Zongwu: Murong Fu! I want both the beauty and the kingdom

Meng Qilun stepped onto the Five Saints Platform step by step. Although his steps were extremely slow, Murong Fu felt as if there was a giant bear rushing towards him.

At this time, Murong Fu was nearly 300 meters tall, and Meng Qilun was nearly meters tall, with muscular body. A rough look revealed that Meng Qilun weighed about kilograms!

With every step Meng Qilun took, the ground on the Five Saints Platform shook slightly, and the red snake on his shoulder was not easily visible at the junction of the muscles.

Standing on the Five Saints Platform, Meng Qilun bowed and said, "The Sixth Elder Meng Qilun of the Five Poison Sect greets Master Murong."

Murong Fu's heart moved. Meng Qilun's introduction seemed interesting. He introduced himself as the elder of the Five Poison Sect instead of the second cave master of the Thirty-Six Caves of Wuman.

At this time, the person with the most power in the Five Poison Sect was Lan Fenghuang, not Nan Yiping. And usually when standing on the Five Saints Platform, even if the battle had already begun, Meng Qilun would salute him first.

Murong Fu thought there must be something behind this, and after the battle, he would definitely ask Lan Fenghuang about it.

He immediately bowed in return and stole a glance. He saw a hint of displeasure in the eyes of Nan Yiping in the audience. Others could not see it clearly, but Murong Fu on the stage saw it clearly.

"Mr. Murong, be careful! I'm about to attack!"

"Sixth Elder, please!"

Meng Qilun took a step forward and rushed towards Murong Fu like a cannonball. Murong Fu clearly saw that the muscles on Meng Qilun's legs swelled several times in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, thunder exploded in the clear sky. The instantaneous collision made a loud noise, and Murong Fu's clothes exploded.

"Zhuo, this Lao Liu, does this mean he is cultivating the power Gu? How can he be so strong? The red snake wrapped around his body is not easy to find, and I thought he trained his muscles to cover up the red snake on his body.

Unexpectedly, that muscular body is his ability.

I really underestimated the extraordinary people in southern Xinjiang.

But that’s not a big deal!”

The collision in the field stirred up a lot of dust, and those who were not strong enough in the audience even covered their ears.

When the dust settled, they saw that Murong Fu's arm was holding up the Sixth Elder's sandbag-sized fist. Although Murong Fu's shirt had been torn, he was not at a disadvantage at all.

Bajiquan, a famous boxing style in traditional Chinese martial arts, is famous for its fierce, unpretentious and swift style. Later generations even praised it as "Taijiquan can bring peace to the world and Bajiquan can determine the fate of the world".

Yes, it was Bajiquan. In fact, the best way to fight against Meng Qilun, who had the power Gu, was to use Taijiquan. But Murong Fu chose Bajiquan.

He wanted to defeat the strong men in the Southern Border martial arts world head-on and let them know that there was a Murong clan in the world who would "return the favor in their own way".

Seeing that he failed to knock down Murong Fu with one punch, Meng Qilun retracted his fist and kicked out at the same time with a fierce force.

Murong Fu also raised his leg to attack him. Murong Fu did not dodge or evade. The two of them punched each other for dozens of moves. Murong Fu did not even move, but the ground under his feet had already cracked.

Meng Qilun swung a fist, as if to knock Murong Fu's head off. But Murong Fu blocked it sideways, the ground under his feet exploded, and he rushed forward, using the Iron Mountain Lean, and Meng Qilun was pushed back three or four feet!

Meng Qilun landed on the ground with both feet, got into a stance, and moved forward.

But Murong Fu rushed towards Meng Qiluan with his afterimage, used his hard skill to be invincible, and shot the cannon at the target.

At this moment, Meng Qilun was like a wooden stake for Murong Fu to practice external martial arts, punching forward with cannonballs and blood splattering.

It just so happened that Meng Qilun could block every punch, but he couldn't block every punch.

Meng Qilun had already started to calculate in his mind that if he tried to stop him, he would be hit twice, and if he didn't try, he would only be hit once.

"You're satisfied, aren't you? You're satisfied, aren't you? It's not enough for me to tear my clothes, you also have to beat me until the ground beneath my feet cracks. I can't even stand!~" Murong Fu muttered to himself while beating me.

It looked like Murong Fu didn't care about the punches Meng Qilun landed on him during the attack, but cared more about his clothes and whether he was standing steadily!

The people in the audience were stunned, especially Lan Fenghuang.

Although Meng Qilun was the descendant of Li Gu, she knew that Murong Fu was a martial arts master and had even asked him about his Qinggong skills.

The answer she got was that his lightness skills were unrivaled in the world, so she didn't care about Murong Fu, because she thought Meng Qilun should not be able to beat Murong Fu.

What I really didn't expect was that Murong Fu actually chose to fight hard, and he was so hard. At this time, Lan Fenghuang's eyes were already drawing silk, her man was so hard, he was so hard!

Murong Fu beat him for a long while, and only stopped when he felt relieved.

Meng Qilun on the opposite side lay down after Murong Fu stopped. The people from the second cave of Wuman hurried up to check on Meng Qilun's condition.

It's not that he didn't want to go up earlier. Who could have thought that Meng Qiluan, who had been suppressing Murong Fu, would be knocked down by Murong Fu in the blink of an eye.

"I just made a slight move and I have reached the pinnacle of this world." Murong Fu said lightly, his expression seemed to be invincible and desolate.

"Zhao, this Mr. Murong is so pretentious, I really want to fuck him!"

"Then come on!"

"Uh, I can't do it, forget it~~"

The audience in the audience whispered, "I'm so envious, this sentence is so cool."

Zhong Wanchou was even more excited. Zhuo, write it down, write it down. No, I will go back to Wanchou Valley today and challenge my father in public! After the challenge, I must also say this sentence.

Murong Fu felt comfortable, listening to the whispers from the audience, he really felt comfortable. And seeing Lan Fenghuang's drawn eyes, he felt even more proud.

"Hehe, I'll make a pair of pants with pockets later. I must finish the second half of this sentence." Murong Fu thought to himself, it's still more exciting to put his hands in his pockets.

As the sun sets, Lan Fenghuang comes out to announce that Murong will accept everyone's challenge again tomorrow. The day of a martial arts hero is just so plain and simple, just practicing boxing, pretending to be a cup, and that's it.

At night, Zhong Wanchou brought two pot lids from the village and started knocking on the doors in Wanchou Valley until all the people in Wanchou Valley came to the martial arts field.

“You little bastard, what are you doing again?!” Zhong Wanchou’s father was furious. He wanted to open another account, but just as he logged in, he was forced to log off because of Zhong Wanchou’s noise.

When Zhong Wanchou saw his father coming, he beckoned, "Come here!"

Then he used the Ape Striking Technique and fought with his father. After learning from Murong Fu, Zhong Wanchou's skills improved by leaps and bounds, and he had already surpassed his father.

After dozens of moves, his father was defeated by himself. Zhong Wanchou stood in the middle of the martial arts arena, turned his back to everyone and said: "I just made a few moves, and I have reached the peak of Wanchou Valley..."

Zhong Wanchou's father and everyone in the valley were stunned, but before Master Zhong could ask, Zhong Wanchou ran away again: "I have to go back and see if I can learn more... Old man, go apply the medicine yourself."

Only a group of people from Wanchou Valley who were woken up in the middle of the night were left in disarray in the wind. . .