Chapter 79 The younger one is beaten, the older one is here

Duan Yu was killing everyone in the ring, and no one dared to fight him.

No one answered, so he could only name names.

"Master, why don't you come up and give me some advice?" Duan Yu looked at Jiumozhi.

With his heart skipping a beat, Jiumozhi hurriedly clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, Donor Duan is a master of martial arts, and this young monk is willing to be defeated."

Seeing him give in quickly, Duan Yu felt bored.

He glanced at the crowd in the audience, and finally fixed his gaze 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 felt itchy in his heart as he had never seen the stars change so far.

Murong Fu's expression froze.

But recovered quickly.

He knew he was no match for Duan Yu, so he could only snort, shut up, and make a silent protest.

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

Duan Yu shook his head with sarcasm on his face.

"Duan once competed with Brother Qiao in martial arts. His Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are fierce and domineering. They are much better than the Kung Fu of your Murong family. Isn't it ridiculous that Nan Murong and Bei Qiao Feng stand shoulder to shoulder?"

These words were tantamount to a slap in the face of Murong Fu in public.

Murong Fu's face turned red. No matter how well-mannered he was, he couldn't help but burst into anger. He wished he could go on stage and kill Duan Yu with a sword.

Duan Yu glanced at him and seemed to see a series of experience packages.

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

Murong Fu snorted softly, with a cold face, and tried to take a breath to suppress the anger.

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

It is really humiliating for a man, a great man, a descendant of the Yan royal family, and a member of the imperial family to be humiliated like this in public!

"I would like to ask Mr. Duan for advice again!"

Murong Fu sneered and couldn't bear it anymore.

"Nan Murong is finally willing to take action!"

“I don’t know if it’s just an embroidered pillow or if I’m really talented!”

"Now there's something good to watch!"

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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: "Mr. Murong, please accept the move!"

He flicked it out with a careless finger.

Amidst the light whistling sound, a swipe of flowers was shot away with force.

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

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

This was not the first time that Duan Yu had his weapon knocked 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 whistle in my ears, like tearing a piece of paper, the sound was slight.

He was startled, and turned around violently, like a dragon turning over, spinning and flying out, not caring to catch the sword again.

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

When he lowered his head and looked down, he saw that his left arm and shoulder had been bruised and bruised.

Even though Murong Fu dodged at that moment just now, he was unable to avoid this finger.

Fortunately, Murong's body skills were extraordinary, and he could resolve the force of his fingers with just one movement, turning major injuries into minor injuries.

"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 junior brother died in the Murong family and everyone in Qin Village hated the Murong family.

The martial arts people who had a grudge against the Murong family all laughed at him wantonly.

Even Guo Yanzhi, the head of the Funiu Sect who was always kind 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 own business.

Perhaps only by experiencing a disastrous defeat can my cousin wake up from his dream of national restoration.

"Don't think that I, Murong Fu, is easy to bully!"

Murong Fu's face turned livid, and he was filled with murderous intent.

His foot slipped and he stepped two meters diagonally, only to be thrown out with a flick of his finger.

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 repeatedly suffered losses from the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

He was very afraid of Duan Yu's Six Meridians Divine Sword, so he racked his brains to crack the method of the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

But how can the best sword in the world be so easy to crack?

Murong Fu thought that the Six Meridians Divine Sword was ultimately about fingering.

Therefore, he practiced the Murong family's Shenhezhi method and wanted to repay him with his own way!

“Interesting!”

Duan Yu smiled slightly and gently pointed his index finger, using his yang finger.

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

One yang finger is enough.

There was a slight whistle, louder than the finger-twisting movement just now.

"Poof!" Murong Fu suddenly shuddered and flew out sideways. A ball of blood exploded in his chest, and the blood hole as big as his finger gushed out.

The two pointed at each other, but he was ultimately defeated.

Like a worm 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 seeking death!

With one finger, Murong Fu was punched all over, as if he had been shot 98K through his body.

"Master!"

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 that his whole body was sore and weak, and his strength gradually disappeared as the blood flowed out.

He seemed to see his grandma.

Murong Fu struggled hard, shook his head, and cheered up: "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 pocket and sprinkled some powder on Murong Fu's wound.

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, humming: "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 Qiao Feng! His reputation is just a boast!"

"Compared to Gang Leader Duan, he is far behind!" said the Beggar Clan member proudly.

"How does he deserve to be compared with Master Duan? It's like a firefly competing with the bright moon!"
To be continued...