I, Murong Fu, the spokesperson of Tiandao in the mixed martial arts world

"It seems that he was saved by it. Zhou Zhiruo thought in her mind, and looked down at her clothes. Although they were badly damaged, Zhou Zhiruo knew that they were pierced by a sword.

"Miss Zhou, I feel like this is the second time I have saved you."Murong Fu turned his head. His once beautiful face looked haggard. Fortunately, after the treatment of Yi Yang Finger, his originally pale face became a little red.

Hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo smiled, quite like a jade-like figure."With Master Murong's strength, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the little girl to repay him. Zhou Zhiruo said playfully

"Okay, your internal injuries are no longer serious. You can take care of the remaining sword wounds on your own."

"Now, can you tell me why you were injured?"Murong Fu continued.

When he was just treating her wounds, Murong Fu also checked her wounds, sword wounds, and the wounds were not critical. In other words, Zhou Zhiruo's most serious injury was her internal injuries.

Zhou Zhiruo's face tightened, and there seemed to be something in her eyes. The water was misty, but he immediately turned his back, not wanting Murong Fu to see his crying look.

Murong Fu was vaguely aware of it. Judging from the wounds on the sword, the sword was thin. It was an ordinary woman's sword. And around here Only the Emei and Hengshan sects mainly use such swords.

Naturally, the Hengshan sect would not be like this, so these sword wounds came from their own people. Moreover,

Zhou Zhiruo was a disciple of Emei and was seriously injured and dying in the wild. No one in the Emei sect paid attention to it, which means that Emei Did the sect not know or didn’t care?

Murong Fu didn’t ask any more questions. He just stood aside and listened to the other party’s sobs.

After the battle of Mingjiao, our Emei sect also packed up and was ready to leave. But at that time, two people A mysterious man appeared.

Mysterious man? The strength of the Emei Sect is average. The entire sect is supported by one person, Miejie. Now Miejie was seriously injured after a battle with Yang Xiao. It must be the same, and Emei was remembered. Murong Furuo Thoughtful.

Murong Fu turned to look at Zhou Zhiruo. At this time, her eyes were filled with tears, and two lines of clear tears fell from her pretty face. She was filled with grief and despair.

After Zhou Zhiruo's explanation, Murong Fu finally understood. This happened. Two mysterious men attacked the Emei Sect. The two were powerful and both were masters in the master realm.

Miexie suffered serious injuries and fought one against two. The result was of course no surprise. Miexie quickly bowed down.. Fortunately, those two people did not intend to kill people, but took away the Emei Sect's treasure of suppressing the religion - the Yitian Sword.

After this battle, Miejing was unconscious. She was seriously injured in the first place, and she was even more exhausted. The Emei disciples naturally He tried his best to rescue him, but he still didn't wake up. When it was Zhou Zhiruo's turn to take care of him, he woke up. Unfortunately, he was already returning to the light at this time. In the limited time, he told the secret of Yitian Slaying Dragon and his own. The inner strength was passed on to Zhou Zhiruo.

The extinct man who had exhausted his inner strength also left this world after passing on the inner strength.

"The mysterious person, Master Miejie, has anyone said who he is?"Murong Fu had a vague guess that she was the only one who was interested in Yitian Sword.

After hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo shook her head helplessly. It didn't take long for her to return to the light of extinction. It was a great blessing to be able to tell the secret of Yitian Slaying Dragon. For those who attacked her The mysterious man has no clue.

But the next step is the problem. The extermination of giving the position of leader to Zhou Zhiruo is all Zhou Zhiruo's one-sided words. The Emei disciples headed by Ding Minjun are naturally dissatisfied. The always kind-hearted Zhou Zhiruo is repeatedly forced by the senior sisters. She was forced to give up her position as the leader, and Zhou Zhiruo could not fully digest the extermination skills, so she was no match for her senior sisters.

In the end, the Emei disciples besieged Zhou Zhiruo. Fortunately, these disciples remembered their old feelings and did not hurt her vitals. Only Ding Min Jun Zhou Zhiruo suffered a heavy blow.

The death of his master, the rebellion of the sisters, the trauma in his heart was more serious than the physical injury. Perhaps this was the death of his heart.

"What are your future plans?"Murong Fu said with concern. After enduring such pain in a short period of time, Zhou Zhiruo, an ordinary woman, would feel unpredictable pressure in her heart.

After hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo opened her dry lips and said,"Emei, I don't want to go back now. What's next? I've disturbed Mr. Murong."

"Oh, why do you think I would take you with me?"Murong Fu didn't mind taking Zhou Zhiruo with him, but this woman was too private.

"Because Mr. Murong is a compassionate person, Zhiruo has nowhere to go now."

A man and a woman. The man is graceful. Perhaps after practicing the Innate No-Phase Kung Fu, the already handsome Murong Fu has an extraterrestrial aura, and the whole person looks even more transcendent.

The woman has a light body and a beautiful figure. Tall and slender, with graceful curves and swaying posture. She has a beautiful oval face, curved eyebrows, and a pair of bright and long eyes, like crescent moons. Her bright eyes cast a clear and quiet soft light, but if you look closely, you find that there seems to be sadness in this woman's eyes. , which makes people feel heartbroken.

The ink-like hair is simply taken care of and tied with a silver hairpin. It is simple and refined. The graceful and slender neck like a swan has an indescribable grace and softness. The shoulders are as sharp as a knife, and the waist is slender. Moving, she was wearing a tight-fitting pink silk dress, which clung to her body, revealing a graceful body.