Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Yi Dabiao was so angry that he screamed and shouted. An iron chain made him so powerful that he forced the enemy to retreat step by step. However, his bravery alone could not save the overall situation.

The group of people who were hostile to the Beggars' Sect disciples were led by an old man in black clothes, who also used an iron chain. His martial arts were similar to Yi Dabiao's, but his skills were obviously more advanced. He used the iron chain alone to beat seven or eight Beggars' Sect disciples so hard that they could not breathe. After hearing Yi Dabiao's complaints, he sneered, "Qiao Feng? Isn't he the beggar leader of your Beggars' Sect? Qiao Feng in the north and Murong in the south. You guys are quite interesting. The leader of a beggars' sect can cause so much trouble."

Yi Dabiao roared like a tiger: "You damn eunuch, you are not allowed to insult Boss Qiao!" However, Yi Dabiao was so excited that he became even more confused. In a moment, he was in danger and was almost seriously injured several times.

Murong Fu smiled helplessly: This old man with such a temperament can be the leader of the largest branch of the Beggars' Sect. It seems that the Beggars' Sect is really short of successors. Uh, why does the voice of this leader sound familiar?

After Murong Fu entered the Medicine King Temple, he jumped onto the beam and observed the people below. They were fighting desperately and no one had the mind to look up.

Murong Fu took a closer look and was delighted: I said the voice sounded so familiar, it turned out to be this old guy.

It turned out that the man who was fighting with Yi Dabiao with chains was Zheng Jiuying, who was restrained by Murong Fu's life and death talisman in Liaodong. At that time, he thought that this man might be of some use so he didn't kill him. He didn't expect to meet him again here. This world is really small.

There's nothing we can do about it, the Song Dynasty is so small.

Originally Murong Fu wanted to kill the enemy directly, but when he met this old acquaintance, Murong Fu suddenly changed his mind.

He took out rosin and a human skin mask from his sleeves and put them on his face. These things were given to him by the girl after he had an in-depth communication with Ah Zhu. She also taught him all the disguise techniques step by step without reservation.

After finishing all this, Murong Fu jumped off the beam and jumped into the battle between the two groups of people, shouting: "Stop!"

Murong Fu roared and used the Buddhist "Lion's Roar" skill, which immediately made the two groups of people who were fighting each other dizzy and dazed. Some of those with lower skills immediately vomited blood. The two groups of people who were fighting fiercely just now were forcibly separated in such an extremely violent way.

The sudden appearance of the stranger left both sides a little confused. Both sides suspected that he was the other's helper and were on high alert, especially the Beggars' Sect. Seeing that the newcomer was well-dressed and definitely not a member of the Beggars' Sect, and his martial arts skills were quite impressive, all the disciples were nervous for a moment.

Zheng Jiuying was shaken by the aftermath of Murong Fu's lion roar, and his breathing became disordered for a moment. Fortunately, as the leader, his internal strength was much higher than the others, so he was able to barely suppress his disordered breathing and speak: "Who are you? Why do you want to interfere in the feud between me and these beggars?"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "It's the affairs of the martial arts world. Normally, I shouldn't interfere. But my master's family has some friendship with the Beggars' Sect. Since I passed by and met them, I can't just ignore it. Can you please make an appointment to settle this grudge another day for my sake?"

When all the Beggar Gang disciples heard Murong Fu's words, they all breathed a sigh of relief, especially those who had suffered minor internal injuries: it seemed that the other party was at least not an enemy.

One of Zheng Jiuying's men spat and said angrily, "Who are you? What dignity do you have? How dare you say you can take care of our affairs?"

Zheng Jiuying glared at the brainless subordinate and stopped him from making any more rude remarks. He bowed and said, "I failed to control my subordinates and offended my friend. Please forgive me. But I don't know who my friend's master is. Please leave me some money."

His words seemed polite, but actually contained sarcasm. If he had not been afraid of the profound inner strength that Murong Fu had displayed, he would have called on his men to rush forward and kill the man in front of him.

Murong Fu smiled and said, "My name is not worth mentioning, but my master's family is quite famous in the Song Dynasty. I wonder if you recognize this thing?"

As he spoke, Murong Fu took out a small black flag and waved it in front of everyone.

Someone immediately exclaimed: "This is the Black Swallow Flag of the Gusu Murong Clan!"

"Use his way and give back to him."

"Seeing this flag is like the head of Gusu Murong clan coming in person."

"It is said that the current head of the Murong family, Murong Fu, is already the best martial artist in the world. It is said that even the current Shaolin abbot, Master Xuanci, is no match for Murong Fu."

"real or fake?"

"It's absolutely true! Two years ago, when Murong Fu killed the old monster Ding Chunqiu in the Deaf and Mute Valley, my uncle-master was there and witnessed it with his own eyes. There is absolutely no falsehood."

When Zheng Jiuying saw the black flag in Murong Fu's hand, his face suddenly changed. He took several deep breaths before calming down: "So, you are from the Murong family? Have you made up your mind to protect these beggars today?"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "In the martial arts world, peace is the most valuable thing."

Zheng Jiuying asked, "What if I don't want to value peace?"

A trace of sneer flashed across Murong Fu's face under the mask: "Then I have no choice but to ask for your favor again."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Before Zheng Jiuying could answer, several men who had been standing beside him shouted, "I'm sorry, Old Ying. Although the reward for helping you is quite high, it's not worth it to offend the Murong family. We, the Divine Fist Sect, will not get involved in this mess!"

Having said that, without waiting for Zheng Jiuying to answer, the leading man clasped his fists, and several big men followed him out.

With someone taking the lead, the others who were slightly interested immediately made up their minds, bowed to Zheng Jiuying, and walked out without looking back.

In the blink of an eye, only Zheng Jiuying and another person were left of the dozen or so masters who had previously participated in the siege of the Beggar Gang branch.

No matter how that person scolded, those people ignored him.

Murong Fu smiled and said, "What does Old Eagle think?"

This time, Murong Fu did not deliberately use his internal force to change his voice. Zheng Jiuying's face changed immediately when he heard it.