After a long silence, Kumachi asked tentatively:

"I don't know if Murong Gongzi has some understanding of Shaolin seventy-two stunts?"

Murong Fu shook his head:

King Oh Lun Ming laughed. The seventy-two stunts are the secret of the Shaolin Temple, and he is not a Shaolin disciple, how to comprehend the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin? Besides, I haven't even practiced the family heirloom 'Shen He Finger', so even if I put the seventy-two stunts in front of me, I don't dare to take a second look. ”

Hearing this, Kumachi was disappointed for a while.

Xin said that Murong Bo was only afraid that he could see that this son was average in talent, and his martial arts were mediocre, and he did not hand over the seventy-two stunts to him, lest he be greedy and chew too much, and he would also invite disasters and provoke Shaolin's revenge.

After thinking about it again, anyway, the "Six-Vein Divine Sword" has already arrived, and after practicing this mastery, it is not a problem to single-handedly kill Shaolin, forcibly break into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and read the seventy-two stunts in the bright light.

At that moment, he was no longer entangled, and titheed Murong again:

"In this case, the little monk will sacrifice Mr. Murong here!"

Immediately plucked the soil to make incense, rubbed his hands together, urged the housekeeper "Flame Knife" to light the sword spectrum, and then sat cross-legged on the ground, reciting Buddhist scriptures, and worshiping Murong Bo.

When Gu Mozhi worshipped, Murong Fu was about to wake up Duan Yu, and Guo Yanzhi, who had been kneeling on the ground for a while, and finally relieved himself, suddenly had red eyes and asked sharply:

"Murong Fu, did you kill my master Ke Baisui?"

Abi, who had been obediently watching and never interjected, finally spoke angrily at this time:

"My son-in-law has lived in seclusion in Yanziwu for three years, and he has never left Taihu Lake for three years, how can he kill your master? Don't wronged good people! ”

Guo Yan was stunned, and wanted to scold her for lying, but seeing Abi puffing out her pink cheeks, her pretty face was red, her eyes were angry, and her expression didn't seem to be fake, and she didn't know whether to believe her or not.

Murong Fu asked rhetorically:

"How did your master die?"

Guo Yanzhi: "It was his old man's famous stunt that died under the thousand shatters of the heavenly spirit of the Baisheng Divine Whip!" It's like you just used the bucket to turn the stars and let me eat my own moves! ”

Murong Fu nodded, and then asked:

"How many people are on the rivers and lakes who will fight and change the stars?"

Guo Yan was stunned and laughed angrily:

"Aren't you looking for me to be happy? Who in the martial arts doesn't know that the fight for the stars of 'using the other way, giving back the other body' is exactly your Gusu Murong's housekeeping skills! Your father Murong Bo has passed away, and the world will fight and the stars will change, but there is a second person besides you? ”

Murong Fu nodded again and said to himself:

"Your master died under his fame stunt, and I am the only one on the rivers and lakes who will 'fight and change the stars'. In this case, the murderer can only be me. ”

Guo Yanzhi gritted his teeth and stared at him:

"Are you admitting it?"

Murong Fu smiled:

"Shaolin Xuanbei, Qingcheng Sima Wei, beggar gang Ma Dayuan, your master Ke Baisui, all died under their respective fame stunts, the murderer, it must be me. If you want to take revenge, invite more masters, Murong Fu is waiting for you at any time. ”

After speaking, he snapped his fingers, flicked his big sleeves, stepped on the boat, stood at the head of the boat with his hands, and left with Abi holding the boat.

Duan Yu heard the sound of snapping his fingers, and a spirit came to his senses, and looked at Murong Fu who had left by boat in confusion, and then looked at Gu Mozhi, who was chanting and worshipping himself, and there was only a pile of ashes left in front of him, and he didn't remember the experience of copying the sword book at all.

……

Ah Bi rolled up his cuffs, revealing a snow-white bowl, and said with a little complaint while paddling:

"Childe, you obviously haven't been out for three years, and you didn't even know who Na Ke was 100 years old and Sima Wei was before, why did you have to admit this matter and take the blame on yourself?"

Murong Fu sat back on the head of the boat, put on a hat, held a fishing rod, made a fishing shape, and said with a smile:

"But they did die under their own fame stunts."

Abi said urgently:

"But that can't be wronged!"

Murong Fu said leisurely:

"However, who else will 'fight and change the stars' in the world, besides me?"

Abi didn't think twice:

"If the old master is still there, there will naturally be the old master. But the old family master passed away many years ago, and the world will 'fight and the stars will move', uh......"

Seeing that Abi choked on words, Murong Fu couldn't help but slightly curl the corners of his mouth, and a slightly mocking smile surfaced, and his tone was subtle:

"Yes, the old master has passed away...... I am the only one in the world who will 'fight and change the stars', but can I only let my son take this black cauldron? ”

"This ......"

Abi opened her mouth and stammered, not knowing how to take the stubble.

After thinking for a while, Abi suddenly opened his mind:

"That'...... Childe, you say, will there be a Murong Yin vein in the world, but it was a branch of the Murong royal family back then, and it also got the Douzhuan Star Shift inheritance, and it has been hidden for hundreds of years. ”

Murong Fu smiled:

"Abi, what are you thinking in your little brain? Where in the world is there any Murong hidden vein? If there is really a 'Dou Zhuan Xing' inheritance, how can he be willing to live in seclusion in the mountains for hundreds of years without anyone asking? The Murong clan who are fighting in the martial arts, just our family, there is no other semicolon. ”

As he spoke, he suddenly flicked his index finger, and with a smack of his fingertips, he shot out a green smoke-like energy, and he sank into the lake three zhang away, and in a blink of an eye, a white fish from Taihu Lake floated on, and the head of the fish seemed to be pierced.

Abi's eyes lit up:

"Childe, what are you fingering? I've never seen you use it before! ”

Murong Fu smiled and said:

"This is not a fingering, but the 'Shangyang Sword' of the Six-Vein Divine Sword."

Six-vein Divine Sword?

Abi was surprised and delighted:

"Childe has already practiced the Six-Vein Divine Sword?"

"Well, I just practiced all the way to the 'Shangyang Sword'. Oh, and now it's become a 'Shaoshang Sword' all the way. ”

As he spoke, Murong Fu pressed his thumb forward, shooting out a majestic cyan sword qi, slashing open the water in front of the bow of the boat, leaving a deep mark like a sharp sword slashing.

In fact, the original version of the "Six-Vein Divine Sword" only emitted invisible sword qi, and the sword qi was invisible to the naked eye.

What Murong Fu launched was a cyan sword qi visible to the naked eye.

From a concealed point of view, it is better to have an invisible sword qi.

In terms of power, the invisible sword qi generated by internal force is far inferior to the tangible sword qi that he induces with spiritual power.

If Duan Yu Dacheng's six-vein sword qi is compared to an ordinary caliber pistol bullet, then the sword qi of the first layer of Murong Fu Qi refining qi is equivalent to a rifle bullet, and its power is not at the same level at all.

When the imprints on the water surface closed and the ripples opened, Abi Ming's eyes were rippling, and his face was full of admiration and worship:

"Childe is amazing. I heard that the 'Six-Vein Divine Sword' is a secret that is not passed down by Dali Tianlong Temple, and it cannot be practiced by non-Tianzhong wizards. Childe only glanced at the sword book a few times, and he practiced two-way swordsmanship so quickly, and he was really the number one martial arts master in the world. ”

Murong Fu smiled:

"In terms of martial arts, I'm really nothing remarkable......"

It's not that he's humble.

He and ordinary martial artists are not on the same track at all.

Others practice martial arts and cultivate immortals, and at the height of an immortal cultivator, even if it is only a level of qi refining, he is also qualified to condescend to overlook the martial arts of the "low martial world".

In the world of low martial arts, no matter how difficult and obscure the magic skills are, in his eyes, there are not many secrets.

In the past, he was obsessed with cultivating immortals, and he was too lazy to spend energy on martial arts in the low-martial arts world.

But as long as he is willing and a little more serious, at least he can learn any martial arts in this low-martial world, and he can also use "spiritual power" to promote it.

Especially the "Six Veins Divine Sword", which requires extremely deep internal force to lay the foundation, Murong Fu only needs to know the method of internal force circulation and sword qi release, and it will be effortless to learn it, which is easier than learning some external martial arts with bells and whistles and complex changes.

Therefore, practicing the "Six Veins Divine Sword" so quickly, it is not because of how high his martial arts talent is, but because his hanging is bigger than that of many people in this world.