When all the officers and soldiers saw the two people descending from the sky, they killed or shook the three monks with strong martial arts as soon as they made a move, and they were all frightened. Murong Fu is also envious in his heart, and he is worthy of Zhang Sanfeng, the first person in the Central Plains martial arts, and he has such power in every move.

The leading military attache shouted, "What are you doing, old Taoist kid?"

Murong Fu didn't speak, and Zhang Sanfeng scolded: "Dog Tartar!

The military attache said: "Do you know who these people are? That is the remnant of the Demon Sect and the traitors, the Qin criminals that my Mongolian Great Yuan wants to arrest!"

Knowing that Zhang Sanfeng was very displeased with the people of the Ming Sect, Murong Fu immediately said: "Joke, the Qin prisoner is also the Qin prisoner of your Mongolians, and not the Qin prisoner of our Han people. ”

Originally, Zhang Sanfeng was taken aback when he heard the words "Demon Sect Anti-Thief", his expression was a little hesitant, and when he heard the words of this young man, he thought: When today, the alien race invades, although the Demon Sect acts strangely, it has always resisted the alien race at the forefront, and this person should be saved.

Then he said: "There is an old Tao here today, you don't want to succeed, leave quickly." ”

The military attache said, "Who is the old way? Why do you want to interfere?"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly and said, "Who do you care who I am? ”

As he spoke, the military attache made a look, and the remaining officers and soldiers and the monk all slowly retreated, rescued the monk who had fallen into the water, and looked like he was about to leave.

When they got back to the big ship, they picked up their strong bows and shot at the four people on board, who were now standing in the bow of the boat, unable to hide.

I saw Zhang Sanfeng's palm spitting lightly, the sleeves of his robe waving, and the first round of feather arrows of "brushing, brushing, brushing" all fell into the river, and Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts were swaying as he wished, and he couldn't see the slightest sign of moves.

Murong Fu was amazed, this old man should have reached the realm of the legendary tricks without tricks. However, although Zhang Sanfeng is ruthless, he is not a killer, and the feather arrows are round after round, so entangled, when will it be a head.

So Murong Fu hugged the little girl with one hand, made a complicated gesture with the other, and said in his mouth: "Senior, it's not a way to go on like this, and the junior has the courage to help you." ”

After gesticulating, Murong Fu's hand waved heavily in the air, and it was the Dou Zhuan Xing Shift that carried the ten successful powers, and suddenly all the feather arrows in the air returned the same way and shot at the Mongolian officers and soldiers and monks.

All the officers and soldiers of the monks felt that the wind was blowing, and they were all shot by feather arrows, and only one monk and the leader of the military attache saw that the situation was not right, and they stood relatively far behind, and they escaped and rowed away in a hurry.

"Fighting the stars are moving!" Zhang Sanfeng exclaimed:

"I saw Shaoxia before that he seemed to use the Star Absorbing Dafa, and I thought it was the descendant of Mr. Ren of the Sun and Moon God Sect, but then I saw Shaoxia's Yang Finger, and I thought it was a person from the Duan clan in Dali. ”

"Now I see that the young man even knows the Gusu Murong clan's Dou Zhuan Xing, and he is confused, what kind of sect is the young man?"

"Star Absorbing Dafa?" Murong Fu was also stunned, and then suddenly he grabbed the long sword in the water when he got on the boat before, and people who didn't know him thought it was a dragon capture skill.

People with advanced martial arts can see the shadow of the Northern Pluto Divine Skill, but almost no one in the rivers and lakes has heard of the Northern Pluto Divine Skill, but the Sun and Moon Divine Sect's star-absorbing Dafa is more famous, so it will be regarded as the star-absorbing Dafa.

However, Murong Fu naturally wouldn't say it, so he bowed slightly and said, "The junior Gusu Murong Fu has seen Zhang Zhenren. ”

"It is rumored that the Gusu Murong clan has the world's martial arts, and he uses his way to return the favor to him, and it really deserves its reputation. Zhang Sanfeng sighed.

Murong Fu also admired Zhang Sanfeng's insight, you must know that the Murong family's Douzhuan Xingyi is little known, although it has the prestige of "returning the other body with the other way", but outsiders only think that the Murong family has a large collection of martial arts classics, so they can counterattack the enemy with the enemy's moves, but they don't know that this prestige is based on the Douzhuan Xingxing.

The senior smiled. "Murong Fu is a little ridiculous, this reputation is not good to say, in this era, the view of the portal is extremely heavy, and the broom is self-cherished, no sect is willing to spread its own unique learning, and the Murong family's hobby is simply the public enemy of martial arts.

Zhang Sanfeng seemed to see through Murong Fu's thoughts, but his praise was indeed sincere, and at his level, he was no longer confined to the view of the portal, so he said:

"Young heroes don't have to be presumptuous, safflower and white lotus, the world's martial arts are originally a family, and they have truncated each other for thousands of years, and the true origin has long been indistinguishable. ”

Before Murong Fu could speak, the bearded man said "hey" in his mouth, and he fell on the deck of the ship, he was already wounded, and he was hit by a poisoned arrow, and he had been holding on to it in one breath before, which would be a little relieved, and he couldn't support it.

Zhang Sanfeng took out a pill, fed it into the mouth of the bearded man, rowed the boat to the side of the ferry, and was about to help him cross the boat, but he didn't know that the big man was also tough, holding the boy's body with one hand and the little girl in Murong Fu's arms with the other.

Murong Fu shook his head and said, "I'll come." The big man nodded, and got on the ferry with a light stroke.

Murong Fu picked up his sword, hugged the little girl and followed Zhang Sanfeng to the ferry, and saw that there was a half-grown boy with a pale face lying in the cabin, and his eyes were a little scattered.

Murong Fu also sighed in his heart, whoever saw Zhang Wuji's half-dead appearance now would never have thought that he would become the leader of the Ming Sect who was the world's best martial arts in the future.

Then Zhang Sanfeng took arrows for the big man to pull out the poison to heal the wounds, and Murong Fu went to the shore to pick up Li Mochou on the boat, Li Mochou was also very surprised to see Zhang Sanfeng, he didn't expect to meet the legendary first person in martial arts, so he stepped forward to salute.

However, Murong Fu did not introduce this as his apprentice.

As soon as the bearded man wrapped the wound, he knelt on the ground and said, "The villain often meets spring, thank you to the old Taoist and the little boy for their life-saving grace." ”

Zhang Sanfeng raised his hand falsely, and Chang Yuchun stood up involuntarily, his internal force control was many times better than Murong Fu's mastery.

Murong Fu was yearning, and he decided that he would study martial arts hard after going back this time and accumulate some pretending capital.

Zhang Sanfeng said: "Chang Hero doesn't have to be so gifted, you have serious internal injuries, lie down quickly and recuperate." ”

Murong replied: "Yes, Brother Chang, you don't have to be polite to raise your hand. ”

When Chang Yuchun heard that these two people were heroes and big brothers, he suddenly felt flattered, and he wanted to kneel down and bow again, Murong Fu hurriedly went over to support him and let him recuperate. Chang Yuchun was helpless and had to lie down.

Murong Fu saw the little girl sitting on the bow of the boat and weeping, his eyes looking at the boat where his father's body was floating farther and farther away. secretly said in his heart: "This should be Zhou Zhiruo, but for some reason, the boatman on the bank of the Han River has not heard of a pair of Zhou father and daughter." ”

The little girl was about ten years old, dressed in shabby, barefoot, with a beautiful face, and she was a stunning little beauty.