Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

The sunshine in July and August is the warmest time of the year. Although Murong Fu smiled warmly and showed no trace of anger, several people felt as if they were in an ice cellar, with chills all over their bodies.

There are thousands of kinds of martial arts in the world, but no matter how they change, there is a process of luck and strength. Ordinary masters make a fuss about their moves, which is nothing more than fists and feet, and weapons and weapons. Top-notch masters with deep internal strength can use martial arts such as Splitting the Air Palm to release their true energy and injure people from a distance. There are also those who specialize in external martial arts, those who have tortured their muscles and bones and practiced all kinds of kung fu to the point where they are invulnerable to weapons, water and fire.

Although the martial arts of these people are far from top-notch, because of the organization they work for, they have seen a lot of masters in the world, and they still have a good vision. But even if those masters whose martial arts skills were shocking in their eyes were added together, they were still not as shocking as what the young man in front of them had just shown.

It was clear that he turned around unprepared just now, but the hidden weapons fired by several people were blocked back without even touching three inches of his body!

Unheard of!

The horse-faced man in the lead swallowed unconsciously, a drop of cold sweat slowly flowed from his forehead, and his withered arms trembled slightly: Could it be that this person has been playing tricks on me from the beginning? Where is the problem?

He had lived in the Western Frontier for a long time, far away from the Central Plains. He had only heard of Gusu Murong's name but did not understand it in detail. When Murong Fu revealed his name, although he was also shocked, he just thought it was the same name, so he made this fatal mistake carelessly.

"Nan Murong, Bei Qiao Feng. You are Murong Fu."

The horse-faced man said with difficulty in a dry voice.

Murong Fu smiled and said: "So you have heard of me. I thought that my humble reputation was not enough to gain recognition from Your Excellency."

The horse-faced man smiled bitterly and said: "I made a mistake. I didn't expect that Murong Fu, who is famous all over the world, is actually a young master. Things in this world are really puzzling."

"There are still many things in the world that I can't understand." Murong Fu was not interested in continuing on this topic, so he interrupted him directly and started his own question, "So, three questions. First, your origins. Second, what are you doing here? Third, how is the owner of Mantuo Villa doing now? I ask you to answer, don’t talk nonsense, let alone lie, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences. "

"I said you are a ghost! Go to hell!"

A strong man in yellow clothes shouted angrily behind the horse-faced man. Among the group of people, except for the horse-faced man, he had the highest martial arts skills. Something happened suddenly, and before the horse-faced man could stop shouting, the man in yellow shot out like a sharp arrow and slapped Murong Fu's face with his palm. This palm was mixed with strong wind, and it was clearly a powerful outsider's skill like a monument-opening hand. This man in yellow is as fierce as fire, and his martial arts skills are also so tough.

His palm had no intention of holding back at all. Let alone a person's head, even a hard stone tablet would break apart after receiving this blow.

But Murong Fu just frowned and waved his sleeves. The soft sleeves of the robe suddenly became as solid as fine iron, meeting the palm of the man in yellow.

"Ahhh!"

A heart-rending scream, punctuated by a tooth-piercing crackling sound. But seeing the man in yellow who was so aggressive just now, he suddenly flew backwards, his back hit the mud hard, and there was countless dust.

A large mouthful of blood gushes out from the mouth of the man in yellow. The arm that hit Murong Fu just now is like a rotten hemp rope, hanging limply on one side. The explosion sound just now obviously came from there.

At first, the man in yellow could still scream a few times, but his injuries suddenly occurred and he couldn't even scream anymore. Apparently not only was one hand disabled, but he also suffered severe internal injuries. Even if the injury can be recovered in the future, he will be a useless person in the future.

Murong Fu still had the same cold tone, as if he was not the one who took action just now, and the person lying on the ground had nothing to do with him: "If you continue to do these unnecessary tricks, you will all die here. Now, while I am not in too much of a mood, Oops, answer my question.”

His tone was calm, but the words he spoke made everyone feel cold.

Looking at someone on the ground who is breathing out a lot but taking in little air, no one can have the idea of ​​rushing up to bully those who are in power. After all, the situation of "power in numbers" only occurs when the strength of both parties is at the same level. When the strength gap between the two sides is too large, "more people" will only consume a little more of the master's energy and only increase laughter. This is the same as people not being afraid of ants waving in grassroots demonstrations.

But obviously, this group of ants is "intelligent" and knows what it means to assess the situation. Although Murong Fu's words were extremely rude, several people remained silent, and no one dared to be the one who stood out anymore.

When no one spoke, Murong Fu raised his chin slightly, pointed at the horse-faced man in the lead and said, "You must be the leader of this group of people. Answer my question."

The horse-faced man swallowed and did not answer the question directly. He boldly asked: "If I answer, can you let us go?"

"You are not qualified to negotiate conditions. Whether to kill you or let you go is just a matter of my thoughts. If I keep asking you, I won't ask. You can stay here forever!"

Murong Fu sneered, and there was no room for discussion in his tone.

There was a trace of bitterness at the corner of the horse-faced man's mouth. The situation is stronger than the others, and the other party's martial arts is much higher than that of myself and the others. Not to mention that they are not enough to defeat them together. Even if they break up now, I am afraid it will just be a joke to others.

"Okay, I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything." The horse-faced man said weakly. At this time, he was like a dog whose spinal cord had been removed. He was lying on the ground without even having the courage to grin.

"My name is Ma San. I have lived in Xixia for a long time and served in Xixia Yipintang. My current position is as a sixth-grade military colonel. These people are all my subordinates. The man who was seriously injured by Mr. Murong just now is my deputy, named Gong Hu. We came here under a secret order to ask Mrs. Wang from Mantuo Villa to go to Xixia. We and other foreigners are in the Song Dynasty, so it is very inconvenient. That's why we act like this. There is no malicious intention. Mr. Murong, please don’t misunderstand me.”

The horse-faced man, Ma San, poured beans out of a bamboo tube.

"Humph." Murong Fu smiled noncommittally: He had just been ruthless and could kill people at every turn. Are you saying you have no ill intentions now, just begging for mercy? These people really know how to protect themselves wisely.

But Murong Fu didn't bother to argue with these people and continued to ask: "Who is the leader of you people?"

Seeing Murong Fu's expression of indifference when he heard the title of Xixia Yipintang, Ma San's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.

After hesitating for a while, he still didn't dare to ask Murong Fu, fearing that the killer would be unhappy and start killing.

"Lei Lingyun, Nine-winged Taoist Lei Lingyun."

"It turned out to be him."

Murong Fu thought to himself.

Hearing this name, Murong Fu understood clearly.

In fact, Murong Fu was a little worried when he heard the name of Yipintang just now. It's not that he is afraid of the number of masters of Yipintang, but he is afraid of the real master of Yipintang.

Li Qiushui!

In today's world, there are only three people who can make Murong Fu feel jealous or even fearful. The first is undoubtedly the sweeping monk in the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion, the second is the Tianshan child grandmother with complete skills, and then there is Li Qiu Shui, not counting Wu Yazi, although his master has seventy years of Beiming Zhenqi. He is capable of testing, but his limited mobility is his fatal shortcoming.

Just how strong Li Qiu Shui is can be compared to Jiumozhi, one of the Four Heavenly Dragons. The four skills of Tianlong each have their own strengths. Among them, in terms of understanding of martial arts, his cheap father Murong Bo is the best, and in actual combat, Qiao Feng, whom he has never met before, is the best. Xiao Yuanshan was originally supposed to be the leader of the Four Ultimate Skills, but unfortunately, driven by hatred, his martial arts took a detour. However, when it comes to martial arts cultivation, I am afraid that the one who is the best is Jiumozhi, the Tubo master who has repeatedly had trouble with me.

The reason is very simple. Due to various reasons, the above three people cannot devote themselves to martial arts wholeheartedly. Only this great Tubo monk had a high level of understanding and devoted himself to studying martial arts.

In the original time and space, Jiumozhi relied on the incomplete version of Xiao Wu Xiang Gong to simulate the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin and almost smashed the sign of Shaolin Temple. The Xiao Wuxiang Kung Fu was Li Qiu Shui's special skill, not to mention that this old woman still had seventy years of Xiaoyao sect internal strength, which was far superior to Jiumozhi. Not to mention, Li Qiushui's trump card in the final battle with Tong Lao was Bai Hong's palm power, which could hit him five feet away. I just don't know if he has mastered it now.

You know, in the martial arts, it is almost an iron rule recognized by all martial arts people that the palm power cannot exceed the five feet of the whole body. However, Bai Hong's palm power can actually surpass this recognition. No wonder the children who are masters of Tianshan Liuyang Palm and other top martial arts Grandma would be so surprised when she saw Li Qiu Shui mastering this palm technique. In terms of martial arts quality, Bai Hong's palm power may not be inferior to the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

Although Murong Fu was confident that after mastering all thirty-six meridians of Beiming, his martial arts configuration and internal strength level would far exceed the current Jiumozhi, but Murong Fu was not so arrogant that he thought he could challenge Li Qiushui's level. Master. If we really encounter her, I'm afraid the wisest way is to quickly build a relationship and call her grandma. After all, there is no chance of running away. There is a high probability that this old woman will still be walking around and won't be able to run away.

Knowing that the person coming was not Li Qiushui, a big stone was lifted from Murong Fu's heart. Although Jiuyi Taoist is also a rare first-rate master, he is far inferior to Ding Chunqiu and does not pose any threat.

As for why Li Qiushui sent Jiuyi Taoist to come all the way, a little shrimp like Ma San most likely doesn’t know, so asking is in vain. Maybe Li Qiushui missed his daughter.

Since the other party came under the secret order of Yipintang, he should not do anything detrimental to Wang Yuyan and the other two. Thinking of this, Murong Fu nodded with some satisfaction.

Ma San had been observing Murong Fu's expression carefully. Seeing that the expression on Murong Fu's face relaxed, Ma San secretly breathed a sigh of relief and asked cautiously: "Mr. Murong, I have already told you everything I know, so what? Can the lower class leave now?"

"Go, of course you can," Murong Fu paused, "That's all."

Hearing Murong Fu say that they can leave, several people felt relieved, but Murong Fu's pause made everyone's hearts hang on.