Xie Yanke seemed unaware, with a hint of disdain on his indifferent expression. His hands changed, and the wine floating around him slowly returned to the flask on the table. Then he looked at Murong Fu, "How?"
The heroes cheered loudly, and Murong Fu nodded, "Yes, he's amazing!"
There was nothing polite about his words. Xie Yanke's crane control skill was indeed practiced to perfection. It is like capturing a dragon, controlling a crane, and other martial arts skills to grab a tangible object from a distance.
It's not difficult, but if you want to grab a tangible and intangible object like wine, you need extremely fine control.
But Murong Fu was also very confused in his heart, how could Xie Yanke, who called himself "Father Motian", be related to the Murong family!
This is because he is ignorant. Xie Yanke lives on the cliffs in Luoyang. He is both good and evil. He has killed many corrupt officials, bandits and martial arts scoundrels in the Jin Kingdom. However, he likes to treat others in their own way when killing people.
The worse a person's body is, the more evil the way he will die. Many people in the local area call it "repaying him with what he has done".
Xie Yanke slightly arched his hands and said, "I would like Mr. Murong to give me some advice."
Seeing that the two of them didn't take him seriously at all, Bai Zizai became furious. He pulled out his sword with a "swipe" sound and pointed it at Xie Yanke, "Are you going to compete with me in a sword duel?"
Xie Yanke snorted impatiently, "I don't even bother to compete with an arrogant and shameless clown like you."
Bai Zizai's face turned red, and his gray beard was trembling, "You...you actually said that I am a clown!"
Xie Yanke sneered, "You call yourself a great hero who has the best internal strength, fists and kicks, swordsmanship, and hidden weapons throughout the ages. Just open your eyes and look at the fellow martial arts practitioners gathered in this hall today. Their martial arts skills are far superior to yours."
There are no less than ten of them, why do you say you are not a clown?"
Bai Zizai's expression froze and he glanced around the hall. Sure enough, many people had mocking expressions on their faces, but he was always arrogant and would not give in easily. "Okay, if you don't want to compete with me, I will also challenge you."
Mr. Murong, let’s see who of us can defeat him first!”
Xie Yanke shook his head helplessly, cursing in his mind, "You are already such a young man, but you are still such a scoundrel. Even if you are praised as a clown, wouldn't it be beneath your dignity to compete with such a person?"
Murong Fu looked at Bai Zizai, "Mr. Bai came all the way from the Western Regions to compete with Mr. Xie, right?"
Bai Zizai suddenly remembered something, "I remember, you killed dozens of my disciples, and I'm not done with you!" As he spoke, he stabbed Murong Fu with a flick of his sword.
Murong Fu was stunned, when did I kill your Xueshan sect disciple? Seeing the sword approaching, he took a step back slightly to avoid the sword, turned around and shouted: "A'Zhu, come and fight with Mr. Bai for a few moves."
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A'Zhu immediately cried after taking it, "Sir, how can this little maid be the rival of Senior Bai?"
Murong Fu snorted softly, "You are usually the most lazy and do not practice martial arts diligently. Today, when you meet Mr. Bai, the best master in history, let him give you some pointers on your martial arts."
Bai Zizai was even more furious. Murong Fu dared to look down on him. It was okay to look down on him, but he actually asked a little maid to compete with him. Suddenly, he took a half step with his right foot and reached out with his left hand to grab Murong Fu's chest.
With a shake of his right hand, the long sword stabbed Murong Fu's throat in an ordinary motion.
Murong Fu was shocked. His three moves seemed to be full of flaws, but in fact they were a big trap. When ordinary people encountered this move, they would think that this person's sword skills were mediocre, and they would reach out to grab his weapon. Little did they know that as soon as they stepped forward, they would Bai Zizai immediately reached out and grabbed the big point on his chest. If he dodged backwards or left or right, he would trip him again.
Murong Fu didn't move, his body suddenly leaned back and then turned slightly, turning to the side of Bai Zizai. With a kick of his legs, he jumped back about ten feet.
Bai Zizai was slightly startled. This three-move trick, "Three Chains of Gods and Ghosts", has tricked many martial arts heroes since the day it was created. Unexpectedly, Murong Fu saw through it at a glance today and managed to escape. .
At this time, A'Zhu reluctantly took a long sword from Yaoyue's hand, walked up to Bai ZiZai, and bowed slightly, "I hope Senior Bai can give me some advice."
Bai Zizai snorted angrily, "I have been through the ages..." But remembering what happened just now, he paused and changed his words: "What do you want you to do here? I want to have a sword showdown with your young master!" He thought that through the ages... he was dignified. How could the head of the Snow Mountain Sect attack a little girl?
A'Zhu chuckled, "But my young master is very busy and has no time to greet you. Besides, Mr. Bai, don't underestimate me. I'm even better than the young master!"
Bai Zizai saw that A'Zhu was weird, delicate and cute, and suddenly he remembered that he seemed to have a granddaughter. If she lived to this day, she would be this old...
Seeing Bai Zizai staring at him in a daze, A'Zhu gently raised the sword in his hand, stabbed Bai Zizai slowly, and shouted: "Mr. Bai, look at the sword!".
Bai Zizai came back to his senses and raised his sword to block, "Little baby, go and play quickly, don't delay me's sword show."
A'Zhu snorted, "Mr. Bai looks down on this little maid!" With a flick of his wrist, he three-pointed the sword blade and stabbed Bai Zizai at the same time.
Bai Zi was shocked, this woman's sword skills were so fierce, and he didn't dare to be careless anymore, so he used the snow mountain sword skills to fight against the enemy.
At first, Bai Zizai saw that the opponent was a girl, and her expression was somewhat similar to that of her granddaughter who fell off a cliff many years ago. He couldn't bear to fight hard and deliberately gave in. However, after only ten moves, Bai Zizai was shocked in his heart. This girl's His swordsmanship was so fierce that he had to use eighty percent of his power to resist.
Murong Fu looked at Xie Yanke and said, "Sir, please!"
Xie Yanke was stunned and looked up at Xuan Cheng and others who were fighting in the hall. Although the hall was spacious, there were already four people fighting. How could there be room to compete with Murong Fu?
Murong Fu smiled slightly. At our level, martial arts competitions do not necessarily require moving around and performing powerful moves.
"You want to compete with me for internal strength?" Xie Yanke was shocked. Murong Fu's internal strength was indeed unfathomable. Originally, he would not be weak in the competition, but there was a mixture of dragons and snakes in the hall, and several people were fighting. As long as they were intentional or unintentional, Interfering with two people, ranging from serious injuries to death, how can this be compared!
Murong Fu shook his head, "It is said that Mr. Xie's most powerful unique skill is the Blue Needle Clear Palm. How about the two of us stand on the same spot with our lower bodies still and compete with each other!"
Xie Yanke thought for a while and then agreed, "That's fine!" At the same time, he was slightly surprised in his heart. His unique trick "Bi Zhen Qing Palm" was rarely used in front of others. He didn't expect that the Murong family even knew about it.