In front of Jiying Hall, purple air gathers, and white clouds dot the sky.

Zhao Huan is sitting on the high platform in a dragon robe, with the Yuan mission on the right and the Song Dynasty officials on the left.

There is still one VIP seat left, all of which are today's martial arts legends and heroes.

From time to time, a team of well-equipped guards slowly walked into it.

Everyone looked closely, and the leader was Murong Fu who was holding Wang Yuyan.

I saw him in white clothes with his head held high and his chest high, and his equipment was extraordinary, as if the legendary exiled immortal was alive, and the beautiful women around him were also closely attached to each other like the fairy in the moon palace.

A gust of breeze blew, and Wang Yuyan took advantage of the situation and was hugged by Murong Fu.

In an instant, four big characters flashed in everyone's mind - Immortal Family.

"Nan Murong is really romantic and unrestrained. She has already reached the time of life and death, and she has not forgotten to take care of her good wife." Zhao Min said contemptuously.

"Haha, is Zhao Min County Master envious?" Zhao Fujin sat down on Zhao Huan's hands and heard it so clearly, he didn't forget to reply.

Zhao Min looked at the other party and smiled lightly: "Oh? So it's Di Ji, you are the dream lover of several princes of our Yuan Kingdom. They like you, and they like you!"

"Haha, if you are envious, you will marry yourself." Zhao Fujin replied coldly.

When the two women were arguing, King Jinlun slowly got up and jumped forward, and said lightly, "Amitabha, it's time for Lao Na to go."

Everyone heard the sound and left, and there was no other person in the place for a long time. Looking again, Falun Gong Jinlun was standing firmly in front of Murong Fu.

"Haha, His Holiness, it's still early, are you so anxious?" Murong Fu looked up at the sun and smiled.

"Amitabha, that's not the case. It's just that there are two little girls there, arguing for you all the time. It's really annoying to hear that." King Jinlun shook his head and said.

Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help looking at the high platform. With his eyesight, he could easily see the battle between Zhao Jinfu and Zhao Min's two daughters above.

He couldn't help laughing suddenly: "Haha, no wonder!"

Wang Yuyan nodded slightly to King Jinlun, and said softly, "Cousin, I'm over there."

"Go!"

Murong Fu replied lightly, and gave everyone in the back a look, and the soldiers all left after seeing this.

He and King Jinlun were the only ones left in the field.

"Amitabha, Young Master Murong is very lucky to have such a virtuous wife. She knows that I am here to kill you, and she is so polite to the old man. It is really rare."

Murong Fu laughed "haha":

"Cousin is polite. That's upbringing."

"As for you wanting my Murong Fu's life, Master, with all due respect, you are not worthy!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, no one thought that at this time, Murong Fu was still so domineering and did not flinch at all.

"Hmph, Murong Fu is really too stubborn. There is a world of difference between the peak master and the great master. No matter how strong he is, he can't do it." Ling Luoshi, who was sitting in the crowd, said disdainfully.

"Hehe, that's not necessarily true. What if our Murong Jiedu is far from a very human being?" Qin Hui said with a "hehe" smile, full of contempt inside and out.

"Okay, I, Song Guoerlang, should have this pride and confidence."

Zhao Fujin was displeased that the two were entertaining Murong Fu like this, and just about to refute, he heard Zhao Huan clapping his hands in praise.

The Eight Sage Kings also hurriedly echoed: "Murong Jiedu, worthy of the name of a hero who moves the rivers and lakes, is indeed the number one person today!"

Off the field, Murong Fu and Falun Gong Jinlun faced each other.

In the air, a faint electric light was rubbed.

Everyone exclaimed: "So strong!"

The two of them shouted in an instant, and strode forward with a punch!

"boom!"

The two fists collided and a wave of air was created, which immediately shattered the underground slate.

There was an unexpected glint in the eyes of Falun Dafa King Jinlun: "Dragon and Elephant Prajna?"

"Hehe, Master, please enlighten me." Murong Fu laughed.

In an instant, he threw a white fist and slammed into King Jinlun.

Falun Dafa King Jinlun can't either, fight him.

The entire square, flashed out countless air waves colliding with the electric light.

"Murong Fu is crazy, he actually chose to fight with Falun Dafa King Jinlun!" Hebiweng, who was sitting beside Zhao Min, wondered.

Lu Zhangke replied lightly: "It is very likely that blood is on the head."

Zhao Min frowned slightly, denying:

"Although Murong Fu is arrogant, he will never use his own shortcomings to attack the enemy's strengths."

When everyone heard this, they all felt reasonable.

Focus more on the field.

Falun Gong Jinlun looked at Murong Fu with a natural posture, as natural as nature, without the slightest flaw.

Secretly gave birth to admiration and yearning.

It would be great if the other party could inherit his mantle.

Maybe he can practice the Dragon Elephant Prajna to the top and stand at the top of the world.

Maybe, you can break this world and go to another place.

"bump!"

Dharma King Jinlun shook Murong Fu with a fist, and he said in his mouth:

"Amitabha, if Young Master Murong keeps trying, don't blame Lao Na, you're welcome."

"Hehe, Dharma King, don't blame me, I got an adventure today, my body has changed, and I just try it with you." Murong Fu said honestly.

King Jinlun was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "Young Master Murong really doesn't take his own life seriously."

"Then I'll show you the true strength of the great master!"

As soon as these words came out, Falun Dafa King Jinlun's momentum changed, like a huge mountain pressing down on the field.

Everyone present felt that breathing became difficult.

Even if he was sitting, so was Zhao Huan, the farthest Song Qinzong.

It is conceivable that Murong Fu, who is the closest to the Golden Wheel Falun Gong, will face the pressure.

His body shook suddenly, as if he was loaded with a thousand pounds.

There was a sound in his mind, his eyes were black, his feet were weak and weak, as if stepping on the clouds.

In the dantian, Jiuguang Shenlong Gong operates on its own.

There was a sound of dragon roar, and in an instant, Murong Fu's body gave birth to a purple flame.

Takes all the stress out of him.

"Hehe, is this the true strength of the Dharma King?" Murong Fu shook his head, as if he had changed his life, and asked.

King Jinlun's face sank, and he said, "Amitabha, I never imagined that Young Master Murong has such profound skills and can resist my general trend."

"Your Highness, don't be sad, you must know that maintaining this state will burn my inner strength very much." Murong Fu took out the Heavenly Secret Stick and stood in front of him with a thought, jokingly.

"Oh? I don't know how much internal strength Mr. Murong has, enough for you to squander it?" King Jinlun asked subconsciously.

Murong Fu laughed "haha" and said, "It's barely less than three hundred years!"

"Hey, Young Master Murong, you're making fun of Lao Na again, but this time Lao Na won't play with you again." King Jinlun performed the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong, and his whole body immediately turned crimson.

The body is completely larger than before.

With a roar, he suddenly threw a punch and smashed it hard at Murong Fu.

The power is so great that it instantly ignites the void.