He was already extremely unhappy in his heart, originally with his character, he dared to covet his woman so blatantly, and he would have already taken out to give him some color to see, but this group of people was different, the two elders of Xuan Ming and Kutoutuo, he asked himself if it would be a problem to deal with it, but since Zhao Min was here, he thought that her subordinates were also nearby, so it was better to find out the situation first.

Eyes glanced around, and sure enough, on another table not far behind Zhao Min, there were eight big men in different dresses, with swords on their waists, bows and arrows on their backs, with strong figures, shining eyes, and extremely sharp, which were Zhao Min's right-hand men.

The aura on these eight people is not very strong, but Murong Fu, who knows that the Eight Divine Arrows are powerful, does not dare to despise them, since the other party is known as the Divine Arrow, it must be extremely clever in archery, and it is in a narrow place like a restaurant, even if Murong Fu is confident, he does not think that he can dodge the opponent's Divine Arrow intact while being besieged by the three major decision masters.

Lu Zhu Ke was annoyed in his heart, no one dared to talk to him like this for many years, and he did not hide the killing intent in his words at all, and then snorted coldly, and with a wave of his right hand, two chopsticks flew out of the table, mixed with a strong wind and shot towards Murong Fu.

"Presumptuous!" Listening to Feng Jiao's shout, she reached out and slapped the table, and the same two chopsticks shook, and automatically flew out of the table diagonally, "snorting" twice, just breaking the two chopsticks of the deer sticker, and then turned a slight arc in the air, and shot towards the deer sticker at a speed, actually wanting to take the opportunity to teach this rude old man a lesson.

The disdain in the eyes of the deer stick guest flashed, and he reached out directly to grab it, but listening to the wind since he was a child, he practiced the Shenzu Sutra, the skill was pure and mysterious, and it was extremely sharp attached to the chopsticks.

In front of so many people, especially in front of the county lord, he was actually injured by a little girl's two chopsticks, and the deer cane guest could no longer hang on his face, and he was annoyed and angry, his face turned red, and his body shook, and the person was already grabbing towards the wind.

The people at the table between the two tables had already ducked aside in panic when the two sides made a move, and the deer stick was unhindered, and in the blink of an eye, it was close in front of him.

Hearing the wind, he was about to get up to meet the enemy, but Murong Fu reached out and pressed her shoulder, and said lightly: "I'm coming!"

Immediately, he used the Jiuyang Divine Skill of Eight Successful Powers and struck it out with one palm.

Seeing Murong Fu make a move, Lu Zhuke secretly said in his heart, but he wanted to take the opportunity to kill this little white face.

But Murong made a comeback move too quickly, and before the deer sticker had time to change his move, a scorching and abnormal huge force had already come from his palm, and then there was a "squeak", and a sharp pain hit his right arm, and the deer sticker's body flew back faster than when he came.

With a "bang", the body of the deer stick guest landed on the table where the Divine Arrow Eight Heroes were sitting behind Zhao Min, and smashed the table to pieces.

"Senior brother!" Hebi Weng was startled, and hurriedly got up to help the deer sticker.

"It's broken, it's broken, don't move me!" Lu Zhuke was touched by the crane pen Weng on his right arm, and hurriedly opened his mouth to stop him, at this time he kept inhaling cold air in his mouth, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, which showed that it was also extremely painful.

He was actually shocked by Murong Fu's right arm and broke his right arm, and he was also blamed for his bad luck, originally with his martial arts, even if he was not as good as Murong Fu, he could support a hundred and eighty moves, but he didn't expect that under the carelessness of the moment, coupled with the Jiuyang Divine Skill used by Murong Fu, he was seriously injured by Murong Fu's move.

"Cut off your arm, punish you a little, if you don't know how to advance or retreat, don't blame this son for being ruthless!" Murong Fu glanced at Lu Zhuke twice, and said coldly.

Zhao Min also glanced at Murong Fu with some surprise, she noticed this person when he came in before, the aura on his body was extremely special, and he looked good, but after all the masters said that this person did not have much internal strength, he secretly muttered "embroidered pillow", and then ignored it, but he didn't expect Murong Fu to have such a strong martial arts in his body.

However, everyone in the hall didn't know the details of the two sides, and they didn't know that the old man was one of the two famous Xuanming elders on the rivers and lakes, and he also said that the old man's martial arts were not very good.

Hebi Weng is stupid, he has always been headed by his senior brother Lu Zhu Ke, it is strange to say, although the two are notorious, but each other's senior brothers are very affectionate, at this time seeing Lu Zhu Ke was seriously injured, he couldn't help but be angry, and shouted loudly, "You dare to hurt my senior brother, I want to see how ruthless you are!"

As he spoke, his body moved slightly, and a gray shadow flashed, and he was already bullying forward, and slapped out a palm silently.

The palm power of the ascending time was overwhelming, and it pressed towards Murong Fu.

Before the palm power arrived, Murong Fu had already felt a chill around his body, and the people who were close to him were even more unbearable, and in an instant, he felt that his whole body was cold to the bone, and he wanted to take a few steps back but couldn't move his body, so he couldn't help but be shocked, for fear of being affected by the palm power.

The martial arts of being a junior brother are already so high, isn't the senior brother even higher, then Murong Fu can defeat the old man with one palm, how high is this person's martial arts, for a while, everyone was shocked or shocked.

Murong Fu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his hand and struck out with a palm, and with a "wave", his palms intersected.

Murong Fu only felt that a force of extreme yin and extreme cold was rushing over, even if he had the Jiuyang Divine Skill to protect his body, the meridians of his arm were almost frozen for a while, causing him to be out of reach, his body shook for a while, and "Tengteng" took two steps back.

"Hmph, Xuan Ming Divine Palm!" Murong Fu muttered, his hands flashed red, and he reflexively deceived himself, "I also let you learn the magic skills of one or two sons!"

Murong Fu struck out with two palms, and although the moves were unremarkable, the red light in the palm of his palm flickered, looking very strange.

Although Hebi Weng was surprised that the other party had been forced to accept his own Xuanming Divine Palm, he didn't care so much at this time, and he planned to fight with Murong Fu again.

But when Murong Fu arrived in front of him, he didn't palm him up, his wrist flicked, and the palm shadow changed for a while, and he actually bypassed Hebi Weng's palms, and from a strange angle, he slapped him under the ribs with a "bang".

Before he could send his palm power to Murong Fu, he snorted, his body was unstable, he took two steps back, and he wanted to lift his breath again, and his whole body was hot and dry, as if he was in a furnace.

Hebi Weng's face was shocked, although he had heard of the only nemesis of the Xuanming Divine Palm on the rivers and lakes, the Jiuyang Divine Skill, he had never seen it, and at this time he was suspicious, and couldn't help asking: "You use the Jiuyang Divine Skill?"

Murong Fu's face was expressionless, and he didn't answer, but he pinched a few complicated handprints with both hands, and then pushed out his right hand with a palm, and there was a white palm shadow several feet in front of his palm, and his five fingers were clear.

"Big mudra!" Hebi Weng exclaimed, although the palm shadow was not happy, but the air around him was tight, and the body was sluggish, and he couldn't move for a while.

As if feeling uneasy, he patted his waist again, and two crane-beak pens flew out, "brushing brushes" and counting forward.

Zhao Min also saw that Hebi Weng was obviously inferior to Murong Fu, and couldn't help but shout "Master Kutoutuo", which meant that he wanted Kutoutuo to help.

Kutoutuo's eyes flashed with a different color, but he shook his head, and made a few gestures with his hands very quickly, as if to say: "Hebi Weng can handle it, if I can't deal with it, I will make another move." ”

With a "bang", Murong Fu's big handprint hit Hebi Weng's body, Hebi Weng snorted, and his body took a few steps back before stopping.

Murong Fu secretly shook his head in his heart, this big mudra is different from the ordinary palm method, as long as the general palm method is sufficient, it will be able to break it in the way of breaking the surface, but the point of the big mudra is not on the handprint, and in the true qi nodes around the mudra, if you don't know this martial art, you must spend a lot more internal force to forcibly break it.

The reason why Murong Fu shook his head was that this martial art was indeed not suitable for him, such a deep internal force would come out, although it was not directly broken by Hebi Weng, but it was also greatly weakened by him, otherwise this palm would be solid, and Hebi Weng would be half-crippled if he was not dead.

"Who are you from the Mudra Sect?" asked Hebi Weng as he swallowed the blood that had surged up his throat and looked shocked.

Murong Fu smiled slightly, "Under Murong Fu, he is not a member of the Handprint Sect!"

"Murong Fu!" everyone in the hall exclaimed in unison, "It turned out to be Nan Murong!"

"The Gusu Murong family who repays the other body in his way!"

"Tut, I already have such skills at a young age, and in more than ten years, there will be no problem in winning the first place in the world. ”

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Recently, Murong Fu has become famous, and as soon as he reported his name, everyone talked about it.

Zhao Min's face was slightly surprised, when he came to the Central Plains, he heard that this Murong Fu defeated Ouyang Feng of the Western Poison at the Junshan Conference, and was listening to the Perfume Pavilion losing several masters who had been famous for a long time, so he became curious, and always wanted to meet for a while, but there was no chance, now that the Guangming Ding war is about to start, she must rush back to preside over the overall situation, but she didn't expect that she was unintentionally inserted into the willow and met Murong Fu.

Hebi Weng had heard of Murong Fu's name, and he didn't pay much attention to it, but he just thought it was a rumor, but he didn't expect Murong Fu to be so powerful, but he was a little unconvinced, and the gray and green energy in his palm was uncertain, and he bullied himself with a flick of his wrist.

The two of them fought hand-to-hand, the Xuanming Divine Palm was extremely cold, even if he had the Jiuyang Divine Skill to protect him, Murong Fu did not dare to take it easily, after all, his Jiuyang Divine Skill could not be exerted to the extreme, and at first touch, it was easy to be frozen by the meridians, thus suffering.

Helplessly, Murong Fu had to use the Dou Zhuan Xing Shift, his elbow sank slightly, his wrist flipped, and the left palm of the crane pen Weng suddenly reversed, hitting his right arm, and his arm was sore.

When has Hebi Weng seen such a mysterious and mysterious martial arts, he has only passed a dozen moves, and he has been dwarfed by himself, although he has not suffered any serious injuries, but he is also aggrieved, and his heart is shocked and angry.