Ouyang Feng stood up and moved his hands and feet casually, but when he saw Murong Fu's wary look on his face, he couldn't help but roll his eyes, "I said admitting defeat means admitting defeat, and I will sneak attack you!"
Murong Fu did not dare to relax at all, and smiled coquettishly, "Senior will not sneak attack me, I am just doing it out of habit, don't mind!"
"Humph!" Ouyang Feng snorted softly. He knew that Murong Fu's words were untrue, so he no longer cared about them and asked instead: "Now can you tell me what kind of martial arts you use?"
He boasted that he had been in the world for decades, and even when facing Wang Chongyang, he never gave up easily. Not only was he defeated by a young junior today, but he also didn't even know what kind of martial arts the opponent used. For a moment, he had some doubts about his life.
Murong Fu was also secretly amused. Among the martial arts he used, the Beiming Magic of the Xiaoyao Sect had never left traces in the world. Although the Great Shift of the Universe of the Ming Sect was a famous magical skill in the world,
But Murong Fu had reached the seventh level, and there was almost no abnormality on his face when he was exercising. Ouyang Feng had never fought against Yang Dingtian, so he couldn't recognize it. Although the Duan Family's Six Meridians Divine Sword was known to the world, it was
No one has seen it.
Murong Fu smiled slightly, "Actually, senior should have guessed it!"
Ouyang Feng was furious, "Boy, if you keep trying to keep your relationship with me, I won't admit defeat just now!"
Murong Fu was shocked. He could really do such a thing. He hesitated for a moment and then said: "I am using the Dali Six Meridians Divine Sword!"
After hearing this, Ouyang Feng seemed to have thought of something, his expression changed. After a while, he looked at Murong Fu meaningfully.
"Boy, my defeat at your hands today is not unjust, but in a martial arts competition, victory or defeat is not constant. Come again next time!"
Murong Fu smiled and nodded, feeling quite disdainful, "Of course I defeated you once, and I can defeat you a second time, a third time..."
Ouyang Feng ignored Murong Fu and moved his lips slightly, but no sound came out. He didn't know who he was transmitting to. After a while, he turned around and jumped off Xuanyuan Terrace. He then jumped several times and went directly down the mountain.
Yang Guo, who was behind Huang Rong, couldn't help but softly called out, "Father..."
But at this time, there was thunderous cheers in the crowd, but no one heard it.
Jin Lun Dharma King looked anxious and shouted: "Mr. Ouyang! Mr. Ouyang!"
Behind him, Huo Du curled his lips in disdain and walked away, which was quite a big deal.
Jin Lun Dharma King called several times but received no response. He thought that I was not destined to be the leader of the martial arts alliance and it would be humiliating to stay here. He glanced at Guo Jing and Murong Fu angrily and led everyone to leave.
Yeluyan frequently looked back at Murong Fu, and Yeluqi asked in confusion: "Third sister, what's wrong?"
Yeluyan shook her head gently, "It's nothing. Murong Fu is so young, I really don't know how he can become so good!"
Yelu Qi also smiled bitterly and nodded, "Yes, I thought that I had mastered the master's true inheritance and was considered a master among the younger generation. Little did I know that compared with this Murong Fu, I am just inferior!"
Yeluyan smiled heartily, "Second brother, there is no need to belittle yourself. I think other than Murong Fu, the other younger generations may not be as good as you!"
Yeluqi sighed, "Well, Liao is currently suffering from internal and external troubles, and there are no experts to take charge. I'm afraid..."
Yeluyan touched his arm lightly and gestured slightly to Huo Du and others in front of the team. Yeluqi immediately fell silent.
Murong Fu jumped back to the table. Seeing that his face was slightly pale, Xiao Longnu hurriedly stood up and helped him, "Brother Fu, are you injured?"
Murong Fu pulled Xiao Longnu to sit down and said, "I'm fine. It's just that my energy has been exhausted. I'll just rest for a while."
Although the Six Meridians Divine Sword is powerful, it consumes too much energy. Just now, his energy has almost reached the bottom. If Ouyang Feng hadn't been forced to admit defeat, it's hard to say who would win in the end.
Huang Rong handed over a small bottle at the right time and said: "This is the Nine Flower Jade Dew Pills refined by my father. It has wonderful effects on healing injuries and restoring strength. Master Murong might as well take one pill!"
Murong Fu reached out to take it, whether intentionally or not, he even held the bottle in his hand.
Huang Rong's heart trembled, and she retracted her hand like an electric shock. She glanced at Murong Fu angrily, but seeing that he didn't seem to care, she didn't care much.
Murong Fu took the small bottle and opened the mouth of the bottle to see that there were seven or eight vermilion pills inside, and a refreshing fragrance hit his nostrils.
Murong Fu poured one pill and drank it. After a while, a cool air came out of his lower abdomen, and the energy in his Dantian recovered a little. He couldn't help but praise in his heart: "This Jiuhua Jade Dew Pill is indeed a good thing!"
Then he naturally put it into his arms.
Huang Rong's heart skipped a beat when she saw this. You are not greedy for ink, are you? But when she saw Murong Fu's eyes were slightly closed, as if he was regulating his breath and internal energy, he couldn't help but feel anxious secretly.
This bottle of Jiuhua Jade Dew Pills was refined by Huang Yaoshi himself. There has been no news from Huang Yaoshi for several years. Huang Rong has always regarded it as a souvenir and has been reluctant to use it all these years.
Even when Guo Jing was injured before, he didn't take it out. Just because Murong Fu defeated Ouyang Feng unexpectedly, Huang Rong was so happy that she "rewarded" him with one pill, but she didn't know that he actually drank the whole bottle.
Huang Rong was about to ask for it when she suddenly heard a chorus of shouts from the crowd: "Please, Sir Guo, be the leader of the martial arts alliance! Please be the leader of the martial arts alliance, Sir Guo!"
Huang Rong had no choice but to put the matter aside for the time being, stood up and jumped onto the Xuanyuan Platform. The heroes suddenly fell silent.
Huang Rong said: "According to the rules, I have to ask here three times, 'Who is dissatisfied?' If no one answers, Guo Jing, the humble man, will take over as the leader of the Southern Martial Arts Alliance!"
Huang Rong's internal energy was not low, and her voice was clear and loud, spreading throughout the audience.
The heroes replied one after another: "No one is dissatisfied", "Guo Daxia should be the leader of the martial arts alliance", "No need to ask"...
Huang Rong pressed her hands lightly, and the heroes fell silent again.
"Is there anyone who is dissatisfied?"
When Huang Rong asked the question for the first time, no one said anything as she scanned the entire room.
"Is there anyone who is dissatisfied?"
"Is there anyone who is dissatisfied?"
Huang Rong asked twice, but no one answered.
"Then..."
"I'm not convinced!"
Huang Rong was about to announce that Guo Jing would be the leader of the Southern Martial Arts Alliance, but an old voice suddenly came out.
The heroes were startled, and following the sound, they saw an old man sitting next to Hailing King Wan Yanliang. He had a gray beard and was holding a cattail leaf fan. It was Qiu Qianren.
Huang Rong didn't know how to answer for a while, but Qiu Qianren jumped up onto the Xuanyuan Platform. When everyone saw that he was only five feet tall, they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.
Qiu Qianren continued: "I am not convinced and want to challenge Daxia Guo. If I win, will I be the leader of the martial arts alliance?"
Huang Rongdeng felt embarrassed. Logically speaking, this was true, but after Brother Jing's battle with Jinlun Dharma King, he paid full attention to the battle between Murong Fu and Ouyang Feng.
He hadn't adjusted his breath much, and he was in a bad state now. He was definitely no match for Qiu Qianren. Murong Fu had also just gone through a fierce battle, so he was no match for him even if he thought about it.