Chapter 522 Ruan Feng's Strong Strength

It was a little funny for a moment. Bi Youlong, who was almost sixty years old, was still acting like a child. Zhao Fangxu's voice became more serious again, "Youlong!"

Seeing that he was still ignoring him, Zhao Fangxu raised his eyebrows and his tone became more serious: "Comrade Youlong?"

Bi Youlong came to his senses this time, but he still ignored him. Zhao Fangxu was a little amused: "He is still being mad at me."

"The selection of the observation team was decided by our vote, not by me alone."

Bi Youlong exhaled slowly, still a little angry, "Your judgment this time is wrong. The group of people sent secretly will be under the charge of Murong Ji. I have no problem with that."

"But as for the observation group...how can you let that guy go?"

Director Su and Zhao Fangxu looked at each other, laughed a few times, and then said, "Youlong, this is where you are wrong. You are prejudiced against Comrade Xiao Huang."

"Comrade Xiao Huang is not a kind person. He is a very cunning guy."

Bi Youlong seemed to have thought of something and sighed, "Boss Huang is indeed capable, but this kind of thing..."

"In my opinion, Xiao Huang is more suitable than you this time. After all, in addition to leading the team, he also has to lead newcomers." Zhao Fangxu looked at Bi Youlong and was speechless. He pushed his glasses and looked at the old man sitting at the end. "Look at this little episode... just..."

The old man was watching with great interest and raised his hands to indicate that he had stopped writing a long time ago.

Qu Tong, who was standing by, narrowed her eyes. Murong Ji had told her about this person a long time ago, and according to Murong Ji's speculation, the identity of this person was about to be revealed.

No matter how you look at it, Naduotong is considered a semi-state-owned enterprise, and one of the indispensable positions is the party branch secretary.

"Okay, let's talk about the next item." Zhao Fangxu's voice brought everyone back to their senses and made the atmosphere serious. "Murong Ji has already landed on Nasen Island."

"According to the report, everything is going well. We will be able to contact Xiao Huang when he arrives."

At this point, Zhao Fangxu paused, looked at Qu Tong and Director Su, and said slowly: "This is the first time that Xiao Su and Xiao Qu have met and cooperated. It is certain that there will be some areas where you are not used to it. Remember to tell me in time."

"Xiao Su, I want to tell you something, don't take it to heart."

Director Su was not surprised, he lowered his head and listened, "Director Zhao, you talk, I'm listening."

"Everyone has witnessed Xiaoqu's achievements in overseas work. In many things, he has more experience than you, me, and even everyone here."

"So, I will divide the responsibilities between the two of you. When it comes to development, you listen to Xiao Qu. When it comes to negotiations and handling difficult communications, Xiao Su, you can't give up."

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhao..."

This harmony seemed so fake that it couldn't be more fake. Except for Qu Tong who was a little uncomfortable with it, everyone else present was not surprised.

However, Qu Tong understood what Zhao Fangxu meant.

After the meeting, Qu Tong and Director Su agreed on a time, and that afternoon, they flew abroad.

Murong Ji flew down lightly, like a feather, and glanced around. Tao Shangong and five others were standing under a tree waiting for him.

"Where are the other two people?"

"Dead." Tao Shangong looked away, and Murong Ji then discovered that five bodies were lying there quietly.

Two of them had their spines almost broken...

"Okay, let's find Ruan Feng."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tao Shangong took out a magical instrument, which looked like a compass, and the round beads on the compass slowly rotated.

This thing doesn't need to be uneven. As long as there is Qi injected and a target object exists, it can operate very accurately.

Following the guidance of the magic weapon, the group moved towards the depths of the jungle.

About half an hour later, they saw two people sitting cross-legged on the rocks in the distance. They were both in rags, one of them was fat and had big ears, while the other was a bit stout.

Murong Ji tilted his head slightly to look, frowning slightly. The fat 'Mediterranean' was the one Qu Tong had told him about, Lao Wang.

"Seventeen, this is..."

Lao Wang looked at them in astonishment and asked softly. As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible murderous intent spread.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised. This momentum was not much weaker than his current strength! After all, he was one of the thirty-six thieves, an old monster who survived the Jiashen Rebellion!

Nowadays, there are probably not many people in the entire Taoism and Buddhism who can compare to Ruan Feng.

"It's been so lively here for a long time..." Ruan Feng's muttering to himself did not stop his murderous aura from spreading.

The murderous intent and momentum continued to spread. If some people were more sensitive, they would have left by now.

"Master Ruan Feng, we are here to pick you up..."

In an instant, murderous intent surged and rushed towards him. Murong Ji's pupils shrank. This murderous aura was mixed with the resentment of living beings.

In other words, it is called resentment from all living beings!

[How many people did Ruan Feng eat?!] Murong Ji frowned. No matter how many people there were who had murderous intent and could have formed resentment, he would kill them all when he saw them. There would be absolutely no injustice.

Ruan Feng stood up slowly, with a dark and sinister aura lingering around him, and looked at them.

"The magic weapon is activated? It's not attacked?"

Murong Ji listened to what the man said and glanced at their magic weapons. They were high-end products refined by Ma Xianhong and could identify attacks autonomously.

The ones who attacked him were not out of malice, but out of resentment.

Ruan Feng walked towards them step by step, not fast, but heavy, "I am old and a little hard of hearing. Young man, I didn't hear the name clearly just now, can you say it to me again..."

Just as the man was about to speak, Murong Ji pressed his shoulders and pushed him towards Tao Shangong. He said in a deep voice, "Ruan Feng, are you happy?"

"Hehe..." Ruan Feng chuckled, and in an instant, he appeared not far behind Murong Ji, about three or four meters away.

The movements were so fast that no one could see his movements clearly.

Tao Shangong's heart skipped a beat and he was horrified. He quickly looked Murong Ji up and down, but found nothing and could not be sure of Murong Ji's condition at the moment.

"Mr. Murong?"

Murong Ji did not respond and did not take any action.

Ruan Feng looked extremely solemn and exhaled heavily, "Young man, who are you?"

Murong Ji then took some action, looking at his slightly swollen palms, he sneered and said coldly: "Ruan Feng, you have eaten a lot of people over the years."

"Who are you? Who the hell are you?!" Ruan Feng was furious. He turned around and slapped him with his palm, domineering and fierce, without holding back.

Murong Ji's face changed slightly, he quickly turned around and took a step forward, using his Vajra Palm to strike with all his strength, without holding back. Facing such a person, he dared not hold back!

"bump!"

"call!"

The two palms collided, but did not touch. Even though they were half a foot apart, Ruan Feng felt the contact with a solid entity, and then a huge force suddenly hit him.

This palm strike may seem ordinary, but in fact it contains a lot of hidden power. The internal force is infinite and its strength is so terrifying that it rushes into Ruan Feng's arm with overwhelming force.

As if it had come to life, it climbed up along the tendons and meridians of Ruan Feng's arm.

The second fight.

The two men were still four or five meters apart, facing each other, but Ruan Feng's forehead was covered in sweat from the pain. He turned his head to look at his right hand, which was limp and the tendons and bones were almost all broken.

His arm was purple and swollen, and he had lost consciousness due to the pain.

Ruan Feng exhaled slowly, his arm slowly recovering. "Splitting Palm! No, there's something from Shaolin Temple. Young man, who is your master?"

Murong Ji narrowed his eyes slightly, "Hehe." He seemed to be laughing, but his face was gloomy, "Ruan Feng, what do you mean by human? After so many years, you... are still a beast."

Ruan Feng's face changed greatly, and he was even a little horrified. This time, he did not say a word. However, the energy around him became more and more violent.

"Seventeen?" Old Wang called out, as if calling Ruan Feng back.

Ruan Feng turned his head and looked over. "Lao Wang, let's go. The farther the better. I will come to find you."

"Oh." Without saying a word, Lao Wang plunged into the jungle in the distance and disappeared.

Watching Lao Wang leave, Ruan Feng sighed, "I've already hidden here, why can't you let me go? It's been seventy years, can't you give me a chance to live?"

Murong Ji looked up at Ruan Feng, "I'm not here to steal the Eight Wonders. Didn't you ask me who my master is? Whose dojo did you and Wu Gensheng overturn? Have you forgotten?"

Ruan Feng tilted his head in thought, but for a moment he couldn't remember what evil things he had done with Wu Gensheng. He sighed softly, "So, you are here to kill me? Well..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji approached again, his face gloomy and cold, without any fear.

After two palm strikes, Ruan Feng also tested out some of Murong Ji's abilities, "Physical cultivation?! Let's see how you can break it!"

During several exchanges, the moves were staggered and swift, but Ruan Feng's body secreted a thread of mucus, which stuck to Murong Ji's true qi and corroded it with a hissing sound.

Murong Ji stood still, shook off that part of the true energy, but did not move forward again. Wherever his sword pointed, sword energy would flow.

Through the rising mist rising around Ruan Feng, there was a hissing sound of burning, like water dripping from a frying pan.

Finally, it sank into Ruan Feng's body. After three sword energies, Ruan Feng secretly thought, "This method... is somewhat similar to Liu Wang's sword energy! So sharp!"

As he was speaking, several more sword energies pierced into his body. After these few sword strikes, he felt a little overwhelmed. Ruan Feng looked up and saw that several long dragons of sword energy had formed in the mist that he had gathered.

Just as he was planning to surround and attack me and control the mist to dissipate it, he was horrified by the contact and his pupils couldn't help but shrink. After careful sensing, he found that the mist could not dissipate the dragon head's horns that it touched.

(End of this chapter)