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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of Tianlong Chapter 224: Fainting

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    Chapter 224 Fainting

    He could clearly see in his mind that Murong Fu's face was reddening, getting redder and redder, almost turning purple, as if he was a swollen ball that was about to explode at any time.

    The people under the tree said nothing and looked at him quietly to see what he would do.

    The surroundings were so quiet that you could hear a needle drop. A gust of wind blew through the treetops and made a rustling sound that was clearly audible in everyone's ears.

    Murong Fu suddenly laughed. Although his face was stiff, he was still smiling. He slowly bent down and picked up his long sword.

    "Zheng" The long sword was held in front of him, and with a flick of his finger, he turned to the old man and smiled: "Senior, what a brilliant kung fu!"

    The old man was disguised as Fang Xueqing. Because he was dissatisfied with Murong Fu's invitation and for the great cause of restoring the country, he came here to sabotage his good deeds.

    Fang Xueqing snorted softly and said with a smile: "I don't dare, I don't dare. The little old man's three-legged cat kung fu is compared to the Murong family's kung fu. How dare he say a word of excellence?!"

    Murong Fu shook his head and slowly returned the sword to its sheath. His face gradually calmed down and became more natural: "Senior, you are too modest. I am ashamed of myself for such skill. I admire you very much!"

    "Hehe, use the other person's way to repay the other person's body. I heard that the Murong family has this kind of superb kung fu, but the young man failed to learn it. Is it because Mr. Murong doesn't bother to use it?!" The old man played by Fang Xueqing sneered and shook his head.

    Murong Fu's heart was cold, but his face was calm. He smiled lightly and shook his head: "I wanted to use it, but I couldn't make it in time. Senior shot too fast!"

    "Haha, one has great martial arts skills and the other has an extraordinary mind. Both of them are still heroes. I admire them all!" Shan Zheng laughed loudly and waved his hands: "We all come here with one goal, which is to kill Duan Yanqing.  You can let go of the rest!"

    He looked at the crowd and laughed loudly: "We in the martial arts world value chivalry and walk around with our heads on our belts!"

    "Not bad! Not bad!" Everyone nodded.

    "Since we all are here, we are not afraid of the person named Duan. The worst is to die. Let's fight!" Shan Zheng shouted loudly.

    Everyone shouted: "Fight!"

    They were all excited and felt so proud that they couldn't help themselves.

    Shan Zheng cupped his fists and said to the old man: "Senior is a master of martial arts and has a grudge against Duan Yanqing. Why don't you help us get rid of this evil?!"

    The old man shook his head, raised the corners of his mouth, sneered several times, and shut up.

    "Senior, do you have any unspeakable secrets?" Shan Zheng asked hurriedly.

    The old man sneered and said, "I'm sorry to hear you say this, but you people are not successful enough and fail too much. I want to rely on you to kill Duan Yanqing, but Duan Yanqing has already killed him several times!"

    Shan Zheng frowned and said in a deep voice, "What do you want, senior?"

    The old man sneered twice, looked at everyone, then at Murong Fu, and waved his hands carelessly: "Everyone should disperse first!"

    After saying that, his body suddenly moved, and he jumped down from the tree, like an eagle grabbing a rabbit, and landed in front of a man in a green shirt. He reached out and grabbed it, as fast as lightning.

    "Huh?!" The man's iron staff was sharpened and he blocked it in front of the old man's hand.

    The old man dressed as Fang Xueqing sneered and reached out to grab the iron staff. Then with a shake, the man in green robe holding the staff flew up and landed heavily two feet away.

    There was a dull "bang", and he fell heavily on the grass. He fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a while. He clutched his chest and had difficulty breathing.

    "Senior, is this?" Shan Zheng was stunned for a moment on the stage and asked hurriedly.

    The old man sneered and said: "This guy is also the number one figure in the martial arts world. He is known as Tan Qing, the soul-chasing staff. He is also Duan Yanqing's disciple!"

    ¡°Ah¡ª¡ª?!¡± The crowd roared and talked incessantly, staring at Tan Qing with nervous expressions and eagerness to kill someone.

    "Obviously, the old man was right about what happened. Duan Yanqing himself did not show up, but asked an apprentice to come and record everyone's appearance and identity in preparation for Duan Yanqing's future revenge.

    They have murderous intentions, this Tan Qing cannot be kept!

    "Senior, kill him!" Everyone shouted loudly, staring at the old man eagerly, with eager eyes, hoping that the old man would open his mouth and kill Tan Qing directly.

    The old man nodded slowly: "Well, this guy deserves to die, you can take action now!"

    ¡°Kill¡ª¡ª!¡± Someone shouted and pounced on Tan Qing. In the blink of an eye, Tan Qing had died and ceased to exist.

    They were surrounded by fear in their hearts, and they did not know how to distinguish, and they did not doubt whether Fang Xueqing's words were true or false.

    Suddenly, a man clasped his fists and looked up at Murong Fu.He said in a loud voice: "Mr. Murong, I suddenly remembered that there is something urgent at home, so I'll take my leave for now!"

    After saying that, he turned around and walked away without waiting for Murong Fu to speak. He used Qinggong and was out of the woods in a blink of an eye, disappearing from sight. His movement was extremely fast.

    Seeing him like this, some people immediately yelled at him, saying that he was timid and cowardly. But then, some people said goodbye and left, and some just left without saying a word.

    In the blink of an eye, the woods were completely cleared. Except for the people on the wooden platform, no one was left. They were all gone!

    Murong Fu and others looked at each other, looking at each other, but they did not expect that these martial arts people, all of them talked nicely and said they were not afraid of death, but when the matter came to a close, they all changed their minds and said they would leave without caring about their face at all.  Let¡¯s go!

    "Hehe, what a hero meeting!" The old man sat on a branch of a tree, looking at the surroundings that were all gone, shaking his head and sneering.

    Shan Zheng glanced at him and smiled bitterly, this was all his fault. If not, it would have been done now, let everyone deal with Duan Yanqing together.

    Murong Fu glared at the old man fiercely. He wanted to eat him, but his efforts were in vain. He had worked hard for so long in vain and even risked his father's life.

    I have been busy for a while, but the final result is only humiliation and humiliation, with no other gains.

    The more he thought about it, the more useless he felt. The more he thought about it, the more useless he felt. A gloomy air filled his chest, getting fuller and fuller, blocking his chest. The blockage became more and more severe, making him unable to breathe.

    ¡°Pfft¡ª¡ª!¡± He fell to the sky, a blood arrow spurted out from his mouth, and he fell straight to the ground.

    "Mr. Murong!" Shan Zheng hurriedly stepped forward, supported him, and shouted urgently: "Mr. Murong! Mr. Murong! What's wrong?!"

    Murong Fu had already passed out. No matter how much he screamed, he couldn't wake him up.

    The old monk Xuan Ming paid the tithe and sighed: "Master Shan, Mr. Murong is so angry that he is so depressed and depressed. Let him sleep for a while!"

    The old man dressed as Fang Xueqing shook his head and sneered twice, feeling extremely relieved. This was so satisfying that Murong Fu fainted!

    Seeing such a situation, she felt satisfied and wanted to retreat. She shook her head and sighed: "I didn't expect! I didn't expect! This Young Master Murong is so narrow-minded and narrow-minded that he is so angry!"

    "Alas I don't have the shame to stay here anymore with him like this. Goodbye!" He shook his head, sighed, raised his head and clasped his fists, turned around and left.

    "Wait a minute!" Shan Zheng hurriedly stretched out his hand and shouted.

    But although his words were fast, they were not as fast as Fang Xueqing's movement. As soon as she finished speaking, her figure swayed and disappeared into the woods. Although Shan Zheng's scream followed closely, he could not catch up with her.  Dharma has disappeared.

    Shan Zheng, the old monk Xuan Ming Xuan Shi, Quan Guanqing, Qi Laoliu and the others looked at each other in disbelief, and they didn't even know the old man's name!

    Thinking about it now, I can¡¯t blame Mr. Murong for being so angry that he fainted and was criticized by the old man without knowing his identity. He was indeed a coward.

    Fang Xueqing had just returned to Taihu Residence, entered the hall, and went up to the third floor, only to see Xiao Yuesheng sitting in the room, the windows and doors were open, and the breeze was blowing through the refreshing lake surface, slowly coming in.

    He was looking at her with a smile. Fang Xueqing shrank her neck and said hurriedly: "Sir, I'm going to take off my makeup first, okay?"

    "Go!" Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand and said with a smile.

    Seeing Fang Xueqing tiptoeing out, Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled to himself.

    Xueqing didn't learn well from A'Zhu, and didn't learn any other skills, but she became proficient in the art of disguise, and she has the tendency to outperform others. Now she can fake the real thing, and no one else can recognize it.

    This time, she was able to make Murong Fu so angry that he vomited blood and fell into a coma, which was truly a great feat. Murong Fu had now lost all face in the martial arts world.

    Next, what will Murong Fu do to save his lost face?  Could he be tempted to avenge his father's murder?  Xiao Yuesheng smiled.

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    Fang Xueqing slowly moved over and looked at Xiao Yuesheng with some worry. This time, she secretly ran out to cause trouble for Murong Fu.
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