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- Chapter 213 Humiliation
He drew his sword out of its sheath, gently passed it forward, and stabbed straight at him. His swordsmanship was fast and accurate, giving people a clean and neat feeling, and full of energy.
Fang Xueqing shook her head, she really couldn't muster the energy to take action. Now she doesn't take such a person in her eyes at all, just like bullying a child.
Her graceful body swayed, and two people suddenly separated, one on the left and one on the right, rushing towards Bao Dingdong, as if they didn't see the long sword.
Bao BuTong was calm and calm, his wrist trembled, and the tip of the sword turned into two sword flowers, facing two figures respectively, with a smile on his face.
The two sword flowers pierced the body, but they were empty and passed through completely. Fang Xueqing was already in front of him, and she touched his chest with a light palm.
Bao BuTong flew up, flew through the air for a short distance, and hit Murong Fu directly. Fang Xueqing had a smile on her lips.
Murong Fu remained motionless, and with a quick movement of his hand, he took Bao BuTong, patted him gently and put him on the ground, but he heard Bao BuTong let out a scream.
Murong Fu was startled and his face suddenly turned red.
At that moment, Bao BuTong's body contained huge internal energy. As soon as his hands came into contact with his body, the internal energy poured in, as powerful as the water of a river.
He hurriedly used his kung fu to resist, but he could barely block it, but the true energy in his body was floating and seemed unstable. He forced himself to suppress it and then reached out to pat different acupuncture points on his body.
As soon as his hand touched Bao Di's body, he knew that his acupuncture points had been tapped. He looked upright. It was not a serious injury, but the acupoints had been sealed by Fang Xueqing.
¡°Obviously, her technique is quite exquisite, and she is skilled in the use of internal energy. She shoots out with one palm, and the internal energy does not hurt anyone after spitting out, but only seals the acupoints, and knocks the opponent away.
¡°I can also do this skill of sealing acupuncture points and hitting people with my hands, but it is far from being so skillful and light, graceful and elegant, and pleasing to the eye.
Murong Fu¡¯s face turned red, but he was blushing with embarrassment. The palm he just wanted to open the acupuncture points on Baotong¡¯s body was opened with internal force, which was the unique acupuncture technique of the Murong family.
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? No matter what clever acupoint technique is used, the internal force will directly break away, but there will be no damage. This is due to the unique internal force.
This time, he wanted to unblock the acupuncture points lightly, but he never thought that the tried-and-tested method of unblocking the acupuncture points failed, causing Bao BuTong to scream loudly.
Bao BuTong screamed and stopped immediately. He couldn't help it, otherwise, with his toughness, he would never have made a sound.
Murong Fu was startled and did not dare to touch him again. He quickly supported him and whispered: "Brother Bao San, how are you?"
Bao BuTong smiled bitterly, his face was pale, cold sweat was dripping from his forehead, and he whispered: "Sir, don't touch the acupuncture points, her acupuncture points are so evil!"
Murong Fu nodded, his face gloomy, he glared at Fang Xueqing and said coldly: "Miss Fang is really good at martial arts, I need to ask you for advice!"
After saying that, he unsheathed the long sword, handed it over gently, his feet seemed to slip a step, and he suddenly arrived in front of Fang Xueqing, stabbing his chest with the sword.
Fang Xueqing stood still and allowed him to stab her with the long sword. She raised her little hand, put the middle finger of her left hand on her thumb, smiled sweetly, and flicked her fingers twice.
"Chi! Chi!" Two whistles, and ripples seemed to ripple in the air.
Murong Fu sheathed his sword fiercely, then leaned back, made an iron bridge, leaned his sword on the ground, bounced up, and rushed towards Fang Xueqing again.
"Boom! Boom!" Two crisp sounds came, and two round holes appeared in the window behind Murong Fu, letting in the sunlight.
When everyone around looked at it, they were surprised. This was obviously fingering power. They didn't expect that she could have such fingering skills at such a young age, and she had such deep inner strength.
The man in green shirt looked back at the lion-like man. If these two fingers were to flick towards him, he might not be able to dodge it. The invisible and colorless finger power is more difficult to guard against than a hidden weapon.
Murong Fu returned the sword very quickly and was in front of Fang Xueqing in an instant. She took two light steps, her body rotated like a dance, and she easily avoided the sword.
At the same time, the little hand was warm and crystal clear, like a piece of white jade carved from mutton fat. It was shot out lightly and hit the long sword that shone with cold light.
"Ding" made a crisp sound, like the sound of gold and jade, especially crisp and sweet.
The long sword swung away, as if it had hit a bluestone. He staggered, unable to stop himself, he tiptoed and flew out, but the long sword fell upside down.
This sword is extremely delicate. If you see him staggering and want to take advantage of the opportunity to attack, you will definitely be unable to avoid this tilting sword. This sword is similar to the dragging knife tactic.
Fang Xueqing remained motionless, raised her right palm, put her middle finger on her thumb, smiled sweetly, and flicked it three times again.
"Chi! Chi! Chi!" Three soft whistles sounded, like the sound of tearing paper.
Murong Fu suddenly changed his moves, waving his long sword around his figure, and danced into a ball, like a ball of silver light covering himself, airtight and unable to penetrate water.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!" The long sword seemed to be hit by a hidden weapon, and sparks flew everywhere. Thanks to his deep internal strength, even if the long sword was hit, it still did not stop, blocking these three finger forces.
"Chi! Chi! Chi!" Fang Xueqing smiled sweetly, and then popped out three fingers again, continuously, in the shape of a "pin".
"Dang!" There was a soft sound, and the long sword was knocked, and it made a clear sound.
"Chi!" There was another sound, and another finger flicked out.
Murong Fu staggered, his sword was hit by continuous finger force, and the strong and powerful force kept hitting, drilling into the meridians of his arm. After six consecutive fingers, his arm was sore and numb, and it was difficult to support it anymore.
He wanted to block this sword with his sword, but suddenly his strength failed him. His arm felt sore and numb, and he hesitated for a moment before the force of his fingers reached him.
Seeing that the situation was not good, he felt the force of the fingers approaching, and hurriedly ducked down. He only felt a light on the top of his head. The scarf was shot down immediately, and his hair was spread out.
"Cousin!" Wang Yuyan hurriedly stretched out her hand to grab it.
Fang Xueqing turned to look at her and said with a sweet smile: "Don't worry, Miss Wang, the young master has already given orders, don't hurt Mr. Murong!"
"You" Murong Fu shook his hair and glared at each other, his face turned red, as if he wanted to eat her.
Fang Xueqing chuckled softly, shook her head and said: "Mr. Murong, you have great martial arts skills and such a great reputation. Why do you need to be familiar with a little girl like me?!"
"Kill to pay for life!" Murong Fu groaned gloomily, stretched out his hand to straighten his hair, and let it hang loosely behind his back, unable to pull it up for a moment.
Although he is a member of the martial arts world, he feels that he is from a noble family and is always surrounded by maids to serve him. Usually, maids do such work, but he does not know how to style his hair.
Fang Xueqing pursed her lips and smiled and said: "Mr. Murong, you don't even ask why, you want to take revenge when you come updo you think that little girls are easy to bully? You can't beat my young master, so you take out your anger on a little girl like me?!"
"Nonsense!" Murong Fu yelled angrily, staring at her with a penetrating gaze: "My friend was killed, and I, Murong Fu, can't take revenge, so how can I, the Murong family, save their face?!"
"If you really can't take revenge, what can you do?" Fang Xueqing chuckled, her bright eyes were like water, she lightly passed over everyone's faces, and said with a smile: "You have no face to see others!"
Murong Fu snorted deeply and shut up.
He has already realized that this little girl¡¯s martial arts skills are far better than imagined, but trying to beat the mountain vibration drum is not feasible, and he needs to change his method.
His mind was racing, this method was not working, so he immediately changed to another method. In order to restore the country, he had to do whatever it took to achieve it!
"Beiqiao Peak and Nan Murong are equally famous, hehe, it's really ridiculous!" Fang Xueqing shook her head, her face showing sarcasm.
She raised her eyebrows and hummed: "I once competed with Brother Qiao in martial arts. His martial arts are fierce and domineering, much better than you. You are not worthy to stand shoulder to shoulder with Brother Qiao!"
When these words came out, they were tantamount to a slap in the face of Murong Fu. His face turned red, and no matter how well-mannered he was, he couldn't help but burst into anger and wanted to kill her with a sword.
Fang Xueqing glanced at him and said with a faint smile: "Master Murong is not convinced?"
Murong Fu snorted softly, with a cold face, and tried to take a breath to suppress his anger. This little girl was difficult to deal with. He had to find a way to deal with her and leave Xiao Guanlan speechless.
His mind was racing, but the anger in his heart was surging and difficult to suppress. It would lose control at any time and burst into his heart.
After the man of the man in the dignified man, after the royal family of the Dayan, the emperor's noble body was so humiliated by a little girl!
Fang Xueqing smiled: "When I competed with Brother Qiao, I was no match for him. The winner can be determined by a hundred moves! But Master Murong, I don't need ten moves to defeat you!"
¡°I would like to ask for advice again!¡± Murong Fu sneered, unable to bear it any longer.
"Okay!" Fang Xueqing said lightly, snapping her fingers carelessly: "Please go ahead -!"
"Hi!" With a slight whistling sound, a finger force was shot out, and his long sword flew out with a swing, breaking away from the control of his hand.
This finger was an understatement, but it contained huge internal power. Murong Fu was caught off guard and suffered a secret loss, and the sword was knocked away by the force of the finger.
He hurriedly jumped to grab the hilt of the sword, trying to get it back, when another whistle came to his ears, a "chi" sound like tearing a piece of paper, the sound was soft.
But he was startled, and turned around violently, like a dragon turning over, spinning and flying out, not caring about catching the sword again.
When he landed, he no longer heard the whistling sound, and his heart was relieved. If he were in mid-air, she would still be reluctant to let him go, and it would be difficult for him to avoid it.
After landing, he suddenly felt a chill on his chest. When he lowered his head, he saw a hole in his chest, exposing his fair skin.
Although he dodged just now, he was unable to avoid the finger. However, his body skills were extraordinary, so he was able to neutralize the force of the finger and failed to hurt him.
"Cousin" Wang Yuyan said hurriedly, with a worried look on her beautiful face. She glanced at Fang Xueqing, but her eyes were begging for mercy.
If she didn't look at him like this, Fang Xueqing wouldn't want to get entangled with Murong Fu. When she looked at him, she felt as if she was throwing a match into an oil barrel, and she started to get angry.
She thought of her young master, who was like a god, but actually fell in love with Wang Yuyan. She didn't know what was good or bad, but she liked Murong Fu, this idiot young man. She was really blind!
When Fang Xueqing thought of this, she felt even more annoyed. She felt a murderous intention inexplicably. She wanted to be scolded by the young master, so she might as well get rid of Murong Fu to avoid future troubles!
She did it as soon as she thought of it, she hummed softly, her eyes suddenly lit up, she turned to Murong Fu, flexed her fingers again, and flicked them three times with a sweet smile.
"Chi!" There was only one sound three times. It seemed that only one finger was emitted, but the distance between the three fingers was very short and they were emitted almost at the same time.
Murong Fu also had murderous intent. His foot slipped and he stepped diagonally two meters away. He also curled his fingers and popped them out. It was the Murong family's unique skill of combing his fingers.
"Tsk¡ª¡ª!" Amidst the fierce roar, a fierce finger force shot out of the air and shot straight towards Fang Xueqing at an extremely fast speed.
"Tsk!" Fang Xueqing smiled slightly, flicked her fingers three more times, and let out a soft whistle, which was louder than before, like the sound of tearing clothes.
"Poof!" Murong Fu suddenly trembled and flew out diagonally. A ball of blood exploded in his chest, and a blood hole gushed out.
The two pointed at each other, but he was finally at a disadvantage. Fang Xueqing received Xiao Yuesheng's initiation, and her inner strength, which had been pure for nearly a month, was far better than Murong Fu's.
Moreover, her mental skills are also superior. Although Murong Fu practices hard and practices martial arts skills from the Murong family, he is still far behind Fang Xueqing.
The two of them pointed at each other. It looked like fingering, but it was a competition of internal strength. Once they pointed down, they could see who was better. Fang Xueqing's knuckle finger broke the ginseng finger, and then hit Murong Fu.
??????????? If it weren¡¯t for the ginseng finger to lose some of its finger strength, this finger could have punctured his body and penetrated him, just like a bullet in later generations.
"Cousin!" Wang Yuyan swayed past Fang Xueqing and came to Murong Fu's side, supporting him to prevent him from falling.
Murong Fu felt weak and sore, his strength seemed to be flowing out with the blood and gradually disappearing. He could hardly stand firmly and was about to fall down.
There was a gust of fragrant wind, and Wang Yuyan rushed over. She hurriedly supported him and said urgently: "Cousin!"
Murong Fu struggled hard, shook his head, and cheered up: "Cousin, don't panic! Take out the golden medicine and sprinkle it on my wound!"
"I'll do it, Mr. Murong!" The man in green shirt stepped forward, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, and sprinkled some powder on Murong Fu's wound.
Murong Fu closed his eyes slightly and allowed him to treat him, seemingly unsuspecting. His handsome face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood.
The wound was sprinkled with powder and the bleeding quickly stopped. Murong Fu opened his eyes and smiled: "Thank you, Senior Zhao!"
The man in green shirt waved his hand: "Young Master Murong is too polite, it's my job!"
Murong Fu gave a bitter smile and struggled to stand up. When he turned around, he saw that the three figures of Fang Xueqing were missing, and he frowned.
"Sister Xueqing, it's better to meet her than to be famous!" Ruyue shook her head and sighed, "Is this Nan Murong?"
Fang Xueqing smiled softly: "He, Nan Murong, can't compare to Bei Qiao Feng!"
"Compared to the leader, he is far behind!" Ruyue shook her head and said proudly.
Fang Xueqing snorted: "How can he compete with the leader?! He can't even beat me, he is not worthy to compete with the leader at all!"
"Yes!" Ruyue nodded in agreement and said with a smile: "Sister Xueqing, does he have a grudge against our head?"
She is also an extremely clever woman. When she saw the appearance of Murong Fu and Fang Xueqing, she had a vague feeling that this Murong Fu was not easy to deal with the leader.
"Well," Fang Xueqing nodded slightly and sighed: "They say beauty brings disaster, that's true! It's all that Miss Wang who caused the trouble!"
"The head also likes that Miss Wang?" Ruyueden's eyes suddenly shone, as if a cat had encountered something fishy and was extremely curious.
? ?Xue Qing chuckled lightly and said nothing more, lest the young master would not like what he heard.
They returned to Taihu Residence and saw people rushing back one after another. They all came to the lobby of the main building and sat together with Xiao Yuesheng to talk.
The next morning, after Xiao Yuesheng had finished practicing the Taiqing Yuxia Ziying Guan Sutra, he heard Fang Xueqing coming to report that the evil elimination conference could not be held.
When Xiao Yuesheng asked what happened, Fang Xueqing was a little embarrassed, her face turned red, and her bright eyes lowered, not daring to look at Xiao Yuesheng.
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and asked with a smile: "Xueqing, what's going on?Why can't the evil elimination conference be held?!"
Fang Xueqing whispered: "It seems that Young Master Murong has disappeared"
Her voice was similar to that of a mosquito. If Xiao Yuesheng hadn't had amazing ears, he wouldn't have been able to hear what she said. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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