When Murong Fu Met Yuan Suiyun

The blue-robed old man suddenly shouted: "No, no, I've been waiting for ten years this time, and I'm already very anxious. Now I've come so far away, how can I not fight? Children, sit down and watch me fight!"

With a split of his hands, he tore off two sleeves, and while the sleeves were flying, he turned around and punched the man in the yellow shirt.

The fist wind was strong and unparalleled, the man in the yellow shirt smiled and said, "Can't you wait until I stand up to fight again?"

Murong Fu couldn't help exclaiming in surprise, who would have thought that the old man in blue robe could suddenly stop his fist at such a critical moment, and shouted: "Get up!" After the fist stopped, the strong wind of the fist suddenly became inexhaustible without a trace.

He was able to train his fist style into something tangible, this kung fu is truly appalling, Murong Fu secretly wondered: "Who are these two?"

The man in the yellow shirt stood up slowly, patted the dust on his clothes slowly, and said leisurely: "This time you actually compete in boxing, it's really rare!"

The blue-robed old man laughed loudly and said, "Fist and kick first, then fight with weapons!"

Between laughter, he punched himself out again.

The man in the yellow shirt shrank back a foot, waved his hands and said, "Come on, take it easy, is it going to be beaten until you can't lift your hands again this time?"

The blue-robed old man laughed and said, "Old monster, you guessed it right again!"

The man in the yellow shirt said: "Okay!"

As soon as the word "good" came out of his mouth, he suddenly floated back, slapped the blue-robed old man on the shoulder lightly, and said with a light smile: "Old Taoist priest, you have been fooled again!"

In just eight words, he has already made dozens of palms, but seeing the shadows of his palms erratic, colorful and dense, like a spider web, the blue-robed old man was wrapped up in an instant.

One must know that in the competition between masters, once the opportunity is taken first, it has a great relationship.

Murong Fu saw the blue-robed old man's first move, his smile was straightened, his face was solemn, but later he could only see the shadows of his palms, and he couldn't see his face clearly anymore.

Within hundreds of strokes, the blue-robed old man was trapped by the spider web and silk-like palms, and he couldn't even use his punches. Sometimes he punched, but he was tripped back halfway through the punch.I saw the figure of the man in the yellow shirt getting smaller and smaller, and gradually turned into a faint palm shadow, wrapping around the tall and mighty body of the old man in the blue robe!

Murong Fu's heart skipped a beat, he suddenly found that the palm technique of the man in yellow was somewhat similar to that of Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, he was surprised and excited at the same time, he just watched intently.

Seeing the understanding, I felt a sense of comfort in my heart, and I couldn't help dancing with my hands and feet, and I had already forgotten all about grief, anger, fatigue, and hunger.

The man in the yellow shirt has changed several palm techniques, his moves are weird and his movements are erratic, never seen in martial arts.

Murong Fu was fascinated by watching, suddenly heard the old man in blue robe shout loudly, the man in yellow shirt let out a long laugh, the two figures suddenly separated.

The man in the yellow shirt laughed loudly, "Is that enough?"

The blue-robed old man took a breath, and laughed out loud, "Enough!"

Murong Fu only felt the glare of the sun for a while, only then did he realize that the two of them had fought all night, now the sky was full of sunlight and it was almost noon.

The blue-robed old man wiped the sweat from his forehead with his backhand, walked up to Murong Fu, and said with a big smile, "Little friend, have you seen enough?"

Murong Fu said: "I've often heard people say that when masters of the martial arts practice martial arts, their moves must become slower and slower, and they will even think about it for a long time before making a move. It will never be like the two of you, when you have a dramatic battle, you will immediately attack and attack." stop.

The blue-robed old man laughed and said, "So you haven't seen enough."

The man in the yellow shirt interjected: "If you fight for your life, you must decide whether to win or lose. When two people's martial arts are equal, they will fight slower and slower as you said. But when I fight with him, the situation is very different. , just treat fighting as a pastime game."

The blue-robed old man laughed and said, "It's just because I have too few chances to fight, so I take fighting as a pastime."

Murong Fu said: "Do you still want to fight?"

The old man in blue robe said with a smile: "You haven't seen enough, and I haven't beaten enough! When my grandchildren come, I will naturally beat them again!" Before he finished speaking, he sat down, closed his eyes and regained his composure.

16

When the two of them were sitting upright and adjusting their breathing, Murong Fu realized that he hadn't had water or rice for two days.

Fang waited to go down the mountain to find some food and drink some water, but suddenly heard a strange sound from the bottom of the mountain, like the panting of a herd of cattle, rising and falling, getting thicker and closer, and even reached the bottom of the rock.

He was startled, he was afraid that some kind of strange beast had come from the barren mountains, but the old man in blue robe had already opened his eyes and said joyfully, "Here it is!"

Murong Fu saw several blue-clothed youths sweating profusely, panting and running up.

The four people in front were carrying a few bamboo basket food boxes in their hands, while the two people behind were carrying a black iron utensil, about three feet long, with an iron handle at the tip that was only seven or eight inches long.

The man in the yellow shirt smiled slightly and said, "It really is here again!"

The six big men in blue prostrated themselves on the ground together, with a sound of "Dang", the iron objects collided with the rocks, causing sparks to fly everywhere.

The blue-robed old man frowned and scolded: "Idiots, did you crawl here?"

A young man in blue said in a panic, "I will change horses and ride on flying horses, and come all the way, I dare not delay for a moment."

The old man in blue snorted, and said: "Go down the mountain quickly, if you dare to peek on the mountain, I will goug your eyes." The young men in blue agreed and flew down the mountain.

Although the old man's clothes are very tattered, the blue clothes worn by these young men are all made of brocade.

Murong Fu couldn't help but mention that strange weapon, it actually weighs a hundred catties, the heaviest weapon in the world is probably not half as heavy.

The blue-robed old man was already on the ground, started chewing, and said with a smile: "Little friend, come over here, watch the battle when you are full."

Murong Fu saw that the dishes in the food box were very delicate, and the wine was even clearer.

He was already very hungry, but due to the affection of the children of the aristocratic family, he also ate slowly.

But the blue-robed old man was in a turmoil. A chicken was turned into a pile of broken bones in an instant in his hands, and the yellow-shirted man was only shallow.

After the four food boxes listed above and the food and wine in the four baskets were all eaten, the blue-robed old man stopped, reached out to touch his stomach, and said, "Little friend, are you full?"

Murong Fu cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for treating me."

The old man in blue robe didn't make a sound, just grabbed the weapon and swung it casually.The sound of the wind swept over, and the bamboo baskets and cups on the ground were all swept aside.

The blue-robed old man laughed loudly and said, "Little friend, do you know what kind of weapon this is?"

Murong Fu said: "I don't know!"

The blue-robed old man wondered, "Why don't you ask?"

One who is good at martial arts, if he sees a weapon he doesn't know, no matter who it is, he can't help but ask.

Murong Fu smiled slightly and said: "Although my martial arts are not as good as the two of you, I still have some background in my family. If I ask you about the origin of this weapon, I will definitely be able to guess who you are..."

The blue-robed old man wondered, "Isn't it good to guess?"

Murong Fu said: "Your martial arts are ten times better than mine, so you must be a martial arts senior. If I know who you are, and make friends with you, wouldn't I become a follower of power? You don't know me, and neither do I. You, if we are together, we will be friends, and if we divide, we will leave on our own, wouldn't it be a pleasure?"

With Murong Fu's character, he will definitely give his name and make friends with him.But among the mountains and forests, the two seniors treated him so sincerely, he actually felt a feeling of knowing each other, and he didn't want to act like he used to.He made up his mind that if the two seniors really did not give up, it would be great to be friends, if he was not qualified to be with them, he would go down the mountain by himself in the end.

The blue-robed old man stayed silent for a long while, then sighed: "Little friend, let me tell you, if you are as stubborn as you are, you will always suffer."

Murong Fu was also stunned for a while, thinking of his experience with Yuan Suiyun, his heart suddenly felt sad and sad, which all showed in his eyes.

The blue-robed old man stared at him for a while, then suddenly turned around.

The man in the yellow shirt also looked away from Murong Fu, and said with a smile: "I haven't tasted your 97-jin hammer for ten years, now..."

The blue-robed old man laughed loudly and said, "Now you can taste it happily, kid, raise your head quickly and see the majesty of my hammer!"

Murong Fu raised his head.

I saw the man in the yellow shirt slowly untie a strip of silk from his waist, and actually used this one-two-heavy silk strip to confront the hundred-jin hammer

Murong Fu couldn't help being shocked and said: "Is this your weapon?"

The man in the yellow shirt smiled and said: "His iron hammer is the most powerful weapon in the world. It is said that in the Warring States period in the past, the hero Zhu Hai of the Wei State, and the Lord of Xinling Wei Wuji raised troops to rescue Zhao, and it was all thanks to the hero Zhu Hai. Zhui, Zhui killed Jin Bi, thinking that the general of Jin, who commanded a hundred thousand soldiers, must also be a hero with unstoppable courage, but he couldn't stop Zhu Hai's attack, what a hammer this is Prestige, how domineering?"

The blue-robed old man laughed and said: "Old monster, you really belong to me. You know the origin of my weapon better than me."

The man in the yellow shirt smiled slightly and said: "Although there are many types of weapons in the world, this hammer is the most powerful and powerful thing. Even if it is a famous sword or a sword, it will suffer a disadvantage when encountering this kind of weapon. Only I, this thread, It can't be broken, it can't be broken, it can be called the most soft and yin weapon in the world, soft can overcome hard, I seem to have suffered a lot, but in fact I took advantage of it, you know?"

The blue-robed old man laughed loudly and said, "You are very frank!"

The man in the yellow shirt said with a smile: "For such a frank young man, I naturally have to be more frank! To you..." The thread suddenly flew up, sweeping across the eyes of the blue-robed old man.

The blue-robed old man shouted loudly: "Hey, did this old man fall for your trap again?" Amidst the loud shouts, the figures of the two intertwined, anxious as lightning.

The thread in the palm of the man in the yellow shirt danced around, never leaving the ears and eyes of the old man in the blue robe!

The blue-robed old man only felt the yellow shadow flickering in front of him, and the wind whistled in his ears, but he couldn't see the opponent's figure, nor could he hear the movement of the opponent's figure.

He had a hundred-jin hammer in his hand, but he couldn't hit it for a while, he just wanted to get rid of the thread in front of him, but the thread was like a spirit snake wrapped around him, he couldn't get rid of it!

Murong Fu was terrified when he saw it, suddenly he heard the blue-robed old man snarl, and shouted: "I'm so mad!" He backhanded and hit his own sky spirit!

If this vertebra is hit, even the iron man will be crushed!

Murong Fu's heart was shaken, he exclaimed, and suddenly stood up.

The man in the yellow shirt couldn't help being startled, he shook his wrist anxiously, and saw silk threads twisting like spirit snakes, wrapping around the hammer.