Murong Feifei grimaced at Nangong Shaoyou, looking very dissatisfied, she blamed Nangong Shaoyou for scolding her in public. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Song Zixiu couldn't help but feel a little proud when he heard this, he knew that Murong Feifei must be partial to Nangong Shaoyou, but Nangong Shaoyou did not say that he was inferior to Dali Duan, but asked Murong Feifei not to talk nonsense, that is to say, Nangong Shaoyou defeated Duan's father and son in the competition.

Although Murong Feifei was dissatisfied in his heart, he still obediently obeyed Nangong Shaoyou's words, and continued to watch the battle between the two on the field, only to hear Fan Wuming let out a long roar, his face was full of grief and indignation, but he was full of pride.

"Master, Fan Bang mainly used his 'weeping blood magic skill', I watched him perform it in Dianjiang Mountain, and one move killed the 'Peacock King' Yan Bubao, the first martial arts in the Sanyuan Sect, according to legend, the 'Peacock King' is the Buddha's mother, and the spear Ziyuan is also a monk, and naturally the martial arts are also under the Buddha's mother. Murong Feifei deliberately raised his voice.

The group of heroes in the audience listened to it, and knew that Murong Feifei was teasing Mao Ziyuan again, Mao Ziyuan was known as the first in the world of martial arts, and he really took this title just now, even if he was not the first in the world of martial arts, but there was no doubt that he was the first in the Sanyuan Sect, but at the moment Murong Feifei said that Nayan Bubao was the first, and it was reasonable, and said that Fan Wuming's move would result him, which meant that Spear Ziyuan couldn't even catch Fan Wuming's half move, of course everyone didn't believe it, Spear Ziyuan and the Netherworld Sect Master had more than 500 moves without winning or losing, and the Netherworld Sect Master had received Fan Wuming's thirty-six moves, how could he not take it, but hearing this little girl constantly satirizing the leader of the world's number one sect, everyone sounded very enjoyable.

"Feifei, do you know the origin of this 'Weeping Blood Divine Skill'?" Song Zixiu asked with a smile.

Master Hui Yuan listened, but he was very interested, so much so that he took a step closer to Song Zixiu, "Senior sister!" Master Hui Jing couldn't help but say again, but with a helpless smile on her face.

Murong Feifei was very proud, because she had asked Fan Wuming, and Fan Wuming said without concealing it, she smiled and said: "Master, your knowledge is the best in the world, how can it be rude as your apprentice, this 'Crying Blood Divine Skill' has become one of the two great divine skills of martial arts, and it is as famous as the Shaolin Body Protection Divine Skill." ”

Martial arts rumors have always said that there are three major divine skills, one of which is the "three-element divine skill" of Mao Ziyuan, but Murong Feifei is just saying two big, she glanced at Mao Ziyuan, only to see him drinking tea calmly, watching the competition in the field, without the slightest displeasure, but he felt very boring in his heart.

"This set of kung fu is created by a chivalrous warrior in the early Tang Dynasty, according to legend, he is a collection of several ancient martial arts of the highest and hateful heroic martial arts created, I heard that including Chu overlord Xiang Yu, Gongzi Qingji, martial saint Guan Yu and other people's martial arts, the truth is impossible to examine, but the nostalgia for the ancestors is undoubted, named 'weeping blood', that is' Cuckoo cry blood' meaning, martial arts are full of nostalgia for these generations of heroes and tragic death for them, so this set of martial arts when used look very sad, but not lose pride, although martial arts is very good, but also because of this, and a lot of damage to the heart and lungs, thousands of years, can be practiced not many people, even if practiced, it is rarely used, because kill three thousand, self-injury eight hundred, although it is earned, but it is also very useless. Murong Feifei had a very good memory, and repeated what Fan Wuming said that day.

"Amitabha, I see, this is the first time that poor nuns have heard of it, no wonder I have heard of this magic skill for a long time, but I have not heard of anyone performing it. Master Huiyuan said too much, and after speaking, she also paid attention to the situation on the field.

What Song Zixiu said to Murong Feifei was very strange, and I don't know how she knew it, but she was still very happy in her heart.

At the moment, Fan Wuming's palm power on the field is getting stronger and stronger, in fact, it is even more pressing, just like a fierce general who takes the head of the enemy general among 10,000 people, with a faint sense of arrogance, and the palm power actually brings bursts of killing aura everywhere.

"Weeping followed by blood, and the heart is silent!" Murong Feifei couldn't help but groan, and everyone who heard these two poems felt that it was very appropriate.

The Netherworld Sect Master, on the other hand, was concentrating, making the "Flame Palm" to the fullest, and the wooden planks on the high platform were unexpectedly filled with green smoke, as if they had been hit by his palm power, and they were almost on fire.

Qunhao is crazy to watch, and feel incredible, this battle is the most exciting to see today, although it can't be said that the kung fu of the two is higher than the previous masters, but both of them are with strong strength, palm contact, swinging around, like ripples in the water, everyone can feel it, and Fan Wuming looks sad, like a lonely general on the battlefield, and the dark smoke ignited by the Netherworld Sect Master seems to be fireworks on the battlefield again, a general after killing a strong enemy, found that his subordinates were also martyred, which left him alone in enjoying this lonely victory, and I don't know whether to be happy or sad, this scene appeared in the minds of the heroes at the same time.

"Bang!bang!" Fan Wuming slapped three palms with the Netherworld Sect Master.

After the third palm intersected, both of them took three steps back, and at the same time their right hands touched their chests, the Netherworld Sect Master's face was as indifferent as a dead man, but Fan Wuming's face was full of tragedy, and for a while neither of them spoke, it seemed that both of them were injured, and it seemed that both of them were fine, and they were both feeling pain for the victims.

Qunhao didn't dare to speak out, they all looked at the high platform, just waiting for these two people to say the number of wins and losses, these two people are masters in the world, and naturally they will not deny their failures, so the result will eventually know that the time is actually very short, but everyone feels that it is very long.

The top masters on the stage can't see the number of wins and losses, because these three palms are all competitions of internal strength, and only the two of them know it, but there is a trace of disappointment in the hearts of these people, because the Netherworld Sect Master was not beaten to an instant defeat, even if Fan Wuming won in the end, but the Netherworld Sect Master had spit out a mouthful of blood before, and he also fought many battles, so it seems that Fan Wuming can't really win.

While the two of them were still silent, the wind on the mountain became very loud, blowing the surrounding trees very loudly, and slowly everyone felt a little strange, because although there was a mountain wind at night, it was not so strong.

In the mountains and forests, there are faint figures moving rapidly, and the trees are shaking, and there seem to be thousands of people under the trees, and some of the heroes are happy: "It's the heroes of the Beggar Gang, the Netherworld Sect Master, and the heroes of the Beggar Gang are all here under the leadership of the Fan Gang Leader!"