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The package flew upside down in mid-air.

Seeing this, the thin man who was one of the four generals beside Murong Fu rushed forward to catch Bao Bingtong's body, but a strong force came from his body, making him unable to stand still.

It wasn't until another general from behind rushed forward that the three of them finally stabilized their bodies.

"Brother Bao."

"Third brother."

General Murong's eyes widened with anger, and he vigorously shook Bao Ding, who was unconscious and vomiting blood.

"This is unreasonable. My third brother just said a few words to you, so why should I take such a heavy blow?"

A man in his fifties, wearing an iron-blue scholar's robe and scarf, suddenly stood up. His face turned red and he squinted his eyes, as if he had read too much and had damaged his eyesight.

"I'm just too strong, so why do you say anything?"

Chen Jun stood calmly: "Misfortune comes from the mouth. If you don't kill him, you are showing mercy. If you want to speak out again, you can try it."

Gong Yeqian was eager to give it a try, but was held tightly by the general next to him. At this time, Murong Fu slowly walked out, lowered his body and vomited hard into Bao Tongtong's body.

Afterwards, looking at him from behind, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The two have similar looks, but their temperaments are very different. He is handsome and elegant, and his words are overbearing and domineering, making him feel like he is facing an elder.

"Your Excellency is so overbearing with your words. Not only did he hurt my friend, but he didn't even take us seriously. He wanted to ask for advice."

"No need to ask for advice, you already owe me a lot of debts, and I just want to settle things with you."

Murong Fu suddenly laughed out loud, showing a bit of disdain: "How dare you ask me what kind of debt I owe you? It will be your turn to ask for it from me."

"Langfu Land, do you know?" Chen Jun said: "The secret books there are all owned by my Xiaoyao sect. You have practiced a lot. I think this Yanziwu is good. I want it. Do you think it is fair?"

Even though the two of them were somewhat similar in appearance, Chen Jun didn't have much emotion towards Murong Fu.

Even though Murong Fu now has abundant capital, is handsome and handsome, has both civil and military skills, can attract the love of women such as A Bi and Wang Yuyan, and has not made the same mistakes in the future, he is still far behind him.

In other words, even if his father Murong Bo, the number one troublemaker, were to come, in terms of martial arts and strategy, he would not be on the same level as him.

Murong Fu was shocked, but he was even more angry. He did not say anything out of fear of the city government.

The atmosphere in Yanziwu was also tense at this time. Abi, A'zhu, and Wang Yuyan walked up to Murong Fu and looked at him with angry or complicated expressions.

Only Duan Yu stood behind Chen Jun.

He wanted to follow him, but thinking of Mr. Chen's life-saving grace, he suppressed his impulse.

"I have practiced the Hundred Schools of Learning of Langfu Land, but it belonged to my aunt. What kind of Xiaoyao sect was it at that time? Do you have proof? And I have never heard of this sect."

Murong Fu showed excellent self-cultivation, like a noble son from a noble family in Tianhuang. His words and deeds were gentle and upright, and his etiquette was impeccable.

"Proof? Ha."

"Now I have changed my mind and added one more thing. You need to hand over your family inheritance, Shenzhen Fingering Technique, and Dragon City Sword Technique."

No matter how well-mannered Murong Fu was at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a flash of sullenness.

"It's too much to bully others. Why don't you try your clever trick? Please."

He stretched out his arm and pointed to the open space in front of him. Behind him, the Murong family generals roared loudly, as if they wanted to witness Chen Jun's defeat.

"I heard from Abi's letter that you use a sword." Murong Fu took the Dragon City Saber from the hands of the general behind him: "I won't bully the younger with more, I will show you with my sword skills."

"Master, his swordsmanship is very strong, don't be careless." Abi couldn't help but worry.

"Cousin, be careful. Mr. Chen's swordsmanship is among the best in the world, so be careful."

Only those who had seen Chen Jun's martial arts would remind him, but Murong Fu was inspired to be more competitive.

"Draw out your sword."

Chen Jun held his body still and looked deeply: "Since I have added so many requirements to you, it is inevitable that you will lose your etiquette. You can just use your sword."

His words, coupled with his calm expression, were enough to make Murong Fu's nameless fire suddenly rise.

Chen Jun saw this and was amused in his heart. This did not mean that he deliberately stimulated him and caused his mental martial arts to fluctuate, but it was just his habitual operation.

Murong Fu was a talented man with martial arts talents, which was also shown in the original work, such as the moonlit night on the barren mountain, the unprovoked intervention in the thirty-six caves, and the adventure of the conspiracy of the people on the seventy-two islands. Murong Fu's vision, martial arts, demeanor, and handling of affairs

The strategies are demonstrated one by one in an admirable manner.

He is not stupid, mediocre, or imbecile, but he has embarked on an obsessive path due to his obsession and being brainwashed since childhood.

If you take the wrong road, you will not reach the end even if you walk ten times. Of course, if you have enough ability to open up another road that no one has ever walked before, you can be called a master craftsman.

But it's a pity.

Keng!

A flash of bright silver cold light suddenly appeared.

The Dragon City Sword in Murong Fu's hand has already been unsheathed, and the sword roars across the sky like a dragon roaring in surprise, even the teal ducks in the depths of Taihu Lake in the distance are frightened away.

The two were hundreds of meters apart, and in the blink of an eye, Murong Fu's long sword struck across the air.

The lightning speed is dizzying, and the most peculiar thing is that the long sword is filled with thick zhenqi, which stretches endlessly, as if it has condensed into substance.

"Is this the Murong family's Dragon City swordsmanship? Nothing more than that."

Chen Jun's steps flashed and he dodged the sword like a wild goose.

"court death!"

Murong Fu was shocked. He had tried hard to attack him, but he was still easily dodged. However, the whisper that followed made his heart even colder.

Hoo ho ho!!!

With a flash of cold sword light, twelve sharp and fast sword shadows suddenly appeared in the air, cutting the space into pieces. With his gentle dance, all the sword energy suddenly exploded.

boom!

Chen Jun slapped it away with his palm, and the sword shadows disappeared invisible.

At this time, Murong Fu saw what was happening, he moved forward, leaping two feet in one step, and thrust out his sword. The speed and power of his swordsmanship were much stronger than before.

Others watched attentively, their eyelids twitching wildly.

Under such a powerful swordsmanship, it would be difficult for an ordinary master to survive more than a dozen moves, but Chen Jun dodged or dodged, palmed or punched, but he did not draw a single sword.

Dragon City's swordsmanship penetrates and kills, and the moves are continuous, like clouds and flowing water, while the two figures keep wandering around, like dragons staggering and striking each other.

"There are a total of 54 Dragon City Sword Techniques, 32 Mercy Sword Techniques, 12 Demon Subduing Sword Techniques, and 3 Five Tiger Soul-Severing Sword Techniques. It is quite complex to learn, but are there any other techniques?"

Chen Jun stepped back and stood still in the air, "If you don't have the intention to strike with a sword, then I will give you a sword in return."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sword was drawn out without any sound.

Murong Fu opened his eyes wide and his mind was shaken. The sword was so fast that he didn't even notice when it was drawn out. How could it be possible?

Strong reluctance arose in his heart, but when he saw the sword stabbing at him unhurriedly, he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Cousin, hurry back."

A voice came from behind.