Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

The next day, Murong Fu brought Duan Lang to the headquarters of Tianxiahui.

The splendid gate reveals a solemn momentum.

The door was tightly guarded, and the swordsmen and guards stood neatly, with alertness in their eyes.

Thick pines and cypresses surround the Tianxiahui headquarters, with antique pavilions and green tiles and red walls.

Inform the leader, Murong Fu, Murong Murong, is asking for an audience. The servant walked into the main hall cautiously and reported to Xiongba who was looking at the battle report.

When Xiong Ba heard this, a happy smile suddenly appeared on his face.

He quickly stood up and walked towards the door of the hall, saying at the same time: Master Murong has heard of his fame for a long time, and he actually came to be a guest in our world! Hurry, prepare some fine wine and food, and treat him well.

After a while.

Murong Fu and Duan Lang walked into the hall, and the guards immediately bowed and saluted.

Murong Fu looked calm and walked steadily, while Duan Lang looked a little nervous, and his eyes glanced at Xiong Ba's sharp eyes from time to time.

Murong Fu stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said calmly: Master Xiongba, Murong is polite.

Xiong Ba laughed loudly, waved his hand and said: Master Murong, you are so polite. I am honored to have you here today. It is a great honor for me in the world. Please sit down, please sit down.

The two parties exchanged greetings, which were occasionally mixed with probing and fishing. Although the atmosphere was harmonious, there was a hint of tension and wariness.

Xiongba stood up with a smile and stretched out his hand.

I heard that the assassins found you last night. It seems that you are all safe and sound.

Murong Fu smiled slightly, held Xiong Ba's hand, and said calmly: The gang leader is really well-informed, but it's just a trivial matter, it's not worth mentioning. The main thing is to pay a visit to Lord Xiong Ba.

Xiong Ba nodded and turned his gaze to Duan Lang, revealing a trace of doubt: Duan Lang, why are you here too?

Duan Lang's heart tightened, but his face remained calm as he replied: Master Murong asked me to accompany you, so I'm here.

Xiong Ba's probing eyes lingered on the faces of Duan Lang and Murong Fu for a moment, as if he wanted to see something, but in the end he smiled and said, Since you are here, please sit down. Please sit down.

They sat down in the main hall, wine and delicacies were served one after another, and Xiong Ba entertained them warmly.

Murong Fu was sitting on the gorgeous guest seat, his face still calm, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he was thinking deeply about something.

In the hall filled with wealth and glory, every move he made made people feel as free and easy as the wind, but also full of unfathomable feelings.

Duan Lang stood beside him, his face solemn, and he held the sword in his hand tighter.

Although he remained calm on the outside, Murong Fu could feel the tension radiating from him.

After dinner, Murong Fu casually mentioned the reason for his visit today and said, Lord Xiongba, I came here today to ask for something.

I want to take Duanlang away with me. From now on, he will no longer be a member of the Tianxiahui.

As soon as these words came out, the entire hall suddenly fell into dead silence.

Xiong Ba's face immediately turned ugly, his fingers trembled involuntarily, and anger and shock were intertwined in his eyes.

Duan Lang's sword was clenched to the extreme. He felt his heartbeat was trembling violently, and an unprecedented sense of tension surged into his heart.

He said in a deep voice: What does Master Murong mean by these words? Duan Lang is a master of our Tianxiahui, how can he be taken away casually?

Don't I, Xiongba, give you this face?

Murong Fu's eyes did not change, and he said slowly: Of course I will not take away people from Tianxiahui without any reason, but Duanlang and I are destined to go through many ups and downs together.

This time I leave, he is willing to follow my wishes.

Don't you, Lord Xiongba, give me this face?

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became strange and tense. Everyone's eyes were focused on the three people, as if waiting for a storm to break out.

Xiong Ba's face became even more ugly, and his voice revealed anger: Since Master Murong insists so much, I ask you to take action. As long as you can beat me, Duan Lang will leave with you.

A cold light flashed in Murong Fu's eyes, and a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth, but he did not answer.

The lights in the main hall flickered and went out, echoing the thunder outside, seeming to indicate that a storm was coming.

Duanlang gritted his teeth for a moment.

He knew that once the war actually started, it would be a battle of life and death.

Finally, Murong Fu stood up slowly. His eyes were cold and he said calmly: In this case, please give me some advice, Lord Xiongba.

As the two walked from the hall to the ring, Xiong Ba's heart was filled with anger. He was thinking angrily about Murong Fu's arrogance and rudeness, but he knew that he couldn't make any mistakes at this moment.

He turned his head and looked at Murong Fu pretending to be relaxed: Mr. Murong, today's battle, regardless of victory or defeat, I hope it will become a good story between you and me.

Murong Fu looked sideways at Xiongba, with an imperceptible smile on his lips: Leader Xiongba said it well, winning or losing is a common matter for military officers, so there is no need to take it too seriously.

The gang members gathered around, and the stands were full of people and excited, especially the gang members from the Tianxiahui, who cheered for their leader, Xiong Ba.

On the ring, Murong Fu was dressed in white, looking as if he were an immortal, holding a long sword and looking calm.

Xiongba, on the other hand, was wearing a black battle robe, with sharp eyes, and was holding a unique long knife. The blade was engraved with various strange runes and exuded a cold light.

You start! the referee ordered, and the entire arena fell into silence.

The competition began, and Murong Fu seemed very relaxed from the beginning. His swordsmanship was elegant, as if dancing, sometimes flashing, sometimes attacking, catching the hero off guard every time.

He seemed to be playing tricks on Xiong Ba. He didn't use all his strength in every attack, and every move was full of elegance and agility.

Xiongba became more and more angry, his face turned livid, and the fire in his eyes became more intense. M..

He swung his sword and attacked Murong Fu again and again, but Murong Fu easily defeated him every time.

The gang members in the ring began to whisper, and some even smiled sarcastically.

Xiongba's attacks became more and more fierce, and every ray of light he swung his long sword condensed his anger and domineering force.

However, Murong Fu was still calm and unhurried. His swordsmanship seemed to be getting easier and easier. Every move seemed to be toying with Xiong Ba, making people feel a strange sense of fear.

Finally, after a strong attack, Murong Fu suddenly launched a counterattack.

His long sword seemed to turn into a bolt of lightning, directly hitting Xiong Ba's long sword.

At that moment, everyone felt a strange tremor, as if the entire arena was shaking.

Murong Fu said softly: You lose.

Xiong Ba was stunned. His long sword seemed to be locked by Murong Fu's sword energy, unable to move.