Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

After Murong Fu finished speaking, he was not in a hurry and looked at the six people with a smile, waiting for their next answer.

The remaining people didn't speak, each was in shock and confusion, and none of them knew what kind of medicine Murong Fu was selling in his gourd.

Feng Asan was restrained by Murong Fu lightly before, and several people knew that Murong Fu's martial arts skills were unprecedented in his life. Based on their knowledge, perhaps only the legendary master can compare with them. Even Ding Chunqiu, who has weighed on everyone's hearts like a big mountain these years, is far inferior to the young man in front of him.

I originally thought that the other party was going to such great lengths to deliberately make things difficult for everyone, but in the end, the other party just let me and others go?

Nowadays, everyone is a swordsman and I am a fish. Even if the other party wants to quietly kill a few of them and throw them into the water, it will not take any trouble. Why do they make such a gesture?

No matter how many of them thought about it, they couldn't imagine that the reason why Murong Fu did this was because he had calculated that he could control a few people with his current martial arts, rather than deliberately letting things slip. His move was to completely psychologically defeat these arrogant martial nephews and make them obey him in the future.

After a moment's hesitation, Li Puppet, the youngest of the six, suddenly jumped up and slapped the nearest candle with his palm. Unfortunately, he just made a move and before it touched the candle, his eyes went dark and he fell limply to the ground, his fingertips still an inch away from the candlestick. The remaining palm wind caused the candle to sway slightly, but it did not go out in the end.

Suddenly another disciple fell down, and the five of them had not yet reacted.

Murong Fu chuckled and said, "My mind is quite flexible, I am not a pedantic and rigid person. I just need to practice my martial arts."

It turned out that just now when the brothers were trying to figure out Murong Fu's intentions, Li Puppet was already thinking about which angle to put out a candle first. He thought like this: "Anyway, I have the power of life and death for a few of my people at the moment. Pinch it in the other person’s hand. Instead of speculating on the other person’s motives, it’s better to put out a candle first and see what the other person says.”

Seeing Li Puppet fall down quietly, Doctor Xue showed a hint of unbearable color in his eyes. Speaking of which, what he, the fifth brother, feels most sorry for is his eighth brother. Nominally they are brothers, but in fact it is not an exaggeration to say that they are like father and son. The eighth brother was frail and sickly since he was a child. It was he, the fifth brother who studied medicine, who carefully nursed him back into good health. Therefore, among the eight friends, the two had the deepest affection and were the closest.

Seeing Doctor Xue's worried look, Murong Fu shook his head gently, signaling the doctor not to worry. When Doctor Xue saw Murong Fu acting like this, he knew that Murong Fu was not serious, so he felt a little more at ease.

"The five of you, let's discuss what to do next!" Murong Fu shook his folding fan lightly and sat down directly, completely ignoring the others.

It was only then that the five people realized that the other party was not deliberately teasing them, but was deliberately teasing them. They were shocked and angry at the same time. Being played by the other party like a cat playing with a mouse, because of their usual temper, at this moment, they can only endure it.

After all, I and others don’t have any capital to bargain with their opponents. Feng Asan had brought a pack of refined gunpowder before, so they could both die together as a last resort. But now that Feng Asan was completely unconscious, he was carrying the bag of things with him. At this moment, everyone is frightened. If something goes wrong with the candlelight in this hall,

There was no choice but to sit down again and discuss countermeasures.

Trying to take advantage of others is useless. Eighth Brother's lesson just now is right in front of him. The only way now is to separate a few people to entangle Murong Fu for a while while the other person waits for the move.

Naturally, it was Kang Guangling and others who had higher martial arts skills to hold Murong Fu back, while Shi Qinglu, the seventh sister, had lower martial arts skills, so she was the one to blow out the candles.

The five of them stood firm according to the previously discussed countermeasures. Fan Bailing, Gou Du, and Wu Lingjun each took out their weapons. Needless to say, Fan Bailing, the chessboard in his hand is what he eats. Wu Lingjun and Gou Du each have a judge's pen. This judge's pen is usually used in pairs, but these two people have one each, which is indeed a bit rare.

But Kang Guangling, who had the highest martial arts among them, said nothing and seemed to be thinking about something. It wasn't until Fan Bailing reminded him that he glanced at his junior brothers as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Fan Bailing whispered: "Brother, why are you distracted at such a critical moment!"

Kang Guangling smiled coquettishly and said vaguely: "I'm thinking that maybe this fight doesn't need to be fought."

In the face of a powerful enemy, the eldest brother with the highest martial arts skills said such a meaningless sentence, and all four of them were shocked. But this was not the time to delve into it further, so I had to ignore it for the time being. I just hope that Murong Fu can keep his promise and let a few people go when the time comes.

"Have we discussed it yet?" Murong Fu said with a smile.

Each of the five people said nothing and stood still.

Kang Guangling suddenly asked: "Mr. Murong, how is your master doing lately?"

Murong Fu glanced at Kang Guangling with admiration and said with a smile: "It's very good, but the tea is a bit too unpleasant. Try it yourself next time."

Before he finished speaking, Murong Fu's figure turned into a breeze. Shi Qinglu, a beautiful woman with hairpins, felt a shadow flash before her eyes. She knew something was wrong and subconsciously sprinkled a handful of pollen. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, three acupuncture points all over his body had been hit, and his whole body froze in place. The sour scholar Gou Du on the side also fell to the ground softly and quietly.

Finally, the reaction of several people was not too slow. Fan Bailing saw that the huge chessboard in his hand was overwhelmingly pressing down on Murong Fu's figure. At the same time, the judge's pen in Wu Lingjun's hand flew around Murong Fu.

"Snapped"

With a muffled sound all over his body, Wu Lingjun dropped his judge's pen and was shocked: "Second brother, why did you attack me!"

Fan Bailing looked confused: "I didn't."

He only felt that when the chessboard was smashed towards Murong Fu, a force of skill gently lifted his dozens of kilograms of chessboard, and then it deviated inexplicably.

Leader Wu was shocked to the point that his mouth was numb and his breathing was erratic. Just as he was about to withdraw from the battle group, he received a blow on the back of his neck. Then he fell to the ground, unaware of his fate.

Fan Bailing was shocked. He quickly picked up the chessboard and guarded the door tightly to prevent Murong Fu from attacking with acupuncture techniques again. However, at this moment, his feet were empty and he was swept down. Then, another finger pointed at the acupuncture point.

In the blink of an eye, only Kang Guangling and Murong Fu were left standing. Kang Guangling, on the other hand, just held the guqin in his hand throughout the whole process and had no intention of doing anything.

"When did Nephew Kang discover the problem? I have always felt that my performance was flawless." Murong Fu clasped his hands behind his back and looked at old man Kang Guangling with a smile.

At this time, Kang Guangling no longer hesitated. He dropped the guqin in his hand and saluted: "Kang Guangling, a disciple of Xiaoyao, pays homage to Master Murong!"

Yang Guo is too fierce