Game Days: Evolving from Bone Cancer

Chapter 88 Betting against Murong!

Three days later.

On Taihu Lake, Jinshan Island.

This is one of the larger islands in Lake Tai with a small town on it with a population of over a thousand.

There are more people on the island today than in the past. At a glance, they are all people from the world with swords and knives.

Around the northern pier, there are even more crowds.

Because I heard that someone wrote a letter of war to Murong Fu, the head of the Murong family in Gusu, and today they will openly fight in Taihu Lake.

Although Murong Fu is only 23 or [-] this year, he has no defeat since he stepped into the arena, and he is already well-known.

In addition, the beggar gang fueled the flames and spread it everywhere, so it also alarmed half of the southern rivers and lakes.

Xiao Ting walks in white clothes, holds a rosary in his left hand, and stands alone in the middle of the pier.

On the opposite side is a person wearing a light yellow shirt with a long sword hanging from his waist. He has a handsome face, unrestrained and elegant.

It was Murong Fu!
"Little master, dare to ask where the master came from?"

Murong Fu exchanged greetings with a smile on his face, and his words were gentle, like a gentleman.

"Tianlong Temple in Dali was originally a disciple of the abbot, and the dharma name was guarded."

Xiao Ting also answered with a smile, neither demeanor nor aura.

The purpose of this battle is to become famous, so naturally you have to declare your family name, otherwise what kind of name will you become?

"Guardian?"

"It turned out to be him?!"

After Xiao Ting finished speaking, there was an exclamation from the surrounding people.

The people around were puzzled, so they asked the person who made the sound, "Do you know this little monk?"

"More than just knowing."

The person who spoke before replied: "The guard of Tianlong Temple in Dali is like thunder, and he is known as a martial arts wizard who emerges once in hundreds of years!"

Another person immediately echoed: "At the age of eight, I practiced the six-meridian sword of Dali's national power. I practiced two swords on the same day to silence the masters of the same generation in Tianlong Temple. Four years later, I beheaded the first sword of the Baiyi tribe. Master!"

"really?"

The heroes of the rivers and lakes who have never been to Dali are dubious: "Are you sure this is about a person, not a monster?"

"every sentence is true, if there is even half a sentence of falsehood, it will be struck by lightning!"

Several rangers from Dali swear collectively, and then said in a deep voice: "If it is said that Dali Martial Arts is very lucky, then this watcher alone accounts for seven points!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone looked at Xiao Ting with strange expressions on their faces.

Wang Yuyan, who was standing behind Murong Fu, was also surprised... She knew that this little monk was powerful, but she didn't expect him to be so powerful.

Murong Fu couldn't help putting away his contempt for Xiao Ting because of his young age.

The rivers and lakes are dangerous, and it is not easy to become famous.

In particular, it is even more difficult to be famous in the rivers and lakes of a country for a long time.

Therefore, the so-called "wasting a name in vain" rarely happens in the Jianghu.

But if there are too many people, there will always be those who do not believe in evil.

After Murong Fu died, apart from Wang Yuyan, there were four other members of the Murong family.

Among them, the impulsive character, the most provocative, is the most disobedient.

"What nonsense martial arts wizards, I don't believe it. I think there are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys call themselves kings."

Feng Bo'e sneered, and stepped forward: "Why do you need your son to take action, I, Feng Bo'e, can knock him out of his original shape!"

Murong Fu frowned slightly, he wanted to stop him, but he held back again.

The little monk on the opposite side is weird and mysterious, so it's good to let Feng Bo'e try the depth, anyway, even if he loses, it's not the result of the competition.

"Vald donkey, look at the trick!"

Feng Boxie likes to fight, but he is also considered aboveboard, and he will give a sound reminder before making a move.

The tall and strong body came running down the mountain like a tiger, with such a ferocious aura that the wooden planks of the pier creaked under his feet.

Waiting only three steps away, Xiong Wei standing up like a person, with his left palm and right fist, came at the same time with a "hoo".

Xiao Ting was enveloped by the fierce fist and palm wind, but his right hand was erected in front of his chest, motionless.

Just when everyone was puzzled, his left hand suddenly stuck out...

With the thumb clasped on the middle finger, two fingers are snapped like lightning!
Feng Bo'e obviously didn't expect Xiao Ting's speed to be so fast, and in an instant his two fingers had already flicked on his palm and fist respectively.

However, he felt two overwhelming forces pushing towards him from his arms, and immediately the severe pain struck, his whole body was suffocated, and his body involuntarily fell backwards.

Looking down, I saw two blood holes on the palm of my hand.

While the blood was dripping, the wound site turned grayish white, and he completely lost consciousness.

Lightly touch and tap with your fingers, but it makes a crisp sound as if it is on a stone slab.

Moreover, this strange situation is still slowly spreading to other flesh and blood around it!
Suddenly something bad happened in the disgust of the storm, and he quickly used his internal force to force him over...

But it can only slow down the speed of the flesh and blood turning white, it can't completely stop it, and it can't force the Beimingbutian zhenqi in the palm out of the body.

"What kind of internal strength is this?"

When everyone around saw this scene, they all gasped.

Just this time, everyone knew that the rumors were true!

But a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, who can fly a second- and third-rate player in the middle of the world with a flick of his fingers, what is it if he is not a genius?
Feng Bo'e stood there with a livid face, how dare he go up again?

Hands are the life of a martial arts practitioner!
If you lose your palms, it will be worse than death.

"Little master, it was my retainer who was wrong just now, but he has to be forgiving and forgiving. Please keep his palms."

Murong Fu had no choice but to lower his profile and come forward.

This kind of exclusive internal force is basically difficult to resolve except for myself.

"Good to say."

Xiao Ting smiled lightly and said: "It was just a small punishment just now, as long as Mr. Murong wins, the poor monk will naturally help him suck out his true energy."

Murong Fu pondered for a while when he heard the words, and asked: "There is one more thing, I need to ask clearly first - if you win, which maid from my Murong family will you take away and why?"

The maid is also from the Murong family.

Regardless of whether he wins or loses, he has to figure out what relationship Xiao Ting has with the maid of the Murong family.

In addition...

Murong Fu, who is determined to restore the country, sees that Xiao Ting is young but has extraordinary martial arts, so he naturally wants to attract him.

What does the restoration of the country need most?
people!
Especially talents, like this kind of young masters who have great influence in Dali, recruiting one is worth hundreds or thousands.

"Aju!"

Xiao Ting said in a deep voice: "She and the poor monk were born to the same mother, but they were separated from their mother when they were young, so they went to Murong Mansion. The reason why the poor monk came here this time is to take her back to reunite with her mother .”

"You and Ah Zhu are siblings?"

Murong Fu himself was still surprised, and Deng Baichuan, who was in the hands of the four great ministers, asked: "There is no proof for what you say, what evidence is there?"

A'Zhu is not an ordinary maid, but the owner of "Tingxiang Pavilion" in Yanziwu. In name, she is one of Murong Fu's confidants and servants, but she is actually treated like an adopted daughter of Murong's family.

Xiao Ting replied: "She has a paragraph tattoo on her body, and there should be a gold cleat hanging around her neck since she was a child, and a poem is engraved on it--stars in the sky, shining, shining forever, eternal peace."

Naturally, Xiao Ting couldn't remember so clearly, he asked Ruan Xingzhu specifically on the way to Dali at the beginning.

He was not afraid that the Murong family would dare to make a fuss about this matter after they found out.

Now there are so many people in the rivers and lakes watching, and the elders of the beggar gang are all witnesses.

If Murong Fu dared to renege on his promise and become fat after losing the competition, he would ruin all the prestige he managed so hard to manage.

Murong Fu is not so stupid.

As soon as Murong Fu heard what Xiao Ting said was true, he immediately drew his sword, cupped his hands and said, "Regardless of whether we win or lose this battle, the Murong family will let Ah Zhu go with my little master and let her be reunited with her family, but if Murong Fu wins by chance, So please keep your promise, little master!"

"As expected of Mr. Murong of Gusu, he is indeed a broad-minded, honest gentleman."

Seeing that Murong Fu was willing to let him go no matter whether he wins or loses, the onlookers received rave reviews for a while.

When it comes to fishing for fame, Murong Fu is indeed a master.

"Please!"

After all that should be said, Xiao Ting took the lead.

With a flick of the finger, a diamond Buddha bead was shot out.

Murong Fu held the sword in his right hand, raised his left hand and stretched it forward...

He didn't see any brilliance of true qi, and the Buddhist beads surrounding the sword qi suddenly stopped half a foot in front of his palm, then turned around and returned the same way!
The stars are moving! !
Xiao Ting's eyes flickered involuntarily, and he finally saw the mystery of "using the other's way, and giving it back to the other".

The speed of the flick of the flying sword is so fast, it can even bounce back completely.

"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

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Xiao Ting's left hand flicked like flying, and shot out five rosary beads in a row!
He now has as much as 100 points of true energy, and the second-level swordsmanship consumes only [-] points of true energy each time he triggers it.

Xiao Ting can completely "spend" wantonly, and no longer need to search and search like before.

The five rosary beads flew forward in a straight line, the first one collided with the rebounding rosary beads, and after both were destroyed, the remaining four continued to move forward.

Murong Fu still stretched out his palms, responding with a turn of events.

But this time...

The palm of Xiao Ting's left hand also quietly faced the front, and with a thought, the rear three of the four rosary beads suddenly changed direction in the air.

Bypassing Murong Fu's left hand, they shot at the arms, chest and abdomen respectively.

Manipulate gravity!
In the previous world, Xiao Ting implanted a psychic fungus in the palm of his left hand. Within a certain range, he could control gravity through his mind, and then volleyed to control objects.

Murong Fu obviously didn't expect that after the rosary beads flew out, they could change direction.

But after all, he is superb in martial arts, and his strength is far above the evil.

Even in a hurry, he still shook his wrist, and shook out a sword flower with a very small range. He even knocked all the three rosary beads that changed direction with the long sword within a square inch, and shot them all around.

Hitting the ground is a bottomless sword hole, and when it hits a wooden stake, the sawdust splashes violently, almost hurting innocent people.

With a click sound, the long sword was broken by the sword energy on the rosary beads, Murong Fu simply threw it away, and used both hands to specialize in fighting, and the fighting power continued to increase.

And Xiao Ting here...

Although the two active attacks did not take advantage, they basically figured out Murong Fu's strategy.

In the words of the explorers of the Eternal Heaven, he belongs to the high-sensitivity, rebounding and melee strengthening route.

What is the best way to deal with this enemy?
Sound Sword!

Can Dou Zhuan Xing Yi bounce back tangible rosary beads and sword energy, as well as sound?

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(End of this chapter)