Marry Wang Yuyan at the beginning

Murong Fu couldn't see Jinlun Fawang being so arrogant and mocking him,

"Idiot, if you climb over this mountain, you will be Wudang Mountain. Don't say that you have cultivated to the No. 11th floor, even the [-]th floor. Daoist Zhang will beat you like his son."

If he guessed correctly, this is already the territory of the Wudang sect, and Jinlun Fawang will not be arrogant for long.

"Ok?"

Jinlun Fawang was taken aback for a moment, he didn't know the map of Song Kingdom, he just wanted to tease Murong Fu.

I never thought about it, and was taken to Wudang Mountain by the other party unknowingly.

The old face immediately turned red.

Who is Zhang Sanfeng, that is the patriarch of martial arts who understands the world and can shatter the void with one step.

Isn't it a matter of minutes to beat him as a little master?

In a hurry, he no longer played cat and mouse games with Murong Fu.

With a squeeze of the palm, a wave of air poured in.

Before Murong Fu could react, all the surrounding trees were cut off, and fell towards his head.

"stupid!"

Murong Fu scolded softly, his true energy circulated left and right to move around!

Borrowing strength, he diverted the oncoming big tree and smashed it towards Jinlun Fawang.

Jinlun Fawang had long thought that Murong Fu would have this move, without any scruples, he pulled out the golden wheel behind his back.

Rampage, smashing everything in front of him.

The speed is astounding!

Murong Fu scolded the beast and turned around to run away, but Jinlun Fawang was already in front of him, and the five-color golden wheel in his hand fell down mercilessly.

"Damn!"

Murong Fu didn't dare to hesitate, he drew the blood knife on his back and fought with Jinlun Fawang.

Jinlun Fawang was so powerful that every attack made Murong Fu's hands numb and his jaw ached.

"Your sword skills are mediocre, and you don't have half the combat power of the blood knife ancestor." Jinlun Fawang laughed.

Murong Fu frowned, the blood knife he held was purely for display, it might as well find an iron rod to be more realistic.

But the other party has five-color golden wheels in his hand, if he goes to catch it with bare hands, I'm afraid it won't work.

Helpless, he could only fight and hide.

I hope that someone from the Wudang faction will pass by here and call Zhenren Zhang here.

"Boy, boy, I'm going to ask you again, would you like to worship me as a teacher?" Jinlun Fawang asked after the power in his hand eased by [-]%.

Murong Fu got a chance to catch his breath, he snorted coldly and cursed: "You bald donkey mean, how can I be your disciple?"

"Okay, very good, since you don't agree, then die!" Jin Lun Fa Wang slammed into Murong Fu's chest with a single blow.

Murong Fu couldn't dodge it, he lifted the knife to block it in front of his chest.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

...

With several impacts, the bones of Murong Fu's whole body were almost smashed into powder, and he lowered his head to find that he was forced to the edge of the cliff.

I couldn't help but criticize in my heart: "Mist Grass~Young master has just traveled for less than two years, so he won't just die like this."

Logically speaking, the reborn should have the aura of the protagonist, and at this time, senior experts should come to help.

Eyeballs rolled, yes, that's right!

I am the protagonist, so there must be seniors watching my every move.

who can that be?

The eighth achievement in Wudang is Zhang Zhenren.

Jinlun Fawang saw Murong Fu's expression was abnormal, he thought he was stunned by himself, he said the Buddha's name, "Mr. Murong, do you have any last words?"

"Last Word?"

Murong Fu showed disdain: "The mere Tartars also want to destroy our Song Kingdom, it's just wishful thinking, if I don't die today, I will lead an iron cavalry to destroy your Yuan Kingdom someday!"

Jinlun Fawang's old face darkened, he didn't expect Murong Fu to have such integrity at such a young age, and he dared to boast at this time.

"Very good, since that's the case, then this old monk will give you a good time." Jinlun Dharma King leaped forward, filled with energy from the five-color golden wheel, and went straight to Murong Fu's face.

Murong Fu was overjoyed, the angrier Jinlun Fawang was, the happier Zhang Daoist who was hiding aside would be.

Looking at the five-color golden wheel that was getting closer, his eyes were full of eager light.

two zhang...

one zhang...

half zhang...

one third of a foot...

No, no, why hasn't Zhang Zhenren made a move yet?

Murong Fu felt that the danger was approaching, and subconsciously raised the blood knife in his hand to resist.

Another "bang" sound.

His whole body was slammed into the cliff by a huge force.

He shouted unwillingly: "Zhang Sanfeng, I hate you!"

Jinlun Fawang showed a puzzled face, what does killing him have to do with Zhang Sanfeng?

Is it?