Ouyang Feng's eyes narrowed, he took a deep look at Murong Fu, and then shook his head, "Who knows whether he's bragging or not. After all, it's a question that cannot be proven."
"Then Mr. Ouyang, how do you think your current martial arts compares to Wang Chongyang back then?"
Ouyang Feng pondered for a while, "He is slightly better than he was during the first Huashan sword debate." Then he sighed, "But if he can survive until now, it will be great if I can remain undefeated!"
"Oh?" Murong Fu was also a little surprised. Even a man as arrogant as Ouyang Feng would admit that he could only remain undefeated. It seems that Wang Chongyang's martial arts is indeed unfathomable and he deserves to be the best in the world.
It's just that Wang Chongyang practiced authentic Taoist internal skills, which nourished health and Qi, and led to a long life. How could he die so early?
Murong Fu was confused for a moment and turned to look at Ouyang Feng, only to see him looking at Yang Guo in the courtyard, lost in thought.
Murong Fu thought for a moment and then he understood, "Why don't you recognize Mr. Ouyang?"
Ouyang Feng shook his head and said nothing, his expression extremely complicated. When he was crazy, he accidentally recognized Yang Guo as his adopted son. Now that he regained consciousness, he remembered that his son Ouyang Ke was killed by Yang Guo's biological father, Yang Kang.
The son of his enemy was supposed to be crushed to ashes, but the father-son relationship between him and Yang Guo was unforgettable for Ouyang Feng, who had always been ruthless and unkind. For a while, he didn't know how to face Yang Guo.
Suddenly a question came to mind. Yang Guo should have recognized Ouyang Feng a long time ago, but he didn't mention it at all. He couldn't help but glance at Yang Guo.
Ouyang Feng's mind was racing. When he saw Murong Fu's expression was different, he guessed what he was thinking, "You don't have to guess, I didn't let him recognize it."
Murong Fu smiled casually, "I wonder what Mr. Ouyang wants from me?"
Ouyang Feng pondered for a while, "Then I'll tell you straight. I ask Master Murong not to interfere in the two competitions tomorrow. You can make whatever conditions you have."
Murong Fu was slightly startled. He didn't expect Ouyang Feng to say these words. He knew that Ouyang Feng came to him for tomorrow's competition, but he didn't expect Ouyang Feng to go straight to the point and ask him to make conditions.
It's a pity that the agreement with Huang Rong came first, otherwise we could have squeezed some benefits from Ouyang Feng.
Murong Fu shook his head, "What did Mr. Ouyang say? I am from the Song Dynasty. This competition is related to the destiny of the country, so it is my duty to do so."
Ouyang Feng laughed and said, "Although you are not very discreet in your actions, I have seen countless people, and I can tell at a glance that you are the kind of person who puts interests first."
Murong Fu still shook his head, "Unfortunately, I had a transaction with Huang Rong before, and this move is also within the scope of transaction."
"What benefits has she given you? I can give you more!"
Murong Fu rolled his eyes at Ouyang Feng and didn't even look at himself in the mirror. She was unparalleled in beauty and had so much to offer. How could you, a bad old man, compare to her?
He said: "Mr. Ouyang has misunderstood. Although I value interests more, I also have my own principles."
Ouyang Feng's eyes narrowed, "Do you really want to help Huang Rong against me?"
Murong Fu laughed and said, "Sir, you are serious. I have no grudges with you in the past, and we have no grudges in the recent past. We just met by chance this time. There may be opportunities for cooperation next time!"
Ouyang Feng's expression changed, and after a while he said, "Well, I'm actually looking forward to fighting you for the second time."
After saying that, he turned around and left. Based on Ouyang Feng's thinking, it was not difficult to guess that Huang Rong would let Murong Fu confront him.
After Ouyang Feng left, Murong Fu fell into the small courtyard. Yang Guo glanced at Murong Fu, got up and left.
Murong Fu was moved in his heart and said, "You seem to have some objections to me?"
Yang Guo paused, "Don't dare!"
Murong Fu smiled and said, "Do you really want to hit me?"
Yang Guo suddenly turned around and hummed softly, "So what?"
Murong Fu had a sarcastic expression on his face, "It's nothing, it's just that your martial arts skills are low and you can only think about it."
Yang Guo's face turned red and he almost wanted to do something, but he knew in his heart that Murong Fu was very powerful in martial arts and that taking action now would only bring humiliation to himself, so he forced himself to endure it.
Murong Fu stimulated again: "I really want to take action, but I don't dare. I don't even have the courage. Why do I like Long Er?"
The stagnant energy in Yang Guo's chest was so heavy that he could hardly breathe. He roared angrily and punched Murong Fu in the face.
Murong Fu smiled slightly and said, "That's right. You should vent your anger when you have it, otherwise sooner or later you will have evil thoughts and become possessed."
As he spoke, Yang Guo's fist was ejected.
Yang Guo stepped forward again, using all his strength, he punched several times in succession, the wind of the punches whistling, but his fists were always blocked by an invisible wall of energy half a foot in front of Murong Fu.
"Bang, bang, bang..." Yang Guo punched dozens of times, his fists were painful, but he still couldn't break through Murong Fu's wall of zhenqi, and he couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.
Murong Fu shook his head and said, "You are not very good at fists and kicks. Try weapons."
Yang Guo was stunned for a moment, then he jumped back into the room to get a long sword. Seeing that Murong Fu was unarmed, he couldn't help but ask: "Where is your weapon?"
"Who said the weapon must be a sword!" He said and raised his fingers.
Yang Guo also said that Murong Fu looked down on him, and became angrier in his heart. He used the "Wandering World" move to swing his sword straight. This move seemed to be a straight strike, but in fact the sword blade was slightly slanted. If the enemy raised the sword to the crossbar, the sword blade would spin straight and straight.
Cut off the enemy's sword hand.
Murong Fu knew the swordsmanship of Jade Girl very well, so he would not be fooled. He stretched out his two fingers from the lower right side of the sword, lightly touched the sword body, and the long sword immediately deflected away. Then he turned his fingertips slightly and pointed.
Yang Guo throat.
Yang Guo saw that although those two fingers were still two or three feet away from his throat, he felt a strong sword intent out of thin air, as if they were really long swords, and he couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring.
Murong Fu said coldly: "What's the matter? If this was my real sword, you would be dead!"
Yang Guo thought for a moment and slashed his sword horizontally, forcing Murong Fu to return to his defense.
Murong Fu ignored the long sword that was slashing at his ribs, and pressed his fingers downward slightly, pointing at Yang Guo's "Tanzhong point".
Yang Guo thought to himself, he doesn't have a sword in his hand, so he can't hurt me. If I cut it with my sword, I can make him more powerful. Let's see if he still dares to look down on me. He thought about it and kept cutting it straight.
Murong Fu did not dodge or even move, but before Yang Guojian touched Murong Fu, he actually felt a slight sting in the "Tanzhong point" and couldn't help but take a step back with a horrified look on his face.
"Hmph, I can't even control the attack distance of my sword moves, and I still want to hurt others." It turned out that when Yang Guo slashed Murong Fu's ribs at an angle just now, he suddenly felt that the distance was a little different, and he couldn't help but lean forward, and was hit by Murong Fu's attack.
Stung by the sword's will.
Although Murong Fu has not fully understood the sword intention, he has cultivated the Six Meridians Divine Sword and can still forcibly release the sword intention for several feet, but it is of little use when encountering an expert.
If Yang Guo realized something, he raised his long sword lightly and floated forward. The tip of the sword touched Murong Fu's lower body.