Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

"Sir, Murong Fu is not a trivial matter. If we act rashly, I'm afraid..."

A subordinate spoke cautiously, but before he could finish his words, he was blocked by Dugu Ming's gaze.

"Afraid of what? Afraid that Murong Fu will fight back, or that you so-called warriors will lose their lives?"

Dugu Ming sneered, "If you don't even have this courage, what qualifications do you have to stand in front of me?"

At the same time, in a market in Wushuang City, people gathered together and talked in low voices.

"Have you heard that Dugu Mansion is getting more and more rampant now, and we don't know what kind of crime we will be punished for!"

"Alas, Wushuang City has become more and more outrageous over the years. I don't know if ordinary people like us can still live and work here in peace and contentment."

"It would be great if someone could really stand up and make decisions for us oppressed people..."

People’s words are full of helplessness and anger, but more importantly, a deep sense of powerlessness...

the other side.

In a majestic palace on Tiexin Island, the three major disciples Huai Kong, Huai Mie and Bai Ling gathered together, their faces looking extremely solemn.

"Have you heard? There is news that Dugu Yifang may have been killed by Murong Fu." Huai Kong broke the silence, with a trace of imperceptible shock in his eyes.

Huai Mie frowned, "Murong Fu? That guy with mysterious power? Isn't he afraid of angering Wushuang City?"...

Bai Ling shook her head gently, "Murong Fu has always been an elusive person. He always has his reasons for doing things. But this time, he seems to have gone too far."

Huai Kong stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the sea in the distance, "No matter what his reasons are, Murong Fu's actions this time will trigger a bloody storm."

"Should our Tiexin Island intervene?"

Huai Mie and Bai Ling looked at each other and saw the hesitation in the other's eyes.

"This matter is big or small."

"If Murong Fu really killed Dugu Yifang, then he must have a bigger conspiracy behind him."

Huai Mie finally spoke, "But if we intervene now, I'm afraid it will make things more complicated."

Bai Ling nodded, "I agree with Huai Mie. The best way now is to wait and see."

"When things really develop out of control, it won't be too late for us to make a decision."

Huai Kong turned around, looked at the two of them, and finally nodded, "Okay, then it's better to wait and see first."

"But we must strengthen intelligence collection. I always feel that this is just the calm before the storm."

All three of them felt a chill!

at the same time.

In a dark secret room in the Wushen Jue Palace, several Guishara disciples wearing black robes and iron masks sat around a stone table.

There was an oil lamp on the table, and the dim light made their masks look even more eerie.

"There are rumors recently that Dugu Yifang was killed by Murong Fu. Do you think it is possible?" A disciple said, his voice coming out through the iron mask, which seemed a bit sharp.

Another disciple shook his head gently, "Although Murong Fu is extraordinary in strength, he should understand the consequences of killing Dugu Yifang."

"Unless he has a bigger agenda, it would be reckless."

"Maybe he just wanted to stir up trouble and cause greater chaos."

"In this way, he will have a chance to implement his plan." The former disciple added, his fingers tapping the stone table unconsciously, as if thinking about something.

"Then how should we, Wushenjue Palace, respond? Should we side with Murong Fu, or..." However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by another person.

"We, Wu Shen Jue Gong, have always kept a low profile and do not easily get involved in disputes between Jianghu and Jianghu."

"The best way now is to wait and see and wait for the situation to develop further."

The voice of the ghost that was discussed at the beginning was extremely calm, as if he had seen through everything.

Another disciple said, "You are right, what we need most now is more information. Only with enough information can we make wise decisions."

The three of them looked at each other and saw the determination in each other's eyes.

No matter how things develop between Murong Fu and Dugu Yifang, they both know that Wushen Juegong can no longer remain a bystander.

"That's it. We'll wait and see for the time being, but we must strengthen our intelligence collection on Murong Fu and Wushuang City. If there are any new developments, report them immediately." One of them finally concluded.

The three stood up, each left the secret room, and merged into the never-ending shadow of Wushenjue Palace.

On the other side, in Wushuang City.

In front of the gate of Murong Mansion, a group of servants from Dugu Mansion appeared in a mighty manner.

They wore uniform armor, held spears, and were menacing.

At the front of the team, a servant wearing a silver helmet shouted loudly: "Murong Fu, get out of here!"

Hearing this sudden shouting, there was an uproar at the door of Murong Mansion.

Qian Tong was originally chatting with several subordinates. When he heard this shout, his face changed with fright, and he rushed into the house almost peeing.

"No, something bad has happened!" Qian Tong panted and ran to Murong Fu's study. He didn't even bother to knock on the door and opened the door directly.

Murong Fu was sitting at his desk studying an ancient book. Hearing Qian Tong's loss of composure, he frowned and said, "Qian Tong, what's wrong with you? What's the big deal that makes you so panicked?"

"Sir, the servants of Dugu Mansion are here. They are shouting at the door, asking you to go out and challenge!" Qian Tong said, taking out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his forehead.

Murong Fu put down the book in his hand and stood up, "Dugu Mansion? Could they finally bear it?"

Qian Tong couldn't help but ask: "Sir, what should we do now?"

He smiled softly and suddenly murmured something. An imperceptible stream of air floated out of his mouth, passed through the window, and passed directly to the door.

"Get out of here! Let Dugu Ming come over if you can!" The message clearly rang in the ears of every servant in Dugu Mansion.

The servants of Dugu Mansion outside the door looked at each other in shock when they heard this sudden voice transmission, and were at a loss for a moment.

Although they didn't know what was going on, the power of the sound transmission prevented them from taking action easily.

"What the hell is this? Pretending to be a ghost!" the Silver Helmet servant said through gritted teeth, but there was a trace of unconfidence in his voice.

"Let's go back and report to your lord first. Murong Fu is not an ordinary person and cannot be easily provoked." Another servant suggested.

The Silver Helmet servant hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded, "Okay, let's go back first. But this matter will have to be resolved sooner or later. Don't Murong Fu think that this can scare us!"

The servants of Dugu Mansion left the entrance of Murong Mansion in groups, but when they left, they all had a bit of unwillingness and fear on their faces.