Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Fang Yuan looked at the only invitation card left in his hand and sighed heavily.

Then, he closed his eyes in pain and handed it to Fang Zisheng beside him.

The voice was reluctant: "Go ahead, young people should see more of the world."

Fang Zisheng was immediately overjoyed and without any shirk, he immediately put the invitation into his arms.

He lowered his head and flattered me repeatedly: "My father is wise and mighty. He is truly a wise man who is rare to see in a hundred years!"

Fang Yuan couldn't help but rolled his eyes and said angrily: "You should follow Mr. Murong and be smart. If there is anything good, you must take pictures."

"Price or anything else is not an issue."

Fang Zisheng nodded hurriedly, looking back and forth at the invitation in his hand as he was ecstatic.

Dongfang Bubai put away the envy in his eyes and sighed slightly: "Oh, when will I receive an invitation like this!"

Liuli's face was also filled with melancholy, and she felt an inexplicable sense of loss.

The two of them turned around together, and when they were about to go back to their rooms to have a good rest, their peripheral vision glanced at the female Bodhisattva Miaoyi who was standing there.

"Why don't you go back? What are you doing standing here?"

"That's right, Fu Lang has already left, why are you still waiting here?"

Bodhisattva Miaoyi showed a meaningful smile, and her tone was somewhat mysterious: "The Buddha said, it cannot be said!"

Liuli and Dongfang Bubai looked at each other, and before they could say anything, a strange sound came from the door.

Several people heard the sound and looked around, only to see several men in red and white clothes, holding an invitation in their hands and walking over quickly.

Under everyone's shocked eyes, he stood in front of Miaoyi Bodhisattva, his tone full of respect.

"Miaoyi Bodhisattva, this is the invitation sent to you by [Qizhen Pavilion]. I also ask you to attend tonight's auction."

The visitor bowed slightly, full of respect.

Bodhisattva Miaoyi nodded slightly, took the invitation from the other party, and said softly: "Amitabha, this nun must go."

After the group of people left, Fang Yuan and his son, Liuli and Dongfang Bubai realized what they were doing.

Fang Zisheng was a little dumbfounded: "You, you are also a master on the [Hidden Dragon List]?"

Fang Yuan on the side couldn't help but nodded repeatedly and murmured to himself: "I see, no wonder I look so familiar to you."

"I really didn't expect that the people around Mr. Murong would be so secretive."

"There are people outside the world, and there is God outside the world!"

Fang Yuan felt a little emotional, turned around and left, minding his own business.

At this time, Liuli and Dongfang Bubai looked at Miaoyi Bodhisattva with particularly complicated expressions.

The two were slightly frustrated, and they became more determined to practice hard and strive to one day be able to compete with Murong Fu.

Bodhisattva Miaoyi smiled slightly and raised the invitation in her hand: "Let's go, Mr. Fang."

Fang Zisheng was still a little dazed for the moment, and nodded numbly in response. ..

On the other side, Murong Fu and Zhuge Qingyun were a little lost as soon as they left the city.

Along the way, Zhuge Qingyun was walking in front very excitedly, saying he would lead the way.

As a result, as soon as he left the city gate, he began to be confused about the east, west, and west, and began to use metaphysical methods to guide the way.

Zhuge Qingyun closed his eyes tightly, clasped his hands and prayed to heaven: "Tathagata, Amitabha, this Buddha, that Buddha, all the gods and goddesses protect me..."

Murong Fu looked at him like this for who knows how long. Finally, he couldn't help but slap him.

He gritted his back molars tightly, regretting why he had such a brother in the first place: "When you are away from home, can you act like a normal person?"

On the other hand, Zhuge Qingyun was still a little aggrieved, with a face full of reluctance: "Brother Murong, why are you beating me? Isn't this just for us to get to the auction quickly?"

"Don't be late, we won't even see the scum."

"That's a big loss!"

Murong Fu had tried his best not to let himself be like the Erha in front of him, and his heart was throbbing with anger.

He waved his hand helplessly: "Okay, shut up and follow me!"

Zhuge Qingyun's eyes lit up and he hurriedly followed him: "So, brother, you can find it!"

"Who told you that I couldn't find [Qizhen Pavilion]?"

Along the way, Zhuge Qingyun's mouth was not idle. Even if a bird flew in the sky, he could talk about the "dapeng monster".

Murong Fu warned himself ten thousand times in his heart that he would never be alone with this talkative man again in the future.

[Qizhen Pavilion] is located in a particularly unique geographical location, located in the middle of [Pengcheng] and [Yancheng].

It is not under the jurisdiction of any city and is located in a misty forest.

Without the guidance of the invitation, no one would be able to find it.

In just a moment, the two people had arrived at the entrance of the misty forest.

Looking at the many mountains in front of us, the fog is superimposed layer by layer, making it impossible to see the distant scenery.

At this time, Murong Fu suddenly felt a mysterious force moving rapidly in their direction.

His mind moved, and he felt that this power was somewhat familiar, and he couldn't help but have a faint guess.

The next moment, he and Zhuge Qingyun quietly hid aside and waited quietly.

I saw that the people coming were brothers Wang Yiyi and Wang Erzhang, heading straight into the depths of the misty forest.

Murong Fu cast his gaze on the two of them.

Through the black clothes, I saw that there was a strange pattern on their arms at some point.

It constantly exudes a black aura.

Although Zhuge Qingyun didn't understand Murong Fu's behavior, he still lowered his voice and asked: "What's wrong?"

Murong Fu was absent-minded for a quarter of an hour, and then he looked worried: "It doesn't matter, let's go in too."

The two people input spiritual energy into the invitations in their hands, and an arrow glowing purple appeared in front of their eyes.

Murong Fu and Zhuge Qingyun looked at each other, followed the arrow's guidance, and stepped into the misty forest step by step.

"Fulang, we are coming!" Miaoyi Nu Bodhisattva and Fang Zisheng were traveling very fast, and they finally met up with Murong Fu and the others.

As it went deeper, the mist began to gradually dissipate, and the surrounding scenery came into view instantly.

Several people couldn't help but exclaim: "I'll go, it's indeed the [Qizhen Pavilion], it really deserves its reputation."

"Even the guiding lights on both sides of the road are actually the finest East China Sea night pearls."

"I have a hunch that today's auction will be particularly exciting."

"..."

Several people were talking about it and didn't notice at all that there were two pairs of eyes behind them, staring at them.

One of them wore a black veil and clapped his fingers: "Murong Fu, you and I are at odds with each other!"