Jin Yiwei starts from Ming Yugong

Chapter 73 Fox Tail
Murong Zhen looked calm.

He held it in for too long, and couldn't help venting all his emotions to Yang Zikang.

Because in his eyes, Yang Zikang is a dead person, and a dead person will never reveal his secret!

"Brother Yang, you should be on your way!"

Yang Zikang remained silent.

Mingjiao chose the wrong partner back then, thinking that the Murong family was a soft persimmon, but unexpectedly they turned out to be a hard stubble.

Later, he took the second best option and chose to cooperate with Murong's family. Unexpectedly, Murong Zhenyuan was more powerful and ruthless than he imagined.

It took three years to infiltrate the Ming Cult, but now it is showing up.

Use Murong An as a bait to lure him into a fight with the white tiger, consume his strength, and then capture all the members of the Ming Cult at the foot of Yuanshan Mountain!

Waiting for him here now is probably because of the torch order on him.

With the sacred objects of Mingjiao, he ordered all Mingjiao people to fulfill his ambition.

"What is the ancestral training of your Murong family?"

After venting his emotions just now, Murong Zhen has returned to normal, looking at Yang Zikang with piercing coldness.

"Brother Yang, we have known each other for three years, and I know you very well!"

"As long as you hand over the torch order and abolish your martial arts, I promise not to kill you."

Yang Zikang sneered, "Even if he does not die, he will lose his freedom forever."

Murong Zhen smiled, "Hahaha, Brother Yang knows who I am."

The words have been exhausted, and the two are not talking.

The holy flame in Yangzi Kang's sleeve flew out, hovered beside him, and the flames surrounded his body. The black air instantly covered one-third of the flames, and an evil smile slowly emerged.

Lie Yan is vain and uncertain, and is no longer as strong as it was when he fought the white tiger.

A layer of green energy emerged from Murong Zhen's body, and a gust of breeze rose up, making the forest at the foot of Yuanshan rustle.

The breeze and the flame collided with each other, and the flame was instantly suppressed.

Yang Zikang had been prepared in his heart, and the wickedness on his face became even stronger, and he even let out a treacherous laugh.

Murong Zhen smiled slightly, a folding fan appeared in his hand, unexpectedly he also used the Xiaoyao Fan.

But his Xiaoyao fan is more mature than Murong An's, his fan skills are flexible and changeable, as urgent as a storm, and his every move is natural.

Yang Zikang's holy fire order was suspended by his side, and his moves were strange. From time to time, the holy fire order turned into a sword and slashed out, forcing Murong Zhen.

It's just that no matter how powerful Yang Zikang's offensive was, it was always dismissed by Murong Zhen lightly.

"Brother Yang, you are already at the end of your strength, why bother to hold on!"

Yangzi Kang Xie laughed, with a gloomy voice, full of evil spirits.

"In the last battle, you were lucky enough to be undefeated. You won't be so lucky this time."

Murong Zhen sneered, "Brother Yang, has anyone ever told you that the sacred fire makes magical powers strange and unpredictable, but the second time it is used on people, the effect is extremely poor."

The folding fan in his hand rotated slightly, and pointed out obliquely. This fan was upright and upright, and it just avoided all of Yang Zikang's moves.

Like a sharp sword, piercing his heart!

The evil smile on Yang Zikang's face became even worse, a holy torch flew to his chest, and pointed straight at Murong Zhen.

"Brother Yang, go all the way!"

Murong Zhen suddenly changed his move, opened the folding fan in his hand, and closed it again in an instant, sandwiching the sacred fire token in the fan bone, the folding fan turned, and patted the sacred fire token with his left hand.

The holy fire order flew back at a faster speed than when it came, and penetrated Yang Zikang's heart at close range.

The folding fan on the right hand was opened, and the five sacred fire tokens were buckled on the folding fan.

There was a big hole in Yang Zikang's heart, but the vitality of the master realm was relatively tenacious, so he didn't fall down immediately.

It was only then that I discovered that Murong Town's folding fan had hidden secrets. The fan bones were made of fine iron, and there were dense barbs lined up on the fan body.

Just now, it was these barbs that stuck the sacred torch tightly, giving Murong Zhen the opportunity to close the folding fan.

"You are really insidious!"

"Hahaha, soldiers are never tired of cheating, brother Yang, you are indeed a good partner, but it's a pity that you are so greedy that you covet my family's unique knowledge, otherwise we would be very good friends."

Murong Zhen had a look of pity on his face, as if he was pitying this friend.

"You are indeed a very good friend, and you even researched a strange weapon for me."

Yang Zikang chuckled, pointed to the torch token in Murong Zhen's hand and said, "But do you know that the torch token is not so easy to get."

As soon as the words fell, Murong Zhen felt that the folding fan in his hand was getting hot, so he immediately threw the folding fan on the ground and took three steps back.

"Hahahaha, Mukong Town, Murong Town, you are too cautious, so cautious that you become suspicious."

Yangzi Kangxie laughed out loud, and the six holy torch tokens fell into his hands again, merging into one!

Flying in the direction of Yang Ye extremely swiftly, "Pay the price for your suspicion, let your son be buried with me!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The evil laughter became sharp and piercing, making the proud Mukong Town completely unbearable.

"Shut up, shut up!"

Murong Zhen, who had always been calm, was filled with breath, and the gentle breeze had turned into a tornado storm, soaring into the sky.

It can be clearly seen within a hundred miles!

The real energy in Murong Zhen's body surged, turned into a giant hand that lifted the sky, and slapped Yang Zikang ferociously.

A look of disappointment flashed in Yang Zikang's eyes, this man was too cautious, even in a state of rage, he did not lose his composure.

With one palm falling, Yang Zikang turned into powder and gradually dissipated. In the next second, a bright red glow rose from under the blue palm.

A violent force spread in an instant.

"Brother Yang, your aggressive method is still a bit clumsy! Hahaha!"

When Murong Zhen saw this scene, his originally furious mood also calmed down.

As soon as he got lucky with the Crane Control Skill, the whole person soared into the air, and he withdrew five or six feet in the blink of an eye.

It's just that Yang Zikang knew he was going to die, and all the power in his body exploded in an instant. Murong Zhen's speed was fast, but the speed of this flame erupted even faster.

Murong Zhen couldn't get rid of it, so he could only choose to resist forcefully, a wave of green energy surrounded his body, and he performed the star shift.

The flames surrounded him, but they were all led into the ground without causing any harm to him, but it was also delayed.

When Murong Zhen escaped from the flames, he immediately rushed towards Yang Ye's direction, but when he arrived, he only saw Murong Jun's dead body.

A flash of anger flashed in Murong Zhen's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

Barry is only half of [-]!

This was the case with our ancestor Murong Fu back then, so will I repeat the same mistakes?
He was a little complicated in his heart, but 20 years of experience made him quickly suppress all his emotions and reflect on his own problems.

As a veteran grandmaster, Yang Zikang has rich combat experience, if he hadn't been calculated first, he might not be able to take him down easily.

Facing the seriously injured Yang Ye, Murong Jun was still invincible. The strength of the next generation of Murong's family needs to be strengthened.

After summing up some experience, he took out a cowhide picture from his arms and threw it in the middle of the battlefield, then turned around and escaped into Yuanshan.

And the word 'dry' is impressively written on the cowhide map.

(End of this chapter)