Chapter 102

"I, the junior from Jiangnan, Southern Murong Fu, am unworthy, yet I have come specifically to learn from the high skills of Taohuadao! I hope the elder Dongxie, or the person in charge on the island, will give me an explanation!"

That clear voice, carrying a touch of arrogance, echoed endlessly in the night sky.

Before the words had even finished.

Far out on the sea, several ornately decorated large ships, far more refined than ordinary fishing boats, were riding the wind and breaking the waves, rapidly approaching Taohuadao.

On the bow of the ships, lights shone brightly, and shadowy figures could be vaguely seen.

Very quickly.

The foremost large ship docked at the shore.

Several figures, like wild geese, leaped from the ship and landed lightly on the beach of Taohuadao.

The one leading them was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing a pale yellow brocade robe, with a face like polished jade and eyes like bright stars.

His sword-like eyebrows reached his temples, his nose was like a hanging gallbladder, and his lips were as if painted with grease; truly, he possessed a majestic and handsome appearance, extraordinary in bearing.

In his hand, he held an ancient long sword, and a beautiful jade was tied at his waist; in every gesture and movement, there naturally flowed an air of elegance and nobility, looking down upon the world.

It was none other than Southern Murong Fu, famous throughout Jiangnan, equal in fame to Northern Qiaofeng, and hailed as the "Southern Murong"!

Close behind him followed four attendants, each with a different demeanor, yet all possessing not weak auras.

One was a burly man with a rugged face, holding a heavy-backed broadsword, his gaze fierce; he was "Tiger in the Palm" Deng Baichuan.

Another was a short, fat man who always wore a smile of cynicism on his face, holding an abacus in his hand; he was "Wind-Chasing Mount" Gongye Qian.

There was also a person, tall and thin, with a sinister face, holding a pair of Judge's pens; his eyes were as cold as a viper; he was "Walking Corpse" Bao Butie, a man who was most sharp-tongued and loved to argue with others.

The last one was a silent, strong man carrying a huge iron oar on his back, his aura steady as a mountain; he was "Water Dragon" Feng Bo'e.

These four were the four great generals of the Southern Murong family, each possessing extraordinary Wu Gong, and they were utterly loyal to Southern Murong Fu.

And beside Southern Murong Fu, a peerless beauty followed step by step.

That woman was about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a goose-yellow silk shirt, which made her skin appear whiter than snow, delicate enough to be broken by a touch.

Her beauty was absolutely exquisite; with bright eyes and white teeth, in her glances, she revealed a refined temperament that seemed to eat no human smoke.

Her figure was graceful, her posture light, like Chang'e in the moon, or like a fairy from the Jade Pool; she was so beautiful that one dared not gaze directly at her.

Yet, within those beautiful eyes of hers, there always lingered a faint trace of melancholy and confusion.

As if she could not muster much interest in everything in this world.

This woman was naturally Southern Murong Fu's cousin, Wang Yuyan.

Although she understood not a shred of Wu Gong, she had read extensively, and was thoroughly familiar with the martial arts techniques of all schools and sects under heaven, truly a living encyclopedia of martial arts.

As soon as Southern Murong Fu and the others appeared, their gazes fell upon the fierce battle in the arena.

He obviously knew long ago that the people of Xixia Yipintang were here, and might even have been hiding in the shadows observing.

He deliberately let them strike first to test the strength of Taohuadao, while he prepared to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

When he saw that Qu Qu Lingfeng and the others, relying on a mysterious formation for combined attacks, were relentlessly suppressing Duan Yanqing, a renowned master expert, as well as the three villains Yun Yun Zhonghe, Yue Yue Laosan, and Ye Erniang.

They had even slain many elite experts of Xixia Yipintang.

In Southern Murong Fu's eyes, a trace of shock and solemnity that could hardly be concealed flashed by.

He was proud of his high Wu Gong and superior wisdom.