Games come to all worlds

"Our Yu'er has good taste."

Seeing Duan Yu walking over with Wang Yuyan, Duan Zhengchun and Dao Baifeng both smiled with satisfaction.

But behind them, Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling both pouted and had evil eyes. They wanted to get angry but couldn't do it. After all, they were just "sisters" now.

"Father, mother, please take care of Miss Wang."

"Huh?" The two of them were stunned, suddenly frowning, and asked: "Yu'er, you don't want to go up, do you?"

Duan Yu grinned, showed his big white teeth and nodded, "Yes! Mom and dad, don't worry, things are different now. The eldest brother and the second brother are all up there, so how can I, the fourth brother, hide away."

After saying that, his figure flickered, and he used Lingbo to walk like a ghost to the middle of the ring.

"Brother!"

"Fourth brother!" Xiao Feng hugged him and asked, "Are you ready?"

"Ready at all the time!"

"That's good! I announce that the winner of the ninth round is my fourth brother - Duan Yu!"

"Light the incense!"

After hearing this, the audience continued to discuss.

This is not to discuss Xiao Feng's favoritism. In the past two days, everyone has understood that it is impossible to be a champion without strong strength. The big guys don't care what your identity is. Xiao Feng's own father is the same.

It’s just that I haven’t fought.

Xu Zhu, the second younger brother of Xiao Feng, gave everyone a great shock, and even felt like they were looking at the sweeping monk.

Coupled with Duan Yu's Lingbo Weibu just now, everyone was even more elusive about his strength. For a while, no one wanted to stand out.

But people who are familiar with him know that Duan Yu only knows how to move with one hand, and his fingering skills are sometimes not good at all. He is not a master at all.

The corners of Murong Fu's lips raised, he had seen through Duan Yu's trick.

First let Xu Zhu, a master, come on stage to shock everyone, and then let Duan Yu, a kid, come on stage to make everyone take the bait and waste time.

snort! I have seen through your plan!

But he still didn't go up because Duan Yu had another "conspiracy" up his sleeve.

Although Duan Yu's martial arts is average, there are not many people who can defeat him in single combat.

He is one, Duan Yanqing is the other, and the rest will even be shown off to death by his Lingbo microwave, just like those people on the stage who overestimate their abilities.

However, it is difficult to distinguish between his and Duan Yanqing's martial arts skills, and the person who comes up later will definitely have a great advantage.

Unless the other person promises not to play.

Thinking of this, Murong Fu did not worry, but led the people to the side of the four evil men.

Duan Yanqing was a little surprised by his arrival, and asked with a smile: "Master Murong doesn't go up, what are you waiting for?"

"Mr. Duan, please don't tell secrets. If I want this spot, can you part with me?"

Before Duan Yanqing could answer, Yue Laosan beside him hurriedly said: "What a wonderful idea! Who in the world doesn't know how precious the quota in the Xiao organization is. You are not the son of our boss, why should you give it to me?" you!"

"That's okay!"

Under everyone's surprised gazes, Murong Fu knelt on his knees, kowtowed and said loudly: "Father, here comes again! Please accept my homage!"

At this moment, many people even forgot about the fighting on the stage and all turned their heads to look this way.

Outsiders are watching the fun, but some people can't stand it.

"Sir!" Bao BuTong roared angrily: "How can you accept this inhumane guy as your adopted father! The master is still alive!"

Feng BoE spat on the ground. He couldn't hold it back anymore and cursed: "As the head of the Murong family in Gusu, he actually knelt down to recognize his adoptive father in public. I can't afford to disgrace this person! Brother Bao San, let's go find him." master!"

Their words were inseparable from Murong Bo, which deeply stimulated Murong Fu.

"Master? Master? Hahaha!" Murong Fu stood up suddenly, turned to look at his two men and shouted: "Murong Bo is dead! I said so! I am the only master of the Murong clan in Gusu!"

Looking at the already crazy Murong Fu, their eyes were full of disappointment. Bao BuTong wanted to say something, but Feng BoE held his shoulders and said tremblingly:

"Forget it, Brother Bao San, let's go!"

After saying that, the two of them turned around to leave, but Duan Yanqing suddenly said: "It seems that Mr. Murong is not strict with his subordinates. Why do you have the nerve to become my adopted son and inherit the throne?"

When they chatted that night, they both knew a little bit about each other and knew that they were descendants of the royal family.

After hearing this, Murong Fu not only did not feel humiliated, but also looked overjoyed, because it meant that he agreed.

Thinking of this, he took out a sword and pointed it directly at the Achilles' heel behind Bao BuTong!

"Cousin! No!" Seeing this scene, Wang Yuyan yelled at the top of her lungs. She couldn't believe that Murong Fu would actually kill Bao Ding.

The two of them had followed Murong Fu for decades, going up mountains of swords and seas of fire. They were loyal and loyal. If Murong Fu was in danger, he would not hesitate to block the sword with his body.

But now, Murong Fu actually wants to kill them.

Bao BuTong and Feng BoEi didn't expect this, so the two of them didn't take any precautions at all. After all, qualified retainers would never guard against their masters.

Moreover, they just wanted Murong Bo to persuade Murong Fu. From the beginning to the end, they had no idea of ​​leaving Murong's family.

Feng BoEi reacted one step faster and when he noticed that the sword was stabbing him, he immediately pushed Bao BuTong away. However, Murong Fu's swordsmanship was not bad and he would kill anyone first, so he fine-tuned his sword to stab Feng BoEi.

At this critical moment, a sword finger hit Murong Fu's sword.

The next second, three people wearing golden robes surrounded him. They didn't say a word and just stared at him. The aura exuded from them made everyone around him subconsciously take a few steps back.

Master Kurong stretched out his hands from his robe, clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, death fighting is strictly prohibited in the audience. Murong Fu, give me a warning!"

"Ming...understand."

Murong Fu took a few deep breaths and did not dare to disobey, because this outfit represented the highest law enforcement authority in the martial arts world.

"Third brother and fourth brother!" Wang Yuyan ran over quickly and asked nervously: "Are you okay? Are you injured?"

"Haha." Their laughter was filled with bitterness as they said, "My heart was chopped to pieces by Murong's swordsmanship. From today on, I am no longer a member of the Murong family. Miss, you... ugh~"

The two of them didn't finish speaking. They thanked Wang Yuyan and Master Kurong, and then left side by side.

Wang Yuyan also understood what they meant, and looked at Murong Fu dreamingly, with complicated emotions in her eyes.

Murong Fu didn't even look at her from beginning to end. He immediately walked to Duan Yanqing and whispered, "Father, after the conference is over, I will clean up the house!"

"Well, very good. When the conference is over, I will officially adopt you as my adopted son."

"Uh... now?"

"You were hit by a Yang Finger. Take a rest first. I'll go up and kill Duan Yu first, and then help you clean up a group of martial arts masters. Finally, you can defeat me. How about that?"

Murong Fu was so surprised that he bowed ninety degrees and said excitedly: "Thank you so much, foster father!"

"Good boy."

Duan Yanqing patted his head and jumped onto the stage.