"That's right, that's right. If Mr. Jing has to intervene in everything, won't he be exhausted? It's better to leave Mr. Murong's matter to him." Duan Yu felt very happy when he heard Jing Zhou's words. , now there is finally someone who is not born for Mr. Murong!
Although the people he met in the past few days were polite to him, they were "indifferent". On the contrary, when Mr. Murong was mentioned, everyone wanted to go through fire and water for Mr. Murong.
I don’t know what’s so great about Mr. Murong, but everyone regards him as a phoenix in the sky.
Duan Yu has been regarded as the darling of others since he was a child. From the emperor and empress of Dali Kingdom down, everyone thinks that he is extraordinary. But since the words "Master Murong" appeared, not only Miss Wang, but also A'Zhu Abi didn't take him seriously.
If it weren't for the inappropriate moment, he would have wanted to jump up, clap his hands, and shout, "Good!"
Jingzhou grabbed a broad-backed sword that had been missed on the ground, flicked it with two fingers of his right hand, and heard a crisp sound. The steel knife made of fine iron was cut off from the tip.
Although Sima Lin and Zhu Baokun are not high in martial arts, they still have some knowledge as one is the head of the Qingcheng Sect, the other has learned from two schools, and is the head of both the Qingcheng Sect and the Penglai Sect.
The two of them took a breath and couldn't help but admire the martial arts of this young man from Xiaoyao Sect.
This move was different from Yao Bo's previous skill when several people were defeated. Although it was shocking, it was not direct. It was more of a fear of the inscrutable means of the ghosts and gods.
And this finger-breaking weapon actually made the two of them have some guesses about the young man's kung fu.
They have never seen retrieving objects from the air, so they can't draw a conclusion, but if you want to break an iron blade with your hands, you need to have extremely deep internal strength.
As far as the two of them are concerned, if it is an ordinary weapon, they can break it with their palms, it is just a few more hits.
But the swords made of fine iron were extremely difficult for them to damage with their fleshy palms.
It is even more impossible to be like that young man, who can break the long knife just by tapping it with two fingers.
The two of them thought to themselves that even if they continued for another twenty years, their kung fu would not reach the point where they could break a sword with their fingers.
At this time, a ridiculous thought occurred in the minds of several people: "Could it be that the person in front of me is the reincarnation of the Overlord? Otherwise, even if he practiced martial arts in his mother's womb, his skills would not reach this level!"
It's just that the two of them don't know that there is a skill like Beiming Divine Skill in this world, which can create a person with a hundred years of skill in a short time. There is also Duan Yu who has a skill of this level.
Wang Yuyan saw more. She wanted to break the sword. She thought she could do it with her cousin's skill. However, if his cousin attacked with all his strength, the sword would be broken into several sections instead of just breaking it. Breaking off the tip of the knife requires extremely fine control of the internal force.
"Stop hiding behind and watching, come out!"
Everyone looked back and saw no one else except the cool breeze blowing outside the window. Several people immediately turned to Jingzhou, confused in their hearts.
"My Iceberg Beauty Wife"
Jingzhou threw the broken tip of the knife towards the west window, and suddenly there was a sound of breaking through the air, and he saw a figure flashing behind the window, and there was indeed a person hiding.
Wang Yuyan said worriedly: "Uncle Bao, is that you?"
Although Jingzhou just threw it casually, Wang Yuyan was still worried.
At this time, she already had a clear understanding of Jingzhou's kung fu, which was far superior to that of her cousin.
Moreover, as long as the internal strength reaches a certain level, even pinching flowers and picking leaves can hurt someone, let alone a weapon!
As soon as the shadow of the candle dimmed, a man jumped in. He was thin and tall, wearing a gray cloth robe. He looked at Jing Zhou warily.
A'Zhu's eyes were sharp and he exclaimed: "Brother Bao San, you are injured!"
"No, no, how can this little scratch be considered an injury!"
At this time, everyone turned their attention to "No, no, no", and saw that the middle-aged man had a cut slightly below his shoulder, and blood was seeping out, staining most of his sleeves.
Abi quickly took out a bottle of golden medicine from her arms, took out a handkerchief, and bandaged Baotong.
Wang Yuyan was afraid that Jingzhou would make another move, so she took his arm and said hurriedly: "Master Taoist, this is Brother Bao, not an outsider!"
Jingzhou saw through her little thoughts and said with a helpless smile: "Am I the kind of person who loves killing? Before, I just thought someone was peeping."
Duan Yu saw that this man was extremely heroic and didn't even notice the stab wounds. He was extremely impressed. If it were him, he would have screamed in pain, which made him want to make friends with him.
Duan Yu immediately bowed and said with a smile: "I'm Duan Yu, do you know what the name of this old man is?"
Bao BuTong glanced at him and said coldly: "Who are you, kid? You dare to instigate me? How can I tell you, a pretty boy with oily hair and pink face, that I am so famous?"
"Brother, I..." Duan Yu asked for trouble and rubbed his nose. His face turned red immediately and he was so embarrassed that he took back the steps he had taken.
He didn't expect this man to be so rude!
For a moment, he actually had the idea of leaving. He felt that anyone involved with Mr. Murong, whether it was a person or a place, was his nemesis. However, he couldn't bear to leave Wang Yuyan, so he hesitated again and stepped out of the door. Half of the foot was retracted.
Abi hurriedly said: "Brother Bao San, this is Young Master Duan, not a bad person."
Bao BuTong shook his head and said: "No, no, sister Abi, pretty girls are the most glib. You have to be careful not to be deceived."
Duan Yu suddenly became angry, his face turned red, and he thought to himself: "What is this person doing against me for no reason? It's fine if I don't tell me his name. How can he say that I am a pretty boy with oily hair and pink face? If I am a pretty boy, then how can he?" Not a vulgar villager?"
Since he came out of Dali, he has met many different kinds of people these days, but this is the first time he has met this "no, no, no" man in front of him. But this time, he feels that there is no such awesome person in the world. A person that people hate.
Just when Duan Yu was about to retort a few words so as not to lose face in front of the fairy sister, Abi and A'Zhu, he heard Bao BuTong say again: "Miss Wang is holding an outsider's hand, aren't you afraid that my brother Murong will get jealous?"
If Bao BuTong's original character was to be followed, he would definitely have ridiculed Jingzhou and taught this person who was so close to Wang Yuyan a lesson, so that he would know that "a toad cannot eat swan meat!"
It was just that piece of iron that almost killed him. If Bao BuTong hadn't been alert and moved quickly, it would have been inserted into his heart.
Even so, the iron piece still scratched his arm, which made him think more and worry more when he spoke. . .
