"Who are you?"
Ye Chuan looked at Mr. Zhui Feng walking towards him with a cold face. Zhu Sijia and Fatty standing next to him had tense expressions.
A master at the fifth level of the Real Realm. Even if the great elder Zhu Guohong is here, he may not be the opponent of this purple-robed young man!
"who I am?"
Young Master Zhuifeng, who was wearing a luxurious purple silk robe, smiled coldly, continued to walk towards Ye Chuan, and continued slowly: "Murong Zhuifeng, you can call me Murong, or you can call me Young Master Zhuifeng."
The experts from all walks of life who were watching with cold eyes suddenly became commotion.
In the Great Qin Dynasty, there were many powerful families, some with many masters, some with wealth that rivaled the country, but the most powerful ones were the three wealthy families in the capital. One is the Mu family, who is good at business and has business in every corner of the Skyfire Continent; the other is the Long family, which started out by refining weapons and occupies 90% of the market for weapons and equipment in the Qin Dynasty; the other is rich in masters, with every generation having masters. The Murong family.
After years of development, the three major aristocratic families have become so deep that they are not only superior to many princes, but even beyond the reach of many cultivating sects. Among the three major aristocratic families, the Murong family is the most powerful. The old head of the Murong family has cultivated to the peak of the real person realm hundreds of years ago. Over the past hundred years, he has been practicing in seclusion and not caring about worldly affairs. According to legend, he has cultivated to the semi-saint realm. Hit the next bottleneck. Once they break through to the saint realm, the Murong family will surpass all other families and become the most wealthy family in the world. Murong Zhuifeng is the leader of the younger generation of the Murong family, also known as Mr. Murong.
"It turns out to be the Murong family in the capital. No wonder the scene is so grand. The twelve real-life bodyguards are all stunning women!"
"This is Murong Zhui Feng, one of the three young masters in the capital. He is better known than meeting him. He is indeed a dragon and a phoenix among people. It is said that his sword skills have become so perfect that the old family leader even passed on the family's most precious treasure, the Heavenly Sword, to him. He is known as the future sword. The Sword Saint!"
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People talked a lot and stood aside.
The poisonous mist on the sarcophagus is very dangerous, and it just needs someone to step forward to test and resolve it. The masters who are eager to seize the treasure do not mind that Murong Zhuifeng forces Ye Chuan to the altar and lets the latter test the reality. Tuoba Xiaoniao was worried and wanted to beg his father, Tuoba Xiong, to help Ye Chuan again, but before he could speak, Tuoba Xiong ordered him to be tied up.
Murong Zhuifeng held his head high and his head raised proudly, looking more and more like a tree in the wind, with a faint sneer on his face. People's exclamations and comments sounded like it was very useful.
Liu Hong was also smiling, smiling sinisterly, but on the surface she was pretending to be coquettish and following Murong Zhuifeng.
"It sounds like it's very powerful, but unfortunately, I've never heard of it." Ye Chuan said with an honest and sincere look, "It's called Zhuifeng. Is it really faster than the wind?"
In the main hall, it suddenly became quiet.
The Murong family, the head of the three major aristocratic families in the capital, was very popular in the Qin Dynasty. Needless to say, its influence in the secular world was something that even the cultivating sects did not dare to underestimate. Ye Chuan, a great disciple of the Yunwu Sect, actually said that he had never heard of this...
Murong Zhuifeng's fair face sank, a little helpless.
Just a moment ago, he looked like he was enjoying himself, enjoying the exclamation and awe of the masters from all walks of life. In the blink of an eye, Ye Chuan said "I haven't heard that before" and was photographed. His face was burning as if he stretched his neck and was slapped by Ye Chuan.
"Is it really faster than the wind? You'll know if you try it. Boy, if I can't slap you within three moves, my surname is no longer Murong!"
Murong Zhuifeng became angry. Before he finished speaking, he flew towards Ye Chuan and slapped Ye Chuan on the face.
Just now, he just stood up for Liu Hong and punished Ye Chuan. Now, in a rage, he took action personally, not for Liu Hong, but for himself and the Murong family. All those who despise and insult the Murong family must die!
call! Before Murong Zhui Feng got close, the strong wind from his palm made it difficult to open his eyes, and the shirt on his body made a loud noise.
The expressions of the onlookers suddenly changed and they all backed away.
Murong Zhuifeng's palm was executed very quickly and its power was even more astonishing. Even a real-person master might not be able to withstand it. Only Ye Chuan, a mere fifth-level monk, could not dodge it. With this slap, not to mention his face, even a boulder would break.
This is not a slap in the face to teach Ye Chuan a lesson, it is clearly meant to take Ye Chuan's life and kill him if he disagrees!
People were shocked. After all, Ye Chuan was the top disciple of the Yunwu Sect. To kill him in public was to show that he did not take the Yunwu Sect seriously at all. Tuoba Xiong and Feng Ren did not dare to do this, but Murong Zhuifeng did not. No scruples at all. The Murong family is indeed the Murong family, so domineering!
Tuoba Xiaoniao became anxious, but not only was he tied tightly, but his mouth was also gagged. He could only watch as Murong Zhui Feng took action.
Murong Zhuifeng claimed to be chasing Mr. Feng. He was not only suave and pretentious, but his speed was also extraordinary. While the voice was still echoing in the hall, he had already rushed in front of Ye Chuan. He was close at hand and slapped him hard.
People screamed, Tuoba bird whined in his throat, and tears flowed down.
The strong palm wind came so fast and fiercely that Zhu Sijia and Fatty, who were standing next to Ye Chuan, had no time to react and couldn't even open their eyes. Murong Zhuifeng rushed up suddenly, fearing that Ye Chuan would not be able to escape, and the two of them would also be implicated!
Ye Chuan suddenly moved, reaching out to push Zhu Sijia and Fatty away from each other. The lower body didn't move much, as if his feet were nailed to the ground, but the upper body swayed from side to side. The shaking was not large, but the speed was getting faster and faster. Finally, from a distance, it seemed that the upper body was not moving, but the face was a little blurry, and there were afterimages around him. Murong Zhui Feng slapped him, but he only hit a shadow and missed.
"Eh..., when did this kid learn the Wind Escape of our Five Escape Sect? Did that bitch Liu Hong secretly pass it on to him?"
The wind ninja who was watching coldly screamed, then frowned and felt something was wrong.
The technique performed by Ye Chuan looks very similar to the Wind Escape of the Five Escape Sect, but if you look closely, you can see that there are many differences in the details. It is far superior to the Wind Escape of the Five Escape Sect and is a more advanced escape technique.
The Feng Ninja, who had always been famous for his Wind Release and Wind Knife, gradually brightened his eyes. Suddenly discovering a similar but more powerful wind escape technique was as attractive to him as the treasure in the sarcophagus, and even more meaningful. He can be sure that if Ye Chuan's skill is captured, with his realm and cultivation level, it will be even more powerful and he will become the well-deserved King of Wind Escape!
"Second slap, kid, don't hide if you can!"
Murong Zhuifeng shouted sharply, and struck out with another fierce palm, this time at a faster speed, causing a harsh sonic boom during the action. This speed was no less than the wind escape technique, pressing towards Ye Chuan like a hurricane.