Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

"I'm coming!" Another man shouted.

He went up to the stage and started fighting with Wei Han.

However, he was no match for Wei Han and was defeated.

Next, contestants from all walks of life also took the stage.

For a moment, the sound of gold and iron echoed throughout the arena.

Feng Xinglie looked around and said in a loud voice: "Brother Murong, it will be up to my younger brother to win the championship for you and win the beauty back."

"Then thank you, Brother Feng." Murong Fu replied with a smile.

He didn't want to trouble Feng Xinglie either.

But the group of people in front of him really made him less interested in taking action.

It's better to be quiet and be a bystander.

"Pfft!"

While several people were talking, a bloody scene appeared on the stage.

The tower-like man seen at the door earlier was stabbed through the left abdomen with a sword and kicked off the ring.

"Brother!!" A woman quickly ran towards Cheng Kang who fell down and glared at the people on the stage.

"My brother has obviously given up, why do you still want to kill him?"

Standing on the stage at this time was a young man with an arrogant expression and a pale face.

He looked down at Cheng Kang's sister Cheng Li and said disdainfully:

"It is inevitable that there will be some casualties in the competition."

"The fact that he dared to come up means that he is not afraid of death. Wouldn't it be normal for me to kill him?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place immediately became silent.

Zong Yue frowned slightly, coughed dryly and said:

"This young master is right!"

"It's just that a martial arts contest and a blind date are a happy event, but it would be a bad thing if someone died."

The pale young man said nonchalantly: "Really?"

"When it comes to the next person, I'll be gentle."

Zong Yue's face turned ugly when he heard this. He looked at the young man in front of him and asked, "You still don't know your surname?"

The pale young man laughed "haha" and said, "You are really weird."

"You have to ask for your name in a martial arts competition?"

Zong Yue was stunned, looked back at Shang Liang, and saw him shaking his head.

Can't help but feel strange.

They carefully selected the guest list this time.

He didn't know the person in front of him, and Shang Liang didn't know him.

That explains something.

The other party entered the table secretly.

If so, this young man is most likely here to cause trouble.

"How brave." Zong Yue rolled his eyes, guessed seven or eight, raised his hands and said: "May I ask my brother Gao's name and what sect he belongs to?"

The pale young man laughed long and loudly, shocking the entire audience.

It made everyone feel uncomfortable.

Those with weak skills are even more upset and want to vent.

Murong Fu glanced at the opponent and walked straight to the ring

Looking at Cheng Li who was holding Cheng Kang and looking helpless, she knelt down and said:

"Let me try and see if I can stop his bleeding."

As if she had found a life-saving straw, Cheng Li grabbed Murong Fu's hand and said:

"If you can save my brother, Cheng Li is willing to be a slave and serve as a maid."

Murong Fu glanced at Cheng Li, who was pretty, and shook his head:

"No need!"

"I think your brother has good qualifications and may be of great use in the future."

Cheng Li was stunned. Although her brother was good at martial arts, he was as timid as a mouse.

This sentence can be used greatly, but it is really not suitable to be used on him.

However, as long as he can be revived, it is better than anything else.

"Haha, he was not hit by my sword. Unless the King of Hell comes, no one can save him." The pale young man said proudly.

When Cheng Li heard this, her face turned pale, and her heart was filled with despair.

But he saw Murong Fu chuckle and say, "King of Hell?"

Then he pressed his hand near Cheng Kang's wound.

Immediately, he used a quick technique to stop his brother's bleeding.

What others could not see was that Murong Fu turned his spiritual power into countless spider threads and penetrated into the body to heal his injuries.

I don't know how many breaths passed by, but Cheng Kang, who was on the verge of death, shook violently a few times.

Then, like a drowning person, he sucked in air frantically.

"What's going on? He's saved!"

"It seems true!"

"Who is this person? He actually brought back a dying person?"

…

The audience in the audience were all curious about Murong Fu's identity.

Then he saw Gu Zixian, who was rarely moved by things, blinking her beautiful eyes while sitting on the stage.

He cast a curious look at Murong Fu.

Cheng Li looked at Cheng Kang who had come back to life and kept thanking Murong Fu.

Murong Fu shook his head and said, "Although I rescued him."

"But the injuries in his body are still there. You need to find a doctor with good medical skills to treat him again."

Cheng Li nodded to indicate that she understood, and Gu Qianlian was also at this time.

Several servants were called and asked to bring Cheng Kang to the house for treatment.

"Who are you? How dare you interfere in my young master's affairs?" the pale young man asked.

Murong Fu smiled and said casually: "Maybe I am the King of Hell?"

"Hello, you are very good! I remember you." The pale young man said fiercely.

Murong Fu calmly sat back down and continued to sip tea as if nothing happened.

Seeing this, Zong Yue stopped entangled and asked, "Everyone, who will challenge this young master?"

Feng Xinglie just saw that the pale young man was disrespectful to Murong Fu, and he felt angry in his heart.

Seeing no one challenging the other party, he shouted: "I'll do it!"

Before anyone could see him clearly, he had already appeared on the ring.

"Xing Lie?" Zong Yue was the first to recognize Feng Xinglie and was a little surprised.

Feng Xinglie said politely: "Feng Xinglie has met the deputy sect master."

Zong Yue shook his head and said with a smile: "You are here

Feng Xinglie stood the spear beside him and said loudly to the audience:...

"I'm here, Feng Xinglie!"

"I am not on stage this time just to gain popularity for myself."

"But for my big brother..."

As he spoke, he raised his palms to make an introduction and continued: "Marry the beautiful lady!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience immediately exclaimed, thinking that this matter was unreasonable.

The pale young man was even more unhappy and said:

"Who is your eldest brother and why can he let you fight on your behalf?"

Feng Xinglie turned back to look at the other person and said coldly: "Because my eldest brother is too strong. A person like you is not worthy of fighting against him."

Everyone had just witnessed the strange swordsmanship of the pale young man.

It's not that there are no younger generations who can beat him, but there won't be many.

It can be seen that Feng Xinglie is so determined, the man below is stronger than the pale boy.

Isn't that what it means.

The heroic warrior below has reached the peak of a master's level.

Zong Yue on the side knew Feng Xinglie very well and could make him willing to call him eldest brother.

It can't be a simple thing.

Maybe he is the core disciple of which sect.

Or it’s okay to pass it on to people in this world.

Thinking of this, there was a hint of displeasure on his face.

Among the [Evil Sect], he is the only one who can compete with himself for the position of sect leader.

Only Li Ruohai, his own disciple, is qualified.

If he hugged his thigh, wouldn't he become his own worst enemy?

My heart suddenly felt like all kinds of food.

His eyes couldn't help but fall on the pale young man, hoping that he was strong enough to solve this trouble for him.

"Haha, now that you two are on stage, let's get started!"