Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

That day, Duan Yanqing intercepted Duan Zhengchun and his party at Xiaojing Lake. When he was about to kill Duan Zhengchun with a stick, Kang Guangling and Zhuo Bufan killed him, causing his success to fail.

With Duan Yanqing's temperament, he would not give up so easily, so he had been dormant in Gusu during this period, waiting for the opportunity.

His idea is also very simple. Duan Zhengchun cannot stay in Gusu forever. If Kang Guangling and others get in the way again this time, then let them have a taste of the power of the sad breeze. There is no need to talk about fair fights against outsiders. According to the rules, not to mention that the other party interfered with the Duan family's internal fighting first, even if he met Murong Fu one day, he would have reason to say.

Thinking that he, the most evil person in the world, was forced to reason with a junior who was much younger than him, Duan Yanqing felt that there was nothing more frustrating in the world.

Is there any heavenly principle? Are there any laws?

Duan Yanqing and the South China Sea Crocodile God stayed in Gusu for more than a month, but Ye Erniang left after leaving a few words.

"Boss, Er Niang wants to be a good person from now on!"

Everyone has their own ambitions, and Duan Yanqing also expressed tolerance for Ye Erniang's thoughts, although he did not understand why Ye Erniang, who had committed murder without any calculation, seemed to be a different person after she came back from the Deaf and Mute Valley. In the past, she would steal a family's children and play with them every few days, causing their families to be destroyed. Now, Ye Erniang has not only washed her hands in a golden basin, but also said that she will change her mind from now on to make up for the families she has hurt.

Yun Zhonghe, on the other hand, with the help of Duan Yanqing's Yiyang Finger Kung Fu, partially recovered some of his skills and was at least able to move freely. Then he told Duan Yanqing that he wanted to find an old friend with strong martial arts skills and ask him to deal with the girl. Su Murong.

Duan Yanqing naturally sneered at this idea. It was not that he had a deep friendship with Murong Fu, but in his opinion, how could someone like Yun Zhonghe know someone who could deal with the current Murong Fu?

But the other party insisted, so he didn't force him and let him go. However, before leaving, Ye Erniang kindly reminded Yun Zhonghe: Don't do the innocent things of the bad guy again, otherwise, he will cut off his own life. Root of trouble!

Facing Ye Erniang's shining sword, Yun Zhonghe felt a chill in his lower body, and he swore knowingly that he would never think of picking flowers in the future.

The people around him left one by one, and Duan Yanqing felt a hint of desolation. He remembered the chess game in Deaf and Mute Valley that impressed him deeply.

Although that defeat in a sense gave him an insight into life and death and improved his martial arts, it also made him deeply suspicious of what he was doing now:

What is the significance of what I have done over the past few decades?

No, it's not like that. You can't be discouraged by a temporary failure. If there is no way ahead, then open one yourself. If there are pursuers behind, then no matter how many they come, just kill them all!

Decades ago, he received enlightenment from the Guanyin in White. Later, he received guidance from an expert. He transferred the power of one body and one yang finger to a walking stick and used it. He also found a new way and learned a side martial arts. His skills improved greatly and he became one of the most popular people in the world. The most evil person in the world who was frightened by the news.

If this is the case, then it is extremely evil!

The moonlight was exceptionally bright tonight. Duan Yanqing held up a bamboo stick and went to an old tree in the middle of the yard to admire the moonlight.

It was very unusual to see such moonlight at this time of year, and Duan Yanqing always felt that something unusual would happen tonight. But I can't tell why. This intuition has saved him more than once in the past few decades, but he doesn't know whether tonight is good or bad?

A figure fell behind Duan Yanqing like a ghost in the dark night. Although he made no sound, with his instinctive awareness of danger, he turned around quickly and protected his figure with a horizontal staff: "What? people?"

The man was dressed in night clothes. He stood in the shadow of the trees and said nothing. He stretched out a hand as dry as an eagle's claw and grabbed Duan Yanqing's throat.

Duan Yanqing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he recognized that the other party was using the "Dragon Claw Kung Fu" of the Shaolin School. Could it be that this person was actually an eminent monk of the Shaolin School? Dali and Shaolin have always been on good terms. Is it possible that Duan Zhengchun actually invited Shaolin monks to deal with him?

Thinking of this, a cold light flashed in Duan Yanqing's eyes. He placed his left stick on the ground and moved his right stick slightly toward the opponent's three key points: Mingtai, Fengfu, and Baihui. During the latent movement of internal energy, Yi Yangzhi's finger power shot out, blocking all possible escape routes for the opponent.

He was confident that even if Shaolin's Abbot Xuanci came, he would still have to defend himself, otherwise he would definitely be injured under his own finger.

Unexpectedly, the other party just raised his right hand, put his thumb and index finger together, and made a flying leaf picking flower movement. Then Duan Yanqing felt that his body was hit by an invisible force, and half of his body was paralyzed.

And the force of his fingers was dissipated one by one as the opponent's sleeves flew, fists and palms struck.

The black-clothed monk struck again with one finger. Duan Yanqing did not dare to raise his hand, so he quickly raised his staff, raised his body into the air, and took three steps back to avoid the blow.

"what?"

The monk in black didn't expect that the opponent could still dodge after being hit by his finger. He was surprised and his movements were slowed down by half a beat.

Duan Yanqing took advantage of the opponent's opportunity and quickly shot out the bamboo stick, stabbing the opponent's vital part.

"You have a small skill, but you still dare to do the same thing!"

The man in black did not dodge or evade. He thrust out two fingers of his right hand and met Duan Yanqing's stick. His fingers connected with the bamboo stick. Duan Yanqing felt a strong force coming from the bamboo stick. He quickly turned around to remove this layer of strength, and turned his body continuously to avoid the opponent's possible backhand while preserving the black bamboo cane.

"What is your relationship with the Yellow-browed Monk? Why is your powerful Vajra Finger so powerful?"

"You mean, that old monk from Dali? Oh, I remember, I killed him once before."

The man in black pulled off the mask on his face under Duan Yanqing's shocked gaze, revealing a face he was very familiar with.

"Mr. Long Yuan! Why are you here!"

When Duan Yanqing saw the visitor, he dropped his crutches and wanted to bow down.

The man in black stepped forward and said, "Get up, you are not my disciple. We are equals, how can I accept your worship?"

"Duan Yanqing has always kept his kindness in mind for the past twenty years and will never forget it."

The person who came was exactly the person who had mentored Duan Yanqing in the past. His name was Yan Longyuan. He had extremely profound skills and was involved in martial arts all over the world. He once taught Duan Yanqing seven or eight moves to greatly improve his skills. He also encouraged him not to be discouraged and to forge ahead with determination in order to make a comeback.

Yan Longyuan said: "It's good if you still remember. I just tested your martial arts. It's good. There is progress."

"What a great kindness, I will never forget it!"

Yan Longyuan waved his hand and said: "To make a long story short, I came here today to tell you something. Let me ask you, do you want to kill brother Duan Zhengchun and take back the throne of Dali? Now you have a golden opportunity. In front of me, I wonder if you dare?"