The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Bai Fuming's disciples have not gone far, they are just outside the gate of Hongwu Villa.

While they were worried about their master, they also deeply resented that they were too poor at helping.

"Let's rush in! The worst we can do is fight him!" said a disciple.

"Fight? Fight for what? Fight for character? The Grandmaster is no match for you, so what's the use of you going in?"

"Then we can't just watch Master...the worst case scenario is death!"

"Don't say it so absolutely. What if master can win?"

"No matter how powerful the master is, how powerful is Grandmaster Huangfu? Grandmaster Huangfu and Grandmaster Yang are both dead. Our master..."

"Then rush! Just do what a man should do, and you'll get a big scar on your head!"

After the man finished speaking, he rushed through the door first.

Others followed suit.

As soon as he rushed in, he saw two people coming out, it was Li Muchen and Lang Yuwen.

The leader paused, and the people behind also braked suddenly and stopped.

When people didn't see Bai Fuming, they felt cold in their hearts and wanted to question him, but they looked at me and I looked at you, and no one dared to speak up first.

Li Muchen walked step by step without stopping.

Every time he takes a step, people take a step back.

After taking several steps back, he finally moved to both sides and made way.

Li Muchu walked through the crowd.

At this time, people suddenly discovered that blood was dripping from Li Muchen's leg.

Blood flowed to the ground, leaving a long, broken red line behind him.

He slowly walked out of Hongwu Villa.

People watched him leave. When his figure disappeared from sight, they felt relaxed all over, and the oppressive and breathless feeling disappeared.

Only a line of blood was left on the ground, stretching all the way...

"Master!"

I don't know who shouted first, and people woke up from a dream and hurriedly ran towards Quanguan.

When we got to the basement and ran into the passage, we saw Bai Fuming's back in the distance, stuck there motionless like a wooden stake.

The disciples felt a sense of ominousness in their hearts and ran over with exclaims.

"Master!"

When I ran to him, I saw Bai Fuming standing there, his eyes wide open, motionless.

"Master, what's the matter with you?"

"Master, are you alright?"

The disciples shook Bai Fuming's body.

Bai Fuming woke up from a dream, shook his body, and murmured: "I understand! I finally understand!..."

The disciples were relieved when they saw that he seemed not to be injured.

"Master, have you defeated Li Muchen?"

"Yes, Master, I saw that Li Muchen was injured and he was bleeding!"

"Master, you are so powerful! Even Grandmaster Huangfu couldn't beat him, but you actually defeated him!"

……

The disciples became excited, talking to each other one by one.

Bai Fuming was not happy.

He looked up to the sky and sighed, saying, "I didn't defeat him!"

"Then why was he injured?"

"He is invincible, no one can defeat him! That day in Qiantang, when he killed Banpu Zhiliang, he used that invincible sword. At that time, I didn't see it clearly. Today, I see it clearly. Just when I In front of me, such a sword shocks the world and makes ghosts and gods cry!"

"Master..." The disciples didn't understand what Bai Fuming was talking about.

"That sword is enough to kill everything! In the face of the power of that sword, everything is dust!" Bai Fuming continued, "If that sword falls on me, you will never see me again."

The disciples were fascinated by what he said, imagining such a powerful sword.

"Then...Master, how did you dodge that sword? And how did you injure Li Muchen?"

"I didn't dodge that sword. No one can dodge that sword! I didn't hurt him either. It was him who hurt himself!"

"he himself?"

"That's right. It's him..."

Bai Fuming recalled the scene at that time.

When Li Muchen counted to three, he saw the god of death coming.

The sword that destroyed the heaven and earth brought up the nine-nether black light and split the space.

Facing the power of that sword, Bai Fuming couldn't even move, let alone resist or dodge, and even his thinking stopped.

But at the critical moment, Li Muchen suddenly sheathed his sword.

But the power of that sword was so powerful that Li Muchen couldn't control it. He could only reverse the sword energy, use his own body to bear it, and slashed his leg with the sword.

Bai Fuming saw the sputtering blood disappearing into the void separated by the sword energy.

The separated space closed again to generate huge energy.

The energy fluctuations of the opening and closing of the void alone are enough to tear Bai Fuming apart.

But Li Muchen threw something like a token in his other hand, which emitted golden light. I don't know whether he suppressed the energy or absorbed it. Anyway, no one or anything in the corridor was damaged at all.

Bai Fuming watched all this happen, and then watched Li Muchen leave.

It was only when the disciples rushed in that he woke up from his shock.

At this moment, he didn't know how to describe his inner feelings.

At the Qiantang Martial Arts Conference, Li Muchen saved his life, and now he lets him go, which is considered a favor for not killing him.

Now, he owed Li Muchen two lives.

In addition, the power of the sword just now was too shocking, but Bai Fuming suddenly felt something.

The bottleneck that had not been broken through for many years actually showed signs of loosening at that moment, and some power in the body was restless.

Bai Fuming vaguely felt that his martial spirit was about to leave his body.

This excited and unsettled him.

If he really breaks through his martial arts innateness and develops a martial spirit, then he will owe Li Muchen more than two lives.

But the problem is that Li Muchen killed someone in Hongwu Villa.

This matter cannot be erased no matter what.

No matter who is right or wrong, Bai Fuming is the president of the Martial Arts Association. He cannot absolve himself of the blame.

The key is that he is still Zhu Xiaoyuan's disciple.

He could resign or find an excuse to ignore the matter.

But can Zhu Xiaoyuan ignore it?

In Jinling and Hongwu Villa, he killed the Western Grandmaster.

As the number one martial arts family in Jinling, can the Zhu family ignore it?

As a representative of the East China Martial Arts Association and the founder of the East China Martial Arts Association, could Zhu Xiaoyuan just ignore it?

But how is he going to manage it?

Bai Fuming imagined what if the person standing here just now was not him, but his mentor Zhu Xiaoyuan.

What would happen if Zhu Xiaoyuan faced Li Muchen's devastating sword?

Thinking of this, Bai Fuming suddenly shuddered and had goosebumps all over his body.

He couldn't imagine it, he couldn't even imagine it.

Regardless of the outcome, he didn't want this to happen.

Thinking of this, Bai Fuming no longer hesitated and hurriedly turned around and left.

"Master, what should we do here?" the disciple asked.

Bai Fuming said without looking back: "You handle the scene. Try not to spread today's affairs to outsiders, and keep the scope of knowledge to a minimum. I will decide what to do next after I meet with the teacher."