Chapter 3 - [Murong Peerless]

The boat swayed and continued to gallop forward.

Because of Qin Hongmian, Mu Wanqing didn't talk to Murong Fu anymore, and took care of the boat by herself, without looking away. Qin Hongmian sat in the cabin with his two knives crossed, his eyes indifferent, as if he was sinking into a memory.

Murong Fu sat on the bow of the boat, and was seizing the time to recover his strength.

If this road is good, it will definitely be able to chase down the foot of the water kou, and there will be a big battle, so you need to recover your true qi as soon as possible in order to level the water kou and rescue Azhu Abi.

After opening the two dantians, the true qi regathered, and its speed was twice that of ordinary people.

Sitting cross-legged for a while, the true qi in the tendon and vein dantian field became more and more overflowing, and he walked around a few times, and his soaked clothes were gradually steamed dry.

The wind was blowing on the surface of the lake, his clothes and hair were flying, and Murong Fu regained his spirit again.

However, after experiencing two internal injuries, his strength could not be restored to the heyday before the relinquishment, and at this time, the internal strength was still only about 30%.

Thirty percent of the internal strength is enough to deal with Xiao Xiaoshuikou.

When I closed my eyes, the martial arts moves that I had learned from the original body were played back in my mind like a movie screen. Murong Fu has learned a lot of miscellaneous things, and almost all the martial arts in the world are involved, but he doesn't know that greed is chaotic, and it is difficult to become atmospheric.

After a while, Murong Fu searched all the martial arts moves in his memory, and finally selected a few powerful martial arts moves to recall and engrave them in his heart, while most of the other martial arts of other schools were forgotten by heart. What is engraved in my heart is the family martial arts "Dou Zhuan Xing Shift", "Shen He Zhi" and "Mujia Swordsmanship".

At this moment, Murong Fu meditated and deliberated, and only then did he discover the power of these three martial arts.

"Participation Finger" can send out invisible finger strength with internal force, and practice to a high depth, even the "One Yang Finger" of the Dali Duan family cannot be defeated. The "Mujia Swordsmanship" moves are exquisite, continuous, and the clouds and rivers are changing rapidly, and it is also the best swordsmanship in the martial arts.

Besides, "fighting to turn the stars to move", to return the other body, with the strength of the force, no matter what kind of kung fu the other party exerts, it can transfer the power and counterattack to the other party, which is enough to dominate the world.

In the past, Murong Longcheng, the ancestor of the Murong family, created the "Dou Zhuan Xing Xing", and when he refined to the highest seventh layer, he was invincible in the world, which shows that this martial art is really extremely powerful, and he is not afraid to make more than the Tianlong world's first miracle skill "Six Veins Divine Sword".

However, what disappointed Murong Fu was that for these three martial arts, none of the original body had been refined to the peak of the realm, and the cultivation was extremely poor. "Dou Zhuan Xing Shift" has only been cultivated to the second layer, and the "Mu Family Sword Technique" is only a small success.

As for the Participation Finger, the simple move is already vulgar, but without the backing of deep internal force, it is impossible to send out invisible fingers to control the enemy.

Suddenly, Murong Fu was angry and scolded Harajuku fiercely.

"This guy is really stupid to abandon his roots, put aside his own mastery and not cultivate well, and waste his time and energy on miscellaneous studies of other sects. ”

scolded in his heart, Murong Fu was so angry that his face turned purple, it was the time when martial arts were used to hate less, and he had no choice but to hurry up and practice.

In fact, although this "Dou Zhuan Xing Shift" is a peerless martial art, it is also extremely difficult to cultivate to the peak of the realm, otherwise, Murong Fu's father Murong Bo would not have to go to Shaolin Temple to steal seventy-two stunts. It was because he practiced "Dou Zhuan Xing Shift" that he couldn't make progress when he reached a bottleneck, so he thought about using other martial arts to improve himself.

Murong Fu wanted to hurry up the practice, and he didn't dare to get involved in too advanced and difficult, so he took the "Mujia swordsmanship" as the first priority, and immediately stood up from his knees, used his fingers as a sword, and practiced on the bow of the boat over and over again. The Mu family's swordsmanship is complemented by a unique method, and he is not afraid of being looked at by outsiders and learns the moves.

The way of martial arts, with internal strength as the first priority, followed by martial arts moves, martial arts moves need to cooperate with the mental method, empty moves without mental methods, a martial arts can not be cultivated.

For example, the eighteen palms of the beggar gang are extremely powerful, and if you talk about the moves alone, smart people can memorize them after a few looks, but without the mental method, even if you know the moves, you can't practice them.

Murong Fu practiced at the bow of the boat, but it didn't take long for the other two people in the boat to look sideways.

Mu Wanqing's beautiful eyes looked forward to it, and she looked at it a few more times, not looking at his martial arts moves, but looking at his people. Soon found that the master was also looking at the son, Mu Wanqing was afraid of being detected, so she hurriedly turned her eyes away.

Qin Hongmian looked at it for a while, and only felt that the martial arts practiced by the other party were exquisite, if she practiced to a high place, even she was not an opponent, and she was puzzled. I touched the double knife on my waist and came out, and the wind swept by.

Drawing a knife, he asked coldly: "Boy, Shicai didn't ask you about your origins, now tell me quickly, otherwise I will kick you off Taihu Lake and continue to draft!"

Murong Fu was practicing on his head, and suddenly saw the scimitar pointing directly, and just used it to call himself his current catty, turned around and smiled: "Senior, I didn't ask you where you came from! If you want to know where I come from, I'll tell you right away if I win......

Qin Hongmian snorted coldly, thinking that he was a second-rate strength in the rivers and lakes, and he rarely met opponents, so what could he do if the opponent's moves were subtle, so he slashed with a knife and cut his head.

"The kid is so angry, I'll let you see the means of my Shura knife......"

Murong Fu entered the white blade empty-handed, calmly responded to the move, and said with a smile: "It turns out that the nickname of the predecessor is 'Shura Knife', and this knife technique is really as good as its name, such as the Shura Slaughterhouse......"

The bow of the ship was originally small, and once the two of them started a battle, they looked cramped, and after a few moves, the figure turned to the top of the cabin. Mu Wanqing also had no intention of rocking the boat, letting the boat drift with the wind, drawing out her short sword and watching the battle.

She was afraid that the master would be injured, and second, she was afraid that the handsome son would be damaged, so she was ready to save people at any time.

After fighting for more than 30 moves, Murong Fu suffered from the lack of a blade and gradually fell into disadvantage. Mu Wanqing was anxious, and shouted at the right time: "Master, he can't beat you, you stop! Don't hurt anyone, otherwise no one will show us the way, and if you want to interrogate his origin, it will be ...... to interrogate him and hand it over to me."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, thank you girl for your kindness. I'm competing with my seniors, and it's all up to the point, and it's not in the way......"

With the care of the beauty, Murong Fu hurriedly replied with a smile, and his moves were a little slower.

Qin Hongmian heard him laughing with his apprentice, he didn't like it, the scimitar was tighter, and he saw that a knife was slashed, and the "stab" sound made a "stab" sound, and he cut off a section of his sleeve.

The knife surface was almost wiped against the hairs on his arm, Murong Fu retreated in panic, secretly thinking that he shouldn't be distracted, who knew that one move was missed, the move was restricted, and he took two more moves, and he felt a pain in his chest before the curtain, and was kicked by Qin Hongmian and fell on the bow of the boat.

The body was rolling and about to roll down the Taihu Lake, when a shadow flew in, pulled a hand, and finally didn't fall. Naturally, it was Mu Wanqing who came, pulled Murong Fu back, and begged the master: "Master, stop fighting, let me interrogate him......"

When he spoke, the black gauze on his face was gently blown, and a burst of fragrance rose faintly, like Lan Fei Lan, like a musk deer, although the breath was not very strong, but it was quiet and heavy, and the moment was greasy, and I couldn't help but feel a wave in my heart when I smelled it.

Murong Fu was actually fascinated by the aroma that suddenly entered his nose for a while, and Qin Hongmian had already avoided the apprentice's palm: "Hmph! This kid is weird, make his acupoints first, and then talk ......."

"Senior, I'm willing to gamble and lose ......"

Before he finished speaking, Murong Fu had been hit by the acupoint and fell on the deck. This time, he knew his own strength, only on par with Qin Hongmian, and if he hadn't been distracted just now, he wouldn't have been defeated.

However, once he wandered away again and was restrained in the acupoint, then he would be called heaven and earth should not be spiritual. originally wanted to reveal his true identity, but because of Qin Hongmian's fierce and domineering, he was thrown away from Java.