The Heavens: Rebirth of Xu Zhu, Recognizing His Father at the Beginning

Chapter 92 It turns out to be you!

The person who came was none other than Murong Fu. When Ding Chunqiu saw Murong Fu appear, his heart sank.

Coincidentally, at this time Murong Fu also slowly turned around and saw Ye Wuxin and Ding Chunqiu in the confrontation.

"What a coincidence, this is a place where we never meet again in life. We just met here, separated for just a short moment, and then reunited here."

Murong Fu saluted Ding Chunqiu and Ye Wuxin with his fists raised, his expression half-smiling but not smiling.

"It's a coincidence. I didn't expect to meet Donor Murong here. I wonder if Donor is interested in killing Ding Chunqiu, a notorious old devil?"

"Old Monster Xingxiu has a bad reputation all over the world. If he is killed by 'Nan Murong' here, it will definitely make Gusu Murong's reputation even more famous all over the world. What do you think, Mr. Murong?"

Hearing Ye Wuxin's words, Ding Chunqiu felt something bad.

'I injured several of his generals first, and even almost killed Murong Fu during today's chess match. There is no way this person can settle our grudges with me.'

'I have always heard that Gusu Murong's martial arts is profound, and his saying, 'Use the other's way to repay the other's body' is even more prestigious in the martial arts world. I don't think it's all just lies.'

"You stinky bald donkey is neither good nor bad. My master is the supreme master of martial arts. You, a bald donkey, are worthy of being my master's junior brother. If you are wise, you can kill that little one."

Ding Chunqiu was a master of Poison Kung Fu, and his Qing Kung Fu was also extraordinary. The power of the Kung Fu Transformation Technique in his hands was fierce, but he could not get even half an inch in front of Ye Wuxin.

"Thank you so much, little master, for saving my brothers. I would like to propose a toast to you."

His body flashed out of the way, and he only used his palm to split the air to meet the enemy, without any direct contact with Ding Chunqiu.

Without making a move, Xiaoyao Sanxiao Powder was delivered to the Xingxiu disciple by Murong Fu using the method of "returning to the other person's way".

Without looking at Ding Chunqiu, Murong Fu raised a cup of tea and raised his hand to signal Ye Wuxin.

"Mr. Murong, this little master, the three of us are really destined to be together. Come, come, come, I'll toast you two."

All the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect knew that he had been poisoned by Xiaoyao Three Laughter Powder, and they all looked horrified and frightened. After hurriedly looking at the fellow disciple who had lost his breath, they all lowered their heads without even daring to take a breath.

During the conversation, the three smiles reappeared and enveloped Murong Fu silently.

After chasing him for a long time, he didn't even touch the corner of his clothes. How should she praise him?

Ding Chunqiu snorted coldly, and his figure appeared behind Ah Zi, throwing him directly towards Ye Wuxin, secretly using the magic power in his hand to kill him like a hungry tiger attacking a sheep.

Ye Wuxin's Dragonfly Pointing Water Lift Technique is specifically aimed at maneuvering at small angles. Although his proficiency is not as good as the Jin Yan Kung Fu, with the blessing of his internal strength, he is already on par with Ding Chunqiu.

The speed of the two of them was getting faster and faster, and for a while, the palm wind was scattered in the hall without leaking any energy. All the Xingxiu disciples and Ah Zi were dazzled, but no one dared to applaud.

When Murong Fu heard this, his eyes couldn't help but move slightly. If he really killed this old monster, it would be of great help to the great cause of his Murong family.

Seeing that Ye Wuxin was entangled with Ding Chunqiu without falling behind, he was even more frightened, so he simply sat where he was and observed the two people's martial arts skills.

"Young monk, a Shaolin disciple, don't remember that I was a senior fellow apprentice with you, an old monster like you. Could it be that you secretly joined the Shaolin Temple? I don't remember that I, a young monk, have a bastard senior brother like you!"

One of these two people possesses secret skills, and the other has profound internal strength. Neither of them is easy to deal with.

"That's okay. I'm a monk and can't drink alcohol to break the precepts. You can enjoy it by yourself."

After a group of heroes from the Central Plains learned that he had killed the old demon Xingxiu and eliminated harm to the martial arts world, they might be able to attract many people with patriotism to join him.

"Hahaha! Mr. Ding, I'd better give this glass of wine to Ling Gaotu."

"Humph, little junior brother, you are very eloquent. You often debate Zen and Buddhist scriptures with others."

Bang!

Bursts of black smoke emerged from the muzzle of the gun, and Ding Chunqiu screamed in pain. A nail-like hole appeared in the palm of his hand, and a burning smell vaguely emerged.

"Azi!"

Before he finished speaking, the Xingxiu disciple laughed again, with a very strange expression on his face.

"Master, you have shown great power."

The wine in the cup slowly turned into a shower of ice shavings, and was sprinkled towards the group of Xingxiu disciples.

Seeing the critical situation, Ye Wuxin smiled coldly and took out something from his arms.

He used his backhand to neutralize the momentum on Ah Zi, and after he aimed the object in his hand at Ding Chunqiu, a sound like a thunderbolt appeared.

Ye Wuxin knew that his Ming Yu Gong had not yet reached the mastery and could not compete head-on with Old Demon Ding, so he pushed Ah Zi aside and put the Divine Wood King Cauldron into his arms.

When Ah Zi, who was huddled in the corner of the lobby watching the excitement, heard this shouting, she subconsciously said her usual flattering words.

Murong Fu subconsciously held the long sword at the side. He originally wanted to take action together, but he was concerned about the reputation of the Murong family and was worried that it would be publicized by the Xingxiu disciples when he bullied the many and the few.

After that, Ding Chunqiu flicked his fingers, and the two wine glasses flew towards Ye Wuxin and Murong Fu.

Seeing the stalemate in the situation, and the Murong kid watching eagerly beside him, Ding Chunqiu secretly became anxious.

When the wine glass filled with ice chips, Ding Chunqiu snorted coldly and struck Ye Wuxin with his palm.

Seeing that the two ignored him, Ding Chunqiu knew that he would not get any advantage at this time. Seeing that the matter was exposed, he felt angry and wary at the same time.

Before Ding Chunqiu could answer, the Xingxiu disciple on the side jumped to his feet and said.

Stopping it with his empty hand, the wine glass suddenly lost its strength and stagnated in mid-air.

Before he finished speaking, Murong Fu exhaled in one breath and blew the wine glass in front of him, turning it around and flying towards a Xingxiu disciple.

Ding Chunqiu's face darkened, he looked at the sacred wooden king tripod in Ye Wuxin's hand, and fell into hesitation.

'At that time, I saw that he was very good at throwing chess pieces with hidden weapons. If he were to engage in a fight with this little bald donkey, and Murong Fu made another move, it would be dangerous. But...'

The wine glass flew around, but not a drop of wine spilled out. The old devil showed off his skills to the fullest, and he was worthy of the famous saying of a perfect warrior.

Halfway through her words, Azi smiled awkwardly and couldn't continue talking any more.

After a moment, the Xingxiu disciple smiled dryly, with a mysterious and funny smile on his face, and lost his life.

The divine tree king tripod, which was found after all the hard work, fell into the hands of the enemy. Just when he was about to take action, the opponent came with reinforcements. This was really good luck.

At this time, Ding Chunqiu's thoughts changed and he shouted suddenly.

But how could he be willing to give up the sacred wooden king tripod that was right in front of him? Thinking of this, Ding Chunqiu slowly raised the two wine cups and faced Ye Wuxin and Murong Fu.

"Oh it's you!"

With a flash of his body, Ding Chunqiu left in a hurry, not daring to stop at all.

"Old devil, times have changed."

Blowing away the muzzle gunpowder, Ye Wuxin sighed helplessly. The short musket could only catch the opponent by surprise. Once the opponent left the narrow range, it would be useless.

(End of chapter)