Murong Fu was quite unimpressed, although Wu Yazi had learned through the ancient and modern, whether it was the Nine Yin True Scripture, or the Nine Yang Divine Skill, or the Divine Foot Sutra, all of these martial arts were the ultimate martial arts in the world, and it was simply not human power to integrate them.

However, looking at the old Wuyazi in front of him, Murong Fu's heart was hot, and he couldn't help blurting out: "Master, if the disciple returns all the internal strength to you, I don't know if I can restore the master to his previous appearance." ”

The look of relief flashed in Wu Yazi's eyes, but he shook his head, "No, you must have felt it at this moment, these internal forces have taken root in your body and are connected to your mind, and the meridians of the teacher have been destroyed, and you can no longer accept the slightest internal force." ”

Murong Fu's face darkened slightly, and he was silent.

"Fu'er," Wu Yazi didn't know what he remembered, his eyes lit up slightly, "The inheritance of the Xiaoyao Sect and the martial arts of the world that have been collected over the years were all left in the blessed land of Lang Huan as a teacher, but according to what you said, it should have been moved away." ”

Murong Fu opened his mouth, and almost said that he had obtained all those martial arts secrets.

Wu Yazi continued: "You take my token and find someone, and she will pass on all the martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect to you." ”

"Disciple obeys!" Originally, with Murong Fu's unprofitable character, he should be very happy, but now he can't be happy anyway.

"The token is in the bedside secretly, and this Seven Treasures Ring is the token of the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, holding this thing, all the disciples of the Xiaoyao School will obey your orders. Saying that, Wu Yazi handed the wrench in his hand to Murong Fu.

Murong Fu took the Seven Treasures Ring with a complicated expression, as far as he knew, the Carefree Sect was divided into three veins, in addition to the Hangu Bayou and others outside, there was also the Ethereal Peak Vulture Palace, and the Empress Dowager Li Qiushui of Western Xia should have one vein, but because of the relationship between Wu Yazi, Li Qiushui and Tianshan Tong had a deep grudge, and he had long since taken the Carefree Sect to heart, how could he still listen to his orders.

After thinking about it for a long time, when Murong Fu looked at Wuyazi again, he couldn't help but feel a block in his heart, and knelt on the ground on his knees, "Master!"

I saw that Wu Yazi's eyes were closed, his expression was serene, and his breath was gone.

In the Valley of the Deaf and Dumb, the young Junyan who was invited to play chess has all dispersed, leaving only Wang Yuyan and his party, Xuan Nan and his party, Su Xinghe and Ding Chunqiu and others.

At this time, Su Xinghe and Ding Chunqiu were fighting endlessly, their strength was vertical and horizontal, the poisonous mist was swaying, and the entire valley had become a mess.

Su Xinghe's martial arts qualifications are average, and like Wu Yazi, he likes to study piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, etc., and spends most of his life on it, so his martial arts are not very strong, and he is even worthy of the top.

Although Ding Chunqiu broke an arm, and the circle of his moves was not so natural, his strength was much deeper than Su Xinghe's, and he was incomparably strong in both attack and defense, and he was able to gain the upper hand.

"Senior brother, should we help Master? Chess Demon Fan Bailing asked softly in Kang Guangling's ear.

Although the eight of them were expelled from the master's sect, everyone knew the master's hardships, so they still called Su Xinghe the master in private.

Kang Guangling frowned slightly, glanced at Xingzi and the others who were staring at him not far away, and said: "No, that thief also has many disciples, if we are up, they have also found an excuse, they are too many of them, and they are not good for the master." ”

However, he cast a gaze for help to Xuan Nan.

As friends, although the two of them are not very good-hearted, they also have a tacit understanding, and when Kang Guangling looked at it, Xuan Yan also turned his head to look at Kang Guangling.

Reading the meaning in Kang Guangling's eyes, Xuan Nan couldn't help frowning slightly, this made him a little embarrassed, Ding Chunqiu and Su Xinghe are brothers, not many people know about this, and he happens to be one of them, that is to say, this is an internal matter of other sects, outsiders are not allowed to interfere at will, this is the rule of the rivers and lakes.

But in the face of an old friend's request for help, especially if he still has something to ask others, after a little hesitation, Xuan Nan flicked his sleeves, his sleeve robe swelled, and slapped Ding Chunqiu with a palm, and at the same time shouted in his mouth: "The evil demon is rampant, look at the palm!"

His shouting was intended to remind Ding Chunqiu, so as not to be criticized for a sneak attack.

Ding Chunqiu saw that it was difficult for him to make a move, and when he saw it, his heart was terrified, and his two fists were hard to beat with four hands, not to mention that he only had one hand now, "It's all that damn Murong Fu!"

With a secret curse in his heart, Ding Chunqiu carried the Dafa of Transformation Gong in his hand, did not dodge or avoid Su Xinghe's fists, and slapped his palm on his Tanzhong acupoint.

This is a way of fighting with injuries for injuries, his self-lining internal force is much deeper than Su Xinghe, and it is nothing to take two punches, but if he can seriously injure him with one palm, it is nothing to leave a mystery.

And Su Xinghe has always been eager to eat Ding Chunqiu's meat, but his martial arts are not as good as him, seeing this opportunity at this time, how can he take care of so much, as long as he can hurt Ding Chunqiu, even if he gives his life.

"Bumper" twice, Ding Chunqiu was punched twice, but the palm power was also successfully sent to Su Xinghe's Tanzhong acupoint.

"Poof", Su Xinghe spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body was thrown out like a sack, and his internal strength was so soft that he couldn't lift it again.

"Master!" Kang Guangling and the others were shocked and hurriedly went to see Su Xinghe.

And Ding Chunqiu only took a few steps back, and then stabilized his figure, his face flushed slightly, but at this time, several palm winds attacked, but it was a mysterious attack, and he immediately didn't care about pranayama, and clapped his palms to meet it.

Since the defeat of Murong Fu in Dali, Xuan Nan went back to the temple to practice "the best in his sleeves", and then he came out at this time, which is not the same day, but he saw that his sleeve robe was flickering and deflated, and his fist strength was one after another, which changed endlessly, making people unguarded.

Ding Chunqiu didn't care about it at first, but after the fight, he was awe-inspiring in his heart, and his skills were not under him, and he made such a wonderful and treacherous kung fu, which was really difficult to parry.

After only 20 moves, Ding Chunqiu had already fallen into disadvantage.

"Master, how are you?" Kang Guangling put his palms against Su Xinghe's back, and a large amount of internal force continued to enter Su Xinghe's body.

But Xue Muhua took out a silver needle and pricked a few needles in Su Xinghe's chest.

However, Ding Chunqiu's transformation Dafa is extremely vicious, rampage through the meridians of the Su Xinghe, constantly devouring its internal force, how can it be so easy to dispel.

Mo said that Kang Guangling's internal strength was low, but it was only a first-class level, even if it was a person with the same deep internal strength as Ding Chunqiu, he might not be able to expel it, not to mention that Su Xinghe was also highly poisonous.

"Miss Wang!" Duan Yu, whose face had returned to normal, came to Wang Yuyan's side, "That Ding Chunqiu seems to be a big villain, should we help them?"

Wang Yuyan glanced at Su Xinghe in the distance, his eyebrows frowned slightly, he was kind, he naturally couldn't bear to see this old man die, but his cousin was first-class and important, if he left the scope of the stone wall and was taken advantage of by Ding Chunqiu, wouldn't he regret it for the rest of his life?

After such a short period of effort, Ding Chunqiu and the two of them have been fighting each other in the field, and it has always been difficult to press Ding Chunqiu.

Ding Chunqiu's face was blue and dark, although there was only that one move in his sleeve, but the moves that changed from this move were countless, and even said that there was no regularity at all, he gritted his teeth, Ding Chunqiu suddenly shouted at Xingzi and the others: "What are you doing to eat, this old monk took advantage of the weakness to enter, and you still don't come forward to help!"

Xingzi was stunned for a moment, nodded hurriedly yes, and then took all the juniors and disciples to shoot together, and for a while, darts, hidden weapons, and poisonous gases all rushed to the Xuan Tribulation.

Xuan Yan was slightly taken aback, he knew that the people of the Xingzhu Sect were good at poison skills, and he had always used his sleeves to fight with Ding Chunqiu before, in addition to this was his housekeeping skill, the most important reason was that there were sleeves separated by them, and he was not afraid of poison at all.

But at this time, how to resist so many poisonous attacks, he immediately took a few steps back, swayed his sleeves, and formed a pale yellow barrier in front of him.

"Despicable!"

"Shameless, more people bully less. ”

"It's obviously one-on-one, but you call someone to help!"

Seeing that Ding Chunqiu had recruited his disciples to help, Hangu Bayou scolded one after another.

"Don't argue, Master, there are me and the fifth junior brother, and the rest of you will go to help Master Xuannan. Kang Guangling drank and commanded.

The eight friends of Hangu jumped out one after another, took out their weapons, and greeted Ding Chunqiu's disciples.

Xuan Nan freed his hand, and immediately took out several palms in a row, attacking Ding Chunqiu, the palm of the palm was windy, the speed was extremely fast, and the attack had reached Ding Chunqiu in the blink of an eye.

Ding Chunqiu secretly hated in his heart, and showed the wind and waves, while his body was backwards, his right hand was wiped on his waist, and he held the pu fan in his hand, "brushing and brushing" several times in a row, and each time he struck out a turquoise energy.

Xuan Yan knew that this energy was highly poisonous, and he didn't dare to let it touch his body, and the moves in his hands remained the same, but his legs were bent abruptly, his body swung sideways, and his legs kicked out in a row.

This change, up and down, changing with each other, changing with his hands, his body is like a rudder, it is really smooth, extremely ingenious, not only avoiding Ding Chunqiu's poisonous gas attack, but also not weakening his offensive, and even slightly strengthened.

Ding Chunqiu saw that his legs were fluttering, and he couldn't see whether he was kicking his left leg or his right leg, so he had to use his body to dodge quickly, and he could avoid five or six legs, and suddenly "snapped" twice, but he was hit by two punches in the shoulder.

"Hmph, dead bald donkey!" Ding Chunqiu was in pain, and couldn't help scolding, but immediately stopped dodging, turned the fan in his hand, and stood motionless.

Xuan was stunned for a moment, knowing that there was fraud, but at this time, the move was old and difficult to turn.

"Bang bang bang", Ding Chunqiu had several legs in his chest, and his body flew out upside down.

After landing on the ground, a trace of doubt flashed in Xuan Nan's eyes, Fang Cai's situation was really too weird, when anyone was fighting for life and death, how could he stand still and let people fight, but Ding Chunqiu was hit by his own legs, and he would be seriously injured if he didn't die, what was the reason?

"Ahem!" After landing on the ground, Ding Chunqiu struggled to stand up and coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, but there was a smug smile on his face.

Xuan Nan frowned, "As long as Master Ding can leave here, the poor monk will not be blamed in the past." ”