Zongwu: People on Peach Blossom Island rely on their understanding to become immortals

Murong Fu sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "Duan Yanqing, you can't even protect yourself, and you still talk about joining forces?"

"You!" Duan Yanqing gritted his teeth, but was unable to refute.

Wang Yuyan suddenly spoke, her voice trembling: "Murong Fu... You are willing to become a pawn of Yipintang?

Is this still the Gusu Murong I know?"

Murong Fu looked at Wang Yuyan, his eyes were complicated, but finally turned cold: "Wang Yuyan, the dispute in the rivers and lakes has never been related to friendship.

If not, how could you stand on Lin Changfeng's side and be my enemy?"

Wang Yuyan's face turned pale when she heard this, and she took a step back.

Seeing this, Lin Changfeng said coldly: "Murong Fu, Miss Wang is kind-hearted, but you deceived her with friendship.

Today I will let the world see.

What is the face of the Murong family that says 'returning the favor'!"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Changfeng slapped Murong Fu with one palm!

Although Murong Fu's hands were tied, he was agile and actually dodged sideways.

He sneered: "Lin Changfeng, do you think you can suppress me alone?"

Lin Changfeng said nothing, his palms flew, his energy was like a tide, and he pressed forward step by step.

Murong Fu retreated several steps and saw that he was defeated.

Suddenly he shouted: "People from Yipintang, why don't you take action!"

A burst of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded in the distance.

A group of people in black rushed out from the dark and surrounded everyone.

Duan Yanqing saw this and laughed wildly: "Lin Changfeng, today is your doom!

No matter how strong you are, can you defeat so many masters?"

Lin Changfeng was not afraid at all. He shouted in a deep voice: "Shaolin disciples listen to the order, the Luohan formation!"

The Shaolin monks quickly formed a formation and fought with the black-clothed men. The battle instantly became fierce.

Murong Fu took advantage of the chaos to break free from his restraints, flew up, and went straight to Lin Changfeng.

He carried sharp internal energy in his palms and hit Lin Changfeng with endless hatred: "Lin Changfeng, I want you to die!"

Lin Changfeng raised his hand to meet the attack, and the two internal forces met in the air, stirring up dust all over the sky.

Murong Fu was knocked back several steps, but he was not discouraged. Instead, he grinned and said, "Lin Changfeng, you can't beat me!"

Lin Changfeng snorted coldly, slapped Murong Fu with his backhand, and said calmly, "Murong Fu, if you can beat me today, you are capable!"

The two fought again, and the wind of fists and palms whizzed past, with amazing momentum.

Wang Yuyan stood in the distance, watching all this with complicated eyes, and finally whispered softly: "Murong Fu, why do you want to go this far..."

Lin Changfeng and Murong Fu fought fiercely, with swords and shadows around, Shaolin monks and the black-clothed men of Yipintang fighting endlessly, and shouts of killing shook the sky.

Murong Fu's expression was cold, and his palm turned over, and his body moved faster and slower.

Suddenly, he was close to Lin Changfeng, and his palms were accompanied by strong winds, attacking the opponent's chest directly.

He sneered, "Lin Changfeng, do you think you can turn the world upside down with your Arhat Formation?

Today I will let you know what real strength is!"

Lin Changfeng looked normal, not retreating but advancing, his body as steady as a rock.

But his eyes were fixed on every move of Murong Fu.

Suddenly, he slipped and avoided Murong Fu's palm wind, and whispered to himself, "The stars are changing...it's really interesting."

In the distance, Zhou Botong was leaning against a big tree.

He squinted his eyes and watched the battle in the field, with a playful smile on his lips.

He shouted, "Murong Fu, is your brain broken?

My master Lin Changfeng is not someone you can bully casually.

Don't run back to see your ancestor crying when you lose!"

Murong Fu's face turned pale when he heard this.

He glared at Zhou Botong and said coldly: "You little brat, stop making noise!

When I deal with Lin Changfeng, I will deal with you first!"

Before he finished speaking, he moved again, his internal force surged out, and his momentum rose sharply.

At this time, Lin Changfeng suddenly stopped all his movements, put his hands behind his back, and stood calmly.

He lowered his eyes slightly, as if thinking about something.

Murong Fu frowned, and his heart was immediately alert: What's going on? Did Lin Changfeng surrender without a fight?

The next moment, Lin Changfeng raised his head, his eyes revealed a hint of coldness, and his voice was calm but full of pressure: "Murong Fu, although your Dou Zhuan Xing Yi is mysterious, it may not be unsolvable."

Murong Fu was shocked, his pupils shrank slightly: "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Lin Changfeng did not answer.

Suddenly raised his palm and waved it lightly.

An invisible force surged out and rushed towards Murong Fu.

Murong Fu quickly used Dou Zhuan Xing Yi to try to transfer Lin Changfeng's force away.

However, he suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Lin Changfeng's palm actually had the shadow of Dou Zhuan Xing Yi!"This is impossible!"

Murong Fu's face suddenly changed. Suddenly, Lin Changfeng flashed like a ghost and slapped out in the air.

This palm was not fancy at all, it was plain and simple, but it contained boundless power!

Murong Fu barely resisted in a hurry, but an unmatched force instantly surged into his meridians.

He groaned, flew backwards, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Hey! I told you!"

Zhou Botong jumped up, clapped his hands and laughed, "Murong Fu, why don't you kowtow and admit defeat?

My master is a genius who can even play tricks with your family's unique skills!"

Murong Fu stared at Lin Changfeng with a shocked face, and said in a hoarse voice: "You... you can see through the changes of the world?"

He panted, his eyes full of unwillingness and anger.

Lin Changfeng remained calm and said calmly: "Looking at the martial arts you used, there are flaws in them.

Although Dou Zhuan Xing Yi is powerful, your use of it is still shallow.

I have only comprehended it for a while, and I have already understood its subtlety."

"You are talking nonsense!"

Murong Fu roared, struggled to get up, and pounced on Lin Changfeng again.

However, at the moment he attacked.

Lin Changfeng suddenly closed his eyes.

With a slight movement of his body, he used Dou Zhuan Xing Yi in a more fluent way.

All of Murong Fu's palm power was bounced back!

"Bang——"

Murong Fu was repelled again, blood gushed out of his mouth, and his face was extremely pale.

He stared at Lin Changfeng blankly, muttering: "Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"

At this time, the voice of the system sounded indifferently in Lin Changfeng's mind: "Congratulations to the host, you have comprehended the Murong family's Dou Zhuan Xing Yi and created a new martial arts, which has been named 'Tai Chi Xing Liu'.

Do you want to check it immediately?"

Lin Changfeng smiled slightly, and did not talk to the system. Instead, he slowly said: "Murong Fu, you can't even control your own martial arts, how can you defeat me?"

Murong Fu opened his mouth, but could no longer speak.

His legs softened and he knelt on the ground, his eyes full of despair.

In the distance, the black-clothed men of Yipintang saw this scene, their morale was greatly reduced, and the battle collapsed instantly.

The Shaolin monks took the opportunity to exert their strength and defeated their opponents one by one.