Martial Arts, Marry Wang Yuyan at the Beginning

After King Jinlun left, two stunning women appeared on the edge of the cliff.

One is the concubine Xuan, who is reappearing like Luoshen, and the other is the beautiful and **** Xiu.

"It seems that this young master Murong died cleanly." She said jokingly.

The concubine Xuan blamed herself very much: "If I don't get angry and leave, maybe I and Murong Gongzi's martial arts can resist King Jinlun."

"Haha, it's really funny, how can the strength of the master be equalized by relying on a lot of people?"

Yan Yan shook his head with a look of disdain. What he disliked the most was Shi Fei Xuan, who looked indecisive.

Concubine Shixuan didn't want to waste her words with Huan Huan, she shook her head and said, "Young Master Murong is dead, you have already completed your mission, why don't you leave?"

"Hmph, he's dead, isn't your mission also completed? Then why don't you leave?" She asked rhetorically.

Shi Fei Xuan did not hide it, and said bluntly: "Mr. Murong saved me, even if I die, I will go to the bottom of the cliff to find his body and bring it back to Yanziwu."

"Huh? Exactly, I have a lot of time to accompany you to find it." She said with a smile.

"Do it yourself."

Concubine Shi knew very well the character of 婠婠, even if she was not allowed to go, she would not leave.

"Hmph, boring."

Yan Yan sneered, followed behind Shi Fei Xuan, and walked towards the bottom of the cliff.

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At the bottom of the nameless cliff, Murong Fu, who was in free fall just now.

There was still a miserable wailing in his mouth.

Fortunately, under this cliff, there are dense vines that entangle him.

Only then did he save his old life with seven broken ribs.

"Fairy tales are all lies, so why don't I have the aura of the protagonist?"

Murong Fu endured the pain and cursed, he was hanging head down and feet up like this, and he would die sooner or later.

The point was that he was hungry and couldn't move.

In desperation, he could only run the Illumination Sutra and slowly repair himself.

"By the way, there are still quest rewards that are useless before, let's add them to the Illumination."

With the experience, this peerless internal strength has also reached the realm of perfection.

The infuriating energy in the body runs extremely fast, and the self-healing ability is even more rapid.

Everywhere is like a panacea, applied to the wound, very comfortable.

In addition to a few broken bones, his internal organs were also destroyed by the shock force that fell from high altitude.

Fortunately, he has two kinds of magical body protection. If he is replaced by ordinary people and falls from above, even if he doesn't fall to death, he will be entangled by green ivy alive.

"King Jinlun, please wait for the young master. Sooner or later, I will hang you upside down on the city wall to avenge today's revenge!"

Murong Fu was burning with anger, wishing he could slash the Golden Wheel Dharma King with a thousand swords now.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and a burst of laughter came from my ears.

"Haha, it's funny, it's funny, there is another person who fell from it and didn't die. It's really fun!"

A huge stone ball rolled over from a distance.

Above it was a large bald head with a full beard.

He came to Murong Fu, face to face, carefully, looking at Murong Fu up and down.

Then, he laughed again and said:

"Haha, the kid looks good, with the demeanor of Laozi back then."

When Murong Fu saw this strange old man, his mind quickly recalled.

Immediately thought of this person's identity.

Is it the fire foreman who dared to fight against Zhang Sanfeng among the demon sect masters?

This guy seems to have a full version of the Nine Suns scripture.

"Senior, can you let me down first?"

"Haha, are you blind? How can I let you down without a hand?"

The fireworker head Tuo cursed, and his body exuded a pure yang energy, and the rattan tied to his body was like a sharp blade, which instantly cut off the green vine on Murong Fu's body.

Unexpectedly, Murong Fu slammed into the ground and grinned in pain.

"Well, the body is good and strong." The fire foreman nodded with satisfaction.

Murong Fu's ribs were broken and he was unable to move, so he could only lie down and shout, "Thank you for your life-saving grace, Murong Fu, he will surely repay him someday."

"Bah, the old monk has no desires or desires, what do you need in return?" Fireworker Tuo said with disdain.

Murong Fu glanced at the half-crippled fire foreman, and said, "I can heal the wounds on the senior's body."

"Oh? Do you mean to use the black jade ointment intermittently?" The fire foreman Tuo ga ga ga ga ga ga gao said.

Murong Fu was not surprised.

After all, the King Kong Gate, which produces the black jade intermittent paste, was created by this old monk.

What the other party said was natural and normal.

"Senior is awesome."

The fire foreman said coldly: "Huh, it's useless, the old man's bones have long been shattered, and even if there is intermittent black jade paste, it can't be completely cured."

"Then what wishes does the senior have and need the help of the junior?" Murong Fu asked.

The fire foreman thought for a moment and asked, "How is the Shaolin Temple now?"

"Yes, and Wudang is the leader of the arena." Murong Fu said truthfully.

The fire engineer shook his head: "If it wasn't for me, how could Wudang exist in Jianghu?"

"However, that Zhang Sanfeng is indeed a prodigy in martial arts, and he can defeat me just by relying on the broken Jiuyang scripture."

Murong Fu was taken aback, the script was wrong.

Shouldn't the old monk hate Zhang Sanfeng to death, forcing himself to scold him madly?

Why do you still feel a little sympathetic?

He asked tentatively, "Senior, are you going to seek revenge on Zhang Sanfeng?"

The fire foreman glanced at Murong Fu, shook his head and said, "I have been here for 23 years, and I have been with birds, animals, flowers and plants every day.

"Senior is righteous, when is the time for retribution, and Wudang faction Zhang Zhenren is unparalleled in benevolence and righteousness, and has a little fame in the arena."

Murong Fu didn't want to provoke Wudang. He would leave when he was healthy. He didn't care if he could learn the Jiuyang scriptures.

The young master has no shortage of skills.

What is missing?

It's time!

ten years!

As long as ten years, it is not a dream to kill King Jinlun!

The fire foreman looked at Murong Fu indifferently, and suddenly changed the topic: "Boy, do you want to be invincible in the world and become a martial arts master that everyone admires?"

Murong Fu sneered in his heart, the old monk really had something to ask of him, 80% of the time it was just a play.

"To be honest, the younger generation is now a martial arts master who is admired by everyone, and is given the nickname Nan Murong, which means that I have the final say in the south."

"Ok?"

Fire foreman Tuo paused, and was almost choked to death by Murong Fu's words.

He had lived almost a hundred years and had never seen such a brazen person.

"Hmph, how old are you, how can you have such a reputation?"

Murong Fu said indifferently: "If the senior doesn't believe it, the junior will rescue you from here, you can inquire about it."

Seeing that Murong Fu was so confident, the fire engineer Tuo asked in confusion, "Are you really that powerful?"

Murong Fu was very confident: "The junior said bluntly, I am invincible within the same age."

When the fire engineer heard this, his eyes lit up, and he smiled and said, "Boy, are you willing to worship me as your teacher?"