Murong Fu vertical and horizontal Douluo

Murong Fu's physiognomy was poor, but even with his poor physiognomy, he could still see that the little fat man in front of him no longer had his Yuanyang Meridian. And the frequency of sexual intercourse was probably not low! At least three times in two days!

Dear Longdi Dong! This is a little pervert! But that’s not right. There is no lustful look on the little fat man’s face. Murong Fu took a closer look and gradually discovered the problem. The little fat man’s ears were slightly red, and his cheeks were also slightly red.

Normal flushing. This is a symptom of a problem with the Foot Shaoyin Kidney Meridian.

However, this problem is not kidney deficiency due to damage to the kidney meridian. On the contrary, this little fat man's kidney meridian is significantly stronger than other meridians for some unknown reason. This leads to excess kidney water and his desire for sexual intercourse is far greater than that of ordinary people.

To put it bluntly, it is overwhelming desire.

You may be fine when you are young, but when you get older, maybe in your mid-twenties, or early thirties, your innate yang will dissipate, and your internal organs will be infected by the turbid qi caused by excess kidney water, and then the five qi in the body will become mixed.

If yin and yang are confused, then the whole person will age rapidly and the person will be useless.

But why is this happening?

"Hey, I thought that my mutated martial soul was considered a top genius. But, you are actually more weird than me." Ma Hongjun muttered, and then glanced at Ning Rongrong regretfully: "Goddess, can you

Let’s change the conditions. I don’t think I can beat this brother.”

The martial spirit has mutated! Murong Fu's heart moved slightly, thinking that this might be the reason for the abnormal kidney meridian of the little fat man.

After hearing Ma Hongjun's words, Ning Rongrong suddenly looked disgusted: "Then there is nothing we can do. It's not that I won't give you a chance!"

"Ah, God, why are you so unfair to me?" Ma Hongjun said with tears streaming down his face. Ning Rongrong and Murong Fu couldn't help but smile.

At this moment, a waiter couldn't come quickly and whispered a few words in a low voice to the beautiful manager who was following Ning Rongrong. After hearing this, the manager nodded and came forward to respectfully ask questions: "Dear young lady,

Sir, the player I mentioned to you before has arrived. Look, do you want to compete now?"

"Okay, okay!" Before Murong Fu could speak, Ning Rongrong had already spoken first: "Start quickly, start quickly."

"Okay, you two, please come with me. The match is scheduled for ring number 11." The beautiful manager said, making an invitation gesture.

"Wow, Arena No. 11!" Ma Hongjun shouted, "What a big arena!"

"What does this mean?" Murong Fu asked casually.

"The smaller the ring number, the more intense the competition! I have never competed in a ring numbered below fifteen. Boss Dai has, but not a few times." Ma Hongjun explained.

"Boss Dai?" Ning Rongrong looked strange: "You are talking about someone named Dai Mubai, right?"

"Ah, goddess, do you recognize Boss Dai?" Ma Hongjun's face suddenly became strange.

Ning Rongrong seemed to understand his thoughts in an instant, and pretended not to care and said, "Yes, that guy also came to strike up a conversation just like you, but ended up being taught a lesson by my flower protector!"

"No, Flower Protector, why are you so embarrassed?" Murong Fu looked at Ning Rongrong with a look of disbelief.

"Did you defeat Boss Dai?" Ma Hongjun looked at Murong Fu with a look of disbelief.

"It's smashed, don't I look better than flowers?" Ning Rongrong complained dissatisfied. As for Ma Hongjun's surprise, Murong Fu just smiled and did not answer.

When they arrived at Arena No. 11, the three of them saw the opponent Murong Fu had found in the Soul Fighting Arena.

With just one glance, Murong Fu's eyes lit up.

He was a handsome young man, about twenty years old. His face was as beautiful as a crown jade, and his eyes were as cold as stars. Although he was not as handsome as Murong Fu or Dai Mubai, he was quite handsome. However, what Murong Fu cared about was not his appearance, but his appearance.

The temperament on his body is an extremely sharp temperament, like an unsheathed sword.

The young man obviously had an extraordinary status, and he was accompanied by a service manager. He was talking to him at this time. After listening to the service manager's words, the young man looked over here.

"Wei Qingping?" Ning Rongrong screamed strangely, then took two quick steps to the man's side, then stepped up and kicked him in the calf: "Why are you here?"

"Miss Rongrong!" When the young man Wei Qingping saw it was Ning Rongrong, he cupped his fists and saluted: "Wei Qingping has met Miss Rongrong."

"Know each other?" Murong Fu and Ma Hongjun walked forward and looked at the two people who were obviously familiar with some curiosity.

"Yes, this Wei Qingping is my younger brother." Ning Rongrong introduced him to Murong Fu in a carefree manner: "Don't look at how polite this guy is, but he is very fierce in the spirit fighting arena. Hey, I remember you were there

Tiandou City has won eleven consecutive victories at most, right?"

"It's just a fluke." Wei Qingping nodded with a smile, then her eyes swept over Murong Fu and Ma Hongjun, and finally landed on Murong Fu, who had a calmer temperament: "Isn't this little brother from the Soul Fighting Arena?

Is this my rival?"

"Yes, please give me some advice!" Murong Fu smiled and nodded.

"Both of you, can we compete now?" The referee came up and asked.

Murong Fu and Wei Qingping nodded in agreement, and then walked onto the ring from both sides.

"I heard that my little brother won three consecutive victories, and even his martial spirit was useless. I wonder what your plans are for this match with me?" Wei Qingping looked at Murong Fu and asked with a chuckle.

"It depends on the situation!" Murong Fu replied.

"Okay!" Wei Qingping swung her right arm, and there was already a long sword with flashing green light in her palm. At the same time, three soul rings, two yellow and one purple, appeared at her feet. Before she could take action, there were already faintly sharp sword auras.

Surrounded by him.

"What a great state!" Murong Fu secretly praised. The opponent obviously not only possesses the spirit of sword martial arts, but also a person who loves swords. Therefore, he has such sharp sword intent, which is extremely difficult for his age.

"Little brother, be careful!" Wei Qingping let out a soft whistle, and moved in front of Murong Fu, slashing his sword across Murong Fu's chest. Murong Fu only took a step back, and the tip of the sword was almost close to his chest.

It swept across, but it didn't hurt him at all. When the sword edge passed by, he immediately turned over and took a step forward, turned his fingers into swords, and pointed at Wei Qingping's chest. Well, actually Murong Fu wanted to hit the other person's forehead more, but Wei Qingping was more interested than him.

It's almost a head taller, which is a bit awkward.

Seeing this, Wei Qingping smiled, flipped her palm, raised the sword upside down, and slashed at Murong Fu's arm with her backhand. If Murong Fu really clicked this finger, the entire arm would be cut off by him.

But Murong Fu noticed that the opponent's wrist made a slight arc, and the sword was both a cut and a slap with the sword's surface.

Are you actually giving in to me? Murong Fu secretly laughed in his heart, but the other party had good intentions, and if he relied on this to forcefully press on him, it would be unfair. He immediately turned sideways to avoid the sword, and then followed with a backhand palm. This palm contained soul power.

The palm came out with a strong wind.

Wei Qingping's eyes narrowed, and she pulled away and swiped her long sword at the same time, shattering the wind of the palm. Murong Fu chuckled lightly, and moved forward, but after taking two steps, he suddenly turned to the side, just to avoid it.

Wei Qingping's stabbing, then he took a step forward and ducked to avoid a sweeping attack, and then moved forward, backward, left, and right. After avoiding several attacks in a row, he suddenly stepped forward and was already three feet in front of Wei Qingping's body.

ruler.

Wei Qingping was shocked and quickly pulled back again. At the same time, he swung his sword and the first soul ring beside him lit up.

Murong Fu stopped abruptly and tried to avoid the sword as much as before. However, when the sword tip came close to him, he suddenly turned aside and stepped back suddenly. But even so, a long gash was cut on his chest and clothes.

.And the sword blade was clearly more than three inches away from him!

"Sword light!" Murong Fu's face instantly became solemn, and he looked at the young swordsman in front of him in surprise. Yes, he was not a soul master, but a swordsman!

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A bit of a bit of a great sidekick~