Murong Fu vertical and horizontal Douluo

"A blockage in soul power cultivation?" Ma Hongjun frowned slightly, and nodded after thinking for a moment: "It seems to be the case. In the two days after absorbing the soul ring, when I was practicing soul power, I always felt that the soul power was severely blocked. But according to Brother Murong

The method you taught, the movement of soul power... After about ten cycles, the blockage will disappear."

"Is that true?" Murong Fu sighed deeply.

"What's wrong, Brother Murong, why do you suddenly ask this?" Ma Hongjun looked puzzled.

It turned out that Shrek Academy was having a social gathering with its former neighbor, Soto Advanced Soul Master Academy, in the hotel. The leader of Soto Advanced Soul Master Academy and Flanders were old acquaintances, and the two sides had a good conversation.

Unexpectedly, Murong Fu came suddenly and called out Ma Hongjun, who was eating Haisai crazily. He also asked if there had been any sluggishness in cultivation in the past few months.

"It's okay, I thought of something." Murong Fu shook his head, the expression on his face was not very good. But he still patted Ma Hongjun on the shoulder: "Practice hard and don't get indulged in such sounds and lust. It's useless."

Ma Hongjun nodded: "I know Brother Murong, isn't this the relationship between Soto Advanced Soul Master Academy and Teacher Flender?"

Ma Hongjun respected Flanders very much. It was a kind of admiration like a teacher or a father. Murong Fu could understand. He nodded, thought about it and then said: "Don't mention the things I asked you today to others.

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Although Ma Hongjun didn't know the reason, he thought it was not an important matter and nodded in agreement.

Murong Fu did not go in to say hello to Shlaike and the others and left directly.

After leaving the hotel, Murong Fu's face became even more ugly. Zhu Zhuqing, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun all found it difficult to improve their soul power. It was only Ma Hongjun who broke through the shackles because he had the Fiery Garuda Mysterious Kung taught by him.

But Zhu Zhuqing and Oscar did not. The level of meditation in this world is very poor. Normally, with that level of meridian blockage, it may take months or even years.

The cause of this situation, as Murong Fu expected, should be the spiritual grass that the three of them ate together!

From Zhu Zhuqing, Murong Fu learned that Tang San gave complete spiritual herbs to Dai Mubai, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and the master. Except for the master's effect, which was unknown, Dai Mubai was approaching level 40, and the other two

Everyone seems to have been promoted to six to eight levels.

But Ma Hongjun, Zhu Zhuqing, and Oscar shared one plant, but each of them improved by seven or eight levels on average. You wouldn't think about this until you think about it, but once you think about it, something seems wrong.

It is very possible that the spiritual grass used by the three people squeezed their potential to a certain extent.

Of course, spiritual grass is spiritual grass after all, not some evil medicine. Even if the side effects of this kind of spiritual grass are relatively bad, it will only make it difficult for the soul master to improve his soul power in one or two years, and it will be difficult to get through it.

alright.

Judging from the speed at which the soul power of level 30 or 40 soul masters improves, it is not too fast to reach seven or eight levels in one or two years, but it is not too slow either.

What made Murong Fu a little concerned was that Tang San actually had the ability to change this situation. Although the Tang Sect's Xuantian Kung Fu was not considered a brilliant internal skill and mental method in Murong Fu's eyes, it could be used to deal with such a situation where the tendons and veins were temporarily blocked.

, it still had a good effect. But Tang San didn't help the three of them.

Of course, Murong Fu could still understand this.

After all, Xuantian Kung Fu is a Tang Sect Kung Fu. And judging from Tang San's mastery of Tang Sect skills, it should be a direct descendant of the Tang Sect. It is very normal for people to have sectarian opinions in the world.

Even Murong Fu had to be very pleasing to his eyes and the kung fu of other sects could be taught before he would be willing to teach it. Even if he was a professor, he would only teach it without explaining the reason, and even have some reservations.

He wouldn't mind teaching the family kung fu such as Dou Zhuan Xing Shift and Guang Gu Jing Xin's mind if his parents, elder brother, and younger sister had the right temperament, but it would be absolutely impossible for outsiders to do so.

Murong Fu laughed at himself, saying that the Murong family in Gusu had cheated and stole a lot of ancient books, so he could sell his father's land. Tang San didn't have such conditions and was reluctant to part with the Xuan Tian Gong. Although it made him feel a little uncomfortable, he didn't feel it.

Something is wrong.

Hey, speaking of skills...

Murong Fu hesitated for a moment, but finally got up and went to the front desk of the Concierge Room to ask the service staff to help find Dugu Yan.

After the Concierge Pavilion hosted more than 30 teams from the two major competition areas, all areas were closed and no one could enter without someone to guide them. Therefore, Murong Fu wanted to find someone, or he knew they were there and blocked them outside, as before.

Find Ma Hongjun. Or wait until they are in the concierge and ask the service staff for help.

When Dugu Yan came to the hall, her face was still slightly flushed, and her body smelled of alcohol. It seemed that she had drank a lot at lunch.

"Hey, little Murong, what do you want from your sister?" Dugu Yan came to Murong Fu's side and spit out the strong smell of alcohol from his mouth.

Due to the mutual friendship between various colleges, they became very familiar with each other. Dugu Yan also met Murong Tai. From then on, Murong Tai became Murong in her mouth, and Murong Fu became Little Murong.

Murong Fu saw that she seemed to be still a little drunk, so he smiled and shook his head: "Sober up, there is something important."

Dugu Yan raised her eyebrows slightly, but she still straightened her face slightly, her body shook slightly, and her soul power surged. White smoke suddenly appeared from the top of her head, and a strong aroma of wine emanated from her body.

It is very easy for a soul master to relieve his hangover. However, drinking is just for the feeling of being drunk, so no one is often willing to do this.

Seeing that Dugu Yan's eyesight had returned to clarity, Murong Fu took out a rolled piece of silk from his pocket and handed it to Dugu Yan.

"What are you doing? Give your sister a love letter? Hehe, little Murong, although you are good-looking, your sister has a boyfriend!" Dugu Yan laughed playfully, took the silk from Murong Fu, opened it, and suddenly

His expression changed and he quickly curled up: "This is..."

"Well, it's what you and Senior Dugu Bo want." Murong Fu didn't care about Dugu Yan's previous ridicule: "Don't practice blindly, let Senior study it and then lead you to practice. Can you find your grandfather?"

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"Well, the old man has come to Tiandou City, I can find him!" Dugu Yan suddenly looked happy.

"Well, that's good." Murong Fu nodded.

Murong Fu was somewhat hesitant about giving away the complete version of Thousand Spiders and Ten Thousand Poisonous Hands. But after much thought, he finally chose to form this good relationship.

The first time I went there with Teacher Yueguan, I didn’t know that it was Dugu Bo’s territory. Moreover, he didn’t plant the natural materials and earthly treasures, so he just picked them. Murong Fu didn’t have any psychological burden. The second time I went there, it was more or less.

The taste of taking things without asking. In the end, Dugu Bo helped save Jiang Mengru, and Murong Fu rescued his granddaughter. They also met Mr. Leng Da, and they barely owed anything to each other.

But the day before yesterday, Dugu Bo gave him three spiritual herbs, which was considered a favor anyway.

Murong Fu had a good impression of Dugu Bo's style and felt that he could make friends with him. Of course, the most important thing is that the power of thousands of spiders and poisonous hands is actually limited for real masters. Murong Fu estimated that the Soul Emperor has the most souls.

In the holy realm, the effect of this kung fu is only a little benefit from soul power cultivation.

"Hey," Dugu Yan suddenly said again at this time: "Are there any others? Is there anyone suitable for Tian Heng?"

"No." Murong Fu rolled his eyes and refused. Not to mention that although he admired Yu Tianheng, the relationship was far from that good. Even if it was good, behind Yu Tianheng was the Blue Lightning Overlord Sect. His family and the Blue Lightning Overlord Sect were not that good.

There are some disputes.

How cruel is Zhu Zhuqing?

Murong Fu didn't know it before, but now he knows. When the muscles and veins are blocked, it is actually very hard to move the heaven and earth. Ma Hongjun said that it took him three or four days to break through the blockage of the muscles and veins. This was before he

I have practiced Agni Garuda Xuan Gong for more than a year and am very familiar with it.!

Zhu Zhuqing's first training was definitely much more difficult than Ma Hongjun's. But just like that, Zhu Zhuqing spent an afternoon and an entire night, running the Great Zhoutian more than twenty times, and abruptly broke the shackles of the meridians.

This girl is so cruel!

Murong Fu sighed sincerely.

It's just that no matter how hard Zhu Zhuqing is, his progress after that has obviously slowed down. There is no way, unlike footwork and inner breath movement, the third stage is to integrate inner breath movement and footwork. This difficulty increase is not just one or two points.

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For three whole days, Zhu Zhuqing could barely touch the threshold.

There was no way, Murong Fu had two lifetimes of experience in the movement of inner energy, and he knew all the details of various Taoist footwork, directions, and movement of breath. His cultivation was also the destructive divine claw of Taoist Kung Fu. It would be useless to just focus on its shape.

question.

In contrast, Zhu Zhuqing could only fumble bit by bit. This practice lasted three days.

On the evening of the third day, which was also the sixth day of rest during the competition, when they returned to Wuhun City, they were unexpectedly stopped at the city gate.

The two people were stopped by three people, an old man and two young men. The old man was in his fifties, with blond hair and blue eyes, and a tall appearance. He was followed by two young men, both under thirty, and both of them had an extraordinary bearing.

At first glance, Murong Fu felt that the older man at the head seemed familiar. Then he found that beside him, Zhu Zhuqing, who was smiling a little less because of the progress in his practice today, suddenly turned extremely ugly.

"Zhu Zhuqing, you are so brave. Do you know the consequences of doing this?" The old man looked at the two of them calmly and spoke slowly, with a hint of indifference and suppressed anger in his tone.

"Know him?" Murong Fu looked at Zhu Zhuqing, who had a gloomy face next to him, and raised his eyebrows.

"I know you, Murong Fu, right?" The old man did not wait for Zhu Zhuqing to speak, but directly said to Murong Fu: "Whether you knew it before or not, I can tell you again now that Zhu Zhuqing is the descendant of our Xingluo clan.

A member of the Zhu family, and one of the contemporary bloodline competitors. Do you need me to explain to you what bloodline competition is?"

"Ah!" Murong Fu looked like he suddenly realized it. Just when the other party thought he had woken up, Murong Fu touched his palm and said: "I just said that you look familiar. It turns out you are the same as Dai Mubai and Davis.

It looks like it!"

"Discourteous!" a young man next to the old man yelled angrily, stepped forward and hit Murong Fu in the face with an earring. However, the next moment, he felt his body spinning, and then his head fell heavily on the ground.

On the ground.

Dealing with this kind of bastard in the blink of an eye is a waste of time.

Murong Fu shook his head mockingly, and then smiled apologetically at the old man: "I'm sorry, I'm not used to others not fighting back."

"Murong boy, are you trying to make an enemy of the Star Luo Empire?" The old man didn't even look at the young man who was groaning on the ground. He stared at Murong Fu with obvious anger on his face.

"Murong..." Zhu Zhuqing wanted to say something, but Murong Fu raised his hand to stop him.

"Ha, what a big crime!" Murong Fu smiled, but his eyes were fixed on the other person and said, "I only know that I don't like others bullying my friends."

"You are so arrogant!" Another young man next to him scolded him, but after taking a look at his companion who was still lying on the ground and groaning, he did not dare to do anything again.

"Not as good as the three of them, blocking people's way at the gate of Wuhun City..." Murong Fu chuckled, and glanced at the man who was struggling to get up: "And you dare to take action, the three of you are much crazier than me."

"Boy, do you know what your behavior represents?" The blond old man stared at Murong Fu fiercely. As he spoke, a domineering aura emanated from the old man and pressed towards Murong Fu.

"Don't show this little trick to others." Murong Fu laughed and remained unmoved by the old man's momentum.

However, although his face was calm and calm, Murong Fu was actually quite surprised. The old man's martial spirit and soul ring were not revealed, but at the first glance, Murong Fu's soul power leaked from the opponent's body.

He roughly judged the opponent's level. He was above Soul Emperor, but probably not yet at the level of Soul Saint.

It was also because of this that Murong Fu dared to fight without mercy. At the Soul Emperor level, Murong Fu dared not say victory now, but he was not afraid either. As for the soul power fluctuations in the bodies of the two young people, they were similar to his own.

They should all be soul kings. Soul masters of the same level were nothing in Murong Fu's eyes.

However, this old man, who was suspected to be the Soul Emperor, actually released a strong and murderous aura with great accuracy without the martial soul being activated! This is very rare.

Murong Fu had only seen similar effects on Dugu Bo and his teacher Yueguan. But what level were these two? The old man in front of him couldn't catch up even if he rode a sharp-tailed swift.

This can only mean that the other party has mastered a very rare skill, which can simulate a powerful momentum. This thing is very useful for scaring children, but it is useless against Murong Fu.

The old man was a little surprised that Murong Fu didn't react at all to his momentum. Before he could improve a few points, he heard that Murong Fu had spoken again.

"It's not okay to bully my friend! If you have any objections, feel free to do it. But just a friendly reminder. If you don't use martial arts, I'm not humble at all. If the three of you come together, it will be for nothing." Murong Fu had a bright smile on his face: "If I use martial arts, I won't be humble at all."

As for the soul..."

Murong Fu stretched out his hands, facing the city gate and looking towards the guard Nu Nu, he smiled and said: "As long as you dare, I won't fight back. But, do you dare?"

Wuhun City has a population of more than one million, including many civilians. It is normal to have conflicts and fights, and it is not a big deal. However, using Wuhun to fight privately in Wuhun City is a completely different matter. In Wuhun City,

Private fights between soul masters are strictly prohibited. If there are real grievances, there are many arenas in the city dedicated to solving such problems.

The old man also noticed the guard's gaze, and recalled that his disciple had not even seen him before, and was knocked down before he could see what was going on. He knew that what Murong Fu said was not all a bluff.

Knowing that talking more would be useless, the old man snorted coldly, looked past Murong Fu and glared at Zhu Zhuqing fiercely, said "Let's go" and left with the two young men.

After the three people left, Zhu Zhuqing relaxed a little and said with a wry smile: "Murong, you are reckless, they are..."

"I know they are from the Xingluo Dai family." Murong Fu interrupted Zhu Zhuqing, smiled, and said calmly: "But you are my friend, so I can't see them and bully you in front of me."

Zhu Zhuqing was stunned for a moment, and her eyes were slightly absent-minded, lost in Murong Fu's shallow, but warm and confident smile. In that smile, there was something she had always sought but could not find - a sense of security.

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