Martial Arts, Marry Wang Yuyan at the Beginning

North of Suzhou City.

Song Yongsi and other government officials have been waiting here for a long time.

Seeing Murong Fu coming back, they all showed joy.

"Young Master Murong, you are here."

"Yes, yes, we can rest assured when you come."

"…"

Murong Fu glanced at everyone present, and said neatly, "It's time to burn."

"This…"

Song Yongsi glanced at the squire present, and said fearfully, "There are also a few people from aristocratic families who think this matter is inappropriate."

"Oh? Who is it? Call me to see." Murong Fu said lightly.

The faces of the squires suddenly became extremely ugly.

A big fat man with a big heart and a fat golden silk brocade clothes took the initiative to stand up and said, "Murongfu others are afraid of you, but I, He Lindong, are not afraid of you!"

Murong Fu glanced at him, then glanced coldly at the cremation pit not far away and said, "Kick him down."

"What?"

So that people have not waited for a reaction.

Bao Different has already kicked his foot sideways. Fatty He, who is 200 pounds, has not been able to react, and has already been kicked into the cremation pit.

The moment He Lindong landed in the corpse cremation pit, his hands were covered with foul-smelling mucus.

While trying to climb up. While shouting: "Killed! Killed!"

When the other squires saw this, they came out and criticized them one after another.

"Murong Fu, don't rely on your martial arts skills to run wild here."

"That's right, Gusu City is the territory of our Song Kingdom, and it's about the laws of our Song Kingdom. What's your sin for you being so careless about people's lives?"

"I order He Lindong to be picked up immediately, otherwise I will write to the court and sue you for killing innocent people."

"..."

The squire went on and on and on.

Murong Fu rubbed his ears and said with a cold smile, "Whoever is talking nonsense, throw it all away!"

"What?"

The four families will bring the family members of each government, and they will start without a second word.

In their hearts, Murong Fu's words were the imperial edict, and everything else was garbage.

None of the squires who spoke earlier dared to speak.

Until an old man in his sixties, clutching his chest and trembling, he said, "I... I am the guide of Qin Hui, the prime minister of the dynasty, you dare to kill me?"

Murong Fu said disdainfully, "Even if Qin Hui and his father are here today, if he dares to stop me, he will not miss it."

Deng Baichuan, Bao Qi and others were very pleased when they saw Murong Fu being so domineering.

The package was different, and he walked directly towards the old man.

Seeing this, Song Yongsi couldn't stand still, and persuaded: "Mr. Murong, these people can't die, their backgrounds are not small!"

"Who said I was going to kill them, I just let them play with the corpses."

"It's just, in case one accidentally gets infected, then blame me for being ruthless." Murong Fu's voice was icy cold, causing everyone present to tremble.

The old man, who claimed to be Qin Hui's guide, instantly slumped on the ground.

He couldn't stop saying, "You are so vicious!"

Song Yongsi saw that the old man was cowardly, and his heart was quiet.

It's just that he didn't expect that there was a wind blowing in front of him.

The old man flew out instantly.

A voice came from my ear: "Go away, old man, you dare to scold my son-in-law!"

Accident!

Absolutely unexpected!

Murong Fu was also stunned on the spot, because the person who shot the old man was Feng Ping.

Song Yongsi cried and shouted: "Mr. Murong Fu, he is really the leader of Qin Xiang."

"Haha, then you should prepare the funeral for him." Murong Fu patted Song Yongsi on the shoulder and said sharply, "Pour fuel!"

Deng Baichuan, Bao Different and others gave a hint to their subordinates and others.

The servants immediately carried buckets of kerosene and poured them into the dismemberment pit.

The former squires who wanted to stop them.

Each one dared to be angry and did not dare to speak out, for fear of saying one more word and being thrown away.

at this time.

An officer and soldier on the periphery shouted: "A lot of infected people rushed over."

Murong Fu smiled indifferently: "I know you can't bear these infected corpses."

"Jie Jie, Murong Fu, you are incredible, you know that the corpse is useful to me!" A man in a black robe walked out from the crowd.

Behind him was a dull-eyed swordsman in blue clothes.

"Who are you? Why did you do such a depraved thing in Gusu City?" Murong Fu asked in a deep voice.

"Jie Jie, you'd better not know who I am. Not only is it bad for you, but it may be a serious blow to the entire Murong Clan." The man in black robe smiled coldly.

Murong Fu's expression did not change, in fact, he already had the answer in his heart.

"If that's the case, then I'll bury you and this group of living dead in this cremation pit."

"Murong Fu, I know your martial arts are very high, but do you think I will be unprepared?" The man in black robe sneered and took out a bell from his arms.

After shaking it a few times, the swordsman in blue beside him.

He rushed towards Murong Fu suddenly, and without hesitation, cut off Murong Fu's face.

"It's just right." Murong Fu turned to one side and pointed at the swordsman.

"Bang!"

The swordsman immediately stepped back five steps and struck again!

Murong Fu frowned, not expecting that this swordsman's body was as hard as iron.

Although it is just a random blow, it is not something that ordinary masters can resist.

What surprised him even more was that the swordsman's swordsmanship was very strange.

Hidden yin and yang, fast and slow, extremely subtle.

"Strange, this knife technique, why do I feel familiar?"

Murong Fu fought and retreated, constantly recalling where he had seen this sword technique?

"It was him!"

Just when he figured out the origin of the sword technique, the sword in the hands of the swordsman in Tsing Yi turned into countless sword lights and chopped down.

"Jie Jie, no one can survive his gull sweeping waves!"

"Really?" Murong Fu suddenly punched, and happened to hit the blade without bias.

"Bang!"

The swordsman in Tsing Yi was instantly blown away by a zhang.

Although he was already a dead person, he froze for a few breaths without knowing the pain.

"Impossible! How can you be so strong?" The man in black robe asked inexplicably.

"You kind of trash can't understand my power." Murong Fu was not polite, he made a full effort, and the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong cooperated with the three divine arts.

Let his destructive power reach a qualitative change.

One punch has the power of a child.

"Bang!"

Another punch slammed into the Tsing Yi Swordsman's chest, instantly smashing his chest and denting a large piece.

"This…"

The man in black robe was dumbfounded, not daring to speak out and provoke like before.

Murong Fu glanced at him lightly and continued to walk towards the Qingpao Swordsman.

"It seems that you spent a lot of time on him?"

"You... what do you want to do?" the man in black robe asked nervously.

"Hehe, nothing, I just want to smash it, let you know that the gap between you and me is irreversible!" Murong Fu raised his hand and was about to smash it down.

Suddenly, a female voice came from behind.

"Young Master Murong, be merciful!"