Tang Lan and Yan Nanfei's expressions changed, and the former said coldly, "You must know how much damage you will bring to the southern martial arts."

"If you want to fight me, you will fight, why should I be afraid of my Gusu Murong Clan?" Murong Fu glanced at the two of them indifferently and turned away.

Yan Nanfei looked at Tang Lan with the rose sword in his hand: "Do you want to do it?"

"Your sword?" Tang Lan didn't act in a hurry. Instead, he looked at Yan Nanfei's scabbard. Seeing that the flower spirit of Blood Rose was slowly resurrecting above it, he asked, "Are you sure?"

"One sword, if one sword can't kill him, I will surely die under the peacock's feather." Yan Nanfei said solemnly.

Tang Lan's heart was like a cold stone, she knew that if Murong Fu didn't die, he would definitely become the enemy of Young Master Yu in the future: "I will cooperate with you to avoid the peacock feathers, and you will kill Murong Fu!"

"Okay!" Yan Nanfei said nothing.

Then, the two suddenly rushed towards Murong Fu.

"Hehe, it's really coming." Murong Fu sneered, and instead of advancing, he retreated, turning his head and slapped Tang Lan with his palm.

"Bang~"

Tang Lan's eyes were stunned, and a huge force came from above her arm. Before she could react, the whole person flew out.

"Look at how well you played for me last night, excuse me!"

Yan Nanfei saw that Tang Lan was blown away by a slap, and did not dare to make any more rash moves, and looked at Murong Fu in shock: "Your injury?"

"Oh?" Murong Fu said calmly, "My injury is fine."

"You..." Yan Nanfei looked at Tang Lan and looked at Murong Fu, without hesitation, he picked up the latter decisively and ran away.

Murong Fu, who is in the master realm, is not something he can provoke, and I am afraid that Young Master Yu will come by himself.

Murong Fu narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Yan Nanfei who was far away, but did not chase after him.

He knew that these two were the direct descendants of Young Master Yu, and it was not easy to kill them now.

However, the Rose Sword is somewhat interesting, and it can be used in the future.

After weighing the peacock feathers a few times, he left satisfied.

At this time, Yan Nanfei, who had been running for a while, couldn't help feeling strange when he saw that Murong Fu hadn't caught up.

"Stop." Tang Lan also found something strange and got off Yan Nanfei's body.

Looking at Tang Lan, Yan Nanfei couldn't help but ask, "You really helped him play all night last night..."

"Crack~"

Tang Lan endured the huge pain in his arm, and threw Yan Nanfei's mouth: "Dirty!"

"Hmph, where am I so filthy?" Yan Nanfei was very unconvinced, and secretly said, even if Young Master Yu came, he would also think so.

Tang Lan glared at Yan Nanfei fiercely, her anger was not at all, but she didn't know how to explain it, and said coldly, "I have something to worry about, you don't care."

Yan Nanfei suddenly calmed down a lot, bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry, it was my fault."

"Hmph, let me go." Tang Lan gave Yan Nanfei a serious look, then turned and left.

Yan Nanfei breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Tang Lan didn't blame him for his cowardice: "Are your hands okay?"

"It's just broken bones, it's good to keep it for half a year." Tang Lan said indifferently.

Yan Nanfei said fearfully, "It seems that Murong Fu's injury has already gotten better. I am afraid that only Gong Ziyu can defeat him. Should we stop the Six Dragons from attacking Gusu City?"

"No!" Tang Lan shook his head: "Go on and let the other dragon heads do it together."

Yan Nanfei looked at Tang Lan in disbelief, thinking that this woman was probably insane: "Murong Fu is already at the realm of a master. Unless he uses some secret power, we can't be his opponent."

"Hehe, maybe it wasn't before, but it's different now." Tang Lan said proudly.

"What do you mean?" Yan Nanfei asked in confusion.

Tang Lan smiled lightly: "You forgot, where did I come from?"

"Where are you from?" Yan Nanfei pondered for a moment, and couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Tangmen in the middle of Shu?"

"That's right, I used my Tang Sect's Five Poisons Divine Sand Palm. As long as I touch it, I will definitely be hit with the five poisons. Even if his internal strength is deep and he won't die, it will affect 70% of his combat power." Tang Lan said confidently.

Yan Nanfei said angrily, "Isn't it that I missed the best chance to kill him?"

"None of that, sand poisoning needs a certain amount of time to ferment." Tang Lan said.

Yan Nanfei blinked and said, "How long will it take?"

"Three days, it only takes three days, the sand poison will definitely break out, and then if we gang up and attack him, we will surely die!" Tang Lan said.

Yan Nanfei was overjoyed: "I'll send orders now, and let the other dragon heads come along with me."

"Well, let's go!" Tang Lan nodded and said.

Half a day later, all the dragon heads of the Azure Dragon Society received orders from "Young Ziyu".

Gather in Gusu City and kill Murong Fu.

"Master, you are back."

Azhu and Abi seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"Why did you two come here to guard the gate?" Murong Fu asked curiously.

Azhu replied: "When I got up in the morning, Brother Bao came to you, saying that the ground fire had been dealt with, and I wanted to invite you to take a look."

"Oh? I didn't expect them to move so fast, not bad." Murong Fu smiled.

"Master, you smell so good." Abi said curiously, sniffing the fragrance on Murong Fu's body.

Murong Fu laughed "haha" and said, "It's normal, it's normal."

Azhu rolled his eyes and asked with a smile, "It seems that we have another little sister."

"Don't talk nonsense, what a little sister, this young master is that kind of person in your heart?" Murong Fu said speechlessly.

"Then where did you go all night?" Abi asked curiously.

"I'm going to listen to the music." Murong Fu said.

"Ah, sir, what are you listening to? Why are your hands so dark?" Abi yelled and pointed at Murong Fu's hands.

"Listen to the flute." Murong Fu said casually, looking down, his right hand was indeed terribly black.

Azhu said anxiously: "Young Master, you are poisoned? Do you want to ask Miss Su Ying to come and treat you?"

"Haha, it's okay, this little poison is useless to me." Murong Fu calmly circulated his True Qi, and a purple fire burst out from his poisoned hand.

In a blink of an eye, the arsenopyrite above was burned and returned to its original color.

"Okay, it's amazing!" Abi said in surprise.

Murong Fu said indifferently: "It's a small matter, your son has me, and all the poisons have long since passed away, so this poison is just a little bit stronger."

"Oh, by the way, Master Xiao, you listened to Xiao Xiao for a whole night, and I will also play it to you after I learn it." Abi asked curiously.

"Let's not learn from last night's broken Xiao, this young master will teach you to play a more powerful Xiao." Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, then with a faint smirk, he walked into the Palace Master with Azhu and Abi in his arms.

At this time, the entire southern martial arts undercurrent was surging.

The two frightening forces on the rivers and lakes fought desperately.

On a certain road in Gusu City, the five dragon heads of the Qinglong Association pointed to a cold woman in front of him and asked unwillingly:

"My Qinglong will be with Tianzun, the well water does not violate the river water, why do you want to kill me?"