Plane Supplier: People in high martial arts, trade in the heavens

"Miss Wang, be careful!"

Duan Yu was anxious to take action, but Duan Zhengchun grabbed it and knocked it hard on Duan Yu's forehead with his hand: "Can you please see clearly the situation on the field before you talk about it?"

Duan Yu was stunned by the knock, and when he looked carefully, he was shocked.

It was just one thing that Wang Yuyan saved people, but he was still a little concerned about the actual fight, after all, Murong Fu was a famous master in the world.

Wang Yuyan has always given people the impression that she is not good at martial arts.

Isn’t these two people just an egg hitting a stone?

But the fact is exactly the opposite...

Wang Yuyan was dressed in white clothes and fell to the earth like a banished immortal from the sky. No matter how Murong Fu attacked, Wang Yuyan could always predict Murong Fu's attack route first and avoid it calmly.

Murong Fu became more and more anxious as he fought. He even used the opportunity to use Wang Yuyan.

Looking at Wang Yuyan again, she adapted to Murong Fu's attack and used the "Dragon Capture Hand" with a casual move, which made Murong Fu feel embarrassed.

"Are you humiliating me?"

Murong Fu's face looked ugly, and the sword in his hand trembled.

Wang Yuyan's realm was obviously higher than him, but the moves he used allowed him to barely block it.

Wang Yuyan shook her head: "Cousin, you misunderstood. I'm not good at fighting..."

After saying that, Wang Yuyan's figure flashed, and another move of "Hundred Steps to Pierce the Palm" was used. The speed made Murong Fu's eyelids twitch...

Lu Xuan looked at it funny.

Wang Yuyan is indeed not good at fighting. She crushes the other party purely by her realm and strength. In addition, her mind is full of martial arts secrets. Murong Fu uses one move, and Wang Yuyan has hundreds of ways to deal with it.

The only problem is that Wang Yuyan is not very skilled in controlling power, which made Murong Fu barely block Wang Yuyan's attack...

But if we continue at this pace, Murong Fu can't resist it for long.

With fifty moves, Wang Yuyan's moves were obviously smoother.

With one hundred moves, Wang Yuyan can grasp the connection between moves and start trying to attack.

With one hundred and fifty moves, Murong Fu was left with only a slutty resistance.

It was as if a lonely boat was constantly struggling in the attack of the storm, and it would be completely ended by Wang Yuyan's fierce offensive at any time!

"Abbot, this..."

At the Shaolin Temple, many people were shocked by Wang Yuyan's kung fu. Xu Zhu's battle with Ding Chunqiu had already shocked them, but Wang Yuyan's side shocked them even more.

These Shaolin monks are not blind, so how could they not tell that Wang Yuyan actually has a very high cultivation level, but because she is not good at fighting, Murong Fu has persisted until now.

"Amitabha."

Xuan Ci recited it and sighed, "A martial arts genius has appeared in Mantuo Villa...but this girl's martial arts cultivation is too weird, and it is probably related to the mysterious young hero Lu..."

"I just don't know what kind of storm will cause in the martial arts world in the future."

"Abbot, then we now..."

Xuanci shook his head: "Do nothing, just wait and see what happens..."

Ding Chunqiu killed them in Shaolin Temple, and Xu Zhu took action. Besides, Ding Chunqiu was not a good person, so he would kill him. No one could say that Shaolin was not wrong.

As for Xiao Feng, although You Tanzhi was carrying the Yijin Jing and could barely touch Xiao Feng, he was more than a little different from Xiao Feng in terms of combat experience and internal strength.

When the masters fight, it is almost a world of difference. Now the two fight only a hundred moves, and Xiao Feng has begun to suppress You Tanzhi in full. It is only a matter of time before the other party loses.

So the only variable now lies with Wang Yuyan and Murong Fu...

Xuan Ci thought for a while and turned to look at Duan Zhengchun beside him: "Prince Duan, you have been walking in the world for many years, and I don't know... Have you ever heard of the name of Young Master Lu?"

Duan Zhengchun smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I will not hide it from Master Abbot, I have never done it."

Not only Xuan Ci was confused, but in fact, the people present, including Duan Zhengchun, were also a little confused. The reason why Lu Xuan and Wang Yuyan showed their skills today was nothing to do with any of the skills they were familiar with.

I can't even start to guess Lu Xuan's origin...

"Cousin...Cousin, wait a moment."

The two were discussing in a low voice, and the battle between the field suddenly changed.

Murong Fu vomited blood from his mouth, blocked Wang Yuyan's move and quickly retreated. He suddenly raised his hand to beg for mercy: "Cousin, stop hitting me, I admit defeat, you can let me go..."

Murong Fu looked sad: "I admit that I used you before, and all this was my cousin's fault. I know I was wrong, but think about it, I have treated you well over the years, so why did I use my martial arts to waste... …”

Murong Fu knew he was defeated and began to play the emotional card, trying to let Wang Yuyan let him go.

Don’t say that this move may be useless to others, but it really has a little effect on soft-hearted girls like Wang Yuyan…

Wang YuYan really stopped. Seeing Murong Fu's face was miserable, he suddenly felt soft and turned to look at Lu Xuan.

But it was just the moment when Wang Yuyan turned her head.

A hint of coldness suddenly flashed across Murong Fu's face, which was lowered by his head.

The sword light flashed in his hand, piercing Wang Yuyan's chest!

"Miss Wang, be careful!"

Duan Yu was so scared that his heart was beating wildly when he saw this scene.

Xiao Feng, who was fighting with You Tanzhi, was furious when he saw this scene: "Murong Fu! You are despicable!"

A dragon roar resounded throughout the world.

Xiao Feng's rage descending dragon slapped You Tanzhi with the eighteen palms, trying to save Wang Yuyan.

On the other hand, Duan Yu also used his Lingbo Microstep and ran towards Wang Yuyan.

But... it's too late!

It's too late!

Murong Fu's sword was obviously determined to kill.

The speed is so fast that it has reached his extreme!

It's approaching!

Nearer!

Murong Fu couldn't help but look ecstatic on his face, as if he could have foreseeed what would happen next - that is, the tip of the sword penetrated Wang Yuyan's chest, and he would also win completely!

However--

bite!

Suddenly a crisp sound rang.

Murong Fu's expression froze and found that the tip of his sword was only one inch away from Wang Yuyan's chest, but it was hard to get in the slightest! He raised his head in disbelief, but found that at some point a figure appeared beside Wang Yuyan, and his killing sword was gently pressed by the other party with two fingers!

Lu Xuan!

Is it him? !

"Murong Fu... I really respect you."

Lu Xuan's cold voice sounded, as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

But if the fat man Zhu Lin is here.

I guess you will see at a glance that Brother Lu is already on the verge of explosion at this time!

"you……!"

Murong Fu's liver and gallbladder were about to break back, but he found that the sword in his hand had been held tightly by Lu Xuan and could not break free.

Lu Xuan's eyes were full of cold frost: "Murong Fu, I have given you a chance, but you have been seeking death again and again. Do you really think I won't kill you? If you really think so... you can try it!"

"Dragon Elephant--!"

roar--!

Scream--!

As soon as the word Lu Xuan dragon elephant appeared, the color between heaven and earth suddenly changed. Two giant beasts that seemed to come from ancient times shook the sky, the earth began to tremble, and the clear sky was instantly covered by dark clouds.

A strange phenomenon in heaven and earth!

The people in the martial arts world were shocked and all stared at the sky with wide eyes. Many people looked at Lu Xuan's eyes as if they were watching the gods descending to earth. Their whole body trembled, and their bodies softened and they knelt down.

"Don't hurt my son!"

Murong Bo couldn't help it and yelled to save Murong Fu.

"Amitabha……"

Another sound of the magic call sounded, but this time it was not Xuan Ci, but a thin old man holding a broom, a more age-sweeping monk!