Martial Arts: Starting with Immortal Cultivation, the Female Warriors Are All Bad

"father?"

Seeing the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in front of him, Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly shouted excitedly.

Although Murong Bo has faked his death for more than ten years, Murong Fu will never be unfamiliar with this figure.

Moreover, he recognized at a glance that the other party was using his own unique martial art, Dou Zhuan Xing Yi. Only the successive heads of the Murong family were qualified to practice this martial art.

My old father who had been dead for more than ten years suddenly resurrected and appeared in front of me...

Murong Fu didn't know what his mood was at the moment.

There is excitement, surprise, anger, sadness, it is extremely complicated.

"Fuer, it's me..."

After defeating Qiao Feng, Murong Bo turned around and gave Murong Fu a kind smile.

Although he had not recognized Murong Fu for more than ten years, he had been secretly watching his son all these years.

I know that the other party has made a lot of efforts and suffered a lot over the years to restore his country.

Murong Bo was very pleased about this, and felt more and more that faking his death was a wise decision.

In order to allow Murong Fu to grow quickly and take up the banner as soon as possible, he faked his death without saying a word.

Although Murong Fu has achieved nothing over the years and has not made any success in restoring the country, Murong Bo is still very pleased.

At least Murong Fu has always taken the restoration of the country as his own responsibility, and his years of teaching have not been in vain.

"Dad, why did you suddenly appear in this apricot forest?"

"Didn't you die more than ten years ago? Why did you suddenly come back to life?"

After confirming Murong Bo's identity, Murong Fu asked a series of questions, still feeling a little confused.

"I will explain this to you slowly later..."

Murong Bo waved his hand without saying anything more, and turned his gaze to Qiao Feng not far away.

The pressure from a top-level celestial warrior was heading straight for Qiao Feng!

"Humph…"

Qiao Feng groaned, veins popped out on his forehead, and he clenched his teeth to resist the overwhelming force.

Unfortunately, the gap between realms is a chasm that can never be bridged, like a natural moat.

After just a few breaths, Qiao Feng was already feeling exhausted.

Just when he was about to give up, Hong Qigong took action.

Hong Qigong burst out with great momentum, directly forcing back Murong Bo's tremendous pressure.

"Old man, you are not dead yet..."

Holding the dog-beating stick, Hong Qigong narrowed his eyes slightly.

As a master of the same era, Hong Qigong was naturally no stranger to Murong Bo.

When the news of Murong Bo's death suddenly spread in the martial arts world, Hong Qigong felt it was very strange.

How could a celestial warrior in his prime die suddenly and without a sound?

What a liar!

Although he certainly suspected that Murong Bo had faked his death to escape, there was no excessive connection between him and the other party, so Hong Qigong did not investigate further.

Hong Qigong was not surprised by Murong Bo's sudden appearance.

Murong Bo thought that he could deceive everyone by faking his death and escaping, but that was not the case at all.

Except for his foolish son Murong Fu who believed it firmly, many martial arts masters did not believe it.

Although warriors are not immune to all diseases, at least they have strong internal energy that can resist most diseases.

There were many suspicious points about Murong Bo's sudden death that year, and it was hard not to be suspicious.

"Ha ha……"

"You old beggar haven't died yet, how could I die before you?"

Murong Bo smiled coldly and sneered mercilessly.

He had been observing secretly just now and knew that he was definitely no match for Jiang Che and the others, so he set his sights on Hong Qigong.

He planned to find an opportunity to take Murong Fu and escape.

It has already happened, it's too late to say anything now.

The only wise thing to do now is to leave Xingzilin, this place of trouble, and go out to avoid the limelight.

His Murong family had been planning for hundreds of years to restore the country, so they naturally didn't care about just a few years...

When the storm calms down, it won’t be too late for Murong Fu to return to the arena.

"Without further ado!"

"If you want to fight, then fight!"

"You, this evil boy, colluded with Xixia Yipintang to murder my Beggars' Sect disciples."

"Today, I will not let the old beggar go no matter what!"

Hong Qigong shook the dog-beating stick in his hand with a look of anger on his face.

At this moment, he was really angry.

The series of events that happened to the Beggars' Sect today were enough to make him upset.

But Murong Fu, this guy who didn't know how to live or die, insisted on running into the muzzle of the gun.

It was difficult for him to punish the elder of the Beggars' Sect, but could he not do anything to Murong Fu, an outsider?

If this matter is not handled properly, outsiders will think that his Beggars' Sect is easy to bully.

Although Murong Bo's cultivation was stronger than his and he had made great progress over the years, Hong Qigong was not worried at all.

Because he noticed that Murong Bo's condition was a little abnormal at the moment.

No one knew whether this old fellow had used some secret method to forcibly improve his cultivation level. His aura was extremely unstable and violent.

"In that case, I will satisfy you!"

A cold light flashed in Murong Bo's eyes, and he instantly rushed to three feet in front of Hong Qigong and fought with him.

"Join your fingers!"

"Dragon City Sword Technique!"

Murong Bo did not leave any room for maneuver when he attacked, and used all his signature skills right from the start.

He transformed his true energy into a sword finger.

In an instant, hundreds of sword qi and sword fingers extended from the three-foot void in front of Murong Bo.

The sword energy is full of murderous intent, mighty and domineering, vast as the sea, ethereal as smoke, and with overwhelming power!

The sword energy was more than three feet long, crisscrossing and heading straight for Hong Qigong's face.

However, this is not over yet.

Murong Bo put his left hand together with the sword and used the Dragon City sword technique with his right hand.

The long sword crossed the sky, with thousands of cold rays flashing, cold and eerie, directly covering the void within a radius of ten miles.

Hong Qigong had a solemn expression on his face. He did not dare to be careless at all and immediately displayed his unique skills.

The Eighteen Ways of Dog Beating 1.8 stick technique was wielded by him with great brilliance, so fast that people could not even see the afterimage. The roaring sound like explosions continued to be heard in the void within a radius of ten miles.

The sky and the earth changed color, dark clouds rolled, strong winds howled, and the earth shook.

…………

The two fought fiercely and it was difficult to separate them for a while.

The more Hong Qigong fought, the more confused and frightened he became.

Because apart from using the Murong family's signature skills at the beginning, all the skills Murong Bo used afterwards were actually the Shaolin Temple's unique skills?

"The flower finger?"

"The Formless Tribulation Finger?"

"Breaking Discipline Sword Technique?"

"Well, you old thing are really shameless!"

"I was wondering where you've been all these years. Turns out you went to the Shaolin Temple to steal the 72 unique martial arts techniques!"

"Stop talking nonsense, old beggar! Take my punch!"

"Arhat Fist?"

"You old bastard, you still say you didn't steal any Shaolin skills?"

"I said no, that's it. I'm so pissed!"

"Old beggar, I'll kill you!"

…………

ps: From now on, the realms will be uniformly divided into early stage, middle stage, late stage, and peak stage. The levels sound so stupid, and I don’t know what I was thinking before…

226: Wanwan: Well, it’s really exciting…

"Father……"

Seeing the two people fighting in mid-air, Murong Fu's heart rose to his throat, fearing that the father he had finally seen would die again soon.

"Good brother, should we kill this Murong Fu?"

Wanwan lay in Jiang Che's arms, her slender legs wrapped around Jiang Che's waist.

She picked up a strand of hair and played with it in front of Jiang Che's chest, and asked in a bored manner, looking uninterested.

Although Hong Qigong and Murong Bo's gazes attracted the attention of many people present, in her opinion, it was just that.

With her current strength at the initial stage of foundation building, no matter how many celestial warriors come, they will all be useless.

If the duel was between two immortal warriors, perhaps she would be a little interested.

After the show, the little witch couldn't wait to leave.

Instead of wasting time here, I might as well go home and chat with my good brother~

Well, during the day...

Haven’t tried it yet!

Just thinking about it, Wanwan felt extremely excited!

"Kill..."

Glancing at the void dozens of miles away, Jiang Che sneered.

Originally, he was still waiting for the old bastard Murong Longcheng to show up on his own initiative so that he could catch all the people from the Murong family in one fell swoop.

But this old guy has been hiding and refusing to come out. Does he really think there is nothing he can do?

"Hehe, okay..."

Wanwan giggled, raised her hands, and gathered her spiritual power. Countless sword flowers burst out in her palms, colorful.

After accumulating strength, Wanwan swung her sword towards Murong Fu's position without even turning her head.

The sword's edge grew longer in the wind, becoming overbearing, ethereal and illusory, with boundless murderous intent spreading.

In an instant, hundreds of sword beams soared from a few feet in size to dozens of feet, heading straight towards Murong Fu's face.

The speed of the sword light was extremely fast, as swift as thunder, and before Murong Fu could react, the sword light was less than an inch in front of him.

Murong Fu felt despair and subconsciously closed his eyes.

But after waiting for a long time, he still didn't feel the coming of death, so he opened his eyes suspiciously.

"You... who are you..."