The kung fu of the master of this Yan Fu is really weird that Murong Jiu has never seen in his life.

However, Murong Jiu's face was as calm and cold as ever, with a pair of deep eyes like an eagle falcon on the grassland, staring closely at the arrogant Yan Fu master, and his internal strength was already condensed in the palm of his hand.

If this palm is issued, it must be a fight of life and death!

However, Murong Jiu had no choice, he had already seen that the blow of the Yan Fu master must also be infinitely powerful, so he had to meet the enemy with all his strength.

The master of the Yan Fu let out a soft roar, and his palm sent out in the direction of Murong Jiu, and when the red light fluctuated, a powerful palm wind struck towards Murong Jiu!

Murong Jiu flipped his palm and raised his hand to meet it, a deep coldness flashed in his eyes.

Just when the two forces were facing each other, Murong Jiu quickly retreated backwards, and the palm power of the Yan Fu master was pressing forward step by step, and a trace of blood inevitably escaped from the corner of Murong Jiuyin's red lips.

The master duel, the palm competition, the surrounding houses have all collapsed.

Murong Jiu knew very well in his heart that if he hadn't practiced the nine-star ghost spectrum given to him by Huangfu Yunhua, he was afraid that he might not be able to catch the palm of the Yan Fu master today.

When Murong Jiu was forced to retreat to a distance of more than three zhang by the powerful palm of the Yan Fu master, suddenly a force came from behind Murong Jiu, and shook the Yan Fu master's palm back!

"Humph! The rats who hide their heads and tails have appeared today, but what kind of kung fu have you learned, and you dare to be embarrassed in front of this king? ”

The person who came was the king of clouds, the emperor Yunhua.

As soon as Huangfu Yunhua received Su Yan's news, he immediately mobilized the masters of the Regent Palace, and stepped on the wind towards the alley that Su Yan said, and just happened to encounter the scene of Murong Jiu being forced to retreat by the master of Yan Fu, so he naturally came to help.

Who made Murong Jiu already a quick son-in-law of Chenglong that he recognized?

I saw Huangfu Yunhua wearing an ink robe, with long silver-white hair fluttering in the dark night, handsome and unparalleled, peerless elegance, and a kingly aura all over his body, which made people's hearts palpitate.

"Thank you, King Yun." Facing his future father-in-law, Murong Jiu, who has always cherished words like gold and is extremely indifferent, is still very willing to thank him.

"Hmm." Huangfu Yunhua glanced at Murong Jiu lightly, but his expression was as usual.

He naturally didn't blame Murong Jiu for being weaker than the master of Yan Fu, because even if it was him, he was not the opponent of the master of Yan Fu.

However, with more than one enemy, there is still a chance of victory.

Huangfu Yunhua didn't feel ashamed at all, victory and defeat are common things in soldiers, no one is born as a winning general, and this is not Huashan on the sword to choose a hero alone.

Yan Fu Master is such a rat villain, it is not an exaggeration to come to exterminate him with thousands of troops!

"King Yun is so interested, but the county lord of Qinghuan has already set up hatred of spring, could it be that King Yun would rather let his daughter not care, but come to save this ninth prince of Eastern Chu?" The master of Yan Fu sneered, and his tone was enchanting and cold: "King Yun shouldn't be trying to communicate with the enemy, right?" ”

"This king does not cooperate with the enemy, and the emperor has his own judgment, and it is not your turn to dictate." Huangfu Yunhua glanced at the master of Yan Fu, and his tone was full of disdain.

As he spoke, he looked sideways at Murong Jiu, and waved the sleeves of his ink robe freely: "Murong Jiu, you go back to this king and find Huanhuan!" Here, there is a king to deal with! ”

The implication is that Huangfu Yunhua asked Murong Jiu to relieve Ye Qinghuan of hatred, and on the side of the master of Yan Fu, he will try to hold it back.

Murong Jiu pondered for a moment, wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and slowly revealed a rare sincere smile: "King Yun's feelings, Murong Jiu will remember it for the rest of his life!" ”