of perfection."

"My master once said that among the younger generation, there are only five people who can compare with them."

"And these five people don't include me now!"