At noon, there were crowds of people on both sides of Yanziwu.

On a shore, Chen Liang held a dead branch in his mouth and cursed, "Damn, I clearly set up Pang Ban, how could Fang Yeyu jump out? He is also the descendant of the Magic Master Palace. I have never heard of it."

Fang Yeyu's appearance made him feel that he had lost control of this world again.

Today, Fang Yeyu, a innate master who did not exist, will he come to the grandmaster Chen Yeyu tomorrow?

When he heard the news that Fang Yeyu had stepped into the Central Plains, he rushed to Yanziwu to find out the situation, wanting to see what happened to the heir of the Magician Palace.

"Young Master, is Murong Fu afraid to respond?"

At the pier, Fang Yeyu stood with a halberd, talking to the men brought by the Magician Palace behind him.

"The rumors in the martial arts world, Nan Murong and Bei Qiaofeng, if they are not a coincidence, Murong Fu can't afford to be the name. You underestimate the masters of the Central Plains too much."

"And we are not fighting a life-and-death battle. Murong Fu has no need to avoid the station. Wait a minute, he should come."

Four or five thousand people from the world waited from morning to afternoon, and some came in the middle of the night in order to occupy a seat, and they were still unable to see Murong Fu.

There was a lot of curses in the crowd.

"Murong Fu, this turtle with a head-hungry, said nothing if he didn't dare to fight. He didn't look like a man."

"I was blocked at my doorstep and didn't dare to come out. Murong Fu threw away all the faces of our Central Plains martial arts world."

"This place is not far from the Murong family. If you really can't beat it or don't want to fight it, just send a maid to say something. How much does it mean to be unable to hide?"

"It has been rumored that Murong Fu is a villain. I have seen it today. Although my younger brother is insignificant, if he is challenged by aliens, he will die on the ring."

"Fang Yeyu came from the previous dynasty's magician palace, representing the face of Dayuan. It is not an exaggeration to say that this is a national war. If Murong Fu cannot hide, he will be infamous for thousands of years in the future."

Just as everyone was whispering, a man with loose hair in the crowd used his internal strength to shout at Fang Yeyu:

"In the Beggar Gang Qiao Feng, do you dare to fight?"

Qiao Feng's voice was like a yellow bell, and his internal force made the people around him numb and his head was dizzy.

Fang Yeyu turned around, his eyes flashed with a flash of light, and he exclaimed, "What a strong internal force, it is worthy of Bei Qiaofeng, but it is not the time yet, so wait first, if you can't get back to the incense stick of Murong, I will fight you again."

His hair was like a crazy lion flying, Qiao Feng strode forward, and the people around him gave in and shouted in excitement about the mighty words of Qiao Daxia.

I couldn't wait to see Qiao Fang's battle, but the merciful man held an incense burner and put it on the pier.

Time passed by minute by minute, and most of the incense burned was not Murong Fu's figure. Just when Fang Yeyu thought he wouldn't come, a small boat drove from afar on the lake.

"Murrong Fu is here!"

I don’t know who shouted, and everyone gathered their eyes to look at the bow of the boat. A handsome man holding a sword in his thirties stood.

The boat was floating in the air without anyone ferrying.

"I'm convinced by this." Chen Liangqi smiled after biting off countless branches.

This place is not far from the Murong family, and someone has been informing me a long time ago. Murong Fu is here to die and die. Now, what is it not to show off?

It would be fine if you win, but if you lose, you will be embarrassed.

The clay man was still angry. After waiting for a few hours, Fang Yeyu was full of anger. Seeing that Murong Fu was still using his internal force to control the boat to pretend to swim slowly, the corner of his mouth raised.

Fang Yeyu, who was holding a halberd in one hand, rushed forward, took a step of more than ten meters, and took a little water surface under his feet, and stepped out again for another ten meters.

After three steps, he was not far from Murong Fu.

The man jumped in the air, and Fang Yeyu Canglong Sphur slashed towards Murong Fu, and a powerful energy several feet long fell.

Innate masters can release internal strength, and the length of the external strength determines the strength of the internal strength. Generally, in the early stage of the innate can only release three feet outside, one zhang in the middle stage, and five zhang in the late stage.

Fang Yeyu's qi is obviously more than five feet long, not far from the Grandmaster.

"I'll let you pretend!!"

The halberd swung out the Qi and fell down. Murong Fu drew his sword and slashed out a sword energy. He collided with each other. The first one was the small boat under his feet.

"Boom!!"

The lake surface exploded with huge waves, and Murong Fu was knocked into the water and flew out in less than a breath.

Fang Yeyu fell on a cracked wooden board and laughed, "Murong Fu, how powerful is my halberd?"

He also stepped on the wooden board under his feet. Murong Fu used his internal force to evaporate the water droplets on his body, his face turned black and his sword light in his hand was indeterminate.

"I'll attack without waiting for the words. I'm worthy of the Demonic Palace. Today I've learned about it."

"Just one halberd just now, you asked me to wait for a few hours in vain. The real battle has not begun yet, please see what you want."

The two fought in the lake, and they went back and forth, and in a blink of an eye, dozens of moves had passed. Fang Yeyu's halberd was as heavy as a pound, and each attack was extremely domineering, causing huge waves.

It is hard to imagine that this can be produced by a scholar who looks extremely weak.

Murong Fu is not only quick in swords but also in light skills. He walks on the water like a flat ground, and sword shadows are like ghosts, killing Fang Yeyu from all directions.

In his hands, the martial arts of various martial arts schools were presented one by one, one-character lightning sword technique, Lingxu finger, Baguazhang, Fantasy wind legs, and Wushuang fist...

The Murong family has been passed down for hundreds of years and has a profound foundation. As far as Murong Fu's generation has accumulated countless martial arts, he has learned all of them.

"It's a pity that Bor is not good at it, so he's useless." Shen Liang watched the battle and began to comment on Murong Fu.

A person can learn hundreds of martial arts, and his talent is also super strong, but he has a warmth.

Every martial arts is as invincible as the world when practiced to the extreme. Qiao Feng can beat most of the innate power without fighting back with one hand.

Murong Fu thought that the more martial arts you practice, the more powerful it was, and that was a misstep.

"Eat another halberd of my halberd, and you will be able to drive the mountain to the world!"

On the lake surface, Fang Yeyu slashed down with another halberd. Murong Fu was cut to the bottom of the lake. The huge waves rose dozens of meters high, and the ones close to the shore were poured into a rooster.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths, no one appeared on the lake for a long time.

The crowd of people who were eating melons exploded.

"I won't die, are you?"

"That's it? I feel like I can fight Fang Yeyu for dozens of rounds."

"Made, I've come all the way to see you. Who dares to talk about Nan Murong Bei Qiao Feng next time? I'll be the first to hammer him."

"To be honest, the old man Quanzhen and Fang Yeyu had to lose after fighting for hundreds of rounds. Murong Fu was too inferior and pretended to be one by one. Now he was smashed into the water with one halberd and one halberd. I don't know if his face hurts."

"Wow!!"

Under Fang Yeyu's feet, a figure suddenly emerged, and the long sword was brushed out from his nose. It flashed slowly, and the sword could pass through his chin and stab out from his forehead.

Even without looking, Fang Yeyu used all his strength, poked the long halberd upwards, and spit out several feet of energy.

The onlookers' chrysanthemums tightened and their hearts were chilling.

Murong Fu quickly turned around, put away his long sword, and slapped out his halberd with one palm.

"You can keep going for me too!!"

The Murong family's unique skills were launched, and Fang Yeyu's attack was all rebounded.

"Boom!!"

Fang Yeyu sank down, and huge waves rolled up around him. The water around him was pushed away by invisible force. With him as the center, there was no drop of water within ten meters and directly stepped on the mud and sand at the bottom of the lake.

"Awesome!!"
Chapter completed!