Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

By the Luohe River, in the garden of ten miles of spring breeze, everything is in chaos.

Cheng Ling grabbed Murong Shujian and flew away, while simultaneously lifting Rou Niang from the ground with the other hand.

The veil on Rou Niang's body fluttered, and the exclamation echoed softly around her mouth.

It is undeniable that this scene turned out to be extremely beautiful. Cheng Lingfeng is godly and handsome, Murong Shujian is as light as smoke, Rouniang is delicate and weak...

The three of them flew back, and the lights, flowers and trees, and the mist of the Luohe River in the night all floated among those fluttering clothes, making people feel in a daze, as if there were flying immortals coming to the world.

But this was just an illusion for a moment. Feng Da, who was seriously injured, seemed to erupt into a terrifying beast when he was on the verge of death. He roared angrily, and rushed towards Murong Shujian with blood all over his body.

Murong Shan who was standing aside finally had a reaction, he also ran towards Murong Shujian, and said with concern, "Yang'er, how are you?"

While speaking, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Murong Shujian.

Murong Shujian was brought by Cheng Ling and landed on a clearing by the river. There were many spectators standing here, but now they all scattered to avoid it. There were mixed screams of men and women, and all kinds of colorful clothes were flying around amidst the shock, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

Feng Da roared angrily: "Murong Mouse is cheap, you dare to stab me, you deserve to die!"

Murong Shujian's eyes were red, and he also roared: "So what if I stab you? You are the one who stabbed! You are an honorable man, and I am also the son of a great general. You can't be punished as a doctor. I stab you today. Let's see how dare you!" Exile me!"

During the conversation between the two, Cheng Ling and Murong Shan were already exchanging tricks.

Murong Shan wanted to take Murong Shujian away, but Cheng Ling pushed Rou Niang and Murong Shujian behind him, made a wrong step, raised his hand, Wing Chun made a move, and Murong Shan was easily blocked.

Even, Cheng Ling only used one hand, and she didn't move the other hand.

She is like a green pine tree standing in the wind and snow, Murong Shan swayed the wind with his hands, and even caused the air to explode with his fingers, but he couldn't break through the blockade of Cheng Ling's hand.

Murong Shan said in a deep voice: "Who are you? Where did you come from? Why did you arrest my brother? Do you know what crime it is to kidnap the son of a great general!"

Good guy, put your hat on when you open your mouth.

Cheng Ling was not in vain, he just said: "Shujian and I were good friends, why do we talk about being kidnapped? He is not feeling well, can't you see it as an elder brother?"

Without waiting for Murong Shan to answer, Cheng Ling said again: "Feng Shizi is injured, Eldest Young Master, why don't you hurry up and take him to seek medical treatment? What do you want to do for such a delay?"

After the words fell, Cheng Ling suddenly changed his tactics.

She originally used Wing Chun, the strength of Wing Chun lies in the fact that every inch is short and every inch is dangerous. Within a square inch, there is great power, which can burst out in a short distance, and it is even more supernatural after being blessed with internal strength.

Murong Shan's martial arts also tends to be hard-line. He has excellent aptitude since he was a child, and his muscles and bones are superior. He has learned hard skills from the outside to the inside. Among the noble children of the same age, they are known for their martial arts prowess.

But this time, when he fought against Cheng Ling head-to-head, he was completely defeated.

What Murong Shan didn't expect was that when he thought that Cheng Ling was also a master of the Hard Bridge and Hard Horse School, Cheng Ling suddenly changed his tactics.

With this change of move, Cheng Ling waved his palm, and Murong Shan suddenly felt a cloud of mist appear in front of him.

In the mist, Cheng Ling's fingers danced around, like a ray of light flowing through the mist, traveling through the psychedelic world, and touching Murong Shan's body.

Murong Shan was instantly struck by thunder, his whole body went numb for a moment.

This is the unique skill that Cheng Ling obtained from the old man Kongshan, the ever-changing fantasy star picker!

All the descriptions are long stories, but in fact, they just happened in an instant.

At this moment, Murong Shan was fixed by acupuncture points, while Feng Da rushed behind Murong Shan with anger.

Cheng Ling took a step forward, stepped slightly wrong, passed Murong Shan sideways, and raised his hand to stop Feng Da.

She moved her fingers and palms lightly, like a mist brushing past, instantly fixed Feng Da's acupuncture points.

Feng Da was seriously injured in the first place, but he was holding on with his bad breath and strong physical fitness. After Cheng Ling tapped his acupuncture points, he just stood there, glaring at Cheng Ling with round eyes.

In fact, Cheng Ling was saving him by immobilizing him, otherwise he would have died if he ran around for a while with a dagger stuck in his body.

On the other side, Liu Xulin, Weng Xian and others were dumbfounded.

Weng Xian let out a long breath and said for Yu Ji: "This...Brother Cheng, he..."

He couldn't come up with complete words.

Cheng Yuzhi, this colleague is really unexpected.

But today's matter did not end well.

Weng Xian's mind was in a mess. Thinking about it in another place, he felt that if he was Cheng Ling, at this point, he really didn't know how to deal with the funeral.

But after Cheng Ling stopped Feng Da, he suddenly raised his voice, "Where is he? Are the Feng family here?"

With this shout, there was a slight silence around. After a while, she really called someone out.

I saw two people rushing over from the east side of the garden. One was dressed as a servant in gray clothes and a small hat, and the other had arrow sleeves around his arms and a plain knife on his waist. He looked like a guard.

The two were far away because Feng Da and his group never liked the guards getting too close when they were playing in the Spring Breeze, so they were sent aside. As a result, when something happened, they rescued less than.

Of course, even if they were close, they might not be able to save Feng Da when Murong Shujian launched a sneak attack.

Right now the two rushed over upon hearing the commotion, the young servant's eyes widened with anger, and he shouted from a distance: "Who are you? How dare you leave your name? If you hurt our eldest son today, the uncle's residence will definitely report!"

Cheng Ling laughed and said, "You don't need to label me! If you have the skills, why don't you take your elder son to seek medical treatment quickly! If he's not good, how can you two get better?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for any other reaction from the crowd, Cheng Ling stepped back, grabbed Murong Shujian again, and hugged Rou Niang with the other hand.

One in the left hand and one in the right. Cheng Ling tapped his toes lightly, as if flying up with two clusters of willow leaves. The lights and flowers and trees all disappeared under their feet, but for a moment, the hustle and bustle of the garden became the background.

Whether it's Feng Da who is still angry, Murong Shan who is full of gloomy and unbelievable face, or the colleagues in the secretariat who are still in shock...

Everything is gone.

There are very few things in this world that can't be solved by top-level force. If it can't be solved, it must be because the force is not top-level.

Some right and wrong grievances are unclear, so let's not argue for now. Entangling what? Wouldn't it be nice to leave?

The world's top lightness kung fu, carrying a heavy weight like fluff, lightening the body like the wind, is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

In the garden, the brothel thug asked the old bustard: "Rou Niang has been taken away, shouldn't we chase after her?"

The old bustard patted his chest to cheer him up, rolled his eyes, and said, "What are you chasing after? Can you catch up? Oh, it's a terrible day... Hurry up, go and call Dr. Sun, we have to go to Feng's house first." My son, take a look!"