Zhao Zhijing's face was stern, and Hao Datong walked to the middle of the field and said: "Everyone, please step aside."
All the disciples had no choice but to disperse their formation. Hao Datong looked at Murong Fu and said: "The Murong family is well-deserved, and the young master is even more talented, and the poor man admires it."
Murong Fu said: "Taoist Master, thank you very much. The Tiangang Beidou Formation is the best formation in the world."
Hao Datong's face twitched slightly, and he thought to himself: "You just broke the Tiangang Beidou Formation during a cup of tea, and now you say it is the best formation in the world, isn't it a slap in my face?"
Hao Datong had just lucked out to heal his wounds, and all he knew was that the disciples had set up formations to meet the enemy, but it was broken just after tea time. The specific method of breaking was still unclear.
Murong Fu guessed what he was thinking by looking at his face, "I just took advantage of it, but it won't be possible in a real fight."
But he thought proudly in his heart: "In actual fighting, you won't even have time to cry. I only need one move."
"Young Master has great martial arts skills. He can take this Li Mochou away. I only hope that she can take the right path in the future and stop killing innocent people indiscriminately."
"Of course, thank you, Taoist Master."
"Farewell!" Hao Datong bowed his hands, turned around and left with his disciples.
Grandma Sun saw that this young man was so miraculous that he actually defeated Guang Ning, one of the Seven Sons of Quanzhen, and broke the famous "Tiangang Beidou Formation". She stepped forward and saluted and said: "Thank you so much for your help, young hero.
I also said goodbye."
She was not good at dealing with people, but now that Li Mochou was fine, she stopped staying and hurried back to the ancient tomb to take care of Xiao Longnu.
Murong Fu smiled and said, "Mother-in-law, you're welcome. Please do as you please."
Granny Sun glanced at Li Mochou with a complicated expression, and said lightly: "You can take care of yourself." Then she turned and left.
In the distance, the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect looked dejected. Zhao Zhijing said, "Uncle, can this be the end of it? Although that young hero is powerful, if we set up the Big Dipper Formation to assist the uncle, it will be easy to capture him."
"You're not embarrassed enough." Hao Datong said angrily.
But then he thought that Zhao Zhijing also had good intentions, his face softened and he shook his head and said: "That boy has such strong martial arts at a young age, what kind of state should his elders have reached?"
"The Murong family is neither good nor evil, and has a great reputation in the martial arts world. Although the Quanzhen Sect is not afraid of them, it is not worth it to provoke a powerful enemy just for Li Mochou."
Seeing everyone leaving, Murong Fu recalled the fight with Hao Datong and secretly felt happy in his heart.
I just remember that I completely forgot about the sword moves in my mind at that time. When I struck out, I just wanted to hit wherever I wanted. I also made the moves on my hands very casual. Thinking of Murong Fu closing his eyes and meditating, he seemed to have some enlightenment.
Originally, Murong Fu had read many martial arts novels and heard many theories in his previous life. He knew that sword moves are dead and people are alive. You cannot stick to sword moves, otherwise even the most exquisite sword moves will eventually be broken.
when.
However, Murong Fu lacked practical combat. When facing an enemy, he could not help but think first: Where is the best place for me to stab him with my sword? What force can I use to ensure that he is not hurt and can repel him? I will use his sword.
Which move should be used to break it? What move should be connected to the next move?
In this way, he would have to filter the moves in his mind before making a move. Not only would he be slow to make a move, it would also be easy for him to reveal flaws.
After this battle, Murong Fu deeply understood this truth, and his swordsmanship skills immediately rose to a higher level.
After a while, Murong Fu opened his eyes and was almost startled. A pair of eyes stared at him a foot in front of him. When he looked closely, it was Li Mochou who was looking at him curiously.
When Li Mochou saw the young man suddenly wake up, he took a step back, a blush flashed across his face, and he saluted, "Thank you, young hero, for saving me."
Murong Fu looked at Li Mochou carefully and saw that she had a slim figure, fair complexion, almond-shaped eyes and a beautiful nose, but there was a bit of evil between her eyebrows, which made her look very cold.
Murong Fu thought to himself, "It's a pity that Liu Zhanyuan doesn't know how to cherish it." He didn't know how beautiful He Yuanjun was, but he didn't expect it to be more beautiful than Li Mochou.
Of course, when faced with a woman who is as tender as water and wants him to die for her, men will tend to the former.
The reason why Murong Fu saved Li Mochou was not because she was beautiful, but because he just lacked such a killer.
Li Mochou saw that the young man didn't respond, but kept looking at her. She felt embarrassed but also a little happy, thinking, "This young man must be fascinated by my beauty."
Unexpectedly, Murong Fu's next words almost made her vomit blood, "Well, my qualifications are acceptable, but my appearance is just average."
Li Mochou was so angry that she couldn't speak. Murong Fu said to himself: "You are a good young man. Are you willing to accept me as your teacher?"
Hearing these words, Li Mochou's face turned strange and gradually turned rosy. She bit her lip tightly. After a while, she couldn't hold it in any longer: "Giggle... Little brother, you are so interesting!"
Murong Fu's face darkened and he said, "Is it funny?"
Li Mochou covered her mouth with her slender hand. Seeing Murong Fu's serious face, which seemed like he was not joking, she took a deep breath and said, "You are so much younger than me, how can you be my master?"
Although her face was serious, there was obviously a smile in her eyes.
"If you are ambitious but not young, you can become your master if you are capable. Isn't my martial arts not enough to be your master?"
Li Mochou shook her head and thought to herself: "You are a little brat, why should you be my master?" She still said: "Although your martial arts skills are higher than mine, they are still limited, why should you be my master?"
"That's because I'm still young. If ten more years pass, I'm afraid dozens of you combined won't be my opponent."
Seeing Li Mochou's look of disbelief, Murong Fu came up with a plan, "Let's make a bet. If I win, you will become my disciple. If you win, you won't need to become my disciple.
The Jade Girl of the Tomb Sect, the Heart Sutra is passed on to you."
"Do you know Jade Girl and the Heart Sutra?"
Murong Fu didn't say anything, and casually used the Jade Girl's move, which was based on the Heart Sutra.
Although Li Mochou has never practiced Jade Girl and Heart Sutra, this move is obviously from the advanced martial arts of the Tomb Sect. How did this young man learn it?
Recalling what he said before that seemed to have something to do with me, I vaguely thought of a possibility and said coldly: "You are obviously my junior brother, but you come to tease me, isn't it funny!"
Li Mochou was also very angry in her heart. Master would rather pass on the Heart Sutra of Jade Girl to a man than pass it on to me. It was so biased.
"Junior brother?" Murong Fu was stunned. Could it be that she had guessed her relationship with Xiao Longnu? In terms of seniority, it seemed that she was not wrong.
Looking at Murong Fu's expression, Li Mochou thought it was because he didn't want to recognize her as his senior sister, and her face looked a little sad, "Yes, I have been expelled from the master a long time ago, so naturally I am not worthy to be your senior sister. I didn't expect that I have only been down the mountain for three years, and she
Just take you into the house, she...how is she doing now?"