From Low Martial Arts to Great Antiquity, I Created Mythical Fairy Martial Arts

Gu Heng remembered the scene where he was pretending to be a ghost in Shaolin Shooting World, and he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

For several days, Gu Heng and his daughters wandered around the nearby cities, comprehending the customs of the ancient times.

On the way, Azhu and Azi also went to Xiaojing Lake.

What happened during the period, the two sisters did not say, and Gu Heng did not ask.

Azhu was a little sad, but Azi was still heartless and made trouble all day.

beggars.

When Ma Dayuan received the letter from Qiao Feng and Xuanci, he couldn't help being stunned.

"Qiao Feng's identity has been revealed?"

"Shaolin is also preparing to announce martial arts?"

"Everything was Murong Bo's conspiracy back then, and then Murong Bo was beaten to death?"

Last night, Kang Min approached him to discuss revealing Qiao Feng's identity, and then took the position himself.

Unexpectedly, he received a letter from Shaolin a day later, which made him doubt Kang Min.

Isn't this fake?

But the handwriting on it is indeed two people's, Ma Dayuan screened for a while, but found nothing wrong.

"Dayuan, but what happened?" Kang Min brought tea into the room, thinking about the follow-up plan in his heart.

Quan Guanqing and Bai Shijing, who is better to use first?

Then, seeing Ma Dayuan's serious expression, he couldn't help but lean forward.

Just a glance, her expression changed greatly.

"This..." Kang Min was stunned.

Ma Dayuan sighed: "You are a woman, what are you doing when you have nothing to do with me? Qiao Feng's identity has been revealed. I will call the brothers in the gang and announce the matter."

Kang Min looked stunned.

The perfect plan in his heart, is this stillborn before it is implemented?

When he came back to his senses, Ma Dayuan had disappeared.

The day.

The beggar gang told the martial arts about Qiao Feng through their own news, and established Ma Dayuan as the gang leader.

However, Ma Dayuan was far inferior to Qiao Feng in terms of prestige and martial arts.

If someone pierces the illusion again, the beggar gang will turn into a paper tiger in an instant, and anyone can step on it.

Swallow dock.

"Donor Murong, this is the ashes of the donor Murong Bo. The little monk has already delivered it, so he is about to leave." Xu Chen folded his hands and saluted, and turned to leave.

"No, no, no." Bao different voices sounded, and he walked over shaking his head, "Everyone knows that the master passed away a long time ago, but your Shaolin has sent people his ashes. What's the reason?"

The storm nodded: "Yes, even if Shaolin is a famous faction, he can't bully people like this."

Everyone stared at him, making Xu Chen feel hairy.

Xu Chen wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "That's because Murong Bo's old benefactor escaped with fake death. Thirty years ago..."

As he said, Murong Fu couldn't help but believe it.

Even Bao different four generals gradually became suspicious: "This really has the style of the master's plan, could it be that this is really the ashes of the master?"

By the time Xu Chen finished speaking, Murong Fu's face was extremely ugly.

"Bao San, see off." With a wave of his sleeves, he turned and left with the urn in his hand.

After a while, the group came to Murong Bo's grave.

Murong Fu: "Dig it and take a look!"

Bao Wei came back after delivering the guests, and was startled: "Master, do you really want to dig? If Shaolin slanders, wouldn't it disturb the master's Yin Spirit?"

"If you don't know the truth, what to do with the ashes in this hand?" Murong Fu asked.

The package was different for a moment, and suddenly felt that his head was big.

After a while, he said, "Since that's the case, let me do it. My lord, forgive me."

After finding the tools, the four people will go into battle together, but the grave will be dug up in a moment.

There was a sarcophagus in the tomb, Murong Fu stepped forward, and with a little luck, the coffin lid opened with a sound.

When everyone looked at the sarcophagus, apart from the rotten clothes and dark jewelry, there was no such thing as a skeleton.

"Is this really Dad's ashes?" Murong Fu's arms trembled and his heart went cold, "Is he really dead this time?".

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"Murong Fu, give me back my life."

At this moment, a violent shout came, and then the sound of breaking the air sounded, and the nine hidden weapons arrived in the blink of an eye.

It is the unique skill of the Qingcheng School: the nine dozen green characters.

Hidden weapons are distributed in the void, each with different angles and speeds, making it elusive and extremely difficult to defend.

This move is a lore, and it makes people's discoloration change. I don't know how many heroes fell under this move.

Of course, to Murong Fu, this move was just a joke.

The stars shifted, and the person who kept and cast this hidden weapon died quickly.

But that was normal, and now Murong Fu's mind was trembling, and he had no intention of guarding against the hidden weapon, so he directly brought the hidden weapon within three feet.

And the four generals are not in much better condition than Murong Fu.

Murong Fu was shocked by the truth, and they were even more shocked.

They didn't react until the loud shouting sounded.

"Thief, dare you!"

Pulling out his weapon and wanting to help, he saw Murong Fu's body turning, and he had already escaped the coverage of the hidden weapon.

Puff puff

A few soft sounds rang out, and a man in Tsing Yi had nine more blood flowers on his body, and fell to the ground, unable to rest his eyes.

"what……"

"Sir, spill it!"

"The ashes are spilled!"

Murong Fu's movements were incomparably unrestrained, and his counterattack was fierce.

But he forgot one thing, he still has a box of ashes in his hand!

With a little more strength in his hand, the lid of the ashes flew out directly, and even the ashes were raised in the air, like lime scattered.

The four of them will be stunned, their mouths wide open, as if they can stuff a goose egg.

And a group of people running from a distance was also stunned.

After a few seconds, the place burst into laughter.

"Murong Fu, you will be rewarded for doing evil, but I didn't expect you to sprinkle Murong Bo's ashes, haha, good!"

"Happy, the old thief Murong Bo finally got his retribution."

"Looking for death." Murong Fu saw that only half of the ashes were left, and his face was ugly. Hearing the enemy's ridicule, he couldn't bear it anymore. He handed the urn to Bao different, pulled his sword out of its sheath, and killed the person who came. go.

"Kill, avenge my father!"

"Avenge the gang master."

When Shaolin reported the matter to the martial arts, Murong Bo's evil deeds were naturally publicized.

For a time, the Murong family became a presence that everyone shouted and beat.

Even some vendettas for which the murderer could not be found were directly detained at the Murong family.

There are only hundreds of people who seek revenge in this wave, and only God knows how many people from the rivers and lakes come one after another.

The cold light flickered, and the sword energy was like a rainbow, but after a while, dozens of people lay on the spot.

Murong Fu's eyes were already red, and he didn't show mercy. The wounds of everyone lying on the ground were fatal, and he was already breathing out more than he was breathing in.

This time, hundreds of people who were looking for revenge on the opposite side were shocked, and they stepped back, not daring to attack for a while.

Murong Fu's expression was icy cold, and he didn't pursue him. He secretly complained, "Even if you can kill these hundreds of people one by one, in the end, more than half of your true energy will be lost. If there are some more powerful masters in the future, how can you resist?"

With this thought together, Murong Fu's heart skipped a beat.

Looking at a few masters in the crowd, knowing that they are the ones in charge, they attacked and killed them first.

Immediately, the group of people fled.

"Where to run." Bao Different was about to pursue, but heard Murong Fu shout, "No need to chase, let's go!"

Seeing the condition of this group of people, why didn't he know that Shaolin had been overcast?

Back then, my father was plotting against Shaolin, and Shaolin returned it directly.

And you don't have to do it yourself.

"Pick up the ashes and leave." Deng Baichuan was very calm and wanted to pick up the ashes on the ground.

But the ashes are scattered all over the ground, but where can they be held up?

Murong Fu sighed: "Forget it, let's go, it's not advisable to stay here for long."

The group returned to Shenhezhuang, packed up the family martial arts and valuables, and hurried away by boat.

Taihu Lake has a developed water system, and as long as they enter the lake, they will be safe.

Moments after Murong Fu left, several building boats cut through the water and approached.

"Search for the remnants of Dayan, and the idle people go away!"

Above the building ship, the iron armor is dense, and the crossbow is ready to go.