"Huh?"
As the dark clouds drew near, Murong Fu was startled. What was this?
How could a cultivator fly?
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Chapter Ninety-Seven: You'll be starving until you break down!
"It's that young man who fought me just now!"
As the dark clouds flew closer, Murong Fu's eyes widened in surprise.
What are these dark clouds?
There were more than ten flying athletes!
The young man who just used the Northern Darkness Divine Art was among them!
"How can a person fly in the air?"
Murong Fu was greatly surprised; this was unbelievable!
"No wonder that man said he could help me restore my kingdom. It turns out he has this kind of magical device that allows people to fly!" Murong Fu observed carefully for a while and found that these flying people all carried a strange bundle on their backs.
It was this bundle that allowed them to float in the air.
"Could this be a magical creature from north of Tibet?"
"If I possessed five hundred sets of such weapons, who in the world could rival me?" Murong Fu gazed at the sky, his heart burning with excitement. Such wondrous things must have come from a very, very far place.
Thinking of this, Murong Fu said to Fang Chen above him, "Brother, perhaps we can have a talk."
"Murong Fu, it's too late for you to talk now."
Fang Chen glanced at Murong Fu below, his eyes turning cold, and said to Yurikin behind him, "How is it?"
"Commander, we can't control him. The target unit has high mental strength and cannot be controlled. I suggest beating him half to death and torturing him for a while, which should be effective!" Yurijin lowered his head. As soon as he arrived, he used mind control on Murong Fu.
Unexpectedly, it didn't work.
"Can't control it? Then let's do it your way!"
After Fang Chen finished speaking, he said to the rocket pilots behind him, "Focus on his hands and feet!"
Just now, he took Wang Yuyan and sped away to a dense forest. He knocked Wang Yuyan unconscious, then went to a place where Wang Yuyan couldn't see him, opened a portal, and brought out ten rocket pilots and Yurikin.
Fang Chen had prepared for both force and mind control, and he was determined to succeed in the Shifting Stars and Changing Moon event.
"Yes, Commander!"
The rocket pilot responded with a roar, his gun firing continuously at Murong Fu.
"you......"
Faced with the incoming bullets, Murong Fu swung his steel knife, and a series of bangs and clanging sounds of metal clashing rang out.
Sparks flew everywhere. Although Murong Fu wielded his sword with impenetrable skill, he was still forced to retreat step by step.
"I'm doomed! If this keeps up, I'll definitely be worn down to death!"
At this moment, Murong Fu was filled with remorse.
He wanted to escape, but facing the flying soldiers, he knew he couldn't get away.
Only passive defense.
"ah!"
Although Murong Fu was highly skilled in martial arts, he couldn't withstand the hail of bullets.
A bullet pierced Murong Fu's left thigh, and he immediately fell to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, another shot landed on his right leg, and Murong Fu fell to his knees completely.
"Murong Fu, now you can recite the secret formula of the 'Shifting Stars' technique!" In a mountain cave, Fang Chen sat on a large rock, while Murong Fu, his hands bound behind his back and his feet wounded by bullets, lay on the ground, barely breathing.
Just now, Yurikin tried to use mind control again, but it still failed.
"Don't even think about it!"
Murong Fu's eyes were bloodshot as he cursed Fang Chen while struggling desperately, but how could he possibly succeed?
The rope binding his hands was specially made No. 1, and even though Murong Fu was highly skilled in martial arts, he still couldn't break free.
"Murong Fu, a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. If you die, will you have a son?"
"If you're dead, what's the point of restoring a country?"
"Murong Bo has a son, but you don't. What a pity!"
Fang Chen's words made Murong Fu stop struggling.
"Kid, the moment I write down the 'Star Shifting Technique' will probably be my death day, right?" Murong Fu suddenly revealed a strange smile. "Aren't you afraid I'll deliberately misspell a word?"
"hey-hey......"
Fang Chen sneered and said, "Murong Fu, do you think I haven't thought of this? I have time, ten years, twenty years, fifty years. We can slowly wear each other down. By then, you'll probably be too old to talk about restoring the Great Yan!"