As soon as these few words came out, Wang Chuyi couldn't help but be startled, not because of Murong Fu's aura, but because of the sentence "having an idea of this woman", which was somewhat different from the version he knew!
He couldn't help turning his head to look at Zhao Zhijing, and saw that Zhao Zhijing's face was slightly pale at this time, and his eyes were averted, "Zhijing, what's going on? Didn't you say that you were just drunk and said a few words about the beauty of this woman?
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"Master...Uncle Master, it's...it's like this...we...drinked too much at that time, and I...I don't know what I said..." Zhao Zhijing suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and explained inarticulately.
"Huh, really!" Murong Fu smiled coldly and turned to Qiu Chuji, "Taoist Master Qiu, what do you think?"
Qiu Chuji said solemnly, "Even if one of my disciples breaks the rules with inappropriate words, they should be punished by the Quanzhen Sect. Why bother with outsiders? What's more, your Excellency also talked about our ancestors, which is really inappropriate!"
"So, Taoist Master Qiu wants to protect his shortcomings?" Murong Fu said in a cold voice as a chill flashed through his eyes.
"This is not to protect one's shortcomings," Qiu Chuji shook his head, "You can still ignore the fact that you have hurt Quanzhen disciples, but I ask Master Murong to take back the words that insulted our ancestors!"
He said it very politely, but the implication was that he wanted Murong Fu to apologize in public.
But Murong Fu was used to doing his own thing, not to mention that he was not wrong in this matter. Even if he was really wrong, it would be impossible for him to apologize. He smiled brightly and said, "In this case, I'd better tell the truth."
Well, there are only two kinds of people who can walk out of this hall today, one is the people from Lingjiu Palace, and the other is the dead!"
"You!" Qiu Chuji was immediately furious. He didn't expect Murong Fu to be so disrespectful and even threatened to keep everyone in the Quanzhen Sect.
As soon as Murong Fu spoke, not only Qiu Chuji's expression changed, but other people in the palace were either furious, frightened, or thoughtful.
The Blood Knife Ancestor chuckled and said, "Murong boy, although the Ancestor likes your temperament very much, we all belong to the Western Regions martial arts. The Ancestor promises that as long as you let the Blood Knife Sect go down the mountain safely today, the Blood Knife Sect and the Lingjiu Palace will be together in the future.
They are die-hard allies!”
"Murong Fu, don't go too far in everything. Even if you can really keep all of us, from now on your Murong family will have to face the siege of the Quanzhen Sect and the Huashan Sect at the same time, as well as the verbal and written criticism of the righteous people in the world." Yue
Buqun said.
As for the people in Thirty-Six Cave and Seventy-Two Islands, they were as silent as a cicada. When Child Elder was not around, they could still have the courage to say a few harsh words, but now in front of Child Elder, they could still stand firm.
This is a great courage. After all, Tong Lao is a god-like figure in their hearts.
Murong Fu glanced at the Blood Knife Ancestor in surprise, smiled slightly and said, "I am disappointed, Master. I have no intention of recruiting allies."
The Blood Knife Ancestor's expression changed slightly, but he heard Murong Fu continue, "However, Lingjiu Palace still lacks some servants. If you are willing, you can stay!"
"Too much bullying!" The Blood Knife Ancestor was furious. A cold light suddenly appeared on his waist, and a slender scimitar appeared in his hand. He then slashed the bald head with the back of the knife, and flew towards Murong Fu with a slash.
However, he was not really a reckless person. When he took action, he shouted, "What are you waiting for? This kid is going to keep us all!"
Before he finished speaking, Yue Buqun's long sword rang out, and he used an ordinary move called Youfeng Laiyi. He came up from behind and was on the same level as the Blood Sword Ancestor.
On the other hand, a trace of hesitation flashed across the face of Quanzhen Cultist Qiu Chuji and he did not move.
Tianshan's child's face turned cold, and she was about to take action, but Murong Fu suddenly stretched out her hand to stop her, and said lightly, "I'll do it!"
Then he suddenly stepped out, his body was shaken, thousands of white lights appeared all over his body, and a fierce sword intent suddenly shot up into the sky.
The Blood Knife Ancestor and Yue Buqun immediately felt chills in their hearts. However, the Blood Knife Ancestor's moves were old and he could not change his moves, so they had no choice but to slash at them. However, Yue Buqun twisted his waist strangely and flicked the long sword in his hand.
Trembling, he drew a semicircle, and a white sword energy was shot out, but his body was frozen in place.
In the blink of an eye, the ancestor of the Blood Knife's scimitar and Yue Buqun's sword energy reached a few feet in front of Murong Fu at the same time. Murong Fu's body suddenly shone brightly, and with two "Zizi" sounds, the sword energy instantly disappeared into nothing.
Then the scimitar made two "bang bang" sounds and broke into pieces.
Seeing that the body of the Blood Knife Ancestor was about to hit the light, Murong Fu raised his leg and kicked it out. With a "bang", the Blood Knife Ancestor's body flew backwards. After landing, he spat out a large mouthful of blood with a "pop"
, his expression quickly became depressed.
Everyone in the hall was horrified when they saw this scene, especially Wu Boss and others. They were well aware of the power of the Blood Knife Ancestor, but they did not expect that they could not survive even a single move from Murong Fu.
Qiu Chuji's face was a little unnatural. He looked at Wang Chu next to him, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes. Others might not be able to see the moves Murong Fu used just now, but as swordsman masters, they could.
Some clues are that this is completely using one's own sword power to harm the enemy with internal strength.
You must know that sword intention is something more intangible and ethereal than internal force. Even if an ordinary person realizes sword intention by chance, he must use a weapon as a carrier to exert its power. But Murong Fu
However, they use their inner strength as a carrier to freely display their strength. This is something that even their master Wang Chongyang may not be able to do. You can imagine the shock in their hearts.
As for Yue Buqun, he was secretly grateful. Fortunately, his move just now was just a feint, so he could change his move in time. Otherwise, he would have been lying on the ground at this moment, losing face. But immediately his face turned pale again, Murong
If he is so powerful again, it may not be easy to kill him today.
Murong Fu took in everyone's expressions, nodded secretly in his heart, smiled slightly and said, "God has the virtue of good life, and I don't want to commit more evils. Let's do it this way. Who among you is willing to surrender to Lingjiu Palace from now on?
Just stand on the left side."
As soon as these words came out, there was a commotion in the palace, and many people began to whisper to each other, so the leaders of each faction were able to maintain a certain calmness.
"Mr. Murong!" Mr. Wu said, "I was temporarily blinded by lard and had such rebellious thoughts. I wonder if we are willing to surrender, can you give us another chance?"
"Of course! There is a chance!" Murong Fu grinned and said something that made Mr. Wu and others happy, but his next words made some people feel sad, "None of you have hurt Lingjiu Palace.
Disciples, I can forgive you once."
"This..." Boss Wu was okay, but he had a troubled look on his face, because although he hated the people in Lingjiu Palace before, but this time when he attacked the peak, he accidentally made a small thought, that is, there was no
Kill with your own hands.
But Taoist Bu Ping and Na Zhuo Bufan were different. They hated Tianshan Tonglao deeply. How could they be soft-hearted when they had this opportunity? They had the blood of many Lingjiu Palace disciples in their bodies.
"Old witch, take your life!" At this moment, Zhuo Bufan suddenly shouted loudly, a silver light flashed around his waist, and a cold long sword was suddenly drawn out, flying towards the Tianshan child's grandmother.
"Brother, no!" Taoist Buping shouted immediately, but it was obviously too late. In an instant, Zhuo Bufan's figure had already jumped ten feet away, and he was only a few feet away from the Tianshan Child's Grandma. He couldn't help but secretly feel anxious. This brother was still too big.
A bit reckless.
However, he is also very aware of Zhuo Bufan's temperament. The Yizi Huijian Sect was originally a small sect near Tianshan Mountain more than ten years ago, but it was destroyed by the Tianshan Tonglao for some unknown reason, leaving only Zhuo Bufan in the family.
, one can imagine the depth of hatred in his heart. Now that there is no hope of revenge, he can only fight to the death.
Tianshan Child Elder glanced at Zhuo Bufan, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, but her face was indifferent. With a flick of her arm, at the moment, a large piece of cyan energy was thrown out, like a cyan bolt, instantly covering Zhuo Bufan's body.
Shape submerged.
There was a sound of "chichi", but in the green energy, the sword light flickered, and a gap was suddenly cut open in the green Pilian. Zhuo Bufan held the long sword in his hand and stabbed out with such fierce momentum that the surrounding air was squeezed.
It crackled slightly under pressure.
The Tianshan child's elder raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he didn't expect Zhuo Bufan to be able to stab such a sharp sword, but at that moment he just smiled coldly and waved his arms, about to use the move again.
Unexpectedly, Murong Fu ducked in front of the child's elder, and stretched out his right hand with two fingers together like lightning. Hearing a soft "dang" sound, the long sword suddenly stopped.
Zhuo Bufan couldn't help being surprised. He never expected that the sword he used with all his strength would be caught by a pair of fingers, and he was stunned for a moment.
Murong Fu smiled faintly, suddenly released his fingers, and then flicked his fingers on the sword blade. With a "clang" sound, the sword suddenly turned over and struck Zhuo Bufan.
"Poof", Zhuo Bufan felt a strong force coming towards him, and he flew out with a slight movement.
Taoist Buping hurriedly jumped out to catch Zhuo Bufan, but when he touched his body, he was shocked by the strength on his body. His throat felt sweet and he spit out a mouthful of blood.
The child's elder in Tianshan glanced at Murong Fu in confusion. He obviously did this deliberately to save Zhuo Bufan's life, but the child's elder did not ask any more questions.
"Okay," Murong Fu had a pleasant look on his face, but what he said shocked everyone. He said, "You want to seek revenge from Lingjiu Palace, or you don't want to surrender.
Those of the Lingjiu Palace, please be patient for the time being. You will have a chance to take action later. Those who are willing to surrender now should stand on the left side of this seat first to avoid accidental killing!"
"Murong Fu, you dare to even the Quanzhen Sect...poof..."
Zhao Zhijing spoke angrily, but before he finished speaking, a strong wind hit him. Before he could realize what had happened, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. When he lowered his head, he saw that there were many things on his chest.