Duan Yu's Biography of Cultivating Immortals

chapter 79
Duan Yu killed all directions in the ring, and no one dared to fight against him.

No one answered, so he could only name names.

"National teacher, why don't you come up and teach me?" Duan Yu looked at Jiumozhi.

With a jump in his heart, Jiumozhi hurriedly put his hands together: "Amitabha, Master Duan's martial arts are superb, and this little monk is willing to bow down."

Seeing him give in quickly, Duan Yu felt bored.

He glanced at all the heroes in the audience, and finally fixed his eyes on Murong Fu.

He smiled and said: "I've heard for a long time that the Murong family in Gusu is shaking up the martial arts world. Can Young Master Murong come on stage and give me some advice?"

Duan Yu's heart is itching tight as he has never seen the stars move.

Murong Fu's face froze.

But quickly recovered.

He knew that he was not Duan Yu's opponent, so he could only snort, shut up and make a silent protest.

"Beiqiao Peak and Nan Murong are both equally famous, haha, it's really ridiculous!"

Duan Yu shook his head with sarcasm on his face.

"Duan used to compete with brother Qiao in martial arts. His Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are fierce and domineering. Compared with your Murong family's kung fu, it's not ridiculous for Nan Murong to stand shoulder to shoulder with Bei Qiaofeng?"

Once these words came out, it was like slapping Murong Fu severely in public.

Murong Fu's face turned red, no matter how good his self-cultivation was, he couldn't help being furious, wishing he could go on stage and kill Duan Yu with a sword.

Duan Yu glanced at him, as if seeing a series of experience packs.

He smiled lightly and said: "Master Murong is not convinced?"

Murong Fu snorted softly, with a cold face, he took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.

His mind was racing, but the anger in his heart was surging and difficult to suppress.

A majestic man, a descendant of the Dayan imperial family, and a nobleman of the emperor, to be humiliated in public like this, is really aggrieved!
"I would like to ask Mr. Duan for advice again!"

Murong Fu sneered and couldn't help it anymore.

"Nan Murong is finally willing to make a move!"

"I don't know if it's an embroidered pillow or if it's a real skill!"

"There's a good show here!"

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With the crowd looking forward to it, Murong Fu jumped onto the ring with elegant and unrestrained movements.

"Very good!"

Duan Yu nodded: "Young Master Murong, please accept the move!"

A finger popped out indifferently.

Amidst the whistling sound, a wave of fingers shot away.

This finger is an understatement, but it contains huge power.

"Ding!" Murong Fu's long sword vibrated and flew out from his hand.

It's not the first time that Duan Yu knocked his weapon away.

But he still couldn't prevent it and was very depressed.

Murong Fu hurriedly jumped to grab the hilt of the sword, hoping to get it back.

There was another whistling sound, as if a piece of paper was torn, the sound was soft.

He was startled, and turned his body violently, turning over like a dragon, spinning and flying out, ignoring the long sword.

After landing, I suddenly felt a pain in my shoulder.

Looking down, he saw that his left arm and shoulder were scratched with blood.

At the moment just now, although Murong Fu dodged, he could not avoid the finger.

Fortunately, Murong's family's body skills are extraordinary, one move dispelled the force of the finger, and the big injury turned into a small injury.

"Gusu Murong, it is indeed an embroidered pillow, it is simply vulnerable!"

Yao Bodang, the leader of the Five Tigers' Cutting Sword, laughed loudly.

His younger brother died in the Murong family's way of repaying him, and everyone in the Qin family village hated the Murong family.

The martial arts figures who had an enmity with Murong's family ridiculed wantonly one by one.

Even Guo Yanzhi, the head of the Funiu faction who has always been generous to others, was yelling and cursing, not caring about his image.

Watching Duan Yu brutally brutalize Murong Fu, Wang Yuyan's face was indifferent, unusually calm, as if it was none of her business.

Perhaps only after a disastrous defeat can my cousin wake up from his dream of restoring the country.
"Don't think that I, Murong Fu, is easy to bully!"

Murong Fu's face turned livid, and he had murderous intent.

He slipped, stepped two meters diagonally, and popped out with his fingers.

It is the unique skill of the Murong family, Shenhezhi!
"Chi!" Amidst the fierce roar, a fierce finger force shot out of the air and shot straight towards Duan Yu at an extremely fast speed.

Murong Fu suffered from the Six Meridians Excalibur repeatedly.

He was very afraid of Duan Yu's Six Meridians Excalibur, so he racked his brains to decipher the technique of the Six Meridians Excalibur.

But the number one sword in the world is not so easy to crack.

Murong Fu thought, the Six Meridians Excalibur refers to Dharma in the final analysis.

So he worked hard on Murong's family's ginseng finger, and wanted to return it to him in the same way!

"interesting!"

Duan Yu smiled slightly, and lightly pointed out his index finger, but he used a yang finger.

To deal with Xiao Fu, he was too lazy to use the Six Meridians Excalibur.

One yang finger is enough.

There was a whistling sound, louder than the finger-twisting just now.

"Pfft!" Murong Fu's body trembled suddenly, and he flew out obliquely to the sky, a ball of blood exploded on his chest, blood was bubbling from the bloody hole as big as his finger.

The two pointed at each other, but he was defeated in the end.

Like a mayfly shaking a tree.

The two seemed to be competing in fingering skills, but it was actually a contest between internal strength and magic, martial arts training and immortality.

It's purely an act of death!
With a single finger, Murong Fu was punched right through, like being shot through by 98K.

"Master son!"

Deng Baichuan and Fengbo hurriedly jumped onto the ring, came to Murong Fu's side, and supported him to prevent him from falling and causing embarrassment.

Murong Fu felt sore and weak all over, his strength gradually disappeared along with the blood.

He seemed to see his grandma.

Murong Fu struggled, shook his head, cheered up and said: "Brother Deng, don't panic... Take out the golden medicine and sprinkle it on my wound!" Deng Baichuan took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, and sprinkled some powder on Murong Repeated wounds.

This is the Murong family's holy medicine for healing.

"As expected of Gang Leader Duan!"

Lin Yijian sighed with emotion and stared at Duan Yu with excitement and fanaticism.

It's so strong!
Completely invincible!
Some people shook their heads and sighed, snorting: "Is this Nan Murong? So weak? I feel like I can even torture him!"

"It's better to be famous than to meet! I didn't expect Nan Murong to be so unbearable!"

"He, Nan Murong, can't compare to Bei Qiaofeng! It's all a reputation!"

"Compared to Gang Leader Duan, he's far behind!" a member of the Beggar Gang said proudly.

"How can he compete with Sect Leader Duan? It's like Yinghuo and Haoyue competing for glory!"

"It makes sense!" Everyone nodded in agreement.

Murong Fu slightly closed his eyes and was healing his wounds, but after hearing these words, his handsome face was as pale as paper without a trace of blood.

Suddenly feel that the sky is dim and the earth is dark, and there is nowhere to go.

His hands were trembling, and his eyes were fixed on the weapon on Deng Baichuan's waist. He wanted to die, but he was powerless.

"Take it away, next one!" Duan Yu waved his hand.

He was very disappointed when he didn't see the stars shifting.

Fortunately, Murong Fu contributed a wave of [-] experience points.

Duan Yu plans to use this experience to exchange Yu Yan for a Beauty Pill.

Oh, Yuyan has practiced the Little Wuxiang Kungfu, so she can stay young forever, so I don’t need it, so I can exchange it for one for Miss Zhong Ling.
Thinking of Zhong Ling's proud figure, Duan Yu's heart was greatly moved.

When I get back, I will show my cards and take her down!
"What a Dali Duan Yu! I'll let this old man come and teach you how to do it!"

A gray shadow flashed across the stage and suddenly appeared on the stage.

Everyone was astonished that this human body method was so fast, it was simply outrageous!
Duan Yu took a look, with a clear light in his eyes.

This man is thin, as strong as a pine tree, with gray robes and gray hair.

His face was covered with a gray scarf, only revealing a pair of eyes, shining brightly and dazzlingly.

As soon as the Celestial Eye Technique was activated, Duan Yu immediately smiled.

This person is over fifty years old, and his appearance is quite similar to Murong Fu's.

It must be Murong Bo.

It's really hitting the young ones, and the old ones are coming.

"Are you here for Murong Fu?" Duan Yu's eyes shone brightly, and he looked forward to the change of stars in his heart.

The small ones can't grasp it, so the old ones should show it, right?

"Not bad! Let me weigh your ability!"

Murong Bo nodded, his voice was clear and bright, and his words were correct, as if every word contained power, directly hitting people's hearts.

"Then try your best, otherwise I'm afraid you won't have many chances." Duan Yu said lightly.

"Insanity!"

Murong Bo's eyes flickered, he felt icy cold, he slapped his right palm fiercely, the wind from his palm whizzed like a strong wind.

"Great Vajra Palm?"

Duan Yu raised his eyebrows, stepped forward lightly, clapped his left hand, and the palm wind greeted him.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound.

Murong Bo's body froze, he took a few steps back from the shock, he walked quickly in a circle, like walking in eight trigrams steps, and only then did he lose his strength.

His eyes were piercing and radiant, staring at Duan Yu closely, he was quite surprised: "No wonder Murong Fu was defeated by you, the old man underestimated you!"

"This old man is not simple!"

Lin Yijian whispered: "Where did such a master appear? His martial arts skills are even comparable to those of Beiqiao Peak!"

Daxia Lin stroked his beard and said, "Father told you a long time ago, the world is so big, there are countless strange people and strange men, don't be proud!"

"That's what dad taught you!" Lin Yijian nodded heavily, benefiting a lot.

Murong Bo suffered a lot, and his breath became heavier.

He gaited calmly and stopped with stillness.

Duan Yu nodded secretly, Murong Bo's actual combat experience is indeed very rich, and he knows a lot about the method of unloading force.

"Your Excellency is really good at it!" Murong Bo said coldly.

Duan Yu sighed: "Your kung fu is average, can you show some real skills?"

In order to get out of Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, he has already suppressed his cultivation.

"Hmph!" Murong Bo narrowed his eyes and sneered, raising his left index finger in the air.

Duan Yu frowned, and with a flick of his sleeve, there was a soft "boo", as if the cork had been opened.

Murong Bo stepped on footwork, his body swayed like he was drunk.

He tapped his index finger three times in the air, and made three soft whistles of "chi chi chi".

Duan Yu stood still, flicked his left sleeve again, looked indifferent, shook his head and said: "Your Excellency, your skills in finger-twisting are really average!"

Murong Bo narrowed his eyes even more tightly, and suddenly stretched out his right hand, fiercely, with a sharp whistle like the sound of tearing cloth.

"Do you mean Duo Luo Ye?" Duan Yu still shook his head, flicking his right sleeve, the clouds were light and the wind was gentle, calm and leisurely.

The howling stopped abruptly and disappeared invisible.

Taking advantage of this moment, Murong Bo leaned forward and pushed his palms fiercely, the wind from his palms whistled like a strong wind.

"Hannya Palm!"

The people on the sacred mountain of Qingliang Temple in Mount Wutai exclaimed.

"This person first used the Great Vajra Palm, then the Nianhua Finger and the Duoluoye Finger, and now he used the Prajna Palm. Could it be that this mysterious master is an eminent monk from Shaolin?"

He said and looked in the direction of Shaolin.

Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin suddenly had a headache.

Where did this master emerge from?
It's okay if Duan Yu knows Shaolin's stunts.

Another Jiumozhi jumped out, claiming to have Shaolin 72 stunts.

Then a masked young man came again and used the Shaolin Yi Jin Jing.

Now, a mysterious old man jumped out of his grandma's house and used five or six Shaolin stunts!

Is there a leak in the Shaolin Temple? 72 stunts everywhere?
Also, how come other people can learn Shaolin’s unique skills better than us?
He doesn't understand.

All the Shaolin monks didn't understand, they looked bitter.

(End of this chapter)