Today, Murong Fengyu brought a fashionable son and praised fashion to the sky, which made the guests feel their own crisis. Zhang Cheng and Ma Wu were naturally unhappy www.biquge.info they decided to fight fashion all over the ground until they were looking for teeth! In this way, their position in Murong Villa will not only be more stable, but will continue to rise!

So not long after Murong Fengyu's introduction, Ma Wu, who ranked second in martial arts here (except for Murong Fengyu, he ranked second), walked out with his arms in his arms, looked at the fashion with a provocative gaze and said: "The most unaccustomed thing in my life are those showmen who sell articles, as the saying goes, useless is a scholar! Murong Gongzi's grand ambition can't do anything by relying on a weak scholar alone!"

Murong Gongzi knew that Ma Wu was going to cause trouble, and he wanted to stop it, but in this era when the Tang Dynasty was talking about heroes with martial arts, Ma Wu's challenge was also reasonable, and if the other party was inferior in skills, he could completely admit defeat. However, fashion is Murong's honored guest, Murong wants to give fashion enough respect, he immediately scolded Ma Wudao: "Ma Wu, you are too rude, the fashion boy is a poet, he is not good at fists and feet, why do you want to send an invitation to the literati to compete in martial arts?"

Murong is under the fashion step, as long as the fashion claims that he doesn't understand martial arts. And fashion is on the rise: "Since Ma Daxia's interest in martial arts competition is so high, then the young master will play a few tricks with you!" Ma Wu smiled: "The fashion young master is refreshing, but whoever loses will lie on the ground and learn to bark three times!" Murong Fengyu's doormen here are almost all teenagers, and they are naturally childlike, and they all drink well.

After this period of training, he found that his internal strength had improved amazingly, and his cultivation far surpassed the martial arts of his peers! Even ordinary martial arts heroes were not his opponents. Fashion used his purple spirit skill to observe the people present, and he roughly had a basic understanding of the martial arts of the people here. Except for Murong Fengyu's martial arts to fight with him in a hundred moves, the rest of the people are basically vulnerable.

Although Murong Gongzi did not have the ability to test other people's martial arts like fashion, he intuitively thought that fashion must have very powerful martial arts, otherwise how could he completely wipe out the pigskin gang? How could he expel the dragon and ghost monsters? It would not be possible to rely on the strategy of the scholar alone. So Murong Gongzi silently retreated, leaving the venue for the two to have a good discussion.

Ma Wu grew stout, so that the weapon was a heavy iron whip. This is an indoor martial arts competition, which is naturally a comparison of fist and foot kung fu. Ma Wu was a straightforward rough man, and he picked up his iron fist and smashed it towards the fashion front door. Fashion is not afraid of this kind of rough man, this kind of person does not like to use his brain, just rely on brute force, as long as he avoids his edge, it is OK to use his strength!

Sure enough, when Ma Wu smashed towards the top of the fashion Taishan, the fashion Xiao used a little snow to step on the snow without a trace (no stealth, only use sliding steps) to deal with Ma Wu's number without stealth at all! Fashion dodged lightly, raised his foot and kicked on Ma Wu's buttocks. Ma Wu couldn't restrain his legs, plopped, and his huge body slammed heavily on the low table.

The low table immediately fell apart, and all the teapots and cups were shattered! Everyone present laughed and applauded. Ma Wu got up with a flushed face and shouted: "No, no, no, I haven't started the fight yet, the fashion young master is gone!" Everyone laughed again. Fashion stood there, with one hand behind his back, and the other hand hooked his finger towards Ma Wu, and said with a smile: "Come again, come again! Young Master Ben is standing here still, can I take your punch?"

Ma Wu immediately laughed and said, "Young Master Fashion, don't joke with me, I'm serious! I'm here!" Ma Wu said that he rushed towards Fashion like a bison, and the iron fist came straight towards Fashion's chest. Everyone was shocked and sweated for fashion. The fashion penetrates the golden bell jar in the Purple Spirit Xiaotian Fist, and it is still the fashion confidence of the child's body to catch Ma Wu's full force is more than enough.

Fashion mobilized the ice blue internal force of the dantian to arrange the whole body defense, and when Ma Wu's heavy fist smashed, it was like smashing on the blue iron plate, "Bang" "Ah!" Ma Wu let out a miserable scream, clutching his fists, and he screamed in pain. The hall was full of cheers and laughter, and everyone's stomachs hurt with laughter. Zhang Cheng really couldn't stand it anymore, he shouted: "Ma Wu, don't you hurry up and get out of here, don't be embarrassed here, you are not the opponent of the fashionable young master at all!"

Ma Wu felt that Zhang Cheng was right, he felt that the martial arts of the fashionable young master were too weird, he had never seen anyone with such powerful martial arts when he was so old. Ma Wu kowtowed to Fashion and said: "Fashion Master, I won't learn how to bark a dog, just kowtow to you!" Fashion smiled: "Brother Ma is too polite, everyone is a brother, it's just a competition, don't take it seriously!"

Ma Wu is a rough man, so he doesn't care about any face: "Fashion young master, your martial arts are really amazing! Here I will serve you alone, so let's do it, even if I Ma Wu worships you as a teacher!"

The iron-masked real person died of illness a few years ago, and Ma Wu was helpless to defect to Murong, and now that he has met a master, he really wants to apprentice. Ma Wu also knew the background and personality of fashion, so he quickly recognized this master, afraid of the wrong opportunity. Ma Wu also thought that fashion would definitely love face, and if he knelt down in public like this, fashion would definitely accept him.

It was true that Fashion didn't plan to accept any apprentices, but such a big stupid bear knelt down for him in public, and he couldn't say anything, anyway, if he found out that Ma Wu was doing something bad in the future, he could clean up the portal at any time. So Fashion nodded slightly: "As long as you don't do bad things, be kind to others, and study hard, the young master will accept you!" Ma Wu got up happily, he grinned and stood behind the fashion and waited, looking like he was going to stick to the fashion.

Ma Wu knew that fashion was the son of the city lord, rich and powerful, and he had made a plan, and he would eat this rich and powerful master in this life! It's a big deal to work hard for the master all the time! Zhang Cheng was still not convinced, Ma Wu, a stupid little brother who was used to it, suddenly became a fashionable person, and he was very jealous! Zhang Cheng took out his armor knife and jumped out, landed in front of fashion and said: "The fashion young master's fist and foot kung fu is indeed incomparable, but the weapon is not long-sighted, I don't know if the fashion young master dares to try the weapon with Zaixia?"

Ma Wu saw Zhang Cheng's insidiousness, he immediately jumped out from behind the fashion and pointed at Zhang Cheng and scolded: "Zhang Cheng, you kid usually bullies me, forget it, but today you still want to bully my master, I don't agree! Don't you see that my master doesn't use weapons?" Zhang Cheng said disapprerovingly: "How can anyone who practices martial arts not use weapons?

Ma Wu was even more angry, he said angrily: "My master Yushu Lingfeng, how can you make my stupid iron whip? Aren't you comparing your strengths with my master's shortcomings? This is not fair......" Fashion interrupted Ma Wu's words, smiled slightly, and said to Zhang Cheng: "I don't use weapons, I can defeat you within three moves!"

This is said with confidence, and it is completely in the tone of the senior master to the younger children. Of course, Zhang Cheng was not convinced, but he was not impulsive, he only said that he admitted it and stabbed straight at the armor knife. The armor knife is thin and lightweight, and the emphasis is on speed. Zhang Cheng's body was as light as a swallow, and he also took the raid route, and his purpose was to tear a hole without waiting for fashion luck to arrange a defense.

Zhang Cheng thinks too simply, to be precise, fashion is not simple! Fashion treading snow without a trace is known for its fastness, unless the opponent can open his eyes like a donkey-faced man in black, and be highly discerning! Only then can fashion have nowhere to hide, otherwise fashion will not be suppressed by the opponent's internal force. But like the inhuman martial arts of the donkey-faced man in black, how many people can there be in Datang? Fashion is sure that Qu Duanchou will not open the eyes of the sky, and he will be highly discerning! But Qu Duanchou's internal force will hold him down!

Looking at Zhang Cheng in front of him, his internal strength is not as deep as fashion, how can he compete with fashion for speed? This time, fashion still used snow without a trace, teleported behind Zhang Cheng stealthily, and punched Zhang Cheng on the roof beams with a punch. Everyone saw that Fashion suddenly disappeared, and then a strong wind knocked Zhang Cheng away (Fashion did not use ice blue internal force) Fashion flew up and caught Zhang Cheng, so that Zhang Cheng was not injured. After being hit by the strong wind, Zhang Cheng was as if he had been sucked out of his muscles, he didn't even have the strength to be lucky, and his face turned pale and retreated.