Luo Bing was startled, and then she realized what she was doing. A trace of shame and anger flashed in her eyes. However, she also knew that although this young prince was very lustful, he still knew some sense of propriety. Even if he really had any thoughts about her, he would not dare to act rashly.
After all, now Honghua will be with...
Thinking of the Red Flower Club, Luo Bing's heart suddenly became cold. Today's Red Flower Club has completely destroyed its foundation. There are only two chief rudders left. At most, including each branch rudder, there are only three or two kittens. If it is Prince Bao's Mansion,
People who know this might just kick the red flower club away.
Although Fu Ankang was laughing maniacally at this moment, he was actually sending out a secret signal on purpose. Besides the old man in charge, there was also a master secretly protecting him, arranged by Prince Bao for him.
At the same time, he also signaled to the old man to go and mobilize troops.
"Haha." Murong Fu suddenly sneered, stretched out his hand, and shook Fu Ankang's hand.
Fu Ankang staggered and fell forward uncontrollably. As his eyes flashed, seven or eight Murong Fu appeared at the same time.
Fu Ankang instinctively wanted to rub his eyes, but he suddenly felt a strong force coming from his lower abdomen. At the same time, he was hit on his vest and almost lost his breath.
The girls and the old man in charge were stunned. They could only see Murong Fu's figure instantly split into seven or eight shadows, which separated and merged suddenly. Each shadow attacked a part of Fu Ankang at the same time, and Fu Ankang's figure was thrown into the air.
, up and down, screaming again and again, never landing.
The old man was stunned for a long time, and finally came to his senses. What kind of three-legged cat kung fu was this? He immediately turned around and ran away without hesitation. He knew that he was no match for Murong Fu. Now he had to immediately send a message to the elite soldiers in the mansion, asking them to encircle and suppress him.
Murong Fu.
But how could Murong Fu let him succeed? Suddenly, all the shadows merged together to reveal Murong Fu's figure. He grabbed the old man at the door again. The old man felt a suction coming from behind and immediately stamped his feet.
, I want to use this to stabilize my body shape.
However, the suction force became stronger and stronger, and the internal strength that he had finally cultivated was also lost bit by bit. He was so shocked that he suddenly felt light and flew back.
In fact, Murong Fu's current Beiming Divine Art has been cultivated to a great level, and he can barely absorb energy from a distance.
The old man's body was flying in mid-air. Murong Fu suddenly jumped up and kicked out from the air. An invisible force flew out and hit the old man's waist. He only heard two heart-wrenching sounds of "Gurgling", and the old man's body
It actually folded in half at waist level, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell out like a torn sack, falling to the ground, not knowing whether it was life or death.
Murong Fu fell back to the ground, and then lowered his head to look at Fu Ankang in front of him. However, he saw that Fu Ankang's face was twisted at this time, and his eyes and nose were almost piled together. It was obvious that he was in extreme pain. Although there were no wounds on his body, his whole body was soft and soft.
, as if there were no bones.
Murong Fu took a step forward, stepped on the back of Fu Ankang's hand, and twisted it hard.
"Ah... let... let go... me..." Fu Ankang screamed and hurriedly begged for mercy.
All of this is a long story. In fact, from the time Murong Fu took action to the present, it was just a snap of the fingers. The two people who were so arrogant just now, one didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and the other was lying on the ground like mud, uttering intermittently begging for mercy.
"Murong Fu, you...you...don't mess around." Seeing Fu Ankang's appearance, Luo Bing couldn't bear it. After all, he was also the young prince of Prince Bao's palace, and he was considered the leader of the Red Flower Club. Now the Red Flower Club has become
With this appearance, if you want to regain your strength, you may have to rely on Prince Bao's Mansion. If you kill the young prince, the consequences will be really disastrous.
Murong Fu didn't seem to hear anything. He didn't even pause his movements. He looked calmly towards the outside of the room and said lightly, "How long do you want to hide? Come out!"
Everyone was stunned and looked towards the door, but except for the faint moonlight, it was completely dark and there was no one there.
"ah!"
Murong Fu stepped on him hard again and snorted coldly, "If you don't come out, your master will die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "chi" sound, and a red flower-colored force flew from the door, fiery red, like a ball of flame.
There was a strange look in Murong Fu's eyes. With a flick of his hand, he grabbed the ball of energy in his hand. With a "swish" sound, a cluster of flames burst out from his palm.
"It is indeed a flame sword. The master's flame sword has made a breakthrough, but if you want to use the flame sword to deal with me, it is still far behind." Murong Fu smiled faintly and waved his hand to disperse the flames.
"Almsgiver Murong, I haven't seen you for a long time. I'm glad that my skills have increased again. I'm glad to say that." At this moment, a gentle and upright voice sounded, and everyone followed the sound. At some point, there was an extra person at the door, dressed in yellow.
Looking at the cassock, he looks like a monk from the Western Regions. He has a thin body, two extremely large ears, and a precious light flowing on his face, making him look like an enlightened monk.
None of the girls had seen this man before, and they didn't even know how he appeared. It was as if he was standing there, but they didn't see him.
"Amitabha, the young monk Jiumozhi, I have met Mr. Murong. I haven't seen you for many days. Mr. Murong is fine." Jiumozhi stood with one hand in front of his chest, bent down and saluted, and said very politely.
Murong Fu had just felt a very strong aura following Fu Ankang outside the house, but he did not expect that this person was Jiumozhi. For a moment, he was stunned on the spot, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
"It turns out to be Master Jiumozhi. What happened? When did Master become the lackey of the palace!"
There was no movement on Jiumozhi's face, and there was even a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said, "Everyone gets what he needs. There is no such thing as a running dog. The young monk's life is to run around, how can he be like Master Murong?"
A carefree life.”
After a pause, he then said, "I hope the young master will give this young monk some face, so how about we just let it go?"
His tone was very calm, neither urgent nor slow, very calm, and there was no hint of anger.
Murong Fu couldn't help but be shocked. You must know that last time at Xujiaji, he beat Jiumozhi half to death. He thought that after that time, the two had formed a deadly feud and would never stop fighting if they met again. Unexpectedly,
The Jiumozhi I saw today seemed like a different person, as if what happened that day never happened.
"Did I beat him to the point of amnesia?" Murong Fu thought in his mind, and couldn't help but blurt out, "How is the master recovering from the injury he sustained in Xujiaji last time?"
The corner of Jiumozhi's mouth twitched slightly, and a trace of resentment flashed deep in his eyes, but there was a slight smile on his face, and he said, "The young monk was destined to have this calamity, but he only used the hands of the young master to cope with the calamity. Now that the calamity has passed, the young monk has achieved enlightenment.
, the past has become like smoke and can no longer be remembered.”
Murong Fu was stunned for a long time before he realized that Jiumozhi's expression changes were extremely secretive, but they still did not escape his eyes. It turned out that Jiumozhi was just bluffing. He knew he was not his opponent, so he did not say a word about it.
What happened last time.
After figuring out the joints, Murong Fu sneered slightly, raised his legs and walked towards Jiumozhi, saying, "Since it is the master's request, I have to give you some face, but I have something unclear, so I still ask the master for advice.
"
When Jiumozhi saw Murong Fu approaching, his heart suddenly tightened and his heart beat faster. He wanted to turn around and run away immediately, but he glanced at the young prince Fu Ankang on the ground and tried his best to hold back. His face remained calm and he asked, "I don't know.
Young Master wants to ask something, if the young monk knows it, he will definitely tell you everything."
"Hehe," Murong Fu suddenly grinned, "I am just weird. You and I obviously have a deep hatred. Why do you think I will let you go?"
Before he finished speaking, his body suddenly rushed out, he raised his hand and let out a "roar", and a powerful golden force rushed towards Jiumozhi. In the eyes of others, Murong Fu's figure and movements could not be clearly seen.
You can see that his whole body turned into a huge golden palm, grabbing at Jiumozhi.
Jiumozhi's expression changed drastically, and he raised his legs from the ground. When he was in the air, his right hand standing in front of his chest made a strange gesture in the air, while his left hand made a semicircle from left to right, and with a "swipe", both hands
Put your hands together and cut it off like a knife.
With a "Puff" sound, a fiery red energy surged in the wind. In an instant, it was about ten feet in size. It was like a big knife, its whole body was crystal clear, burning with blazing flames, and a hot air wave slowly spread out.
Jiumozhi completed a series of movements in the midst of lightning and flint, but when he heard a low drink from his mouth, the huge flaming sword energy slashed down on Murong Fu's palm.
"Chichichichi" a harsh sound sounded, like a knife blade scraping against an iron plate, making people's bones feel numb.
But after a burst of sparks, palm power, sword aura, and fire aura were scattered throughout the house. In an instant, the beautiful house became charred and in a mess.
At this time, Murong Fu stood a few feet away from Jiumozhi, looking at Jiumozhi with an indifferent expression.
Jiumozhi also looked at Murong Fu solemnly. After a long while, he suddenly let out a long breath. His whole body seemed to have been drained of energy, and he was extremely decadent. He sighed and said, "The young monk thought that
After cultivating the Flame Sword to great perfection, I could compete with Mr. Murong, but I didn't expect that in the end, I would still be inferior to Mr. Murong. The speed of his martial arts progress is rare in the world."
"The young monk asks himself that he knows everything from ancient times to the present, but he has never heard of anyone as talented as the young master."
"Okay, there's no need to say flattery. Do you want to retreat on your own, or should I send you away?" Murong Fu said impatiently.
Jiumozhi's face froze, he looked at Fu Ankang on the ground, and finally nodded, "I'll take my leave, little monk."
After saying that, he put his hands together in a salute and slowly disappeared from the spot.
As soon as Jiumozhi left, Murong Fu breathed a sigh of relief. This Jiumozhi was indeed extremely talented. If it weren't for the limited potential of his martial arts, he might have grown even faster.
For such an enemy, Murong Fu naturally did not want to let go, but now he was in the palace, and his fight with Jiumozhi would definitely alarm the elite soldiers of the palace. By then, he might be able to run away, but the woman behind him and the disciples of the Crystal Palace would not be able to escape.