Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

"good!"

Zhao Huan, Emperor Qinzong of the Song Dynasty, stood up and shouted loudly. He didn't understand what a great master was.

But he knew that Murong Fu had won!

The face of the Song Dynasty was saved. He, the emperor, was wise and mighty!

The elite soldiers from before let out a truly ear-splitting roar, as if they had been waiting for this moment for hundreds of years.

"General Murong, show our country's prestige!"

"General Murong, show our country's prestige!"

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The martial arts people in the Song Dynasty also expressed their sincere admiration.

"Nan Murong is really powerful, I'm afraid there will be no rival in the same class."

"Is the Song Dynasty about to rise?"

"Haha, I'm afraid the southern martial arts community will be superior to others this time!"

…

In the field, only Yuan Ren's side became silent.

Zhao Min's expression was extremely ugly. She couldn't understand why Jin Lun Dharma King lost!

"The stars are shifting! It's the stars are shifting!" Luzhangke said in a deep voice.

"That's right, senior brother is right. Murong Fu is so ruthless that he actually risked his life!" Hebi Weng agreed from the side.

Zhao Min was puzzled and asked: "Please ask the two teachers to explain it more clearly."

Luzhangke thought for a moment, sorted out his thoughts, and said slowly:

"Murong Fu used Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu to compete with the national master from the very beginning."

"When it comes to weapon consumption later, no matter how dangerous it is, Murong's Dou Chuan Xing Shi Shi has never been used."

"The purpose is to make us instinctively think that the changes in time are of no use to the Grand Master."

Hebi Weng nodded and continued:

"Then he deliberately created a desperate situation and asked the national master to use his full strength."

"He is risking his life and fortune to fight back!"

"It can be said that he was there from beginning to end, planning the final blow!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard Luzhangke and Hebiweng's analysis.

ruthless!

Too cruel!

Risking your life on a game you shouldn't win.

"In fact, with Murong Fu's strength, even if he cannot defeat Jin Lun Dharma King, he will not die."

"I can only say that this kid is too extreme. He would rather die than lose!" Ling Luoshi, who was sitting beside him, couldn't help but say.

"Reward, give me a big reward!" Zhao Huan ordered.

A eunuch had already prepared an imperial edict.

He slowly opened his mouth and read: "Murong Jiedushi, who won a great victory in the martial arts competition with the two countries, has specially appointed King Yan to command Pingjiang Mansion. I appreciate this!"

Although the purpose is short, its meaning is profound.

Murong Fu wiped the blood on the corners of his mouth, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"Cousin, how are you? Can you still move?" Wang Yuyan quickly ran to Murong Fu's side and asked with concern.

"Haha, the meridians are all torn, and the five internal organs have also been injured to varying degrees."

"I'm afraid, if I don't rest for three to five years, it will be difficult to recover." Murong Fu said weakly.

At this time, Zhao Fujin also rushed over with the imperial doctor and ordered: "Quickly, take the pulse of King Yan and see how he is doing?"

A royal doctor with white hair stretched out his hand to take a pulse. After a while, his face froze and he looked at Murong Fu in shock.

Zhao Fujin immediately realized something was wrong and asked, "What's wrong? If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Go back...back to the princess, he, he's probably going to die!" The imperial doctor was so frightened that he quickly knelt on the ground.

"What's going on?" Zhao Fujin asked confused.

"Prince Yan, his meridians are all severed, and all his internal organs will soon be dead!" the imperial doctor said, kneeling on the ground.

Bao BuTong was so angry that he didn't care how old the other party was. He just kicked him and cursed angrily:

"You bastard, how dare you curse my young master?"

The old imperial doctor endured the pain and quickly added:

"What I said is true. King Yan has all his bones broken."

"If you move even a little bit, there's a good chance you won't be able to stand up again."

Everyone was shocked when they heard what the imperial doctor said. What should they do?

"Cousin..." Wang Yuyan looked at Murong Fu worriedly.

At this time, Su Ying came up and said, "It's okay, prepare a stretcher and carry him back first."

"Yes, yes, carry it back first and then talk!" the imperial doctor agreed.

The doctors at the Royal Hospital hurriedly brought a stretcher and carefully supported Murong Fu.

The imperial doctor asked with a grimace: "Princess, where will you send King Yan?"

Zhao Fujin glared at him and said, "Do you even need to ask? It will naturally be sent to my palace."

The imperial doctor nodded and quickly ordered his subordinates to walk towards Zhao Fujin's mansion.

"Wait a minute!" At this moment, Princess Roujia also came over and stopped a few people.

"Huh? Roujia, what time has it been? Please stop making trouble!" Zhao Fujin said in a deep voice.

"Huh, I'm not making trouble. Murong Fu is the consort given to me by my father. Why should he come to your palace?" Princess Roujia said.

"It's your house, don't forget, you didn't agree with it at the beginning." Zhao Fujin replied unceremoniously.

Watching the two princesses quarrel, Wang Yuyan said proudly: "Cousin, it seems that two more women are obsessed with you."

"Hmph, this bad man is always looking for women. I really don't know how you can stand him." Su Ying said angrily.

"Haha, Murong's family is very small, so my cousin should work harder." Wang Yuyan said seriously.

Murong Fu didn't know why, but he felt like he was becoming a breeding pig in the mouth of his beloved wife.

Close your eyes and silently start to operate the Nine-Zhao Shenlong Kung to restore the injuries in your body.

This time, it is really dangerous!

If it hadn't been for the passing of time, he would have reached a state of perfection.

I'm afraid it will be difficult to bounce back Jinlun Dharma King's internal energy, and it is even more fortunate that the other party is not familiar with the use of general trends.

These two points are indispensable. A little, a little is only half wrong.

The one who dies today is himself.

Thinking of this, a feeling of sleepiness came over him, Murong Fu slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"Huh, lucky guy, he didn't die, but it doesn't matter, Song Guo is happy now."

"In a few years, when Murong Fu's bestiality becomes apparent, the entire Song Dynasty will face a huge disaster."

Zhao Min looked at Murong Fu coldly as he was being carried away, not to mention how much he hated him in his heart.

Every time she thought of the place in Jianguo Temple and the pride on her chest, she couldn't help but feel pain.

"Princess, we have dug out the imperial master." Zhao Min's subordinates said respectfully.

"Oh? How is the imperial master?" Zhao Min was very curious about how powerful Murong's transformation was.

"The meridians in the Imperial Master's body are all severed and the five internal organs are damaged. I'm afraid he won't be able to take action in a short time." The subordinate replied truthfully.

"Very good, as long as you don't die. Even if the Imperial Master has no martial arts skills, he can still help the Emperor with his wisdom alone." Zhao Min breathed a sigh of relief.

Jin Lun Dharma King also has a large number of followers. If he died in the Song Dynasty, it would definitely cause domestic turmoil.

"Princess, shall we go back now?" Luzhangke asked as he approached Zhao Min.

"Well, go back. Murong Fu got an advantage this time." Zhao Min said disdainfully.

After Zhao Min and others returned to the embassy, ​​they saw a handsome man who smiled at her:

"Minmin, you are finally back!"