After observing for a while, Lu Kun saw that Murong Fu was just staring at him with unconscious eyes, as if he had really exhausted his energy. Then he felt relieved and secretly scolded himself for being too careful. Besides, this kid had no sword in his hand, so what was there to be afraid of?

Lu Kun stepped forward and stabbed Murong Fu with a sword. But Murong Fu suddenly sat up and gestured with his left and right hands at the same time.

Lu Kun paused first and remembered that this gesture was what Murong Fu had gestured before when he fled, "Hmph, I still want to lie to me."

Lu Kun snorted coldly and continued to stab Murong Fu, but he did not realize that the blood of the sword had not occurred. Murong Fu stood opposite each other inch apart, and the energy between his palms was unstable, just pressing against the tip of the sword.

Then Murong Fu pushed forward with force, and the sword turned and stabbed Lu Kun at an incredible angle. "Ah", Lu Kun exclaimed, and was stabbed before he could react.

A hint of joy flashed in Murong Fu's eyes, and then another wave of despair. Lu Kun was not dead yet. It turned out that the sword just now was slightly less powerful and angled.

Murong Fu felt cold in his heart and collapsed on the ground. This time he was really exhausted. He had just used a move to move the stars, draining all his true energy, and even though he still had it, he did not kill Lu Kun. Now his whole body was powerless, his meridians were throbbing, and he had no ability to resist at all.

Lu Kun was also scared to death. The sword turned around inexplicably. If the young man had no strength, the tip of the sword had only entered less than two inches of flesh and deviated from his heart, he would probably have died now.

The more he thought about it, the more he became more and more scared. Lu Kun didn't even dare to move forward easily. He just stopped bleeding, stepped back and stared at Murong Fu about a meter away.

A quarter of an hour later, Lu Kun picked up the long sword and slowly walked towards Murong Fu, who was like a corpse. Murong Fu's heart flashed with thoughts. He died too quickly in his previous life and felt nothing, but now he clearly felt the arrival of the god of death, and he felt a little fear.

But it was more unwilling to accept it. After finally traveling through time once, he had not left his own traces in this world. He just died like this, and he still died at the hands of such a small character at the supporting level. He really died before he could succeed...

It’s ridiculous that I had previously commented on Murong Fu’s bad luck in the original work, so how could he help me? Foresight is not omnipotent.

Lu Kun's sword was getting closer and closer. Murong Fu became more and more unwilling to accept it. He actually developed a little strength out of thin air. He gritted his teeth and jumped into the river.

Murong Fu felt dizzy as soon as he entered the water. The last thought in his heart was that even if he died, he could not die in the hands of such a small little girl.

It hurts! It's sour, itchy and painful! I don't know how long it took, but Murong Fu gradually woke up from a coma and felt ants crawling and biting all over his body, sore and weak.

Thinking of all the previous things, Murong Fu was delighted: "I saved my life again."

Where is this? Murong Fu opened his eyes and began to slowly look around, and his vision was a little blurred for a moment.

This seemed to be a wooden house with some hay hanging around it sparsely, which was very dirty. I was lying on a small bed, my clothes were torn, and it seemed that someone was smearing something on my body.

Murong Fu was shocked and his eyes gradually became clear. When he saw that the person in front of him was the little beggar yesterday, he breathed inexplicably relieved.

"Did you save me? Thank you. After I recover, I will give you countless money so that you don't have to be a beggar anymore."

Murong Fu was so grateful to this little beggar. If it weren't for him, he might have traveled back again. At the same time, he also sighed secretly that he was really drinking and pecking, could it be the previous decision?

When the little beggar saw Murong Fu wake up, a light flashed in his eyes and then dimmed. He took out a handful of unknown leaves from the side, put them in his mouth and chewed them, then spit them out and applied them to Murong Fu's wound.

Murong Fu guessed that this should be a herb. It seemed that the effect was quite good. The wound on his body was itchy. He knew that this was a reaction to the wound healing.

"Your herb is effective, give me more."

The little beggar did not say a word, applied the herbs and turned around and left. Murong Fu looked at the little beggar's back, "Is it a mute?"

Thinking back on this incident, Murong Fu was also very scared. He almost hanged it in the hands of two dragon suits, which was simply a shame for a time traveler.

Suddenly I was a little confused and a little nervous. Since I traveled through time, I have always felt unrealistic, like a dream. I always thought that I was familiar with the plot and had a mentality of playing this world as a game.

Now I realize that I am extremely unfamiliar with this world, as if a mayfly between heaven and earth, if a little careless will also be destroyed.

The pained sword wound on his body, the fear of facing death before, told him that this was a complex and real world.

Murong Fu used his internal strength, but his Dantian did not react at all. He only felt severe pain in his meridians. After checking, he found that the meridians in his body were almost completely broken.

In fact, it is extremely difficult to cultivate the second level of Dou Zhuang and Star Movement with Murong Fu's internal strength. Even in his heyday, he cannot use it at will. Moreover, it was a miracle that the true qi in his body was less than 10% of it, and it was a miracle that he would not return to death on the spot.

Murong Fu was shocked. Martial arts were the foundation of his foothold in this world and could not be misunderstood. Now that the meridians were completely cut off and could not be practiced, what was the difference between becoming a useless person? Suddenly, it seemed that he had returned to the beginning of time travel, and he felt discouraged.

"It's all that damn Ding Dian, who is desperate to save him! Don't let me meet you in the future, otherwise..."

Murong Fu paused and smiled bitterly, "What else can you do? Ding Dian will be destined to be a peerless martial arts in the future. But I... huh?"

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Murong Fu's mind, as if some important information had been ignored.

After a while, Murong Fu suddenly realized, but he remembered that Ding Dian's tendons were broken and he became a peerless master. Isn't it just because of the Shenzhao Sutra? I think this Shenzhao Sutra will have miraculous effects on treating meridians!

Now the Shenzhao Sutra is in his mind, why not try practicing it! I immediately closed my eyes and practiced the Shenzhao Sutra.

Combined with the essence of what Mei Niansheng said, and Murong Fu has excellent qualifications, just one hour later, the broken meridians have a slight numbness and itching, which is slowly repairing.

Murong Fu was overjoyed. It turned out that the Shenzhao meridian was not the same as other internal strengths. He could perform exercises without relying on meridians and could also treat meridians in reverse, but I don’t know whether other internal injuries are effective.

This incident also taught Murong Fu a lesson. He used to think about the Beiming Divine Arts and did not care about the Murong family's internal skills and mental methods, so he has not been very diligent in practicing internal skills.

You must not be too ambitious in the future. There is still a long way to go before you reach Wuliang Mountain. Saving your life is the most important thing.
Chapter completed!