After observing for a while, Lu Kun saw that Murong Fu was just staring at him with blank eyes, as if he had really run out of oil, so he relieved himself and secretly scolded himself for being too careful, besides, this kid no longer had a sword in his hand, what was there to be afraid of.

Lu Kun stepped forward and stabbed Murong Fu in the left chest, but Murong Fu sat up suddenly, and made a complicated gesture with his left and right hands at the same time.

Lu Kun was stunned first, and then remembered that this gesture was exactly what Murong Fu had compared when he fled before, "Hmph, you still want to lie to me." ”

Lu Kun snorted coldly and continued to stab at Murong Fu, who knew that the situation of a sword rushing blood did not happen, only to see Murong Fu's palms standing opposite each other in front of his chest, a few inches apart, and the strength between his palms was uncertain, just against the tip of the sword.

Then Murong Fu pushed forward hard, and the sword instantly reversed and stabbed at Lu Kun's left chest at an incredible angle. "Ah", Lu Kun exclaimed, and before he could react, he was stabbed and fell down.

A flash of joy flashed in Murong Fu's eyes, and then there was a burst of despair, Lu Kun was not dead. It turned out that the sword just now was slightly inferior in terms of strength and angle.

Murong Fu's heart was cold, and he was paralyzed to the ground, this time he really ran out of oil and the lamp was dry, and he had just used a style of fighting to turn the stars, squeezing out all the true qi, and even surpassed, but he did not kill Lu Kun. Now the whole body has no strength, the meridians are throbbing, and there is no ability to resist at all.

Lu Kun was also frightened enough, the sword was inexplicably reversed, if it weren't for the fact that the young man had no strength, the tip of the sword was only less than two inches into the flesh, and it deviated from the position of the heart, I am afraid that he would be dead by now.

The more he thought about it, the more scared he became, Lu Kun didn't even dare to step forward easily, he just stopped the bleeding, stepped back, and stared at Murong Fu.

A quarter of an hour later, Lu Kun picked up the long sword and slowly walked towards Murong Fu, who was like a corpse, Murong Fu's heart flashed with all kinds of thoughts, he died too quickly in his previous life, and he didn't feel anything, but this would be a clear feeling of the coming of death, and he was actually a little afraid.

But it's more unwilling, I finally crossed it once, and I haven't left my traces in this world, so I died, and I died at the hands of this kind of small role at the level of a dragon, it's really a good thing to die before I can get out of school......

It's ridiculous that he also commented that Murong Fu was unlucky in the original book, how could he help himself, and his foresight is not omnipotent.

Lu Kun's sword was getting closer and closer, and the more Murong Fu thought about it, the more unwilling he became, he actually gave birth to a trace of strength out of thin air, and his heart was ruthless, and he gritted his teeth and jumped into the river.

As soon as Murong Fu entered the water, he only felt that the world was spinning, and the last thought in his heart was that he died, and he couldn't die in the hands of such a small man.

It hurts! It's sore, itchy, and painful! I don't know how long it took, Murong Fu gradually woke up from his coma, feeling that there were ants crawling and biting all over his body, and his whole body was sore.

Thinking of all the things before, Murong Fu was overjoyed: "I picked up another life." ”

Where is this? Murong Fu opened his eyes and began to look around slowly, and his vision was a little blurry for a while.

It seemed to be a wooden house, sparsely hung with dry grass around it, and it was shabby. Lying on a small bed, his clothes in tatters, as if someone was smearing something on his body.

Murong Fu was startled, and his eyes gradually became clearer, and when he saw that the person in front of him was the little beggar from yesterday, he was inexplicably relieved.

"You saved me! Thank you, and when I recover, I'll give you an untold amount of money so that you don't have to be a beggar anymore." ”

For this little beggar, Murong Fu was grateful, if it weren't for him, he would probably have traveled back now. At the same time, he also secretly sighed, it was really a drink and a peck, and it was not predetermined.

When the little beggar saw Murong wake up and turn around, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and then dimmed. He took out a handful of unknown leaves from the side, put them in his mouth and chewed them, then spit them out and applied them to Murong Fu's wound.

Murong Fu guessed what kind of herb this should be, it seemed that the effect was quite good, the wound on his body was already itchy, he knew that this was a reaction to wound healing.

"Your herb works well, give me more. ”

The little beggar didn't say a word, finished the herbs, and turned away. Murong Fu stared blankly at the back of the little beggar, "Is it a mute?"

Recalling this incident, Murong Fu was also very scared in his heart, and he almost hung up in the hands of the two dragon traps, which was a shame for the traverser.

Suddenly, I was a little dazed, and I was a little apprehensive, since I crossed over, I have always had a sense of unreality, like in a dream, I always thought I was familiar with the plot, and there was a psychology of playing this world as a game.

Now I realize that I am extremely unfamiliar with this world, like a mayfly between heaven and earth, and a little carelessness will also disappear.

The painful sword wounds on his body, and the fear of death before all told him that this was a complex and real world.

Murong Fu ran his internal strength, and Dantian did not react in the slightest, only felt that the meridians were in severe pain, and when he checked it, he found that the meridians of the whole body were almost completely broken.

In fact, with Murong Fu's internal strength, it is extremely reluctant to be able to train to the second layer of Dou Zhuan Xing, even in his heyday, he can't use it at will, not to mention that the true qi in his body was less than one percent before, and it was already a miracle that he forcibly exercised it and didn't die on the spot.

Murong Fu was shocked in his heart, martial arts was the foundation of his foothold in this world, and he could not afford to lose, and now that the meridians were broken and he could not cultivate, it was very different from becoming a wasted person, and suddenly he seemed to have returned to the beginning of the crossing, only to feel disheartened.

"It's all that damn Ding Dian, who won't be saved when he sees death! Don't let me meet you in the future, otherwise I'll ......"

Murong Fu paused and smiled bitterly, "Otherwise, what can you do? But I ...... Huh?"

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Murong Fu's mind, and it seemed that some important information had been overlooked.

After a long time, Murong Fu suddenly realized, but he remembered that Ding Dian's hand and foot tendons were broken and he became a peerless master, isn't it just because of the divine scripture, thinking that this divine scripture will have a miraculous effect on the treatment of the meridians!

Now that the Divine Illumination Sutra is in his mind, why don't you try it by cultivating! Immediately close your eyes and practice the Divine Illumination Sutra.

Combined with the essence of Mei Niansheng's words, coupled with Murong Fu's excellent qualifications, only an hour later, there was a slight itch in the broken meridians, and they were slowly repairing.

Murong Fu was overjoyed, it turned out that this Divine Zhao Sutra was not the same as other internal strengths, and it could be practiced without relying on the meridians, and it could also treat the meridians in turn, but it was not known whether it was effective for other internal injuries.

This incident also taught Murong Fu a lesson, he used to always think about the Northern Spiritual Skill, and he didn't care about the Murong family's internal strength, because he had not been very diligent in cultivating his internal strength.

In the future, we must not be ambitious, there is still a long way to go before reaching Wuliang Mountain, and saving life is the most important thing.