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"Evidence? Who in the rivers and lakes doesn't know, your Murong family reciprocated his body with his own way, and Deputy Ma's gang leader died under his famous stunt throat locking hand, who else could it be besides Murong Fu? Isn't it the great reputation of your Murong family, but you don't dare to admit it when you do things?"

Chen Guyan's tone was gloomy, with a bewitching charm, and sure enough, as soon as his words fell, many beggar disciples next to him echoed him.

"Yes, the deputy gang leader definitely died at the hands of Murong Fu. ”

"But no, apart from Murong Fu, who else can kill Deputy Gang Leader Ma with a throat gripper!"

Everyone was clamoring, and Chen Guyan showed a smug look on his face, this effect was exactly what he wanted.

Under the excitement of the crowd, Murong Fu's killing of Ma Dayuan is already ironclad, and there is no change, as long as this matter is determined, it can not only hit the prestige of the gang leader Qiao Feng, but also increase his weight among the many beggar gang disciples, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone, Chen Guyan's scheming can be seen.

"Damn, Chen Guyan, you dare to spew blood, I want to see how many catties you have, dare to frame my son-in-law!"

Bao Wei shouted angrily, and no longer argued, and as soon as he scurried, he reached a few feet away, stretched out his hand into a claw, and grabbed Chen Guyan's shoulder directly.

This move, the trick is sharp, the angle is accurate, and the strength contained in it is like a knife like iron, if Chen Guyan is really caught in the shoulder by him, I am afraid that even the bones can be crushed.

"The bag is different, you are so daring!"

Although Chen Guyan never thought that Bao Wei would suddenly make a move, but in the end, he was an elder of the Nine Bags of the Beggar Gang, and his kung fu was top-notched, when he saw Bao Wei reaching out and grabbing it, he sneered, and as soon as his arm flipped over, a sack appeared, and the sound of whirring wind sounded, dancing into a cloud of phantoms, making a heart-rending sound.

Chen Guyan's sack kung fu is like a whip but not a whip, flexible and dense, and the tricks are weird, as soon as he makes a move, there is a ball of soft strength wrapped around the hand of the bag, and at the same time, the sack is faintly opened, as if there is a fishy smell permeating out.

Bao Wei sneered, and when he saw Chen Guyan coming with a sack cover, his mind moved, and he immediately changed his moves, turned his claws into palms, and suddenly slapped them with one palm.

This palm, the palm is strong, and there seems to be a blazing wind whistling out.

His palm technique has been passed down by Murong Fu over the years, and it is the iron palm skill, which is the first-class fierce palm power in the palm technique, which is not much better than the eighteen palms of the beggar gang.

As soon as Bao Wei used this technique, he immediately caused a shock.

With a violent roar, the vast palm power crushed the past, Chen Guyan's face changed greatly, and he only felt that an iron mountain was suppressed, and the palm power was so strong and fierce that it almost made him think that it was the gang leader Qiao Feng who personally made a move.

With a muffled sound, the sack in Chen Guyan's hand trembled, no matter how delicate the tricks were, how flexible the strength was, under the domineering palm power of Bao Wei, they were all broken one after another, and his chest was stuffy, and he took several steps back at the moment, his face changed blue and red, and he was very ashamed.

After a few tricks, Chen Guyan, the elder of the beggar gang, fell behind in the confrontation with Bao, and did not take advantage of it.

This scene caused an uproar among the beggars in the apricot forest.

"What a fierce palm power, Murong Gongzi, this Mr. Bao's palm technique is really exquisite and domineering, but I don't know where it came from?

Murong Fu and his party were watching the battle from the sidelines, and when they saw that Bao Wei had the upper hand within a few moves, their expressions were different, especially Gu Mozhi's eyes were shining, and the martial idiot's temperament started again, and he began to ask on the spot.

"The national teacher has won the award, and the third brother Bao's palm technique is a martial art that has been passed down in recent years, called the iron palm skill, which is a bit wonderful. ”

Murong Fu smiled faintly and said casually.

Kumachi's heart was shocked, and he became more and more amazed.

"This Murong Fu is really unfathomable, such a wonderful palm technique was taught by him at will?"

What kind of eyesight Gu Mozhi has, just a few moves, he can see the subtlety of the iron palm skill, knowing that this palm technique can be called a peerless science in today's martial arts, and his heart is full of emotion.

Murong Fu naturally knew what Gu Mozhi was thinking, but he didn't care either.

Martial arts cheats are one thing, if you want to achieve something, the key is to look at the person who practices kung fu.

Take the beggar gang as an example, a set of eighteen palms of dragon descent is used as a town gang mastery, but only in a few generations of gang leaders do they show a dazzling edge, and some other gang leaders, even if they have miraculous skills, are also unknown to everyone, and there have been no amazing deeds.

It can be seen that with the secret book of divine skills, it is not necessarily necessary to become a peerless master.

On the other side, Chen Guyan was furious in his heart, and snorted coldly: "Bao is different, I haven't seen you for a few years, I didn't expect you to practice such a palm technique, but if you want to beat the old man, you are still far away!"

As soon as the words fell, Chen Guyan was about to do it again.

"Elder Chen, slow down, let's come here today to discuss a public case, not to fight fiercely!" Qiao Feng spoke, he said, turned his head and looked at the corner of the forest, "Since Murong Gongzi has arrived, please show up!"

The beggars were shocked, and they all looked to the side.

There is a way is the name of a person, the shadow of a tree, Gusu Murong is famous in the rivers and lakes, but his whereabouts are erratic, there are only a handful of people who have really seen Murong Fu, and these beggars are no exception.

Sure enough, a group of people walked out of the forest, the first one, dressed in green clothes, the face is like a teenager, handsome and chic, the temperament is extraordinary, followed by a few people, one of them is the most eye-catching, is a fifty-year-old yellow-clothed monk, the face is peaceful, there seems to be a faint flow of treasure light, there is a charm of a high-ranking monk.

In addition, there is also a middle-aged man with thin cheeks, fluttering steps, and bright eyes in his eyes.

"Qiao Gang Leader invited, under his own order, I came today, just for the sake of your help Ma Dayuan, now that both parties have arrived, Qiao Gang Leader can start. ”

Murong Fu's voice was clear, soft and mellow, and seemed to ring in everyone's ears, this alone made many people in the beggar gang look serious, such a means of transmitting sound by sound, how profound and pure the skills required, just this hand, it is enough to show that Nan Murong in front of him is worthy of his reputation.

Qiao Feng was dressed in coarse linen clothes, with a few patches on his body, and the pulp was very clean, he was a big man with a straight face, with a heroic bearing, and a heroic spirit, which was convincing.

At this time, he seemed to be unaware of the means used by Murong Fu's real power, a faint light flashed under his eyes, and a hearty smile appeared on his face.

"Okay, Murong Gongzi is quick to talk, Qiao admires it so much, since this is the case, then let's talk about me helping Deputy Gang Master Ma, half a month ago, I helped Deputy Gang Master Ma die under the choke lock, people who have this means in the rivers and lakes, Gusu Murong Clan can't do it if they don't return the way of the other, now that they meet, then Qiao Mou wants to ask the last sentence, what does Murong Gongzi think about this matter?"

Qiao Feng said, his tone became serious, and a strong aura rose up, and his qi vaguely locked on Murong Fu.