In the dimly lit room, a person hangs in the air, indescribably weird, at first sight, it is terrifying.

Murong Fu had enough strength to see the mystery clearly, and a pitch-black rope hung down from the roof, wrapped around the man's waist, and hung him alive.

Woo! There was a strange sound, the wind was whistling, and a black rope was urged by a strong true force, like a sharp sword across the air, piercing through nothingness, and appeared in front of Murong Fu's chest in the blink of an eye, and the condensation and purity of the true power contained in it had reached a terrifying level, so this black rope stabbed in the air was no less than a divine weapon, cutting gold and breaking jade, and it was just a matter of idleness.

Almost at the same time as the black rope crossed the sky, in the drowsy wooden house, there seemed to be an endless whirlpool constantly collapsing, and the slightest wisp of void air was emptied, and a violent oppressive force came from all directions, wanting to make Murong Fu lose his center of gravity and let others slaughter him.

"Good means, this Wu Yazi's use of his own true qi can really be said to have reached the realm of perfection, and there are few people in the world who have such skills. ”

Murong Fu's eyes suddenly lit up, as if a dazzling light lit up, and he was amazed in his heart.

He took a look at everything without Yazi, this person had become crippled thirty years ago, and the bone meridians of the lower body had become a mess, shattered into powder, if it weren't for the support of a vast and pure and vibrant true qi in his body, he would have died a long time ago.

But he was hit so hard, but he still survived, and for thirty years, he lost his ability to act, but let him polish his true qi with all his heart, and his skills were as strong as the sea.

At this time, as soon as he made a move, he showed a subtle and unparalleled means, using a black rope around him as a soldier, no less than the top grandmaster on the rivers and lakes.

"A good spirit is one, the cultivation is endless, the old gentleman is superb, and he admires it. ”

Murong Fu's chest was numb, as if it was cold and hot, as if countless feelings were springing up, and before the black rope had even hit him, it had already shaken his heart, and he couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

With a flick of the arm, a finger as clear as jade lightly pointed out, and a wisp of invisible finger power shot out, and with a pop, it hit the top of the black rope.

Shen He pointed out that this Murong family's peerless learning has reached the supreme realm of formlessness and non-appearance, even the predecessors of the Murong family who created this fingering technique in the first place may not have such attainments.

Over the years, Murong Fu has not been in vain in the end, and his kung fu has really reached the realm of the abyss.

Any move contains martial arts and mysteries.

There was a cry in the darkness, Wu Yazi snorted lightly, the black rope in the void began to change again, the layers of phantoms continued to change, the black rope changed rigidity and softness, although it was a real force support in the air, but it was more dexterous than the hands and feet, fists and feet, swords, guns, swords, halberds, fists, palms, fingers and legs, etc., all kinds of martial arts tricks were deduced on this black rope, and a moment of kung fu changed dozens of times, using more than a dozen different martial arts.

The light in Murong Fu's eyes became brighter and brighter, and when he saw that he was happy, the aura around his body was mellow, and the whole person seemed to be integrated into a void, and his fingers were pointed out one after another, and all the subtleties of the fingers evolved one after another.

The two of them fought this time, like lightning and flint, time flew by, every flick of the finger did not know how many times they clashed, there was no cliff and a black rope evolved all kinds of complicated and exquisite martial arts tricks, as well as the use of the true power of the inner family, and Murong Fu was simple and complex, coming and going is a kind of fingering, flying up and down, left and right, and within the circle of the abbot Xu Fangyuan around him, it seems to be a dustless pure land, no matter how exquisite and sharp the black rope is, it has never really invaded.

I don't know when, Su Xinghe has also walked in, standing beside Wang Yuyan, the two of them looked at this confrontation that can be called the top of the rivers and lakes with shocked eyes, dizzy, and longed for time and space to stand still forever at this moment.

"Five Tiger Broken Door Knife, Hubei Ruan Family's Whip Method, Qingcheng's Hidden Weapon, Wind Chasing Knife Method, Wind Breeze Willow Sword Method, Scattered Flower Palm, Chiba Hand, Fu Wand Method, Indra Claw, Dharma Sword Method, this person is so powerful, he is proficient in so many sects of martial arts, and everything is perfect, the realm is extraordinary, who is he?"

Wang Yuyan is worthy of being a living dictionary of martial arts, although Wu Yazi uses a black rope to interpret all kinds of martial arts, she can still see the origin of these martial arts, and her mouth keeps muttering to herself, her eyes are full of surprise.

Su Xinghe was the opposite, he naturally knew about his master's martial arts, and at this time, more attention was focused on Murong Fu, the more he watched, the more shocked he became.

I saw that Murong Fu lifted his weight lightly, chic and casual, and in the face of the endless martial arts of Wuyazi, he just kept pointing out his fingers, sometimes slow and heavy, sometimes fast and clear, his fingers were formless and unfathomable, and he was unpredictable, like a tenacious and immortal sacred mountain, no matter how fierce and weird the attack was, it could not be shaken in the slightest, such a deep and heavy martial arts realm was really beyond his reach.

It was also at this time that Su Xinghe guessed that he had fought with Murong Fu just now, and he was afraid that people didn't even use three points of strength.

I have to say that this is an extremely shocking thing for Su Xinghe.

Hum, the wooden house trembled, as if it was about to explode, an invisible air ripple spread out in all directions, both of them disappeared, I don't know when, the battle between Murong Fu and Wu Yazi has ended.

"Okay, what a Nan Murong, this fingering technique has reached the point of being superb, and the old man can't even change the thirty-six martial arts, but he can't have the slightest upper hand, it's really terrifying. ”

Wu Yazi spoke, his voice was warm and kind, with a gentle and windy atmosphere, which was impressive.

"The old gentleman's magic skills are amazing, just a black rope, you can deduce a hundred martial arts, breathtaking, admirable tight. ”

After the two finished speaking, they both burst out laughing.

"Murong Gongzi, what is the matter with you looking for me, a crippled person, this time? ”

Wu Yazi sighed, on his handsome and smooth face, a trace of exhaustion faintly appeared, he was not in his heyday, over the years, half of his body was paralyzed, he was seriously injured, although the inner family cultivation has made great progress, but in the end it still damaged the vitality, although the true qi is majestic and pure, but just now with Murong Fu, the spiritual energy consumed is really not small, and the burden on him is also very large, there is no accident with this tired color.

"As I said a long time ago, I came here to bring someone to meet the old gentleman, Yu Yan, come here. ”

Murong Fu beckoned slightly, and although Wang Yuyan was puzzled in her heart, she still walked over.

Wu Yazi's spirit just now was all on Murong Fu, and he hadn't paid attention to Wang Yuyan at all, but when he saw it at this time, his expression suddenly changed.

"Like, really like, are you Ah Luo's daughter?"

At this moment, Wu Yazi's expression is complicated, like joy, like emotion, and as if he is reminiscing, it is hard to imagine that a person can have such a variety of complex expressions in an instant.

Wang Yuyan was so surprised in her heart, she naturally knew about Ah Luo in Wuyazi's mouth, it was her mother's nickname, and she knew very little, but the old man in front of her could say these words just by looking at her, how could she not be surprised.

"My mother is Li Qingluo, I don't know how my predecessors knew?"

"Okay, good boy, sure enough, I'm your grandfather, how can I not know what your mother's name is. "

Wu Yazi laughed loudly and said loudly.

Grandpa? Wang Yuyan was a little stunned, how could she have thought that this mysterious old man in front of her would be her grandfather?

Over the years, Mrs. Wang has rarely mentioned her identity and origin, and even Wang Yuyan, who is her daughter, does not know that she has a grandfather alive.

"Yu Yan, this old gentleman is your grandfather Wuyazi, I brought you here this time just to see him. ”

Murong Fu said with a faint smile.

"Mr. Wuyazi, you can talk to Yu Yan, and go out first. ”

After Murong Fu finished speaking, he didn't stay long, and walked out of the wooden house slowly, Su Xinghe was also an eye-sighted person, seeing this scene, he knew that his master would definitely not be in any danger, so he followed out.

More than half an hour passed in a blink of an eye, and in Su Xinghe's surprised gaze, Wu Yazi was pushed out of the wooden house by Wang Yuyan sitting in a wheelchair.

"Murong boy, the old man is going to teach the martial arts of the Yuyan Freedom School, if you are okay these days, stay here for a while. ”

Wu Yazi's face was full of kindness, and he looked at Wang Yuyan's eyes very satisfied.

"That's good, although Yu Yan's kung fu has made a lot of progress over the years, there are still a lot of shortcomings, the martial arts of the Xiaoyao School are broad and profound, it is a line of Taoism, and it is also suitable for her to practice, and the old gentleman can teach it personally, which is naturally her blessing. ”

Murong Fu naturally has nothing to disagree with, Wang Yuyan has a small Wuxiang Gong of the Xiaoyao School, although this internal skill is exquisite and unique, and can control all kinds of martial arts in the world, but where is it appropriate for the Xiaoyao Sect to pass on martial arts, if Wang Yuyan can practice other kung fu of the Xiaoyao School, complementing each other, her martial arts will have a transformation, it is a chance.

Wu Yazi sighed and nodded silently, he was very sorry, Murong Fu was hard to find in the world regardless of his talent and appearance, he was very interested in letting him inherit the martial arts of the Xiaoyao School, but unfortunately, the current Murong Fu's martial arts realm is so high that even he can hardly see the depth, he can be called a peerless grandmaster, how could such a character join the Xiaoyao School.

So he could only regret it in his heart, but he didn't say it.

After this day, Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan lived in the Valley of the Deaf and Dumb.

Every day, Wang Yuyan will learn the martial arts of the Xiaoyao School with Wu Yazi, her qualifications are natural, an internal skill has a foundation, and what she has learned is one of the three major magic skills of the Xiaoyao School, with all kinds of advantages, she learns the martial arts of the Xiaoyao School, naturally she gets twice the result with half the effort, and the progress is fast.

Murong Fu ignored this, he was constantly thinking about a possibility, and after half a month, he finally had some eyebrows.