"You're bullying the weak. Do you still have any face?”
A cold shout accompanied by a force swept over.
Almost at the same time, a man in black flew into the battlefield.
The energy in his hand surged and he instantly exchanged several moves with Jiu Mozhi.
The powerful force raged and forced the two of them back several steps.
"Thank you for saving my life, Senior!"
Murong Fu hurriedly thanked him after escaping death.
However, the man in black stood with his hands behind his back, looking like an expert.
"Jiu Mozhi, you're also an expert, why do you have to make things difficult for the younger generation?”
The man in black said coldly.
"I was wondering who it was. So it's the old thing who secretly learned martial arts from Shaolin Temple!”
"This Penniless Monk has always wanted to meet!”
"Let's have a competition today!"
Jiu Mozhi circulated his internal energy and moved his Merciful Hand.
Instantly, sand and stones flew everywhere.
"You're courting death!"
"Murong Fu, watch carefully!"
"The Murong family's martial arts are extensive and profound. Only the Murong family's martial arts are inferior to this monk!”
"It's because you haven't practiced this martial art to the extreme!”
The man in black pointed his finger.
Instantly, an invisible force surged out.
It was the Murongs 'Joined Finger.
This finger technique was to transform thick internal strength into invisible force, extend the index finger, and tap the opponent.
Point to the place where the wind blows. If the wind blows lightly, the person's chest will be numb and he will fall down. If the wind blows heavily, the person will be killed in an instant.
However, Jiu Mozhi wasn't an ordinary person. Although the black-robed man's attacks were vicious, Jiu Mozhi was able to neutralize them all.
On the other side, Murong Fu's expression changed when he saw the man in black using Joined Finger.
When Jiu Mozhi was stopped, he finally looked at Yifan and even sneered.
"Without Jiu Mozhi, let's see what a Tibetan prince like you can do!”
Murong Fu sneered and charged at Yifan again.
"The prince of Tubo?"
"This pig's brain really knows how to make connections!”
Yifan was unmoved, and his eyes were filled with disdain.
As long as Murong Fu dared to get close, he would let Murong Fu know why the flowers were so red!
However, at this moment.
Wang Yuyan stood in front of Yifan." Stop!”
"Biao Younger Sister, move aside!"
Murong Fu quickly withdrew his attack.
However, his eyes were filled with endless anger.
In his opinion, Wang Yuyan wanted to protect Yifan.
"Cousin, please, stop!”
"He's not someone you can offend!"
Wang Yuyan shook her head and tried to persuade him.
However, Murong Fu was even angrier.
Could it be that he was inferior to a Tibetan prince?
"There is no one in this world that I, Murong Fu, cannot afford to offend!”
"Get lost!"
Murong Fu's killing intent raged.
"Biao Young Lady, why are you doing this?”
"Are you going to make the young master unhappy because of this man?”
Bao Butong stepped forward and interrupted.
His eyes met Feng Poliu's. It was obvious that he wanted to help Murong Fu subdue Yifan.
"This pretty boy only knows how to hide behind women. Where's his arrogance just now?”
"Compared to my young master, you are simply scum!”
Feng Poliu mocked.
"No, stop talking!"
Wang Yuyan was anxious.
She even looked at Yifan pleadingly.
She knew how strong Yifan was.
Not to mention one Murong Fu, even a hundred of them would be courting death.
"Don't worry, I won't kill him now!”
"After all, the show has just begun!”
Yifan smiled faintly and pressed on Wang Yuyan's acupuncture points.
Then, he took a step forward.
That casual manner made Murong Fu feel even more jealous.
"At least you're still a man!"
"Don't say that I didn't give you a chance. Draw your weapon!”
Murong Fu sneered.
"Weapons?"
"This branch is enough to deal with you!”
Yifan used the Dragon's Claw and directly sucked a branch from the ground.
This scene made Murong Fu even angrier.
He had actually been underestimated!
"Ignorant brat, you are courting death!"
"I'll grant you your wish!"
Murong Fu snorted and attacked angrily.
The sword shadows intertwined, and Murong's sword techniques were endless and exquisite.
However, Yifan still looked calm.
He casually swung the branch in his hand.
He didn't even make any unnecessary movements.
It was just a casual wave without any moves.
Pa!
The branch avoided the sword and hit Murong Fu's face.
A bloody line instantly appeared on Murong Fu's face.
At this moment, Murong Fu was stunned.
But what followed was endless anger.
"Bastard, I want you dead!"
Murong Fu roared.
However, a black shadow flashed before his eyes.
Pa!
Yifan's branch landed on Murong Fu's face again.
Murong Fu was dumbfounded.
Once was a coincidence, but what was twice?
Murong Fu felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at Yifan's calm face.
He couldn't help but take a few steps back.
"You, who exactly are you?”
Murong Fu was frightened.
"Someone you can't afford to offend!"
"Do you really think that Wang Yuyan is helping me? She is only helping you!”
Yifan said indifferently.
He swung the branch in his hand and shot it at Murong Fu like a sharp arrow.
The branch pierced through Murong Fu's thigh.
Painful screams resounded throughout the world.
"Young Master!"
Bao Butong and Feng Ruyou exchanged glances before pouncing towards Yifan.
However, Yifan's figure moved like a ghost and passed through the two people's attacks.
Puff!
A bloody hole appeared on Bao Butong and Feng Poliu 'e's throats.
The two of them instinctively reached out to cover their wounds, but they could not stop the blood from gushing out.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The two of them fell to the ground and were no longer breathing.
Murong Fu's heart trembled when he saw this.
He had roamed the martial world and met many ruthless people.
However, for someone as domineering and ruthless as Yifan…
Very few, very few!
"You, what do you want to do?"
Murong Fu was finally frightened when he saw Yifan walking towards him.
"What do you think?"
"Weren't you shouting so loudly just now?”
"Why? Are you afraid?"
"You are Murong Fu. Tell me, how should I punish you?”
"Castrate you first, or kill you directly?”
Yifan walked to Murong Fu's side and lifted Murong Fu's chin.
At this moment, the endless humiliation made Murong Fu spit out another mouthful of blood.
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