Chapter 4: The King of Zhennan begs for a coffin

Seeing Mo Long's hand, Amu couldn't help but secretly praise, the deputy commander of the Black Eagle Battalion of the Northern Forbidden Army was really unusual.

This palm is like Mount Tai pressing the top, calm and dignified, full of power, quite everyone's style.

But Amu is not an ordinary character, and Amu's kung fu does not talk about the momentum of the rules, but only about the killing machine.

No matter what moves or means, it is important to be able to put the other party to death. Therefore, Amu's moves are often surprisingly successful, and his moves are ruthless, and one move must be hit.

As soon as his body moved, Amu moved sideways, his left hand still clawed, and went straight to Mo Long's throat.

When Mo Long saw it, he snorted coldly, he was not the soldier of Fang Cai, and he had already prepared.

I saw him turn sideways to collect the move, and one hand also formed the shape of an eagle's claw, and went straight to Amu's wrist.

Claw to claw, it's also wonderful. If he is caught this time, Amu will definitely be defeated.

But how could Amu let him grasp it, and changed it with one hand, turning it into a grappling technique, and buckled Mo Long's wrist. At the same time, he stood with his right hand and slashed directly at Molong's neck.

"Huh?" Mo Long didn't expect Amu to change his moves so quickly, and his tricks were weird and fatal.

Mo Long dodged again, and the two of them were like electricity, and in the blink of an eye, there were ten rounds.

The ink dragon moves are calm and atmospheric, and they stand like a mountain. Amu's tricks are weird and tricky, ruthless and ruthless.

After ten rounds, both of them had plans for a quick victory.

Mo Long felt that he was a dignified Black Eagle Battalion commander and a teenager who had been fighting for too long and lost his identity, while Amu was irritable and thought that he didn't need to waste any more time.

At this time, Mo Long stepped forward and let out a loud shout. The punch that attacked Amu was cold, rolling the air current, and it had the momentum of a dragon and a tiger.

"Dragon Tiger Fist!" exclaimed from the soldiers behind them, they didn't expect the Lord Commander to use a stunt that was easy to use.

The dragon and tiger fist opens the mountain and cracks the rocks, and the wind hurts the enemy, which is a fierce and invincible boxing method.

"Good boxing technique!" Amu couldn't help but praise loudly.

However, praise and praise, Amu's subordinates did not stagnate, only to see him quickly turn sideways and dodge Mo Long's fist. Then one hand formed a claw again, still grabbing Mo Long's throat.

With a sneer on his face, Mo Long turned around sharply, dodging the fatal blow, and then hit Amu Qianxin again with his fist between Gangfeng.

In this way, although Amu can grab Molong's shoulder, he must also be seriously injured by Molong, so he can only turn around to save himself.

However, the corners of Amu's mouth also sneered, and he didn't dodge or dodge, and the hand that grabbed Mo Long did not retract, but turned sideways suddenly, and hit Mo Long's fist with half of his back.

Such a strange way of playing made Mo Long startled, didn't he hit the dragon and tiger fist by himself? If you fight a serious injury, you can't break your arm, this kid is ruthless enough.

But at this time, Mo Long could no longer accept the move, so he could only grit his teeth and bring the dragon and tiger fist to the extreme, and there was a faint sound of dragon chanting and tiger roaring in the fist wind.

Dragon and Tiger Fist is a unique boxing, a punch has the power to break the gold and open the stone, and the punch of the ink dragon can also be broken by the stone. Amu's flesh and blood body, immortality is also a serious injury from broken bones and tendons.

"Bang-" The dragon and tiger fist hit Amu's back, rolling up the wind, Molong and Amu's long hair flew, and several pieces of broken wood not far away were shaken away.

I thought that Amu would fly out like a kite with a broken line when he was hit by the Dragon and Tiger Fist, but he didn't expect Amu to move at all.

However, Amu also grinned in pain, but it was not because of the power of the Dragon and Tiger Fist, but because it touched the wound that Wang Jue beat him.

"Huh?" Mo Long's face changed suddenly.

But it was too late, and in the flash of light, Amu's claws had arrived.

"Click!" Amu's hand grabbed Mo Long's arm like a steel hook.

"Ahh Amu screamed force, and his left arm had been broken by Amu Shengsheng.

"Get out!" Amu shouted, shook his hand, and threw Mo Long out of the Wang family.

"Wow-" At this moment, the noise was everywhere, far better than the sound of Fang Cai Amu when he killed the soldiers of the Northern Kingdom.

"The commander of the forbidden army has been defeated?"

"Yes, it was thrown out by Amu!"

"This Amu is too powerful. However, this can stab Lou Zi!"

There was a lot of discussion in the town, today they knew the real Amu, and some people couldn't help but gasp when they thought of the usual play with Amu.

"Commander!

Mo Long was thrown out, and he was immediately held up, but fortunately, Amu had no intention of taking his life, but only broke his arm.

"Kill this kid—" The big black man untied his giant axe and was about to rush in.

There are also a few people who will fight hard.

When Amu saw it, he raised his eyebrows, turned back to Yu'er and said, "Yu'er, go back to the house!

Then he stood proudly in the courtyard, looking coldly at those northern soldiers, not afraid at all.

"No one is biedong!" At this time, Mo Long's face turned blue and he gritted his teeth and shouted. All the soldiers stood on the spot for a moment.

Amu looked at Mo Long coldly, and there was a murderous aura on Zhou's body.

Mo Long was cut off an arm, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat, but he didn't say a word. He also looked at Amu coldly, then glanced at his subordinates again, and said, "Mo has lost, pay the preface!"

"Commander, Commander!" all the soldiers were excited, their eyes were bloody, and they only wanted revenge, how could they go.

"Why? I have a broken arm, and you will not be able to disobey my military orders, and those who disobey my orders will be killed!" Mo Long shouted.

"The subordinates don't dare!" Seeing that Mo Long was really angry, the soldiers hurriedly brushed their brushes and stood with their heads bowed, not daring to move.

"Get on the horse, collect the troops!" Mo Long's voice was unmistakable, and he was the first to mount his horse.

After all, the Black Eagle Battalion is well-trained, and Mo Long is also known for his prestige, and the rest of the soldiers glared at Amu fiercely, and they all wanted to cut Amu, but none of them dared not to get off the horse.

When he came, he was like a dragon and a tiger, but when he went, he was disgraced.

No one would have thought that the dignified Black Eagle Battalion of the Northern Forbidden Army didn't even enter the door of the Wang family in Liuzhen.

The people in Liuzhen talked a lot, and the Wang family in Liuzhen was afraid that they would shake the northern country again because of today's events.

"Look, Commander!" the Black Hawk soldier was just about to leave, when one of the soldiers suddenly pointed to the northwest.

I saw the dust and smoke billowing on the official road in the distance, and I was afraid that more than 100 people would not go, and the wind was galloping.

"White Tiger Battalion?" a soldier shouted first.

"Lord Zhennan, Lord Zhennan has arrived!" I don't know who shouted.

As soon as these words came out, the soldiers, including Mo Long, were in good spirits.

The Murong clan of the Northern Kingdom is a branch of the Great Murong Dynasty of the Northern Wilderness, which has controlled the Northern Kingdom for 800 years.

Murong Tong, the king of Zhennan, is the younger brother of Murong Jin, who is eloquent and strategic, holds millions of soldiers, is well-known in the northern country, and shocks the Northern Wilderness, which also has its place in the Great Murong Dynasty of the Northern Wilderness.

This time, Molong begged for a coffin at the behest of King Zhennan, but he never expected that King Zhennan would come to Liuzhen in person.

As he spoke, the more than 100 riders approached. The old street of Liuzhen is not spacious, but the more than 100 horsemen are actually divided into two columns, and the fish runs in, not chaotic at all, people are neighing on their horses, full of spirit, and they all stand in front of Liu Wang's house.

is the first person, wearing an ink dragon robe, with a beard and blue eyes, eyebrows and sideburns, like a dragon, not angry and self-assured.

It was Murong Tong, the southern king of the northern kingdom.

"See the king driving a thousand years old!" The Black Eagle soldiers led by Mo Long hurriedly rolled their saddles and dismounted, half-kneeling on the ground to pay respects.

"The king is a thousand years old?" when did the people of Liuzhen meet the king.

The organic spirit hurriedly knelt down, and the others reacted, and the black pressure fell to their knees, and everyone shouted "Chitose! Chitose!", and the voice moved Liuzhen.

Only Amu was facing the door in the courtyard, with a momentum like a dragon, standing tall, not kneeling or worshipping.

At this time, two Liuzhen town officials knelt in the crowd, kowtowing like pounding garlic, and claiming to be a capital crime. In fact, Liu Zhen is not big, and the movement of the Wang family is so big, they came early, but they didn't show up, thinking that they could avoid trouble.

But at this time, it was the king of Zhennan who came in person, and they didn't dare to hide, in case they were tracked down, they would not be able to save their heads if they were guilty of dereliction of duty. They hadn't seen the King of Zhennan, but the black dragon robe was the only one in the northern country, and the King of Zhennan was famous, even better than the imperial lord, how could they dare to hide.

However, Murong Tong, the king of Zhennan, only waved his hand and motioned for them to get up, without even saying anything to them, and at the same time asked the people to get up.

"The subordinates are incompetent, and they insult the king's life!" Mo Long bowed his head deeply and pleaded guilty.

Murong Tong glanced at Mo Long, then glanced at the other Black Eagle soldiers, and when he saw the death and injury, he understood in his heart.

"Commander Mo, it's not your fault, let you wait to ask for a coffin, it is indeed an insult to the immortals!

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the soldiers of the Black Eagle Battalion, who were a little angry, suddenly changed.

"Immortals, the king of Zhennan wants to ask for a coffin in person?"

Mo Long's face did not change, he thanked him, and led his subordinates to stand aside and treat his injuries in the back.

Murong Tong, the king of Zhennan, left the saddle and dismounted, he was too tall, and he walked to the door of the king's house.

At this time, Amu was standing in the courtyard, just standing far away from him, and the power of the king of the north country and the south could not beat Amu by half a point.

Murong Tong didn't care, but hugged his fist at Amu and said loudly:

"Murong Tong of the Northern Kingdom asked the little brother to report, and he asked to see Wang Jue's predecessor for something important!"

What is the identity of the king of the north country, and he said it in such a tone, which made everyone's faces change suddenly.

What kind of character is this king, who can make the king of the north and south condescend to be so noble and call himself a senior.

Not only other people, but even Amu's face changed, thinking that this Zhennan King would inevitably be in big trouble when he came.

However, at this time, it seems that the king of Zhennan is sincere in his words and respectful, and he does not seem to be a hypocrisy. Although I knew that the master was by no means an extraordinary person, I didn't expect that the master would be so liliang in Liuzhen.

The respect of the king of Zhennan is by no means comparable to the generation of Molong, it can be said that in addition to the lord of the northern country, the king of Zhennan is the number one person in the northern country.

Murong Tong didn't oppress people with power, and Amu didn't want to go too far, so he bowed and said lightly: "The prince is invited! My Wang family only makes nine coffins every year, and I don't do one more, if it is a coffin, the prince should please go back!"

Murong Tong, the king of Zhennan, listened to Amu's words, and there was no displeasure on his face, but said with a smile: "The rules of the Wang family, this king has heard a little. "If you force ten coffins, you will be punished by heaven", this king is not afraid of heaven's punishment, but he does not want to make the king angry. As long as the king is not angry, what if this king is willing to be punished by heaven?"

In order to ask for a coffin, may it be punished by heaven? Who is this asking for a coffin? Isn't it the lord of the northern country?

And it is better to be punished by heaven than to be angry with the king, which makes everyone shake even more.

But Amu was unmoved, and said in a resolute tone: "It is the prince who is invincible and invincible, and he can accept the curse of heaven." The tenth coffin, the Wang family will never do it!"

"Huh?" Murong Tong couldn't help but smile bitterly, sighed, and said, "Since this is the case, this king will never dare to force it. However, I also asked the little brother to pass the word and beg for a coffin, so this king is willing to do everything he can, and ask the king to help this king repair a coffin, I don't know if it is possible?"

Amu was stunned for a moment, frowned, and said, "Repair the coffin?"

"Only repair one coffin, nothing else!" Murong Tong clenched his fists again.

Amu frowned, this Murong Tong condescended to each other, his words were not sharp, and he pleaded again and again, and now he repaired the coffin in a roundabout way, bypassing the rules of the Wang family, which was much more difficult to deal with than that Molong.

Seeing that Amu frowned and was silent, what kind of person Murong Tong was, this is what he wanted.

"This king knows that what he asks for is excessive, and the Wang family will have difficulties, but he still hopes that the little brother will be considerate and ask Wang Jue's predecessors to help repair the coffin! This king is willing to wait for a response outside the door, and will never dare to break the rules of the Wang family. Saying that, the king of Zhennan really stopped talking, and stood beside the door of the king's house with his hands down.

The dignified King of the North Kingdom Town and the South King hung his hands and stood the door to ask for the coffin, like a doorman, inside and outside the door of the Wang's house, and was silent for a while.

At this time, Mo Long took a breath of cold air, and at the same time secretly rejoiced that he was just competing with Amu alone, if he really led the troops to break into the Wang family and make trouble, looking at the current Jiashi, he would not be a problem of being cut off an arm, but ten heads were gone.

Amu secretly said that it was very powerful, this king of Zhennan was scheming, and he took retreat as advance, in a few words, and by virtue of his condescending momentum of the king of Zhennan, his words were not leaky, and he actually took advantage of everything.

In this way, if the Wang family categorically refuses, it will be too unkind, and even the people of Liuzhen will complain about the Wang family. After all, the people of Liuzhen are from the North, and in the final analysis, they are actually the people of the North.

Putting pressure on people's hearts is indeed extremely clever.

At this time, the entire Liuzhen seemed to be quiet, and everyone was waiting to see how the Wang family decided.

Amu didn't say anything, Murong Tong didn't move, and it was like this for a full quarter of an hour.

It was so quiet that it seemed like you could hear the heavy breathing of many people.

"It is worthy of being the king of the northern kingdom of the Great Murong Dynasty, and his means are really extraordinary!" At this moment, an old voice broke the dead silence.