Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Zhuge Qingyun was stunned there for a long time, then he stamped his feet and said through gritted teeth: "Show affection and die quickly!"

Murong Fu didn't care about his injured little heart. Feeling the two soft beauties in his arms, his heart felt extremely smooth.

It would be better if there was no such thing as Wanjia.

However, people have already issued a letter of challenge. If he doesn't fight again, it will be unreasonable.

A group of four people walked into the temple along the way and watched the busy monks coming and going, not noticing anything out of the ordinary.

Zhuge Qingyun couldn't help but be a little confused: "Tell me, did the Wan family's father and daughter receive the news a long time ago and run away?"

Murong Fu shook his head and cast his gaze on a hidden corner, where a monk stood with his back to them.

There was nothing unusual at first glance, except that he kept sweeping the floor with a broom, and he didn't move even a little bit for a long time.

Even ghosts don’t believe it if they say there are no ghosts here.

Sure enough, as soon as they walked through the main hall, the sweeping monk disappeared quickly and left in another direction.

The four of them stopped and walked, and couldn't help but sigh that the [Wanxiang Temple] was so vast that they could only walk through one main hall after walking for so long.

Fortunately, with the female Bodhisattva Miaoyi leading the way, they quickly found the correct direction.

At this time, the Wan family's father and daughter received the news, although they were a little surprised that they arrived so quickly.

Immediately, I felt a little worried again.

Shu Ran's practice of magic has reached a critical stage at this time, and no one can easily disturb it, otherwise all the previous efforts will be wasted.

Naturally, they also knew this. Although they were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, they still resisted the urge to rush in and check.

Wan Yiyi hesitated for a moment and then spoke softly: "Father, do you think Shu Ran can really beat Murong Fu?"

A slight smile appeared on Wan Fang's face, and he replied: "You don't have to worry about this. Absolutely no one can break the spell left by the old master."

"Even if he is Murong Fu, he will only become a dead body under this spell!"

"What we have to do now is try our best to delay Shu Ran as long as possible."

"It only takes half an hour, once you master this method..."

He didn't say the next words, but Wan Yiyi could see the smile of victory in his expression.

She suppressed the panic in her heart and said with a bit of sternness in her eyes: "Okay! Murong Fu's woman is in our hands now, so I don't think he dares to act rashly."

After saying that, she waved behind her, and a secret guard half-knelt at her feet, waiting for instructions.

Wan Yiyi didn't even look at him, as if the person kneeling under her feet was not a human being, but a dog.

Her voice was cold: "Go and bring out that Dongfang Bubai."

"yes!"

At this time, she didn't know that the trump card in her hand had already been taken away.

Now, there should be only a few tied-up guards left in that room.

Not long after the secret guard left, Murong Fu and his party had already found this place and stood opposite the father and daughter.

Dongfang Bubai slowly walked out from behind Murong Fudu with a smile on his face: "Hey, Miss Wan, it's been so long!"

The moment Wan Yiyi saw her, her eyes widened involuntarily, as if they were about to pop out.

"You! Why are you here? You're not..." She reacted and her face became a little ugly.

Wan Yiyi suppressed the surprise in her eyes and nodded slowly: "Okay! Very good. I underestimated you. You still have the strength to escape after being hit by my [Cartilage Crisp]."

Dongfang Bubai smiled even more, with ridicule and ridicule: "This is not a worry for Miss Wan, the mountain man has his own clever plan, and a villain like you is not worthy of knowing it."

"Didn't you want to use me to lure Murong Fu here? Now I have brought him here."

"I don't know, what can you Wanjia do?"

After she finished speaking, she did not forget to cast a provocative look at Wan Fang.

Zhuge Qingyun also responded suitably: "Yes, the top ten aristocratic families don't even have the slightest bit of tolerance."

"My brother wants to let you go, but you are so persistent in pursuing me that you are seeking death!"

"I want to take action against the people on the [Hidden Dragon List]. I wonder what will happen if other families find out?"

When Wan Fang heard this, he couldn't help but break out in cold sweat on his forehead, but he soon calmed down and smiled, which turned out to be uglier than crying.

Zhuge Qingyun looked at him and felt disgusted: "Don't laugh, you look like my second aunt's foot wraps!"

When Wan Fang heard this, the smile on his face suddenly froze, turning red and white, and he was in a very awkward situation.

Seeing that the situation seemed to be bad, Wan Yiyi stepped forward and said, "Mr. Murong, my father just wants to invite you as a guest."

"There must be some misunderstanding in this, which makes you have such great malice towards my Wan family."

"Why don't you guys come into the meditation room first? Let's sit down and have a good chat."

As she spoke, she looked at Murong Fu with a drawn look in her eyes and winked playfully.

Murong Fu looked at her exquisite appearance, coupled with the seduction shown in her every move.

He was not polite at all, with a hint of ridicule in his voice: "No!"

"This must be Miss Wan, she smells so charming that even a hair of the Liuli girl in [Liuli Shrine] can't be compared."

"I think maybe this is the same family tradition!"

Murong Fu's words were explicit and full of humiliation, and he deliberately wanted to give Liuli a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, as soon as Wan Yiyi heard this, she couldn't control her emotions, and the smile on her face almost broke.

Then, he suppressed the hatred in his eyes tightly and continued to smile: "Haha, Mr. Murong is really humorous. Please go inside first!"

On the surface, she was still the well-behaved lady, but secretly she had her fingers tightly clasped in her palms.

This Murong Fu was so ungrateful that he compared her with that bitch!

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, why are you so anxious to let us in? Is there some trap inside?"

"I guess they are just weasels paying New Year greetings to chickens, and they don't have good intentions."

"Amitabha, this heart and liver are all black..."

The words of the three people around Murong Fu shook off all the little thoughts of the Wan family father and daughter.

It looked like a dyeing workshop had been opened on the faces of the two people in front of me, and the colors became so colorful.

After a while, Wan Fang was the first to lose control and his face darkened: "Mr. Murong, do you really want to toast like this without having to drink the fine wine?"