Chapter 18 Teenager Falling from the Sky

Chapter 18 The Teenager Who Falls from the Sky

Fan Buchong took a deep look at Zhiliu, looked at the four immortals on the stage, took a breath and shouted,

"Stop six, congratulations on winning. Remember to let us have a bridal chamber when you marry your daughter-in-law."

Stop June 1st and laugh immediately,

"If I am lucky enough to marry such a beautiful woman, I will certainly not treat my brothers badly, and I will not be drunk at that time..."

"Good!"

Everyone was also infected by their courage to accept it bravely. Perhaps this is the value of their Lingzong. Although it is a small sect, it is extremely united.

Stop six looking around and shouting,

"There is no one who wants to compete with Zhi Liu for his wife?"

After waiting for a while, there should be no one, because everyone looks at me, I see if you hope someone else will go up and have another battle between dragons and tigers for everyone to enjoy.

"Since everyone is so humble to me, then I..."

"Wait, let me try..." Before Zhi Liu finished his words, he was interrupted by a cold hum. Everyone looked back and a bearded man staggered over.

"Murong Qiushui!!"

The suzerain couldn't help standing up at this time,

"What are you doing here? This is not the place where you should come. You are no longer a member of the clan. Get out quickly!!"

The loud shout of the patriarch Murong River sounded, and his face was gloomy.

The man staggered to the stage, but no one dared to stop him because his body was too smelly? Qingyu thought so, no!! Although he walks wobbly, every step is very steady and light, which is a sign of a person with high skill.

The people around can't help chattering, and the scene can't be controlled. But I heard the sloppy man say lightly,

"Brother, your surname is Murong, and I am also Murong. Why do you give orders? Besides, I've been out for three years, and now I'm back. I won't talk about it if I don't ask you to receive me. Can't I even participate in the martial arts conference?

The patriarch Muronghe's face changed,

"If you don't leave, don't blame me for being rude."

Murong Hong said with tears in her eyes, "Brother, the third brother just came back, don't drive him away..."

Murong Qiushui was stunned, and then looked at Murong Hong's eyes with a trace of warmth. "Since Murong Qiushui lost his reputation, only the fourth sister has still done this to me..."

There was a little choking in his voice. He immediately shook his head and shouted, "Anyway, I'm the son of the former suzerain of Lingzong. The rules of this round of martial arts conference have not changed, right? Haha, I heard that the reward this time is..."

He turned around and looked at the four immortals on the stage

"Tut... It's really good, not inferior to the fourth sister when she was young..."

Murong He just wanted to say something. The master and servant beside the princess came to his ear and said something. Murong He said in surprise, "Is this okay?"

"It's okay. The princess just needs a strong guard of martial arts. As long as she can help the princess return to her ancestral city, Lingzong is a meritorious official. Even the previous Yangshen will not blame you."

Murong He nodded and sighed,

"Qiushui, if you dare to hurt people, I will kick you out immediately..." Murong Qiushui smiled faintly and was not talking, but stared at Zhiliu tightly. "Kid, I advise you to give up..."

Zhiru has also heard the name of the talented teenager Murong Qiushui, but it is also a thing of the past, just like Murong Hong's beauty. Although it is still the same, the glory is no longer. No matter how strong Murong Qiushui used to be, he is just the world of their young people. He doesn't believe that he can't compare with Murong Qiushui.

"Hehe, don't say it too early. Whoever falls down may not be..."

Murong Qiushui showed a dark smile and said,

"Yes, I'll let you lie down"

Everyone looked at the two warriors who were about to go to war, and wondered whether they could defeat Murong Qiushui, the genius who was expelled from the wall.

I saw Zhiliu's right foot poked out slightly, and his clothes vibrated.

Murong Qiushui's face showed a trace of surprise, and he smiled with emotion,

"I didn't expect that in the years when I was not in Lingzong, there were many good hands in the sect"

Zix's momentum soared in vain, just like the endless waves of surging**, Zhiliu snorted coldly,

"There are indeed many good hands, but whether Zhiliu is one of the good hands or not, you will win."

Murong Qiushui's face changed, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said coldly,

"It depends on whether your mouth can hold up to the moment you chew your tongue!!"

Just when Zhiliu was stunned, Murong Qiushui was as popular. When everyone's eyes were blooming, his fist had reached the door of Zhiliu. This fierce and windy punch did not hit Zhiliu's face like this, and his hands quickly protected the door.

"Pu..."

Murong Qiushui's circle hit Zhiliu's chest firmly, and the sound was vivid. Originally, it was to hit Zhiliu's door, but suddenly turned to attack Zhiliu's chest.

"Wow..."

He took two steps back from eating pain. He was unwilling to show weakness and also met Murong Qiushui with his fist, but how could Murong Qiushui's body be reached? If this punch continues, how can there be the shadow of Murong Qiushui?

Zhiliu has begun to feel dizzy. If the master moves, he can already decide the victory or defeat with one move. No matter how reluctant Zhiliu is, he still can't get rid of the fate of losing.

What shocked everyone was that Zhiliu still didn't want to give up at this moment, as if he was unwilling to forget the beauty in the corner of the stage, and his arms turned to Murong Qiushui like a windmill.

Murong Qiushui roared, and his eyes were full of pity.

"Since you want to die, it seems that it's my fault if I don't fulfill you."

Zhiru's stormy fist attacked the direction of Murong Qiushui. Murong Qiushui's face was stagnant. Under such an undiscriminate fight of Zhiliu, he could not find a breakthrough gap. Murong Qiushui used his strange body method to float around Zhiliu. He was waiting for the moment when Zhiliu was exhausted, and hit him hard.

When Zhiliu's fist gradually softened and he was unable to wave his iron fist freely, Murong Qiushui moved. Yes, he moved. His body was as elegant as a light swallow, and his body flashed like lightning. Under the angry eyes of everyone, his lightning-like legs screamed, sprayed blood and flew out and fell to the ground.

"despicable"

"Threelan!!"

Murong Qiushui's sarcastic smile,

"Joke, isn't it a search for death when I rushed up when he waved his fist like a madman? Isn't it despicable if I really want to eat his fist?

Everyone was stunned. What he said is not wrong. People just don't like to see the weak being intellectually played by the strong, but like to see the strong being hit intellectually by the weak. This is human nature. Murong Qiushui has long seen through this feature of human nature, so that instead of blushing, he feels it for granted. Since he played in the martial arts competition, he should be prepared to be injured, and he did not kill him quickly and put him to death.

Murong Qiushui looks around,

"Who else is not convinced? You can try it."

Murong He stood up, and the last thing he wanted to see came. He thought that after three years, these young soldiers would be promoted to the swordsmanship. Although he was not as good as Murong Qiushui, a genius who had long been promoted to Jianbo, at least he could at least exhaust Murong Qiu's water with a wheel battle and go away.

But at this moment, Murong Qiushui completely overwhelmingly suppressed Zhiliu at the level of Jianwu, not to mention Fan Fuzhuang, who is not even Zhiliu, and Xiong Kun, who is still wandering at the peak of the nine-star swordsman. It's ridiculous that his own patriarch is also at the peak of the swordsman, but the traitor has reached the level of swordsman early.

While he was burning, a figure stood up, with tall and solid shoulders, and a beautiful and white teenager appeared in front of everyone. In everyone's extremely surprised eyes, he slowly walked to the martial arts platform.

"Xiao Qin, can you do it or not? Don't force it..." Murong Hong's caring voice came, and everyone below sighed, one by one unexpectedly, which made everyone have no time to react.

Yan Hong and Xiong Kun were shocked and shouted in a hurry,

"Xiao Qin, what are you doing? Come down... Don't mess around..." In their opinion, Xiao Qin is just a child who has not grown up. Although he is strong, he is definitely not the opponent of this kind of martial arts practitioner.

"What? Isn't that Xiao Qin? What did he do?" Fan Bzhuang, Xiong Chong, Fan Lin and others exclaimed that Xiao Qin gave them the impression that it was just a child picked up by the suzerain by the river. Yan Hong's family lacked a hand, so they let them raise him, but they have thought about where Xiao Qin came from before he fainted by the river. Is his name really Xiao Qin? Whether there were any earth-shaking things that happened to him before? Although these were unknown, seeing Xiaoqing honest and polite in the sect, he did not suspect that Xiao Qin was a treacherous person in it.

The only thing that seemed calm was Murong He, and a trace of light flashed in his slightly strange eyes, "Xiao Qin, do you want to try it?"

Qing Yu smiled, "Okay"

Murong He nodded. He could see that Qingyu was a martial arts practitioner. Otherwise, he could do any rough and heavy work, whether it was opening mountains or water. This was absolutely non-existent among the children of those weak families in the sect. He had also asked Qing Yu's past, but he was rejected by Qing Yu with the word forgetting. . Because Qingyu's head is injured everywhere, it will cause settling and reasonable things.

The only thing that surprised Murong He was that Qingyu, who was covered with blood, was full of poison and bloodthirsty poison. Miraculously, Qingyu was not poisoned, which made them incredible. At that time, Qingyu's body was hot and hot, and a irritable energy rumbling in his body, and finally The elders concluded that it was this energy that made it impossible for those toxins to penetrate further into Qingyu's body that saved their lives.

At present, does this teenager who survived with the favor of God remember anything at this moment? Has he shown the side he had in the past on the martial arts stage, which has never been shown in front of the people of Lingzong?

Murong He took a deep breath. This is the world, and the strong are respected. Whether this teenager can save the current defeat is still unknown.

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