Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

At this moment, Murong Fu had a confused expression on his face.

Obviously very surprised by this sudden situation.

His body continued to fall faster and faster, and he was about to fall to the ground.

There was a cry of exclamation from the crowd, and some people even closed their eyes, not daring to look at this scene.

But at the critical moment, Murong Fu reacted.

He quickly activated his internal energy, and a flow of air surged around his body.

There was a determined expression on his face, and he waved his hands around his body, as if drawing runes in the air.

His fall gradually slowed down and finally landed smoothly on the ground.

"Who is he? Such powerful Kung Fu!" A young warrior said in surprise.

"Looking at his skills, he must be an expert from some big villa or famous sect." A middle-aged man speculated.

"No, I think he is an immortal who came to the world. Didn't you see the crack in the space? It is obviously an immortal magic!" An old man said mysteriously.

Discussions among the crowd arose one after another.

Murong Fu stood there, looking a little overwhelmed by everyone's gaze.

There was a hint of confusion in his eyes, but he didn't answer anyone's question.

He knew that the most important thing for him now was to figure out where he was and how to get back!

And at this moment.

On the high platform, Xiongba stared closely at Murong Fu's figure, with a trace of anger and confusion in his eyes.

The selection meeting of the Tianxiahui that he had carefully planned was supposed to be a stage for him to demonstrate his authority and strength.

But now, everyone's attention was attracted by this sudden stranger.

His brows were furrowed, and his heart was filled with questions: Who is this person? Why does it appear here? What does his appearance mean?

His fingers tapped on the armrest unconsciously, and the annoyance in his eyes gradually turned into a thoughtful look.

Duan Lang stood in the crowd, also looking at Murong Fu.

There was a hint of curiosity and respect in his eyes.

He could feel a unique temperament exuding from Murong Fu's body, which was a realm beyond ordinary people.

In the crowd, a few bold passers-by began to ask questions.

"This master, can you tell me your name?" A strong man stepped forward and asked, his eyes full of respect.

Murong Fu frowned slightly, he didn't want to attract too much attention here.

But he also knew he had to figure out where he was.

"My lord, Murong Fu, may I ask where this is? What are you doing here?" Murong Fu asked again, his voice was calm, but there was a trace of vigilance in his eyes.

Passers-by obviously did not expect Murong Fu to ask such a question.

He was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "How come you don't even know this?"

"Now the leader of the Tianxiahui, the largest gang in the martial arts world, Xiongba, is issuing an order to publicly select the leaders of the three halls of the Tianxiahui!"

After Murong Fu heard the answer, he was shocked to death.

His eyes were wide and the expression on his face was almost frozen.

He suspected that he had come to the world of wind and cloud now?

God just brought it to me without saying hello?

His heart was filled with confusion and confusion, but he knew that now was not the time to be in a daze.

He must figure out his situation as soon as possible and find a way back.

At the same time, Xiong Ba on the high platform had already called Duan Lang.

"Duanlang, go and ask who that person is." Xiongba's voice was cold, and his eyes were full of dissatisfaction and doubt.

Duan Lang was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

He slowly walked down the platform and walked towards Murong Fu.

When Murong Fu saw Duan Lang approaching, there was a trace of vigilance in his eyes.

He knew that his current situation was very delicate and he could not expose his identity easily.

"I'm Duan Lang, may I ask who you are?" Duan Lang's voice was calm, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Murong Fu smiled slightly and said: "My lord, Murong Fu, what just happened surprised me very much. I don't know how I got here."

When Duan Lang heard these words, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

He didn't understand how Murong Fu came here, nor did he understand his purpose.

He was silent for a moment, and then said: "Since you are here, why not stay and watch the competition. The competition here is very exciting."

Murong Fu nodded and agreed to stay and watch the competition for a while. Although his heart was full of confusion and confusion, he knew that now was not the time to ask questions. He must first understand the conditions of this world before he can find a way to leave.

Duan Lang smiled slightly and turned back to resume his life. He was still full of doubts about Murong Fu's origin, but he knew that now was not the time to ask further questions.

Suddenly, a rush of footsteps broke the silence on the field.

A man in black broke into the hall of Tianxiahui, his eyes full of anger and hatred.

There was an exclamation of exclamation from the crowd.

"Who is it? How dare you break into the Tianxia Conference!" A warrior shouted loudly.

The man in black didn't answer. He stared straight at Xiong Ba on the high platform.

He held a sharp sword tightly in his hand, and the tip of the sword flashed with cold light.

"Xiong Ba, if you kill my brother, I will come to take your life today!" The man in black shouted, his voice full of anger and hatred.

There was an uproar on the field.

All eyes were focused on the man in black.

Xiong Ba's face changed, and a trace of surprise and anger flashed in his eyes.

"Who are you? How dare you make trouble in my world!" he shouted coldly.

The man in black didn't answer, there was only hatred and determination in his eyes.

He slowly walked towards the high platform, pointing the long sword tightly at Xiong Ba.

The warriors on the field drew their swords one after another, preparing to step forward to stop him.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly rushed out of the crowd.

That person was Bu Jingyun.

His eyes flashed with shock and realization.

"Uncle, is that you?" He whispered to himself in a low voice that only he could hear, his voice full of shock and disbelief.

The man in black's body shook, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He looked at Bu Jingyun, the expression on his face almost frozen.

Why is Bu Jingyun here?

At this moment, Murong Fu stood in the crowd, silently observing this scene.

There was a trace of thought and vigilance in his eyes.

He knew that this scene was no accident, and there must be some major secret hidden behind it.

He couldn't help but have a premonition in his heart that the story of this world had just begun.

At this moment, there was a trace of hesitation in Huo Lie's eyes, but he soon regained his determination.

He did not recognize Bu Jingyun, but continued to rush towards Xiong Ba.

Bu Jingyun's face turned pale, and his heart was filled with pain and struggle.

He knew that he could not stop his uncle's revenge, but he also could not watch his uncle die.

The atmosphere on the field became increasingly tense, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Huo Lie.