Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

"Choose one, become an enemy of Mingyue and kill Mingyue. If you succeed, you will be rewarded with ten magic medicine prescriptions. Option two, win Mingyue under your command and let Mingyue be your first woman in the world of wind and cloud. If you succeed, you will be rewarded with Pixiu Dragon Yuan."

The system's voice sounded coldly, as emotionless as a machine.

Murong Fu was sitting at his desk. His expression looked very surprised when he heard the news. His eyes widened instantly, and the brush in his hand dropped a few drops of ink because of the shock.

But soon, his face calmed down, revealing a look of calculation and weighing.

Pixiu controls the world's wealth, which is of great significance to his long-term plan.

Although the prescription is precious, it is difficult to compare.

"Choice two."

Murong Fu's voice was firm and decisive, and he made decisions without hesitation.

The sound of the system disappeared immediately, and the room returned to silence.

But at this moment, Murong Fu's brows suddenly frowned slightly.

He was keenly aware that there seemed to be a strange aura outside, which was a murderous aura that he was all too familiar with.

He quietly stood up, walked to the window, and looked out through the gap in the curtains.

The moonlight on the street looked pale, but several figures could be seen approaching quietly.

Duanlang was also shocked, his intuition told him that there was a crisis.

"No!" He shouted and ran quickly to the door of Murong Fu's room. He held the hilt of the sword with one hand, his body tensed, and his eyes were like an eagle.

Murong Fu was still sitting at the desk, the tea cup in his hand was shaking gently, exuding a faint fragrance of tea.

There was no trace of panic on his face, but a look of contemplation, as if he was considering how to complete the mysterious option two.

At this moment, the door was pushed open violently, and three killers in black lined up and barged in.

Their eyes were cold, their movements were quick, and the murderous aura exuding from their bodies was even more chilling.

Duan Lang pounced forward without hesitation, sword light flashing.

He clashed with the first killer, swords clashing, sparks flying.

The killer's martial arts skills were also impressive, and for a moment he was on par with Duan Lang.

But then, a second killer also joined the battle group, putting Duan Lang in trouble.

He was forced to retreat continuously, but his swordsmanship was still superb, and every move was impeccable.

His eyes were firm, and every time he swung his sword, he revealed a determined momentum.

Murong Fu was still sitting in his original position, but the tea cup in his hand did not shake at all, as if the fight in the room had nothing to do with him.

The third killer also squeezed in, and they began to use the human sea tactic to surround Duanlang in the middle, trying to find his flaws with every move.

Although Duanlang was in trouble, he still struggled to resist. His swordsmanship became more and more flexible. Sometimes he defended, sometimes he attacked. Every move was inextricably linked with the killers.

The fight intensified, and Duan Lang was forced to retreat step by step, reaching the corner.

Sweat broke out on his forehead, but his eyes remained firm.

At this time, the fourth killer also joined the battle.

Four against one, the situation becomes increasingly dangerous.

Murong Fu finally stood up and put down the tea cup, with a sharp light in his eyes.

"enough."..

His voice sounded coldly.

The four killers suddenly stopped, seemingly intimidated by Murong Fu's momentum.

At this moment, Duan Lang was exhausted, and the four killers' human sea tactics were gradually showing their effects.

Although Duanlang's swordsmanship was still sharp, the physical exertion made him gradually lose his previous sharpness.

He was forced into a corner, pale and panting.

At this time, Murong Fu finally took action.

His figure moved and floated to the center of the battle like a ghost.

The long sword in his hand drew a perfect arc in the air. The sword's light shone and seemed to blend into the surrounding air.

The four killers were frightened by his momentum and were repelled almost instantly.

Murong Fu's swordsmanship was agile and elegant, and every move was extremely precise.

After a few rounds, the two killers died under the sword, and the other two fled the room in panic.

Murong Fu sheathed his sword, turned and walked towards the door, with no trace of emotion on his face.

His eyes were firm, as if he already had a plan in mind.

"Master, do you want to catch up?" Duan Lang stood with his sword in hand. Although he was out of breath, he still asked loyally.

"Don't chase after poor bandits, young master."

He added another sentence, his tone revealing concern and respect for Murong Fu.

Murong Fu turned around and looked at Duan Lang with deep eyes, "I'm not chasing the killer, Duan Lang, don't worry, I have my own sense of proportion."

His voice was calm and confident, and every word revealed a calm temperament.

He seemed to have seen through all this a long time ago and had a bargaining chip in his heart.

Hearing this, Duan Lang nodded slightly.

He knew Murong Fu's resourcefulness and courage, as well as his power.

Murong Fu turned around and left the room with firm steps and a lonely figure behind him.

His purpose is not just to chase the escaped killer, but also a deeper plan is brewing.

The door slowly closed behind him, leaving Duan Lang standing alone in the room, looking at the direction of the door with complicated eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe in his heart.

There was silence on the streets late at night.

The moonlight shines like water on the bluestone pavement, reflecting a hazy loneliness.

Murong Fu walked alone on this quiet street, closing his eyes and meditating as he walked forward.

A virtual interface emerged in his mind, and he made a mental request to the system.

"System, give me some help."

"Tell me where Mingyue is now."

"Ming Yue is now located in the Ming Family of Wushuang City."

The sound of the system sounded cleanly in his ears.

After Murong Fu heard the answer, he didn't stay for a moment. His body shook, and he moved his Qinggong, and his whole body floated away like a gust of wind.

Under the moonlight, the scenery of Wushuang City still remains, and the ancient city walls seem to tell the vicissitudes of history.

Within this ancient city wall, there is a mansion called the Ming family.

The two huge wooden doors in front of the Ming family were closed tightly. Several servants stood on both sides of the door, holding spears and patrolling the surroundings with vigilant eyes.

Murong Fu stood in front of the bright red door of the Ming family, took a deep breath, and slowly knocked on the door knocker three times.

The sound of the door knocker echoed in the silent night, appearing particularly clear.

Heavy footsteps came from behind the door. A guard walked to the door and asked coldly through the crack of the door: "Who dares to come to my Ming's house late at night and knock on the door?"

Murong Fu's voice came out calmly and confidently: "Your Majesty, Murong Fu, has come specifically to see Mingyue, the eldest daughter of the Ming family, to discuss some important matters."

When the guard heard this, his face was filled with doubts. He had never heard of the name Murong Fu.

He glanced at Murong Fu outside the door and saw his elegant demeanor, but was unable to confirm his identity, so he turned around and reported to his master.