Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Murong Fu did not expect that he would come on stage so quickly and explain to the two women.

Then he walked onto the competition stage, looked at the woman in red in front of him and said:

"Please give me more advice, Murong Fu."

Teng Jingqing replied calmly: "I, Teng Jingqing, please enlighten me!"

The next moment, a red light suddenly appeared, and a flash of inspiration appeared, and a red figure appeared.

Although his face was blurry, his figure was very similar to Teng Jingqing's. He punched Murong Fu in the chest and hit him hard.

"this……"

Zhuge Qingyun and others took a breath of cold air. Teng Jingqing actually gave birth to a clone, and even the moves were exactly the same.

Murong Fu was startled and took half a step back, a hint of smile flashing in his eyes. ..

At this moment, he turned around, and a golden shield appeared in front of him, blocking Teng Jingqing's attack.

Bang!

The phantom hit it without flinching, and Murong Fu was immediately knocked back half a meter, even with his shield on.

Zhao Xian and others looked like they were watching the excitement, just waiting for Murong Fu to make a fool of himself.

"This guy really has something," Lu Yao murmured with a strange color flashing in her eyes.

Murong Fu slowly stabilized his figure, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Haha, let's see what's going on!"

After saying that, he clenched his hands into fists and flashed to Teng Jingqing's side.

He punched her in the chest with one punch, and used his other hand to claw at her weak spot.

Teng Jingqing thought that she was sure of victory, but she really didn't expect that Murong Fu would suddenly attack.

He was slightly stunned by such a sudden blow.

Immediately, a trace of contempt flashed in her eyes, and she raised her hand, and a red light blocked Murong Fu's attack: "Just you?"

Murong Fu's eyes flashed, and he spun half a circle in the air, then turned his fists into palms and broke through the red light.

"Bang!"

In the shocked eyes of everyone, Murong Fusheng broke through the red curtain created by Teng Jingqing, and went straight towards her with his palms.

Teng Jingqing didn't expect this, her heart trembled, she turned over to avoid the blow, staggered a few steps before she could stand firm.

Murong Fu took advantage of the victory and pursued the attack. He lightly dodged his upper body, flew up, turned around and punched her again.

"Yeah!" With a muffled grunt, Teng Jingqing's figure stiffened and she was struck by this blow.

"Well done to you!" Teng Jingqing suffered a series of losses and became a little angry.

The next moment, she gently opened her hands, and saw three-color fireballs spinning continuously on her palms.

"Crack!" Suddenly, like a baby bird emerging from its shell, a crackling sound reached his ears, and the egg-sized flame shattered.

A several-foot-long phantom body of Qingluan soared into the sky. Although it was small, its shape was like a phoenix singing in the sky, and its clear chirping echoed continuously.

"This..." Fang Qian was shocked and couldn't help but sweat in her heart for Murong Fu.

However, Murong Fu looked nonchalant, with his arms folded and his eyes smiling, without any change on his face.

The phantom Qingluan flapped its huge wings, its sharp beak was like an arrow from the string, and charged angrily towards the indifferent Murong Fu not far away.

The surrounding air vibrated subtly due to the flapping of its wings...

A ripple like a hurricane, with Qingluan as the center, spreads out in all directions.

Murong Fu took his time and took out the secret stick and pointed it directly at it.

"Bang..." The Tianji stick seemed to be alive in his hand, dancing like a tiger and a tiger.

The stick slammed into Qingluan's sharp beak, denting a large piece of it.

Another stick hit its wings, causing a trail of blood.

Another blow hit it on the head, forcing it back.

"Ouch!" Qingluan was in pain and retreated in embarrassment, his wings mixed with flames, flapping continuously.

Immediately, he looked up to the sky and roared again, and once again leaned down and rushed down, bringing with him a terrifying air current.

Murong Fu smiled coldly in his heart, pushed with his palms, and a majestic air flow rushed towards Qingluan, swallowing up the air flow in an instant.

The green luan's wings are covered with fiery red feathers, but these feathers shine with a cold and dazzling luster in the sun.

However, these feathers seemed beautiful and weak, but Murong Fu knew in his heart that these feathers were also the sharpest and hardest weapons.

At this moment, the two wings were like two sharp sickles, attacking in Murong Fu's direction.

The offensive was like a violent storm, as if it would engulf him in the next moment.

Murong Fu stood up and held the Tianji Rod in front of him. His expression changed and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Then, he found the right moment and struck hard at Qingluan's attacking wings.

"Chirp!" Qingluan was in pain and spun around to avoid another attack from Murong Fu.

The Qingluan flapped its wings, its red eyes seemed to bleed, and stared at Murong Fu in the air.

The look in its eyes at this time changed from the previous arrogance and disdain to a trace of fear and panic.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Teng Jingqing quickly stretched out her index finger and drew a few lines in front of her body.

For a moment, the spiritual light was dazzling, and the Qingluan phantom body retracted its wings and turned into a fireball again, flying into Teng Jingqing's hands.

"What? Are you going to run away if you can't beat him?" Murong Fu smiled evilly and cast a provocative look at the other side.

Teng Jing stared at him with green eyes, stretched out her hand, and a purple sword appeared in her hand.

With a sweet shout, she poured spiritual power into it continuously, and white hurricanes rose out of the sky.

Just when Teng Jingqing's sword blade was less than one meter away from Murong Fu, she heard the words coming from Murong Fu's mouth:

"Haha, you really overestimate your capabilities!"

After saying that, Murong Fu, who was right in front of her, suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Teng Jingqing slashed the air with her sword and stood there stunned for a long time, feeling panicked in her heart.

Murong Fu was like a ghost. He suddenly appeared behind her without knowing when, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, with a bit of a smile.

He raised his hand casually, and the sword energy poured out, pointing directly in the direction of Teng Jingqing.

The power of the innate body-breaking sword energy exploded, and the sword energy swept across, sharp and pressing, as if it was about to cut through the air.

Teng Jingqing was shocked and quickly dodged.

However, the difference in strength still made Teng Jingqing dodge a little embarrassed.

Murong Fu also put away his playful expression and pursued the victory, his sword energy changing rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them passed dozens of rounds, and Teng Jingqing slowly began to be overwhelmed and gradually fell behind.

Murong Fu caught a flaw in her position and turned around to strike.

"Bang!" The Xiantian Body-Breaking Sword Qi was a little more powerful than before, and it hit Teng Jingqing's chest hard.

Teng Jingqing was beaten back by the sword energy, and she retreated for more than ten meters before barely regaining her balance.

A trace of blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he looked particularly embarrassed.