Chapter 18: : Two choices

"where is it."
The sudden person suddenly pointed to a few people on a wine table and shouted loudly.
After saying this, several people rushed over at a very fast speed, approaching the table directly, and immediately surrounded the four people.
A young man, a woman and a child, and two children.
Suddenly the scene became quiet, and the formerly lively Jianghu warriors were silent and looked at this place.
"Hmph, Mingjiao demon, even if you escape to any place, don't want to avoid my Huashan faction, and rush to the law, otherwise, don't blame us for the ruthless action."
These people had cold faces, drew their swords, and stared at the young man coldly and said.
"Mingjiao disciple?"
"I didn't expect these people to be disciples of the Huashan School, but why bother looking for Mingjiao disciples?"
"Huh, don't you know that. Recently, there has been some limelight in the world, it seems to be aimed at Mingjiao. Think about it, how powerful Mingjiao was at the beginning, and how many sects have offended it. Now Mingjiao no longer has its real name. In addition to the things Mingjiao has done in recent years, like demons, Mingjiao will die sooner or later."
"That's right, some people in Mingjiao are extremely vicious, the golden lion king is bloodthirsty, and the blue-winged bat king is devouring human blood. The most damning thing is that Mingjiao can't save it. If you try to save you, you won’t help if you see others die. Mingjiao is indeed going to be destroyed."
Some people whispered and looked very disgusted with Mingjiao.
Jiang Ning looked over. At the dinner table, the young man did not do anything, but looked at these Huashan school disciples and said: "I can defy the law, but these two children are innocent. The women and children are also innocent. Can you let them go? ."
He didn't ask for mercy, nor did he make a move. Instead, he pleaded for the children, women and children, hoping that the Huashan faction would let them go.
"Huh, do you think it's possible?"
"Is it innocent? It's not your turn to say here, catch them back and review them one by one."
"Do you still dare to negotiate terms, what do you really consider yourself to be? Mingjiao is in charge? Or who?"
These Huashan school disciples sneered, full of disdain and extremely arrogant.
"Then don't blame me."
The young man shot, drew a long knife, and slashed directly at one person. At the moment, many martial artists quickly got up and ran. They didn't have much skill, so naturally they wouldn't stay here, so as not to get a knife to see the king in vain.
The young man's strength was not bad, at least better than the four Huashan school disciples. After a few rounds, the tables and chairs were rotten, but the Huashan school disciple obviously couldn't beat this Mingjiao disciple.
"I come."
Suddenly Murong Fu set off. He was very fast. He came directly to the Mingjiao disciple, approached in front of him, kicked out, kicked the opponent two or three meters away on the spot. This kick was full of strength. Jiang Ning in the distance heard the sound of a fracture.
Murongfu is not a person who is waiting for leisure. The Mingjiao disciple's strength can't survive the ordinary 20th level, and Murongfu said that the cultivation of Wangpin mentality reached 35 or even 40th level.
There is naturally indescribable perception between the two, and crushing is also natural.
Gusu Murong, known as one of the two great masters in the Central Plains, is as famous as Bei Qiaofeng, especially after learning the Gusu Murong family's unique school of ‘fighting the stars and moving’, he used his way to return to his body to become famous in the world.
It is naturally easy to deal with a martial artist of level 20 or so.
After seeing Murong's return, several Huashan school disciples immediately thanked him: "Thank you, Murong-sama, for your help. I, Huashan, will never forget such kindness."
Hearing the gratitude of the other party, Murong Fu shook his hand and said modestly: "Mingjiao devil, everyone has it, but this place is where the White-browed Eagle King is located. I advise you to grab it quickly, otherwise it will cause trouble."
He warned like this.
"What about these people?" Suddenly a certain Huashan school disciple pointed at the women and children on the table, and the trembling children asked.
They looked panicked. The woman and the child hugged the two children to let them not be afraid. At the same time, they lifted up their wrinkled old face, looked at Murong Fu and said, "Mr Murong, I beg you, let us go, please, Catch me if you want, don't catch my child."
She begged, hoping that the other party would let them go.
But who knows, Murong Fu snorted coldly, losing the elegance of his talent, and looking cold and cold: "The evil demon is a sideline, who knows whether it is good or bad. If you don’t find it bothersome, just a few Huashan junior brothers. Go, none of these evil demons can let go."
Murong Fu spoke ruthlessly.
At this time, Wang Yuyan and Duan Yu walked over. Looking at the woman and child, Wang Yuyan couldn't bear it, and couldn't help but said: "Cousin, they look like ordinary people, so let's just let them go."
Duan Yu also followed behind and said, "Yes, Brother Murong, let's just forget it."
But Murong Fu shook his head and said: "Ming Jiao disciples, all of them are good at deceiving. Don't look at their pitiful behavior. In fact, all of them are dirty, bloodthirsty, and Ming Jiao's remnants. None of them can be let go. Link the nine races."
He spoke firmly.
"Yeah yeah."
"Mingjiao disciples must not die."
"Young Master Murong said so well."
Several Huashan school disciples and other warriors also seconded and praised Murong Fu.
At this time, an indifferent voice sounded.
"What you said just now, you tell me again."
The sound was not loud, but it was heard by everyone present.
At the moment, everyone followed the sound and saw a very young boy sitting not far away. There was nothing on the table, but his eyes were fixed on Murong Fu.
This person is Jiang Ning.
"What do you mean by your excellency?" Murong Fu looked at Jiang Ning and frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled.
"Have the ability to say what you just said again."
Jiang Ning stood up, his expression calm, but his eyes revealed a terrifying aura, watching Murong Fu say so.
hiss!
In an instant, many warriors around could not help but gasp.
What is this for?
Call Murong Fu?
This is Gusu Murongfu. Whoever sees it must be polite for three points. Now a young man dares to challenge Murongfu?
"Do you have any misunderstandings?"
Murong Yuhui wanted to reprimand Jiang Ning, but he felt the unusual aura brought by Jiang Ning, so he held back the tone and became kind, hoping that Jiang Ning would not get me wrong because he didn't know Jiang Ning.
"Don't talk nonsense with me, now give you two choices, one is to apologize to me, and the other is to repeat what you just said, otherwise, don't blame me for beating you all over the place."
Jiang Ning was extremely domineering, with the sword in his hand pointed at Murong Fu, with an unspeakable arrogance.
There was an uproar in the audience.
A teenager who looked at the past 16 or 7 years old, actually called Murong Fu, wanting to fight Murong Fu to find teeth?
How can this not be shocking!