Martial Arts: I Am In The Comprehensive Martial Arts To Hung Up

The lights are on.

The butler of Murong Villa sang the gift list at the entrance of the hall, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Yun Feiyang, who was tired of dealing with the ridicule of Zhang Jing's cousins-in-law, finally let out a sigh of relief.

"The Shaolin Temple presides over Master Kong Wen, and presents three Shaolin Small Returning Pills... I wish Murong Zhuang a prosperous sun and moon, and Songhe Changchun.

"The head of Song Yuanqiao of the Wudang faction gave three dragon blood pills and one blood ganoderma lucidum... I wish the owner of Murong Village a blessing like East Blue and a longevity of Nanshan Mountain."

"Jiangnan Jiang Farewell to Hejiang Heroes, and presented a lacquer birthday screen to three friends in the cold season, and three strings of East Blue pearls... I wish the owner of Murong Village, Song He, all the best in the spring. 99

"Uncle Qin Jian, the leader of the Guangdong-Guangzhou Alliance, gave one ginseng plant of five hundred years in Changbai Mountain and three snow lotus plants in Tianshan Mountain... I wish my father-in-law a long life and a long life."

The protagonist of the banquet, Murong Zhengde, the owner of Murong Villa's "117", had already sat on the main seat. Hearing the congratulations from Qin Jian, he couldn't help but say:

"My son-in-law, it's too polite to be so polite."

For the people in the martial arts, the treasures of heaven and earth can be met but not sought.

As for the ginseng on Changbai Mountain, after being screened over and over again by countless warriors, each plant is very precious, let alone five hundred years old.

Qin Jian got up and cupped his hands and said:

"Father-in-law is serious, this is just a little thought of the youngest son-in-law and Shanshan."

Seeing that his daughter and son-in-law respected him so much, Murong Zhengde laughed happily, but he still pretended to reprimand him verbally.

Although the gifts from the other seven sons-in-law were not as precious as Qin Jian, they were also rare treasures.

The filial piety of his daughter and son-in-law, coupled with the praise of the guests around him, made Murong Zhengde feel very relieved.

After looking around for a week, Murong Zhengde suddenly found an unfamiliar face on the table and couldn't help asking:

"Which son is this?"

Madam Murong next to him smiled Kaidō:

"This is Jingjing's friend, specially brought to you for your birthday."5

Murong Zhengde became interested as soon as he heard it, and said with a teasing:

"Since it was brought by Jingjing, the old man must get to know him well."

"I don't know what to call this gentleman? 35

Yun Feiyang stood up, bowed his hands to Murong Zhengde, and said:

"Flying under the clouds, I will meet the owner of Murong Village, and wish the owner of the village a blessing like East Blue, and a long life in Nanshan.""

"474747..."

Murong Zhengde laughed and applauded, saying:

"Yun Feiyang, good name.

"We will be a family from now on, don't be polite.

Hearing Murong Zhengde's words, Yun Feiyang looked at Zhang Jing subconsciously, and found that she did not refute, it was obviously tacit consent.

Seeing this, Yun Feiyang acted like a child again, picked up the wine glass and said to Murong Zhengde:

"In this way, Feiyang is more respectful than obedient."

At this time, the gift list also happened to sing Zhang Jing's position.

"Miss Zhang Jing and Young Master Yun Feiyang gave two jade ruyi handles and three blood bodhis, wishing my uncle good luck, good luck, wealth and good health.

"Blood Bodhi?"

When the gift list came out, the younger generation did not have much reaction.

Among the old and well-informed Jianghu seniors, there was an instant discussion.

The sudden noise made Murong Zhengde confused.

Kong Wen, the host of Shaolin Temple who was at the main table with Murong Zhengde, suddenly said:

"Master Murong, the poor monk has something to ask for, and I ask the master to answer."

Murong Zhengde temporarily put aside the doubts in his heart and said:

"Master Kongwen, but it doesn't matter.

Kong Wen was not polite, and said directly:

"The poor monk just heard that the congratulatory gift from Zhang Jing's female donor included three blood bodhis. I wonder if it can open the poor monk's eyes. 99

Song Yuanqiao next to him also agreed and said:

"Master Murong, I'm also very curious, want to see what this blood bodhi looks like?

The leaders of Shaolin and Wudang all wanted to see this so-called blood bodhi, but Murong Zhengde couldn't refuse it. At the same time, he also wanted to see what kind of magical blood bodhi that could arouse the biggest sect of the Ming Dynasty.

"Since the two chiefs have this interest, the old man naturally can't disappoint."

So he ordered the servants to bring the blood bodhi.

After a while, a servant came over holding a wooden box.

Zhang Jing looked up and saw that it was the wooden box that Yun Feiyang had just given her.

Murong Zhengde took the wooden box, looked at it secretly, and found that it was just an ordinary wooden box, then opened the box and saw three blood bodhis inside.

I have to say, just looking at the appearance, Blood Bodhi does look very bluffing.

Murong Zhengde glanced at it, and then handed the box to Kong Wen and Song Yuanqiao next to him.

From the eager expressions of Kong Wen and Song Yuanqiao when they took over the box, and the serious expression when looking at the blood bodhi now, Murong Zhengde guessed that the blood bodhi must be extremely precious.

Shaolin and Wudang are both sects with a long history and profound heritage, and they have recorded the classics of the rare fruit sect such as Blood Bodhi.

Kong Wen and Song Yuanqiao confirmed each other and confirmed that the three blood bodhis were all genuine.

Song Yuanqiao closed the box and said with emotion:

"Master Murong is very fortunate, not only is his daughter and son-in-law so filial, but even his niece is not so filial.

Kong Wen reluctantly pushed the box back to Murong Zhengde, and replied:

"It's a pole, it's a pole."

"Even if such a treasure as Blood Bodhi can be given as a gift, the poor monk is also very envious.

After confirming that Blood Bodhi was the real product, Murong Jiu couldn't wait to say to Zhang Jing:

"Jingmei, you guys actually have blood bodhi.

Murong Jiu, a Grandmaster of pharmacology, is naturally aware of the rare and precious fruit of blood bodhi, and understands its preciousness.

At this time, no matter how dull Zhang Jing is, she should know that Blood Bodhi is not as ordinary as Yun Feiyang said, so she asked Murong Jiu:

"Is blood bodhi very precious?"

"It is said that the blood bodhi is the extraordinary fruit born on the ground of the fire unicorn dripping blood. If there is a serious injury, it will be cured, and if there is no injury, it will increase the effect of the skill.

"Three blood bodhis are equivalent to three chances of escaping death. You say precious is not precious.""

Murong Jiu grabbed Zhang Jing's hand and said expectantly:

"Unfortunately, although the legend of Blood Bodhi has been circulating on Jiang 3.3 Lake, no one has achieved the fruit.

"Jingmei, do you still have Blood Bodhi? Can you give me one?"

Murong Jiu has been practicing 'fossil magic' for nearly ten years, but he has only reached the third rank.

If you can help with blood Bodhi, maybe you can get twice the result with half the effort.

Zhang Jing couldn't stand Murong Jiu's hot eyes, she secretly pulled out her hand and said:

"Blood Bodhi is a gift from Yun Feiyang, and I don't know if he still has it.

"Clouds flying?"

The people at the same table are all well-known martial arts masters in the arena, with sharp ears and eyes.

Naturally, they also heard Zhang Jing's words.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes focused on Yun Feiyang.

Let Yun Feiyang enjoy the much-anticipated treatment once again.