Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

The corner of Murong Fu's mouth twitched. Seeing Zhuge Qingyun's confident expression, he couldn't bear to attack him.

What temperament? Two fools?

He looked at the people who were flying away and quickly found a place to hide.

I finally got rid of him, but I can't get entangled again.

He decided that from today on, he would stop playing with this idiot.

Murong Fu flew towards a mountain range, looking for a place to relax and avoid the clingy Zhuge Qingyun.

He looked at the surrounding scenery intently and took a deep breath: "Huh, this is a beautiful place."

However, there is a large green and lush bamboo forest here, and the sweet singing of birds is accompanied by the sound of "rustling" leaves.

It makes people feel relaxed and happy, and even the restless heart that was just annoyed is gradually soothed.

Murong Fu slowly smiled and began to walk in the bamboo forest.

Occasionally, you can see a few deer jumping around and drinking water by the creek, and a few koi carps wagging their tails leisurely.

He was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and forgot all his worries for a while.

He even thought that if he could find such a place in the future, it would be nice to live a secluded life.

There are peach trees outside the bamboo forest and surging streams.

Picking chrysanthemums on the east fence, the mountains are green and the water is green.

Just as he closed his eyes and enjoyed it, intoxicated...

Suddenly, the original "rustling" sound in the bamboo forest suddenly changed.

Several birds fluttered their wings and fled away, as if they were frightened.

In the air, the soft wind carries the cold iron air, drifting from a distance.

Murong Fu opened his eyes in an instant, and his gaze fell on the neat and tall bamboo forest.

His eyes darkened, and he shouted sternly: "Who is this!"

Soon, a burst of laughter came from the forest: "Hahaha..."

"I really didn't expect that you would discover me so quickly."

But he saw a tall and handsome figure walking out of the bamboo forest and walking towards him step by step.

The next moment, the man's body disappeared from the spot without any trace.

Murong Fu never expected that he would encounter such a situation after finally having time to wander around.

He couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, and looked around with a murderous look in his eyes.

He could feel that the person coming was not good!

Judging from the man's tone just now, he must be aiming at him too.

In the air, a tiny voice came from behind him.

Murong Fu turned around quickly and was met with a fierce palm wind.

He was not afraid at all and fought him head on.

The man's strength was not low. When he saw that he was discovered, he was not impatient and directly changed his moves to confront him.

The two of them were going back and forth, fighting so hard that they were inseparable, and neither of them had any flaws.

For a moment, the scene was a little anxious.

"Bang!" A burst of spiritual energy exploded, and the two of them were knocked back a few steps at the same time. They both stood still and stared at each other.

The man's eyes were cold and full of fighting spirit, but there was no hostility at all: "Haha, there really is something."

Murong Fu looked at him with some doubts. He thought about it in his mind for a long time, but he never remembered that he knew such a number one person.

He took action and asked: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

The man did not show any pretense and directly announced his family name: "I am from Yanzhuang, [Purple Dragon Villa], and I am from the old man Yanshan."

Yan Zhuangxing clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "I heard that you are extraordinary, so I came here to ask you for advice!"

After hearing this, Murong Fu became even more puzzled.

He had no contact with this person at all, so why did he come to him for advice?

"Enough nonsense, Yan Zhuangxing is challenging Murong Fu!"

"Are you going to answer or not?"

Yan Zhuangxing's eyes were full of seriousness as he looked directly at Murong Fu opposite him. His voice reverberated throughout the forest, stirring up waves of echoes.

Although Murong Fu didn't understand, the opponent had already reached the door of his house, so how could he back down.

"Now that we're here, why not fight!"

As soon as these words came out, the aura around Yan Zhuangxing's body changed instantly.

He squinted his eyes and whispered the magic formula, and the light blue light in his hand gathered more and more.

The light was soft and clear, yet as hazy and misty as mist.

As he flipped his wrist, while the spiritual energy was circulating, a bright blue light slowly floated up and suspended in the air.

Yan Zhuangxing slowly pushed away with his hands, and the light blue light flew towards Murong Fu.

It is not difficult to see that he used all his strength, a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his face showed unprecedented seriousness.

He had already fought against Murong Fu just now, and he knew in his heart that the person in front of him was definitely not inferior to him in strength.

Therefore, when he makes a move, it is the move that he is most proud of.

When Murong Fu saw this, he raised his eyebrows and shot out a majestic spiritual energy in his hand, facing the blue light.

With a "boom", a ball of white gas faintly spewed out from the blue light and rushed out.

But then, the white gas exploded suddenly, and silver needles were flying all over the sky.

A fine net formed in the air and flew straight in the direction of Murong Fu.

Yan Zhuangxing's face slowly relaxed, he was particularly confident in himself, and there was a bit of showing off in his voice:

"This move is called [Falling Flowers]. I wonder if you have a way to break it."

It's not that he is conceited, it's that he is extremely confident in his own strength.

This [Luoying Colorful] is a blend of Yin and Yang techniques, combined with the techniques of this sect.

Except for his master, no one can clearly see the mystery, let alone figure out how to solve it.

He looked into the distance, and the next moment his eyes widened involuntarily: "This..."

"How is this possible?"

I saw that Murong Fu just waved his hand, and the silver needles flying in the sky seemed to be controlled by something.

The sound of "ding ding dong dong" was clear and loud, and each one fell straight to the ground.

Yan Zhuangxing couldn't believe the scene in front of him, and he didn't even see clearly how the other party took action.

His most proud trick was easily resolved.

He was a little stunned and stuttered a little: "You, you, you, what did you just do?"

Murong Fu smiled casually, pretending to be profound: "It's just a wave."

In fact, he was stunned by this dazzling trick just now, but he had already noticed the pattern of changes in it just now.

As the saying goes, adapt to all changes by remaining unchanged, and never depart from the original principles.

The same principle applies to Yan Zhuangxing's "Colorful Falling Cherry Blossoms".

After Yan Zhuangxing heard this, his face turned pale, but he still didn't want to believe it and took action again.

However, this time he was more cautious.

Yan Zhuangxing's figure was like a ghost, spinning wantonly in the air: "Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"