Naturally, Ding Chunqiu was not willing to sit back and wait for death, so he immediately injected the poisonous power in his Dantian into the opponent's body in order to protect himself.
Facing the Beiming Divine Art, he couldn't even use the power-transforming technique. He only felt weak all over, so he could only place his hope on the Poison Technique he practiced.
Murong Fu suddenly felt dizzy, and almost withdrew his palm power. He quickly bit the tip of his tongue, and the stinging sensation made him sober up. He knew that Ding Chunqiu had introduced the poisonous skills he had practiced into his body.
Without having time to think about it, Murong Fu immediately transformed the feminine power in his body into masculine power, and the feeling of being in a daze and missing something was relieved a lot.
However, Ding Chunqiu's Poison Skill is really powerful. Even if Murong Fu has the Beiming Divine Skill to detoxify poison, since his skill is not as deep as that of Xu Zhu in the original work, there is still a critical point.
If he absorbs too much of Ding Chunqiu's poison power, it will also cause serious harm to himself.
"Pity!"
Murong Fu sighed inwardly, and when he was almost close to the critical point, he knocked the opponent upside down with a palm.
After this battle, although Ding Chunqiu's internal energy was not exhausted, his physical strength was reduced by 60 to 70%.
Before Ding Chunqiu could fully recover, he was grabbed by Murong Fu and his right hand was tightly squeezing his throat.
"Old Monster Ding, we will settle your debt later. I won't kill you today and let all your disciples come out."
It's not that Murong Fu doesn't want to kill Ding Chunqiu, but if he kills him now, Su Xinghe and Wu Yazi will have nothing to worry about, and things may change in the Zhenlong chess game in the future.
Su Xinghe and Wu Yazi will be wary of Ding Chunqiu's death charm and eager to find an heir, so they cannot kill this old monster yet.
When Ding Chunqiu saw that Murong Fu had mastered the Beiming Divine Skill and was captured by the opponent again, he thought it was a certain death situation, but he didn't expect that the opponent had no intention of killing him. He suddenly felt the joy of surviving the disaster and hurriedly replied:
"I...all my disciples are already here!"
Murong Fu looked around the crowd and saw many teenagers, but no female disciples.
"No, are you sure everyone from your Xingxiu sect is here?"
"Young hero, are you looking for someone? You might as well tell the person's characteristics and I will send my disciples to find him as soon as possible."
After learning that the other party would not kill him, Su Xinghe was no longer so frightened and fearful, and just wanted to send this plague god away as soon as possible.
"I'm looking for a little girl named Azi, but is she in your Xingxiu sect?"
Murong Fu pondered for a moment and asked.
After Su Xinghe thought for a long time, he shook his head and said: "Young hero, our Xingxiu sect has never had female disciples. Even among the male disciples, there is no one with the word 'purple' in their name."
"How can it be?"
Murong Fu couldn't help but look a little ugly. Could it be that he came early?
Just when he was confused about this, Ding Chunqiu's first disciple Zhai Xingzi stood up tremblingly and said: "This hero, you... the person you are talking about may know."
"explain!"
Murong Fu's eyes moved and he looked at him.
"It's like this. Half a month ago, there was a little girl who hid on our grain carriage and stumbled into the Xingxiu sect. Originally, the little girl wanted to drive her away, but the little girl said nothing. If she is willing to leave, I see her cleverness, so I leave her to do odd jobs in the kitchen. As for whether she is the one the hero is looking for, I dare not say for sure."
In fact, when he met Ah Zi that day, Zhaixingzi wanted to kill him directly, or use it to feed his own poison, but when he saw that although Ah Zi was only twelve or thirteen years old, she was already a rare beauty, he took action. With bad intentions, I plan to leave it behind and serve myself later.
But in front of Murong Fu, he naturally did not dare to say that.
As for concealing that the other party had not seen Ah Zi, he did not dare to do so. If Murong Fu wanted to search for the Xingxiu Sect, he would not be able to hide the matter. Rather than being discovered by the other party and not reporting it, he would be better off confessing it honestly.
Murong Fu naturally didn't know about Zhai Xingzi's thoughts. Seeing that he still had some sense, he said, "Go and bring her!"
"Yes, yes, little one, go right now!"
After Zhai Xingzi responded, he hurriedly ran to the forthouse on the mountain.
The disciples of the Xingxiu Sect present were all on tenterhooks and did not even dare to make a sound.
Not long after, Zhaixingzi came down with a cute girl dressed in purple.
"Hero, the younger one brought the person here!"
After Zhai Xingzi bowed, he hurriedly retreated into the crowd, leaving the girl in purple alone, staring at him with her big round eyes.
Murong Fu let go of Ding Chunqiu, looked at her and asked, "What's your name?"
"My name is Azi!"
The girl in purple replied in a delicate voice.
Murong Fu stepped forward, reached out and grabbed a gold lock with a red rope from behind her neck.
In front of everyone, Murong Fu naturally found it inconvenient to look at the word "Duan" carved on her back, but with this golden lock piece, she could already prove her identity.
"What are you doing!"
Azi didn't expect that he would suddenly touch her neck, and immediately kicked out in embarrassment.
But with her three-legged cat skills, Murong Fu only slowly stretched out his left hand and firmly grasped her ankle, making it impossible to move.
"Okay, come with me!"
Murong Fu didn't waste any time and pulled her away from here.
Ding Chunqiu watched the other party leave silently. It was not until Murong Fu walked away that a sinister look gradually appeared on his face.
All the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect know how to observe people's emotions. They know that the master has made a big mistake today, and no one dares to go up and touch his bad luck.
Ding Chunqiu snorted coldly and went back to the mountain alone to heal his injuries with Qigong.
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Murong Fu grabbed Ah Zi's wrist and did not let her go no matter how much she struggled and yelled. He did not let go until he left the miasma swamp.
A'Zi was struggling to break away, but he suddenly let go. Before she could react, she fell to the ground, causing her to cry loudly.
Murong Fu did not bully her intentionally, but because the poison in his body could no longer be suppressed, he left the Xingxiu Sect's territory as soon as possible.
After throwing the candied fruits he bought a few days ago to the other party, he didn't care about anything else. He sat cross-legged on the ground and began to use Qigong to dissolve the poison in his body.
After Aziwa cried loudly for a few times, she glanced at something wrapped in oil paper on the ground. Driven by curiosity, she first stopped crying, then carefully climbed to the side to pick it up and check it out.
Seeing that it was a good candied fruit, her mouth watered with greed. She glanced at Murong Fu, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, motionless, and started to eat it without ceremony.
She quickly ate up the large bag of preserves. Seeing that Murong Fu was still motionless, she tiptoed to his side.
AhZi took a fancy to Murong Fu's Yitian Sword at a glance. When she reached out to pick it up, she found that the sword was too heavy. Then she deliberately made a noise and threw the sword aside.
Murong Fu closed his eyes tightly, as if he had not heard anything.
