Chapter three hundred and ninety-eight men do not accept
As soon as these words came out, the faces of everyone in the hall changed slightly. Huo Qingtong opened his mouth to speak, but remembering the unpleasantness between the two of them before, he immediately held back his words, "I wonder if he is still angry with me..."
"Hey, he hasn't looked at me since he entered the palace. He must still be angry..."
"How can a grown man be so stingy..."
For a moment, she began to think wildly again.
Mu Zhuolun was about to speak to persuade him, but Yuan Shixiao laughed and said, "Boy, you have to compete with my apprentice today!"
Although he was laughing, everyone could hear the traces of anger mixed in the laughter.
"Humph, if anyone challenges me, I will accept it. Then I will be very busy. What's more, I was invited by the old hero Mu to come to the banquet, and I am not here to participate in any martial arts conference.
"Yes." Murong Fu's face was already a little impatient.
Standing in front of Murong Fu, Chen Jialuo's face changed for a while, and a feeling of depression suddenly burst out in his heart. He said word by word: "Chen is not talented, but please give me some advice from Mr. Murong!"
It was obvious that he was extremely angry.
"I heard that you are still the chief helmsman of the Red Flower Club?" Murong Fu laughed, changed the subject, and suddenly asked, completely different from the domineering person he had just shown.
Chen Jialuo was stunned, "What? Is there anything I can do to offend you?"
"That's not true!" Murong Fu shook his head, "Well, if you don't compete with me today, you will definitely not be willing to accept it. I am not an unkind person, so why don't we put a clear price tag, one million taels?
Let’s fight, whoever wins is the winner!”
When everyone in the hall heard what he said, they immediately looked at each other with extremely strange expressions. This martial arts contest and sword debate is such a sacred thing for martial arts practitioners, but when it came out of Murong Fu's mouth, it sounded like a man in the market.
Just placing bets and gambling is like a child's play.
"How's it going? The opportunity has been given to you!" Murong Fu reached out to pick up the teacup on the table, took a long sip before asking.
Chen Jialuo's face was green and black, and his right hand holding the hilt of the sword was trembling slightly. If he hadn't been familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics since childhood, was familiar with Confucian classics, and took etiquette into consideration, he would have directly drawn the sword and stabbed him.
"Disciple, compared with him, can it be that the dignified chief rudder of the Red Flower Club can't even get out one million taels of silver?" Yuan Shixiao urged from the side, thought for a while, and added, "If you don't have it,
I’ll give it to you as a teacher!”
Hearing the words "the dignified chief rudder of the Honghua Club", Chen Jialuo fixed his gaze and nodded fiercely, "Okay, let's bet one million taels and make a move!"
Murong Fu glanced at him contemptuously, "Humph, if I make the move first, you won't have a chance to make the move!"
Chen Jialuo could no longer hold back, and with a "swipe" sound, the long sword was unsheathed, a flash of blue light flashed, the cold blade danced up and down in the air twice, and he shouted, "Look at the sword!"
Then he stabbed Murong Fu with the long sword. When the sword was halfway through, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, but suddenly became blurry. The next moment, dozens of cold lights enveloped the large points all over Murong Fu's body.
"Good swordsmanship!" Everyone in the palace was a martial arts practitioner. Seeing that Chen Jialuo's sword was like flowing clouds and flowing water, and it was done in one go, they couldn't help but secretly cheer.
Even Yuan Shixiao couldn't help but feel a hint of relief in his eyes, and he praised softly, "Disciple has made great progress!"
Because of Chen Jialuo's attack, Chen Jialuo used all his strength, and whether it was because he was too angry with Murong Fu, he actually used 30% more strength than usual out of thin air.
A look of surprise flashed across Murong Fu's face, and then he stretched out his right hand and slapped it on the table. The teacup on the table did not move at all, but the tea in it spurted out with a "squeak" sound.
Murong Fu turned his right palm in the air, and a small ball of tea started to flow in the air with his hand.
Seeing this scene, everyone was slightly shocked and found it unbelievable. Yuan Shixiao, in particular, had a sudden thought and had a bad premonition. He even unconsciously pinched off a piece of the table corner with his right hand.
Seeing Chen Jialuo's long sword approaching, Murong Fu flicked his finger, and with a soft "pop" sound, the water ball immediately split into countless small dots, attached with traces of white energy, and shot towards Chen Jialuo very quickly.
Everyone couldn't see the small water droplets clearly, but they could only see countless white lights flashing between the two people, like a goddess scattering flowers, submerging the two figures, and the momentum was not small.
Then there was a quick "chichichi" sound, and the cold stars and white silk between the two disappeared.
Everyone looked and saw that Chen Jialuo was still holding a long sword and stabbing Murong Fu, but the blade was densely covered with small holes, which were actually penetrated by Murong Fu's water droplets.
Moreover, there were small red dots on the white clothes on the upper body. Gradually, there were more and more small red dots. After everyone took a closer look, they discovered that they were actually blood.
As for Chen Jialuo, he looked at Murong Fu with dull eyes, seeming to be greatly shocked.
"Disciple!" Yuan Shixiao shouted, "Wake up!"
But Chen Jialuo remained motionless, not even blinking.
However, his voice brought everyone back who were stunned. Immediately, there was thunderous applause in the hall, and they all applauded the case. The people who returned to the tribe are already upright, and when they meet someone whose strength can impress them, they don't care about the occasion.
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Huo Ayi was slightly frightened. The martial arts of these two people were far superior to his own, especially Murong Fu's. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to sustain even half a move. He recalled that he had been competing with Murong Fu before, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed secretly.
Although Yuan Shixiao's face looked ugly, he didn't care about that much at the moment and hurriedly got up to see Chen Jialuo.
Suddenly, Yuan Shixiao shouted, "Murong little thief, what did you do to my disciple?"
Murong Fu curled his lips and said, "Watch your words, he is not some young lady, what can I do to him!"
The people in the palace were stunned and couldn't help laughing. Most of them were born low and were accustomed to vulgarity. Naturally, they were happy to hear Murong Fu's vulgar remarks.
"Bah, you gangster!" Huo Qingtong, the only woman, spat and muttered in a low voice.
This scene was accidentally seen by Mu Zhuolun. He couldn't help but wonder. The eldest daughter had been in the army since she was a child and often stayed with the soldiers. She should be used to such vulgar language. Why is she acting like this today?
strangeness.
Yuan Shixiao snorted coldly, "The purpose of fighting is to communicate with each other, but you are so harsh. Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your elders!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he punched out loudly, and the wind roared loudly, causing the tables and chairs to fly over.
Everyone around was shocked and hurriedly backed away some distance.
Murong Fu had a sneer on his face and stood motionless. When Yuan Shixiao's punch came, he shook his arm several times. Immediately, countless fist shadows were struck out, as powerful as thunder and as fast as lightning. It was the punch he had not used for a long time.
Shadow God Fist.
There was a loud "bang bang bang" sound. The two fists collided, and the energy flew around. Even the main hall was shaken and buzzed, making everyone nervous.
"Hmph, the martial arts competition is for you. I have shown mercy to you, but you don't appreciate it at all. So don't blame me for being rude!" Murong Fu said a few words in one breath while punching.
sentence.
Yuan Shixiao was immediately shocked. Before Murong Fu defeated his beloved disciple with one move, he didn't notice anything. He only felt that this young man had extremely good control over his internal strength. Only when he fought against him did he realize that his boxing skills were also extremely extraordinary.
Even he had never seen it before, but now, during the fight with him, Murong Fu could still speak so naturally, and his breath was obviously long and continuous.
However, Murong Fu spoke, and Yuan Shixiao felt that he could not be left behind, so he also spoke: "Boy, it is not easy to reach such a state at such a young age. If you apologize to my disciple now, I can forget about it!"
"Really!" Murong Fu smiled contemptuously, "You are not qualified yet!"
Yuan Shixiao was immediately furious, his sleeves and robes were fluttering, his beard was stretched out, and the strength in his hands became a little stronger.
Murong Fu still looked calm and calm. He bent his elbows and turned his fists into palms. He struck up and down and shouted: "Try my punch!"
"Hmph, you talk about a punch, but in reality it turns into a fist. Who doesn't know that you have a fist in your palm!" Yuan Shixiao thought in his heart, and his hands were not slow in his movements, and his fists danced tightly in front of him.
With a loud "roar", a sharp golden energy suddenly burst out from Murong Fu's palm. "Tang Teng Teng", Yuan Shixiao could no longer stand and took a few steps back.
"No!" Mu Zhuolun suddenly shouted, and it turned out that behind Yuan Shixiao was a burning stone furnace.
But Yuan Shixiao obviously noticed it. He slapped his hand diagonally with his backhand and flipped backwards, flipping over the stone furnace and landing firmly on the ground.
"What a strong internal force!" Yuan Shixiao praised him lukewarmly. He suddenly stood up from the ground, swung his legs in the air twice, and with a loud "clang" sound, he kicked the stone furnace towards Murong Fu.
This stone stove was originally not big or heavy, only about two feet high, but the flowers inside were burning vigorously, and Yuan Shixiao used a powerful kick, so no one could catch it.
"Ah!" Huo Qingtong opened his mouth slightly, with a worried look on his face.
Murong Fu moved his hands up and down, made a strange gesture with his right hand, pushed forward, and saw a flash of white light, and the stone furnace flew towards Yuan Shixiao faster than before.
Yuan Shixiao was slightly stunned. In this stunned moment, Stone Furnace was already in front of him. It was too late to dodge, so he had to take a deep breath, channel all his strength into his palms, and strike out with one palm.
But as soon as he touched the stone furnace, a strong force hit him. It turned out that Murong Fu had attached a strong inner energy to it. Yuan Shixiao immediately felt something bad. The next moment, with a "bang", the stone furnace fell into pieces and sparks scattered in all directions.
When the smoke and dust dissipated, the palace was in a mess. Fortunately, everyone was far away and was not burned. As for Yuan Shixiao, his face was red and black, and his image of a master was no longer there.
But at this time, no one paid attention to these details, they just stared at Murong Fu, their eyes full of admiration and worship.
Huo Ayi was even more exaggerated. After calming down for a moment, he excitedly ran to Murong Fu, knelt down and said, "Master, please accept me as your disciple!"
Mu Zhuolun's face darkened. He did have the idea of asking Huo Ayi to become his disciple today, but the one he liked was Yuan Shixiao. Although Murong Fu seems to be more suitable now, this little brat is too impatient. Isn't this what I want?
Is it difficult to do?
Murong Fu, on the other hand, turned his body to avoid Huo Ayi's bow, used his inner strength to lift Huo Ayi up from the air, and said with a slight smile: "Sorry, I don't accept men!"