Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

"Who is it?" Murong Fu lowered his head and glanced at Xiao Longnu, thinking to himself that the [Tomb Sect] has been quite lively recently.

Xiao Longnu shook her head: "I don't know."

"Except for senior sister, most people can't enter Zhongnan Mountain at all, let alone find the location of the ancient tomb."

"Haha, let's go and have a look." Murong Fu let go of the beauty in his arms and smiled.

"Let me go! Let me go!" At this time, Yang Guo was being lifted up by a man in white, his clothes around his neck.

When Hong Lingbo saw his little lover was caught, he punched him out.

But he was stopped by the people next to the man in white.

"Boy, tell me who is in here, and I will let you down." The man in white asked.

"There is your father, your mother, and your grandfather." Yang Guo was born with a wild temper.

Even after staying in Quanzhen Sect for more than a year, I still don’t know how to accept weakness.

"You bastard! You should take advantage of me!" The man in white was furious. He lifted Yang Guo over his head and tried to throw him to death.

"Let him go. If you hurt him even a hair, I guarantee that none of you will be able to leave alive."

Murong Fu took Xiao Longnu and slowly walked out of the ancient tomb.

Just in time, he saw a group of men in white trying to hurt his precious apprentice.

"Master, save me!" Seeing Murong Fu appear, Yang Guo became even more unafraid of the visitor.

Point your little foot towards that person's door and just kick it.

"bump!"

The man in white reacted quickly and blocked Yang Guo's sneak attack in an instant.

"Damn it!" When his mind became hot, he was about to throw Yang Guo to death.

But was stopped by another voice:

"Wait, Lang Liang put him down."

The man in white named Lang Liang changed his expression, suppressed his anger, and put Yang Guo down.

However, he still said unconvinced: "Senior Brother Zhou, he..."

Senior Brother Zhou ignored him, but looked at Murong Fu and said politely:

"Your Excellency, are you the famous King Murong Fu of Yan?"

Murong Fu looked at Senior Brother Zhou with curiosity and said:

"You know me."

"Haha, King Yan's name is as loud as thunder, how can Zhou Bing not recognize him!" Zhou Bing said politely.

"Zhou Bing?" Murong Fu looked at Xiao Longnu doubtfully, and then at the other party's group of dozens of people.

Obviously it shouldn't be a small organization.

"It's normal that King Yan has never heard of me."

"After all, we [Wuya Sect] don't get involved easily." Zhou Bing said calmly.

"[Wuya Sect]?" Murong Fu was even more confused.

What is this all about?

Where did this sect come from?

Is it possible that like the [Destiny Sect], it comes from the [Daru Realm]?

"That's right, the founder of our sect is named Ancient Sage Wuya. It's normal that you haven't heard of him."

Zhou Bing looked a little proud, as if this Wuya Ancient Sage was a very remarkable figure.

Wuya Ancient Saint?

This name Murong Fu felt a little bit familiar.

As if he was indeed a great person, he asked:

"How long has your sect been inherited?"

"Probably, before the pre-Qin period."

"My ancestor, he had the honor to teach Yue Nu some sword skills back in the day." Zhou Bing said with a smile.

Hearing this, even Murong Fu, who had always been calm, showed surprise.

Who is the Yue girl!

One of the most famous sword cultivators in the world.

One man alone can defeat three thousand Yue armor.

At that time, Viet Jia was definitely not the soldier he is today.

But the legendary Taoist soldiers.

The power is strong enough to compare with an army of 100,000 people in his hand.

How terrible is it to be able to point out the existence of Yue women?

Thinking of this, he asked seriously: "What is the purpose of your coming here?"

"Back to King Yan, our purpose is very simple. We just want to meet Senior Lin Chaoying." Zhou Bing said politely.

"You are late. Grandma Grandma has passed away for many years and I can no longer see her." Xiao Longnu said calmly.

Lang Liang didn't believe it: "It's impossible, according to our information."

"She is only ninety years old at most."

Xiao Longnu replied truthfully: "Grandma-in-law died of heartbreak at the age of thirty-five."

Lang Liang and Zhou Bing looked at each other and said, "I don't believe it unless you take out her body and let us see it."

Xiao Longnu's face turned cold and she said warmly:

"If you're dead, you're dead. Why should I let you see it?"

Zhou Bing glanced at Murong Fu and said with a smile:

"Girl, we come here with sincerity."

"I just want to see if Master Ling is really dead."

"Please forgive me if I offended you."

Xiao Longnu was too lazy to talk to him:

"I can't forgive you. If you don't leave, I'll blame you for being rude."

Lang Liang said disdainfully: "You're welcome! It's really interesting. Then let me see the strength of your sect."

Xiao Longnu let out a cold "hum" and slapped Lang Liang who was speaking.

"Humph, little girl, you're quite powerful!" Lang Liang gave him a backhand without any politeness.

Murong Fu didn't take it seriously at first. With Xiao Longnu's strength, it shouldn't be difficult to deal with this person.

Unexpectedly, after fighting for a few moves, Lang Liang actually had a streak of gray-yellow spiritual power on his hand.

Although the spiritual power is weak, it gives people a dangerous feeling.

Murong Fu understood that he had underestimated the Wuya Sect.

The other party might also have pre-Qin cultivation methods.

His face suddenly turned cold, and his body suddenly came out.

Just as he was leaving.

Zhou Bing, who had been standing nearby to watch the excitement, laughed loudly:

"The two of them were fighting happily, and King Yan suddenly took action. I'm afraid it was inappropriate."

As he spoke, a streak of gray-yellow spiritual power, thicker than Lang Liang's, appeared on his palm and struck Murong Fu.

"Get out!" When Murong Fu saw that Zhou Bing was not looking at him, he raised his hand and twitched.

The last one arrived first and hit Zhou Bing hard on the face.

With a crisp "pop" sound, it flew out and landed heavily on the ground, spurting out a mouthful of old blood.

The next moment, the palm turned into a claw and clasped on Lang Liang's wrist.

Give it a firm squeeze.

Lang Liang felt a sharp pain in his head.

Immediately, there was another sound of bone cracking.

Before he could even react, Murong Fu stepped on him.

The [Wuya Ancient Sacred Technique] that he was so proud of was cracked by Murong Fu.

"Murong Fu, let go of my junior brother!" Zhou Bing said angrily.

Murong Fu smiled "haha":

"No wonder you dare to be so arrogant. It turns out that you have cultivated a bit of spiritual power."

"I think your skills should be pretty good."

"You..." Zhou Bing was shocked and said, "How do you know spiritual power?"

"Haha, you don't have to worry about how I know spiritual power, you just need to know."

"She is my king's woman. If anyone wants to harm her, I will make him live worse than death."

Murong Fu stood in front of Xiao Longnu and said domineeringly.

Everyone present was shocked.

"The momentum is so strong, it seems to have surpassed the master."

Lang Liang, who was stepped on by Murong Fu, felt the most profoundly.

In an instant, he was classified as the top ten people who should not be provoked.

"Murong Fu, don't rely on your martial arts skills to do whatever you want."

"To be honest, our senior brother is nearby."

"If he takes action, you will definitely die!"

Murong Fu sneered and said, "Haha, no one has threatened me for a long time."

"Today, I will let you know the consequences of threatening me!"

"What is it!"