"That's all." The disappointed look on Assassin's face flashed away, and then his eyes fell on Xiao Zhao again, "It was originally an excellent candidate, but it's a pity."
Under his gaze, Xiao Zhao's body trembled slightly for some reason, and he tightly grasped the corner of Murong Fu's clothes with one hand, as if he was extremely scared.
Murong Fu moved, took a step forward, stood in front of Xiao Zhao, and said with a slight smile, "Is that Assassin? No matter what kind of second elder or third elder you are, don't take any chances with my wife, otherwise, I will
It can be guaranteed that you won’t be able to come or go.”
"Haha!" Assassin chuckled. He didn't care about Murong Fu's threat. Instead, he looked at Murong Fu with interest and said, "You are young and it is not easy to achieve such a level. If
If you are willing, I can make an exception and take you into my sect. As long as you can be washed and tempered by the holy fire of our religion, your achievements will be limitless."
He spoke Chinese very fluently, without a trace of weird tones, almost no different from a Central Plains man. Murong Fu rolled his eyes, how could these so-called peerless masters all have the same virtue, and wanted to be his disciples as soon as they saw him?
Do you really look that weak?
Assassin seemed to have seen through Murong Fu's thoughts, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a smile that confuses all living beings, "Do you think I am not worthy of being your master?"
"That's natural!" Murong Fu snorted coldly, "Now that we have no distinction between us, you would be too arrogant to accept me as your disciple, and I will definitely not accept a shemale as my disciple!
"
Dai Qisi gently tugged at the corner of his clothes, as if to signal him to pay more attention when he spoke.
Assassin was not angry at all and said with a smile, "There is an old saying in the Central Plains, if three people are walking together, there must be my master. Martial arts are nothing more than external things. Who said that my martial arts must be better than yours before I can be your master?"
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment. He really didn't know whether the person in front of him was really stupid or pretending to be stupid. Old Master Kong's words were true, but it also depends on which aspect. In martial arts, fists have the final say.
Those who are not as good as others in martial arts still want to accept others as their disciples.
"My truth is to enlighten the world, and my holy flame is to guide future generations. It is better to cultivate the mind than to practice martial arts. No matter how high the martial arts is, it is nothing more than a skin, but cultivating the heart can last forever with the world." Assassin.
He opened his mouth and chanted.
Murong Fu heard something specious, it seemed to make some sense, but it seemed to be nonsense. He was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses and laughed, "No need to talk nonsense. If I lose to you today, I will naturally do whatever you want. If you lose to me, I will do whatever you want."
Men..."
"Hehe, I quite like your 'shrinking the ground into an inch' Qinggong."
Assassin raised his eyebrows slightly, then smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, as long as you can defeat one and a half of my moves, I will give you whatever you want."
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand forward and with a "swipe", a bunch of things were thrown over by him.
Murong Fu was startled, thinking that the other party was going to take action, but the next moment, he was suddenly stunned, and then he was filled with overwhelming anger.
But he saw a woman lying at the feet of Assassin, with messy hair, pale face, and a trace of blood hanging from the corner of her mouth. It was Zhao Min who ran to set the fire earlier. There was a dark iron chain wrapped around her waist, the thickness of her thumb.
The other end stretched towards Assassin's sleeves and robe, and it turned out that Assassin had been dragging a person behind him.
Dai Qisi and Xiao Zhao looked at each other, feeling a little surprised, but they didn't know how Zhao Min fell into Assassin's hands.
The murderous intent in Murong Fu's eyes was solid, but he still tried his best to suppress his anger and asked in a deep voice, "What do you really want? A master like you would actually do such a despicable thing."
Assassin didn't care about his insults, and said with a smile on his face, "As long as you can achieve your goal, there is nothing wrong with doing it. I heard that your martial arts are the best in the world, and I would like to learn a few things from you."
As he spoke, he waved his backhand again. Zhao Min flew out together with the chain and hung on a treetop about ten feet away behind him. He then said, "If you win, I will pay you back. If you lose,
, join the Ming Cult and become my disciple."
Seeing that he had left Zhao Min far away, Murong Fu felt slightly relieved, "Then what are you waiting for? Come on!"
Before he finished speaking, his calves kicked the ground fiercely, his body suddenly jumped out, his right palm stretched out, and he performed a move of "Arrogance and Regret".
Assassin smiled slightly and stood motionless.
Seeing that he underestimated the enemy, Murong Fu immediately raised his strength again. The golden light in his palm became more intense and his strength became stronger. The void around him was buzzing and trembling.
Assassin still didn't move. In an instant, Murong Fu's attack came in front of him. He suddenly leaned back and his palm flew over his face, but he avoided it.
Murong Fu was slightly frightened. He hit the air with his palm, and his armpits were immediately exposed. Sure enough, the next moment, Assassin shook his shoulders and raised his hand to slap his armpits.
Murong Fu's moves were old and difficult to change. In the flash of lightning, he put his right foot on the ground, turned his body up, and turned around in the air. At the same time, he stretched out his left leg and kicked Assassin's waist.
Assassin also reacted very quickly. As soon as Murong Fu changed his move, he stretched out his right hand and patted it lightly. Murong Fu's leg seemed to bump into it deliberately. A "pop" sound was heard from the heel of Murong Fu's thigh.
There was a bit of pain, but he had moved his foot with enough force. Assassin's palm was bounced away by a strong force, and he flew out with his body, landing steadily three feet away.
The fight between the two lasted only for a split second. To others, it looked like they were just flying away at the touch of a touch, but they didn't know that the two had already defeated each other three times.
After Assassin landed, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and he said with a smile, "Not bad, not bad. If you join the Ming Cult, I will guarantee you the position of an elder."
Dai Qisi suddenly looked slightly shocked. Others did not know what the position of elder meant in the Persian Ming Cult, but he knew very well that even when the leader of the chief sect saw an elder, he had to use the courtesy of a junior and call him "sir" or "sir" directly.
It's the "elder".
In fact, to put it bluntly, the real power of the Persian Archbishop is three transcendent elders. The so-called leader and saint are more like a symbol or a ritual. Unexpectedly, Assassin actually promised an elder when he opened his mouth.
Even though she was a high-ranking saint in the past, she couldn't help but feel a little jealous.
"What is the position of elder? I don't care about it!" Murong Fu snorted coldly. Beiming Zhenqi circulated for a while, suppressing the pain in his thighs. He counted points with his hands in the air. At the same time, dozens of colorful sword energies appeared.
They shot out, but halfway through, they suddenly merged together and turned into a dazzling white light.
Assassin was startled for a moment, a trace of undetectable solemnity flashed across his face, and then he raised his hands flat, revealing a pair of palms as white as jade, with a red light shining on each palm, and the surrounding temperature instantly increased.
The leaves falling on the ground also zoom rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Murong Fu took in all this scene and was slightly shocked. This fiery aura was somewhat similar to the internal energy used by the Ever-Victorious King. To be precise, it should be that the inner strength used by the Ever-Victorious King was only superficial, but in front of him
Assassin's skill is much more pure.
Assassin pushed out his palms violently. The red palms of his palms reflected each other and merged with each other, turning into a red light beam as thick as a child's arm.
With a sound of "chi", Murong Fu's white-gang sword energy collided with Assassin's red beam of light. Then, a burst of unpleasant and harsh sounds sounded, and the white-gang sword energy actually penetrated directly.
In the red light beam.
However, to Murong Fu's disappointment, the white light sword energy slowed down greatly and gradually stopped. At this time, it was only inserted a few feet deep, which was exactly half the length of the red light beam.
With a flick of Assassin's wrist, the red light became even brighter, and with two "puff" sounds, the white light sword energy in it melted away until no trace was left.
Murong Fu's face looked slightly better now. After all, his Six Meridians Divine Sword was struck from the air. Although it was extremely powerful, if one hit failed, it would be weak in subsequent attacks. However, Assassin was continuously outputting internal energy.
, naturally slightly better.
In the midst of his thoughts, an extremely hot wave of air rushed toward him. Murong Fu was startled when he saw Assassin's red beam of light suddenly come out of his hand and reach in front of him.
Murong Fu tapped the ground lightly with his toes, and with a move he caught the wind and waved back, his body slid out backwards. At the same time, a green and red color flashed across his face, he made a strange gesture with his left hand, and slowly pushed out with the palm of his right hand.
But with a "pop" sound, as soon as the red beam of light touched Murong Fu's palm, it instantly sank into his arm like a mud cow entering the sea.
Murong Fu suddenly felt a hot and domineering force pouring into his meridians, and his whole body seemed to be on fire. A heartbreaking pain came from him, his throat felt sweet, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
Seeing the lightning and flint, he decisively gave up and continued to move around. He counted several points with his left arm on his right arm, and then threw out the two blazing powers, hitting Assassin.
Assassin's pupils shrank slightly. This was the first time his expression changed. It was obvious that he was extremely surprised. Then his eyes flashed slightly, and he didn't see how he moved. He suddenly stood up from the ground and said "bump" twice.
, the red beam of light hit his feet in an instant, the rocks and soil exploded, and the wind and sand moved away.
All this is a long story, but in fact it only happened in one or two breaths. Murong Fu also looked at Assassin in surprise. This was the first time he used the Star Shift, and he was forced to stop midway.
This was not to say that the other party's internal energy was deeper than his, but that the other party's internal energy was extremely hot. He had a hunch that if he hesitated for even a moment, his meridians might burst.
"What kind of inner strength is it? It's obviously not the Supreme Yang, but it can emit such extreme heat." Murong Fu thought in his heart.
After Assassin landed, he glanced at the two burnt-black deep holes next to him, then gave Murong Fu a steady look, and then said, "Oh, it turns out that the great shift of the universe is really in your hands, so it will save a lot of trouble."
Already."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his steps and was already about ten feet away.
Unexpectedly, Murong Fu suddenly shouted, "Wait a minute!"