Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Murong Fu's tone was flat, with not much emotion audible, as if he was not confronting a world-class master. The tone of his words was very much like a teacher in school facing a student who was as stupid as a cow and couldn't teach him no matter how hard he taught him.

At this moment, Jiuyi felt that an invisible big hand was holding his heart. An invisible feeling of fear spread throughout his body, and his dry and thin body shook slightly unconsciously.

Murong Fu looked at the Nine-winged Taoist in front of him with great interest, quietly enjoying his performance. Yes, it's a performance. Based on Murong Fu's understanding of this Nine-winged Taoist, even if he exposed his rear sight in public, at most it would only temporarily frighten him. After the Taoist master with high eyesight woke up from the brief shock, he was probably still looking for an opportunity to trick himself. After all, it is very tempting to capsize the famous Nan Murong in the gutter.

If he really cheats on himself, the reputation of Taoist Jiuyi will not only rise, but also become famous all over the world based on the Murong family's century-old reputation. Incidentally, his status in Yipintang will also rise a lot. You want to ask why Murong Fu knew? The answer is simple, this is human nature. When the temptation is strong enough, all things quiet and inactive, Taoism and Taoist laws are naturally lies. The name and the reins are so neat. I don’t know how many heroes have been stumbled through the ages: How many bodies sink to the bottom of Taihu Lake every year? corpse. The successive heads of the Murong family have sent away many martial arts masters who hoped to step on the Murong family's rise to the top. Otherwise, how did the Murong family become so famous in the martial arts world? Does it depend on young people's martial ethics? Official certification of the Song Dynasty?

Furthermore, although my colleague's acting skills are good, he has not yet reached the state of returning to his original nature. After the initial fear, even though he tried his best to hide it, he still couldn't hide the greed and eagerness deep in his heart.

Since you love acting so much, I will cooperate with you in performing.

An imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Murong Fu's mouth.

Taoist Jiuyi suppressed his inner excitement and pretended to be frightened and angry: "That's nonsense. How can you, a young child like you, know about my gatekeeper?"

Murong Fu smiled noncommittally and sighed inwardly: The acting was quite realistic, and it was obvious that he had carefully polished his acting skills.

"Humph, but you, little kid, do have some eyesight. You know the ways of my Thunder Sect. There are rumors in the world that the Murong family has mastered hundreds of schools of martial arts. It is true."

"That's all, since you are young, I won't care about you. Just go in."

Jiuyi Taoist put away the iron plate in his hand and made a gesture of invitation. It seemed that he wanted to take a step back.

The horse-faced man Ma San was astonished: Why is this evil man so talkative today? Could it be that what Murong Fu said just now was a bluff?

Suddenly, he suddenly thought, how could this Taoist, who had always been unscrupulous, be so easy to talk to? Regardless of whether Murong Fu is in name only or lives up to his name, it is extremely tempting to rise to the top by riding on Nan Murong's reputation. How could this bold Taoist who knows nothing about fear not give it a try?

When he thought of this, he admired the courage of Jiuyi Taoist. Although he did not think that Jiuyi Taoist's martial arts skills could match Murong Fu's. To be fair, the brief display of Murong Fu's hand just now was really the only one he had seen in his life, and he could be regarded as the person with the highest martial arts skills he had ever seen in his life. But traveling in the world has never relied on pure martial arts. A child from a famous family who has practiced excellent martial arts since childhood but is ignorant of worldly affairs may also fall into the hands of a thief with low martial arts skills.

This is the difference between following rules and not following rules.

Thinking of this, Ma San felt a sense of revenge in his heart. It is pure self-deception to say that he was forced by Murong Fu to take Duanjinfugu Pills and had no resentment in his heart. He's not that mean, and he doesn't like being controlled by others. If Taoist Nine Wings could successfully attack in a sneak attack, it would also be a good thing for him to restrain Master Murong, who is highly skilled in martial arts.

At worst, I could humbly beg that old guy from Jiuyi to ask him for the antidote to Duanjin Fugu Pill. The situation is stronger than the human beings. It’s better to survive than to be cold.

Thinking of this, Ma San felt as if he saw Murong Fu capsized in the ditch and was accidentally captured. He made up his mind to find a way to torture this proud young master Murong.

Hearing that Jiuyi Taoist was willing to give in, Murong Fu showed a look of surprise on his face, and then he looked pleased with himself, as if he was very satisfied with Jiuyi's performance in understanding current affairs.

"You know the truth."

Murong Fu sneered, ignored everyone, and strode towards the door of the mansion, not caring about the people behind him at all, as if what was standing behind him was not a person, but a bunch of chickens and dogs.

Ma San seemed to have seen the miserable look of Murong Fu who was seriously injured and defeated, and a cruel smile couldn't help but appear at the corner of his mouth. Although Murong Fu's ability to block hidden weapons just now was considered miraculous, Ma San had personally experienced the terrifying impact of Jiuyi Taoist's iron plate. Murong Fu was so arrogant and completely exposed his own clothes to the other party. In Ma San's eyes, it was no different from seeking death.

Murong Fu swaggered away without any awareness of the coming danger.

The nine wings moved, and the heavy iron plate turned into a black light in his hand. His thin figure was like a sharp arrow in the storm, shooting towards his opponent rapidly, aiming directly at Murong Fu's heart. His face looked particularly distorted at this moment with ecstasy and anger.

Those who are good at attacking move above the nine heavens!

Thunder shook the sky!

Ma San closed his eyes with some regret: This time it became clear that no matter how powerful a master you are, you are useless.

It's a pity that a rare young hero has no brains.

There was a muffled "bang" sound, and the heavy iron shield hit something. Then there was the sound of something exploding, and the corner of Ma San's mouth twitched, thinking that Jiuyi's attack was really cruel. This kid might not have a few intact bones left in his body after being hit so hard.

But when Ma San opened his eyes, he saw a scene he would never forget.

No blood, no one hurt. The originally magnificent vermilion door was now broken into countless sawdust. The power of that blow was truly terrifying. As for the Nine-winged Taoist, he was being lifted up by a hand around the back of his neck, like a cat being held in its mouth. Skinny mouse in mouth.

Taoist Jiuyi opened his mouth and couldn't make a sound. He really couldn't understand how there could be such a weird and fast movement technique in the world.

He is not stupid, and now he understands that the other party has always been on guard against him. It was just how Murong Fu managed to move from in front of him to behind him in an instant, clasp his rear sight, and then lift him up.

The blood all over his body was cold at this moment, as if someone had poured a basin of cold water on his head in the cold winter.

It was not until this moment that he realized that the despairing gap between himself and the other party was not an exaggeration at all.

Everyone was silent except for Murong Fu's slightly helpless voice: "There are always some people who are obviously not very capable but feel better than anyone else and do some stupid things that make people uncomfortable. Such people." What can we rely on to change it?”

"Maybe even death can't change it."

Murong Fu sighed and threw Jiuyi Taoist aside as if throwing away a piece of disgusting garbage.

Until this moment, the Nine Wings Taoist felt real fear.

Only then did he realize that the cynical-looking young man in front of him wanted to kill him, and it was really no more difficult than killing a chicken.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't take it. I gave you a chance but you didn't use it."

Murong Fu's tone was full of helplessness.

"Tell yourself what to do."

Murong Fu put on a warm smile and knelt down to get closer to the Nine-winged Taoist who was paralyzed on the ground and unable to stand, so that he could look directly into his eyes.

"Have mercy, my lord, have mercy."

Taoist Jiuyi was speechless, repeating these words over and over again.

Murong Fu shook his head, as if he was very disappointed with the other party's reaction. Then, the sleeves and robes were waved, and a strong wind hit the Nine-winged Taoist's face heavily. With a "crash" sound, the Nine-winged Taoist's nose bone was suddenly broken, and his whole body flew out, and hit hard not far away. A rockery. The huge pain caused him to faint and he didn't know what was going on.

Murong Fu took out the small jade bottle from his sleeve, threw it to the stunned Ma San, and ordered like the lowest servant: "I have temporarily disabled this guy's martial arts. He will wake up later. Finally, feed him one Duanjin Fugu Pill. This old boy’s martial arts skills are a bit higher than yours, but I’ve already told you his goal. Later, I’ll give you the antidote for Duanjin Fugu Pill. This Nine-winged Taoist will obey your orders. Do you understand?"

Ma San hurriedly took the bottle and knelt down weakly, unable to think of any resistance. The huge gap made him despair, but when he realized that the once arrogant and domineering Jiuyi Taoist would now take orders from him, he felt indescribably happy in his heart. Suddenly I felt that there was nothing wrong with being a dog for Murong Fu.

Murong Fu paid attention to the other person's expression and roughly guessed the other person's psychological activities, and said with a smile: "It's no good to do things for me well. But if you don't do things for me well, I have a hundred ways to make you regret coming to this world. In short In a word, it's up to you to decide. Now I'm going in, you clean up the mess here, and wait here for me to come out."

"Yes." Ma San responded respectfully, as if he were the most loyal slave in the world.

Seeing Ma San's reaction, Murong Fu showed a satisfied smile. If you talk about kindness to this kind of meat on a hob, that's just being mean. Only absolute violence can make him feel afraid of you from the bottom of his heart, so that he will not dare to have any strange thoughts.

The door had already been destroyed in the previous attack. Murong Fu pushed lightly, and the remaining door panel collapsed. Murong Fu used his ability to transmit sounds from thousands of miles away and said loudly: "Aunt, Yu Yan. I'm here to see you. Are you okay?"