Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Chapter 86
Murong Fu switched the folding fan from his hand to his left, and with a distance of three feet from the bowl of wine, his right hand slowly extended out.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the next shocking battle.However, what is disappointing is that every time Murong Fu's fingertips were half an inch away from the edge of the wine bowl, they retracted again, as if encountering an invisible barrier. That wine bowl is nothing.

Everyone was anxious and talking.The Xingxiu disciples wanted to flatter their master, but the expression on their master's face made them shut up again.Occasionally, those who were unresponsive wanted to shout a few slogans, but they were calmly stopped by the people around them.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, and experts watch the way.Those spectators who had come to watch because of the excitement before saw that the two of them had been slow to make a move, and they were just making fuss around a wine bowl, and they were very bored.

Someone made a "hush" sound, and then the originally still crowd broke apart with a "crash" like ice on a pond in early spring.So those who do business continue to do business, and those who dry clothes continue to dry clothes.The drinker held the wine bowl, shook his head, and continued to continue the unfinished gossip business just now, as if the big war that made countless people fear did not exist at all.

The bustle of the street resumed just now.Although passers-by complained about the behavior of a group of Xingxiu faction occupying the main road, they didn't dare to say anything. They shrank their heads and hurried on their way.

Only the few people who are closest can feel the oppression.

There was no wind and not a cloud in the sky.Those who remained on the field consciously kept a distance of one foot away from the two.Although the two of them didn't seem to move at all, the invisible oppressive feeling made everyone dare not make even the slightest sound.

Finally, a Beggar Clan disciple couldn't bear it anymore, and whispered to Wu Changfeng next to him, "Elder Wu, what exactly is Mr. Murong doing?"

Wu Changfeng frowned and did not answer.

Apart from Ding Chunqiu and Murong Fu, he has the highest martial arts here, and he is the only one who can barely see how the two fight.

In the eyes of others, Murong Fu just stretched out his hand repeatedly, and retracted it again.

But in his eyes, the two people's hands have been moving with a slightly invisible range, but because the range is too small and the two people's movements are too fast, it seems that the two people have been repeating the same movement.

Ding Chunqiu's expression is solemn, the complacent expression on his face disappeared completely.There was a faint smile on the corner of Murong Fu's mouth.

As time passed, beads of sweat gradually appeared on Ding Chunqiu's forehead, and Murong Fu's outstretched hand gradually trembled in an invisible arc.

The two seem to be strolling in the courtyard, but in fact they are competing with each other with vigorous internal strength.Although Ding Chunqiu is an evil heretic, he was an official disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect in his early years, and his internal energy is far higher than that of his senior brother Su Xinghe.Although he later betrayed his teacher and sent out, but after decades of hard work, his deep internal strength has long been far above the first-class masters.

Although Murong Fu is young, after absorbing part of the inner strength of Jiumozhi, Zhe Luoxing and Boluoxing, he is already above Ding Chunqiu in terms of pure inner strength.But every time the competition reaches the last moment, when the opponent is about to win, the opponent always avoids it in a strange way, as if there is a mass of invisible air in front of him, which cannot be grasped at all.

Taoist exercises, small non-phase exercises.

However, it is obvious that Ding Chunqiu's little formless kung fu has not been practiced to the point of perfection, otherwise his body's internal strength is like his fingers, and his heart can move at will, so he can attack Murong Fu without anyone noticing, and he won't be kept by the opponent all the time. Pressed.

A small crack opened from the bottom of the bowl, and then the crack gradually expanded to the edge of the bowl, and finally the entire wine bowl was densely covered with cracks.The originally calm wine in the bowl also had waves as the cracks expanded, and finally formed a small vortex in the small wine bowl, as if a storm had blown in the wine bowl.

Finally, with a "bang", the wine bowl exploded into countless pieces, as if it had been slammed with a heavy hammer.

Ding Chunqiu uttered a cry, flicked his fingers more than a dozen times at a dizzying speed, a few drops of wine splashed and flew towards Murong Fu like an arrow off the string.

Murong Fu opened the folding fan with his left hand.The folding fan is like an eagle spreading its wings to meet the coming storm, or like a soldier erecting a shield in his hand to protect the king behind him.

Drinks all over the sky hit the folding fan, and were bounced back one by one.Occasionally, a drop of the returned wine hit the roadside bluestone bricks, a crack appeared on the stone bricks, and then a big hole appeared in an instant. Obviously, this drop of wine contained terrible poison.

Ding Chunqiu flicked his ten fingers, his sleeves fluttered like a butterfly wearing flowers, playing in the world, indescribably elegant and agile.Murong Fu used a folding fan to make it airtight, let the wine be like a gust of wind and rain, and the folding fan is like a plantain in the wind and rain, let the rain penetrate the forest and beat the leaves, and it will not move in the end.

The last drop of wine was blocked by the folding fan, Ding Chunqiu tapped his toes, closed his palms, and slapped it towards Murong Fu.Murong Fu threw the folding fan casually, and met Ding ChunQiu's palms with both palms.

The moment the two palms touched, Ding Chunqiu's eyes showed a smug look.Then he turned his palms into claws, and tightly grasped Murong Fu's hands with both hands. Then, the internal force stimulated, and the poison in his body was like a flood that opened the gate, continuously rushing towards the opponent's body along Murong Fu's palm.

His Huagong Dafa is based on poison, and every time he uses it, a part of the poison in his body will be consumed.And the lost poison must be replenished in time, otherwise, once the lost poison is too much and cannot be replenished in time, the exercises will backfire.

At that time, the meridians, skin and flesh of the whole body will fester from the inside out, and for a while, the person will not die immediately.That feeling was ten thousand times more terrifying than Ling Chi's execution.He once executed a disciple who betrayed him in a similar way.

Shut it in a sealed stone room, so that it cannot replenish toxins, and meals are all available.The disciple wailed for a full month, and finally died miserably in that torment that was a hundred times more painful than Ling Chi.

Today, he has used a large amount of poison so recklessly, obviously he has the intention of killing Murong Fu.

Unexpectedly, Murong Fu's hands were restrained, but there was no panic on his face, and there was a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Ding Chunqiu was stunned for a moment, a bad premonition welled up in his heart.He wanted to withdraw his hands, but found that his hands seemed to be glued to the opponent's hands by swim bladder.Then a strong force gushed out from the opponent's palm, all the poison he had injected into the opponent's body earlier returned into Ding Chunqiu's body along the previous trajectory.

"My Murong family's secret knowledge, you, a traitor, can't understand it!"

Murong Fu's icy voice was like a thunderbolt exploding in Ding Chunqiu's ears.

　The second watch is delivered, sleep well, la la la.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)