Murong Fu didn't mind being teased by this beautiful woman, but when he saw that she was determined to bully Zhong Ling, he couldn't stand it anymore.
When Cui Luhua was secretly feeling proud, a sudden force of suction came from her. She suddenly felt a lightness in her waist, and she couldn't help but throw herself into Murong Fu's arms. He hugged her waist and controlled the acupuncture points on her waist. I can no longer move my whole body.
It looked like she was actively embracing him, and a strong manly scent hit her face. Cui Luhua, who had never been in such close contact with a man, suddenly turned red in the cheeks.
Murong Fu had long seen that Cui Luhua's eyebrows were still open and her body was still perfect. As for why she put on such a posture, maybe it was because of the inconvenience of traveling around the world, so it was used to confuse everyone.
At this time, as soon as she was held in his arms, her feelings naturally leaked.
Zhong Ling didn't know the reason and said anxiously: "You vixen, let go of my brother Murong!"
Murong Fu glanced at Cui Luhua, who was unable to move and was leaning in his arms, and said with a smile: "Although I consider myself handsome and charming, I'm like a fairy, swaying her legs and making her eyes light up when she sees me. It’s really rare!”
Cui Luhua looked embarrassed, and a trace of shame and anger flashed in her eyes. Although she didn't know what was going on, it was obviously the person in front of her who was causing trouble. Unfortunately, she couldn't break free now, so she could only suppress the shame in her heart and pretended to be calm: "Young Master is a handsome person. This little girl misses you so much. I have no intention of losing my temper. Please show mercy to me!"
After saying that, his face showed the charming look just now. Compared with Kang Min's natural charm, although it was a little pretentious, it was better than the warm fragrance of jade, which made him feel a little moved when he feasted his eyes.
"The fairy is joking, I dare not be sorry to my good girl!"
Murong Fu pushed her away and pulled the jealous Zhong Ling into his arms, which made the little girl look much better.
As soon as Cui Luhua broke free, several flying knives appeared in the hand in his sleeve, and they flew towards Murong Fu indifferently. The technique was very strange. Although the force of his right hand was used to launch it, the trajectory and strength of the flight were... Each is different.
"Fairy Furong, please don't be rude to the young master!"
Taoist Bu Ping originally thought that the other party would restrain himself after learning a lesson, but who would have thought that he would resort to the knife-throwing skill even after a disagreement.
Seeing the four flying knives coming from four directions, Murong Fu rolled up his sleeves and immediately formed a wall of air around him. The flying knives were separated by the wall of air, and at the same time they were pulled by a dark force. After circling and flying around, it flew towards Cui Luhua with the same force and direction.
Cui Luhua's expression changed greatly, and when he wanted to dodge, he saw only four floating figures of white light passing by because the distance was too close.
However, as the strong wind roared in his ears, the pain he imagined did not come, but instead came with waves of coolness.
She hurriedly checked her body, only to see that her dress was torn into several pieces. She was in love, and her red clothes matched her snow-white skin, which was indescribably alluring.
Cui Luhua hurriedly covered several important parts, her face flushed, and her eyes showed both shame and deep fear of Murong Fu.
Although Zhong Ling didn't like the other party, she was kind-hearted and still took out the blue shirt that Murong Fu wore in her luggage and gave it to her.
After all, Cui Luhua was still a good man who kept his integrity. After thanking Zhong Ling with some embarrassment, he put the green shirt on his body to block the indescribable amorous feelings.
Taoist Bu Ping was half a monk after all. When he noticed something was wrong, he immediately turned around.
But Murong Fu was not a gentleman, and he stared at the other person without blinking, just to feast his eyes on him.
Cui Luhua put on her green shirt. When she saw Murong Fu still staring at her, she rolled her eyes slightly dissatisfied. In her tenderness and charm, she accidentally smelled a familiar smell. Seeing that the style of this dress was men's clothing, she I couldn't help but think of something. My mood that had just calmed down was once again causing my cheeks to feel hot due to random thoughts.
“It’s really lively here!”
The cold voice from before suddenly sounded, and as soon as he finished speaking, a man in robes, about fifty years old, with a long beard and a sword on his back appeared in front of several people.
To avoid further misunderstanding, Taoist Bu Ping hurriedly introduced: "Brother Sword God, Fairy Furong, let me introduce you two. This Young Master Murong is the world-famous Gusu Murong."
"Mr. Murong, this sword god brother's surname is Zhuo, and his given name is extraordinary. This is Fairy Furong's maiden name..."
Without waiting for Taoist Bu Ping's introduction, Cui Luhua took the initiative and said: "It turns out that the world-famous 'Nan Murong' is my concubine Cui Luhua. Thank you Master Murong for your mercy!"
Murong Fu nodded and glanced at her meaningfully. He didn't look back until Cui Luhua lowered her head with a hot complexion.
"Your Excellency, the title of Sword God is quite impressive!"
Murong Fu looked at Zhuo Bufan aside and thought, I am not even embarrassed to call myself the "Sword God", but you, an old boy, dare to put gold on your face.
Zhuo Bufan was obviously disdainful when he heard that he deliberately emphasized his word "Sword God". Thinking that he had practiced swordsmanship for thirty years, and finally achieved great success in swordsmanship. He was confident that he was invincible. This title of "Sword God" was taken by others. No, but he could still afford it.
"I've heard about the reputation of 'Nan Murong' for a long time. When I saw it today, I wanted to ask for advice!"
As soon as he came out of the mountain, he killed several famous masters in Hebei. He only knew that the sword in his hand was unmatched by anyone in the world. Even though Murong Fu was famous, he was not afraid at all.
Murong Fu had no interest in Zhuo Bufan, but he was a little attracted to the sword light he cultivated, otherwise he would not have provoked him without any reason.
"People in the world compete with each other. Most of them just stop at the point, which is boring. It's better to add a little bit of excitement or give it your all!"
"I wonder what kind of bonus Mr. Murong wants to add?"
Zhuo Bufan sneered.
Murong Fu turned around and took out the Yitian Sword from the back of the white horse. As soon as the sword was unsheathed, there was a cold light coming from it. It was extremely sharp. It was truly a first-class sword.
Zhuo Bufan was a master of swordsmanship, so he could naturally see how extraordinary the Yitian Sword was. It was almost an exaggeration to say that it was a divine weapon, and a fire suddenly flashed in his eyes.
"Mr. Murong, do you want to use this sword as a nuisance?"
Zhuo Bufan couldn't hide the excitement in his heart and said a little gaffefully.
"Yes, but what equivalent thing can Mr. Zhuo offer as collateral?"
Murong Fu's words immediately took away most of Zhuo Bufan's excitement.
Yes, the opponent has this sharp and unstoppable sword, what can he use to make it worse?
After some thought, Zhuo Bufan hesitantly took out a secret book from his arms and said: "Mr. Murong, this sword scripture was obtained by me accidentally. After practicing to a high level, the sword tip can emit a sword light. The value may be a little lower than the young master’s sword, but it’s the only good thing I can get out of my body!”
When Murong Fu saw this, after hesitating for a moment, he pretended to be embarrassed: "If this is the case, then I will suffer a loss!"
