Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Murong Fu blocked the keyhole with his fingers, injected zhenqi into his fingers, and suddenly used his fingers.

Click~

The lock was opened by Murong Fu from the inside.

Opening the door, it was dark inside.

Murong Fu found an oil lamp and lit it.

Tengteng~

The secret room instantly became as bright as day.

The number of small red boxes is far less exaggerated than the ones above.

Murong Fu tried to open a few and found that the treasure chests here did not have mechanisms, and he became bolder.

The boxes contained all priceless treasures, and the worst ones were worth a hundred thousand gold.

Among them, there are also several bookshelves specially used to store classics and exercises.

However, Murong Fu did not expect that Wei Wuya seemed to be particularly interested in ancient books and strange writings.

After reading a few books, I found that most of them were about becoming immortals.

For example, Emperor Xuanyuan, Jiutian Xuannv, Chi You, Bodhidharma, etc.

Whether it's true history or anecdotes, there are countless.

Is this old guy planning to become an immortal?

Murong Fu muttered, put away a few secret books of exercises and the story of Emperor Xuanyuan, and prepared to leave.

suddenly.

I saw a half-foot-long stick on a shelf.

Could it be that this is the Tianji Rod, the best weapon in the world? Murong Fu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he was very surprised.

When he reached for the stick, he was even more shocked.

The small stick weighs a thousand kilograms. If he hadn't had deep internal strength and acquired the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu, he might not have been able to pick it up at all.

It is said that Tianji stick is also called Ruyi stick.

It is ever-changing, has many wonderful uses, and contains secrets.

Except for the old man Tianji, no one else will know the magical effect.

Murong Fu looked at the stick up and down and turned it around several times without finding anything different.

To put it simply, it is no different from a pestle for pouring medicine. It is too heavy to use as a hidden weapon.

Wei Wuya, this old pervert, wouldn't just pick up something and pretend to be a magic weapon here, right?

After thinking about it again, I felt that my idea was wrong.

After all, the weight of the stick is here.

Even if it is made of black iron, it cannot be so heavy. There must be another mystery!

Then try to pick it up and turn it a few times to see if there is a mechanism.

As a result, I got nothing after working for a long time.

Could it be...

Murong Fu thought about it for a long time, but there was nothing he could do.

I don’t know if it’s because I read too many novels in my previous life, or if it’s because of some strange mistake.

Actually injecting spiritual power into the stick.

But the next moment.

The Tianji Rod was like a huge whirlpool, absorbing Murong Fu's mental power.

Murong Fu was so frightened that his whole body tensed up, and he used all his inner strength to throw it out.

Bang!

The hard rock wall was like a piece of tofu inserted into the rock wall.

So strong!

Murong Fu was also stunned, and he pulled out the Tianji Rod from the rock wall.

If you look closely, it seems to be longer and thicker.

This shocked him again, being able to absorb spiritual power and become bigger.

Such a magical thing has never been recorded in so many ancient books of the Murong family.

It was beyond his knowledge!

After pondering for a moment, he couldn't figure out the reason, so he put away the Tianji stick.

I decided to take it home and study it with Wang Yuyan.

He found a few huge rocks to seal the entrance. If so many treasures were given to others, he would probably be heartbroken.

After walking out, I don't know whether it was because of the shared room or because luck finally came back and I didn't get lost again.

I found them soon, my comrades from the Jiangnan Wulin.

However, the other party was living a bit miserable life now, with a bruised nose and swollen face, covered in blood, and was tied up in various ways by Japanese and Yamen people.

After a cursory glance, except Xiao Yu'er who was not there, there were quite a few other acquaintances.

Big cousin! Gu Renyu shouted loudly when she saw Murong Fu, regardless of the situation.

A sudden howl!

Both the disciples of Wuya Clan and the Jiangnan martial arts people were all shocked.

Duan Hefei's mournful old face instantly burst into a chrysanthemum-like smile.

Mr. Murong, you are finally here!

The other martial arts people were overjoyed and shouted:

Mr. Murong, please save us!

Well, who are you!

A Japanese soldier, holding a long sword at his waist, stood in front of Murong Fu and asked.

Murong Fu raised his eyebrows and said disdainfully: You don't even know me, how dare you come to Song Dynasty?

The Japanese were stunned for a moment and were about to get angry.

Crack!

Murong Fu's right palm had already pinched the Japanese man's neck. With a slight force, the other man's neck was broken.

Die in front of everyone.

This little devil has the strength of a first-rate master!

It's useless. Isn't it just a joke in front of Mr. Murong?

Master Murong is mighty!

…

The martial arts people in the south of the Yangtze River were overjoyed. They had been deceived by the Japanese Japs and Wu Yamen's mechanism skills.

Previously, I thought that this life would be explained here.

I really didn't expect that someone could come out to save them.

Is what the legend says true?

A young man with a face full of vicissitudes of life suddenly spoke.

What's real? asked the man next to him.

The vicissitudes of life man said: You have never heard that someone predicted that Mr. Murong is the hope of our Song Dynasty. Only he can lead us to defeat the foreign countries!

This... I really have never heard of it.

The others were stunned for a moment and shook their heads.

The vicissitudes of life man shook his head and sighed: You are really ignorant!

…

The other Japanese people, seeing their companions killed, cursed a few times and pounced on Murong Fu like mad dogs.

Murong Fu didn't get used to it. He randomly picked up a wooden stick on the ground and used the unique skill of the Beggar Clan to beat the dog with a stick.

The stick is like an afterimage, and the stick is majestic.

Aiming at the three Japanese people who were charging towards him, he hit each of them with a stick, shattering their brains and sending them back to the west.

The method was ruthless, without any hesitation, and gave the other party no chance to take action.

Seeing Murong Fu's brutality, the disciples of the Wu Yamen on the side were so frightened that they did not dare to take another step forward. They all ran away with a ghostly scream.

Murong Fu did not chase after him, but asked strangely: How do I remember that there are seven of them, and the remaining ones include Jiang's father and son?

Gu Renyu said anxiously: Cousin, three other Japanese people took away Little Fairy and Xiao Jiu. Go rescue them quickly.

Where? Murong Fu asked in the air, using his true energy to cut off the rope on Gu Renyu's body.

Gu Renyu seemed to have all her ribs broken. She raised her hand feebly and pointed in the other direction: They went over there.

Murong Fu's face darkened, and he cut off the rope on Duan Hefei's body.

Give an explanation.

Quickly ran in the direction Gu Renyu pointed.

Cursing in my heart, these little devils, indeed, none of them are good.

Shhhh~

Murong Fu had just walked a few steps when he heard several strange sounds coming from the corner not far away.

If you look closely, you will see that it is the little fish that disappeared.

However, he seemed to be worse off than those martial arts people who were caught.

Blood oozed from his chest and dyed his clothes red.

Tick-tock, tick-tock fell to the ground.

Who beat you like this? Murong Fu joked.