Chongxu Dao Chang sighed secretly in his heart, but he had a word first, and if he lost at the moment, it was not good to mention saving people again.

"Amitabha, it's the turn of the old man to teach Murong Gongzi a master!" but Master Fang Zheng stepped forward and said.

Murong Fu secretly scolded in his heart, if he is still a monk, he will take advantage of people's danger!

Master Fang Zheng seemed to see Murong Fu's thoughts, and smiled, "In this way, as long as Murong Gongzi can catch Lao Qu's move, this battle will be regarded as Lao Qu's loss!"

Murong Fu pondered in his heart, his internal qi was still very full, although the meridians of his arm were slightly injured, it was still okay to forcibly use a one-and-a-half-move formula, and it was a big deal that he could still use his feet, and it didn't hurt to take him with one move.

Then he opened his mouth and said: "Okay, the junior will take the master of Fang Zheng's move, if you can catch it by luck, I hope that the master will leave and don't do any more entanglement." ”

Master Fang Zheng nodded, "Young Master Murong, please take over!"

Then he slapped a palm lightly, this palm move is ordinary, but the palm is halfway through, suddenly swaying slightly, one palm becomes two palms, two palms become four palms, and four palms become eight palms.

Murong Fu blurted out: "A thousand hands are like palms!" Knowing that it only took a moment to be late, he turned his eight palms into sixteen palms, and then transformed into thirty-two palms.

Immediately, he didn't care if the meridians of his arms could withstand it, and his hands were half-clenched into claws and waved several times, and the shadow of the claws flew in the sky.

Master Fang Zheng felt that there was a gust of yin wind around his body, and he also said that Murong Fu had practiced some evil martial arts, and the palm power in his hand was handed out one after another, crashing into Murong Fu's claw shadow.

The Thousand Hands Rulai Palm and the Nine Yin White Bone Claw are both martial arts that are known for their changes, but the power of the Thousand Hands Rulai Palm is obviously stronger.

When the Nine Yin White Bone Claws hit it, it often takes three or five claw shadows to shatter a palm shadow, but it is better than having a lot of claw shadows, and in a short time, Master Fang Zheng's palm shadow has been shattered by most of it.

Master Fang Zheng has been cultivating thousands of hands for decades, and he will not only have this bit of fire, but immediately his left hand penetrates from under his right palm, still shaking slightly, and the palm shadow changes from one to two, two to four,

Every palm struck out, and just halfway through, it had already changed into several directions, and after a few breaths, there were already dozens of palm shadows enveloping Murong Fu.

Shui Sheng and Ah Jiu have never seen such fantastic martial arts moves, and they were fascinated for a while, but after watching for a while, they were already bored and nauseated, and hurriedly turned their heads away, not daring to look at it again.

Chongxu Daoist is face was puzzled, Murong Fu's martial arts were obviously extremely angry, but it also contained a pure Taoist internal strength, and he couldn't think of what kind of martial arts Murong Fu used for a while.

However, it was really difficult for these two people to be able to cultivate such a complex move to the point where they could still be able to strike a few feet.

Master Fang Zheng's palm power was round and wishful, condensed but not dispersed, Murong Fu's Nine Yin White Bone Claw only relied on deep internal strength, after all, it was still not a stunt that the enemy had practiced for decades, and after a while, it had gradually fallen into disadvantage.

Murong Fu knew in his heart that if he wanted to break this thousand hands, the Six-Vein Divine Sword was the best, but at this moment, he could no longer use the Six-Vein Divine Sword, and his mind turned, Murong Fu suddenly turned upside down, penetrated his legs, and kicked several times in a row "Mandarin Duck Chain Legs".

Although these moves were ordinary, they were extremely powerful, and each kick could shatter the palm shadow of Master Fang Zheng by several pieces.

Master Fang Zheng was slightly stunned, he didn't expect that Murong Fu would come to a clumsy trick, and immediately changed his hands, and slapped several palms in a row, only to see that his palm wind suddenly changed, looming, and uncertain.

Although there are still the shadows of a thousand hands, there is a slight difference in them, Murong Fu kicked and shattered a palm shadow, and another palm shadow was born immediately.

Murong Fu was surprised in his heart, if it goes on like this, no matter how deep the internal force is, it will not help, not to mention that Master Fang Zheng has cultivated the Yi Jin Sutra for many years, although he has not achieved great success, but the internal force is already perfect, and the depth is not below him.

Immediately, the toes of his legs were sick, and the Dao Dao strength went towards the big acupoint on Master Fang Zheng's chest.

Master Fang Zheng was taken aback, although his palm technique was exquisite, but if he kicked him first, his old life would have been half gone, and he wanted to change his move temporarily but said in advance that he only used one move, seeing that Murong Fu's foot had already kicked in front of him, Master Fang Zheng had no choice but to withdraw and retreat.

Murong regained his body, stood up, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly, "Master, can the junior be regarded as taking the master's move?"

Master Fang Zheng pondered for a long time, "Murong Gongzi's internal strength is so deep, there are few enemies in the world, Lao Wei admires it!

Murong Fu saw that his face was calm, obviously he didn't care about winning or losing, he couldn't help but secretly admire, and said in his mouth: "The master is serious, the younger generation in this battle has taken a trick, and the master has not really made a move." ”

Master Fang Zheng shook his head, "Otherwise, if the old man has been cultivating the 'Thousand Hands Like Palm' for decades, this move will be equivalent to the old man's lifelong mastery, and it is not only one move, but also a thousand moves, and it is indeed the old man who has failed!"

Murong Fu was still waiting to talk about it, but Chongxu Dao Chang waved his hand, "Okay, okay, defeat is defeat, there is nothing to fight for, Murong Gongzi is young, and his martial arts have been among the top in the world, I just hope that you can stick to the right path, don't fall into the evil path!"

Murong Fu rolled his eyes slightly, thinking to himself, who can tell the difference between right and evil, but this old man has a very good relationship with Zhang Sanfeng, and immediately arched his hand and said: "Don't worry, the younger generation has its own measure." ”

How could Daoist Chongxu not see that Murong Fu was perfunctory, but Murong Fu didn't have any intimate relationship with him, so it was inconvenient to say more, and he sighed secretly in his heart, it was a pity that such a talent was not owned by my righteous path......

Daoist Chongxu and Master Fang Zheng are extremely trustworthy people, saying that if they don't mention saving people, they won't mention saving people, so they immediately quit and left.

Cheng Qingzhu saw that Murong Fu was actually the two top masters in the rivers and lakes who had lost in a row, and immediately stepped forward with a smile and arched his hand: "Murong Gongzi is young, and his martial arts are so high, it is really rare in the world." ”

Seeing that Wei Xiaobao ran out of the carriage after the fight, he was disdainful, such an unpopular sycophant can also be photographed, hum, look at Lao Tzu!

"Brother Murong's miraculous skills are like a god descending from heaven, don't say that there is no one in the world today, even in thousands of years, I am afraid that there is only one brother Murong, the younger brother can know Brother Murong, it is really a blessing in thirty lifetimes, and the eighteenth generation of ancestors is blessed......"

Cheng Qingzhu's face froze, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes when he looked at Wei Xiaobao.

Murong Fu's body trembled, only to feel that a layer of goosebumps had fallen all over his body, and his face immediately turned pale, "Hugh Duo, let's hurry up!"

Wei Xiaobao smiled, and suddenly remembered that the timid coachman had already been scared away, and his face was bitter, so he had to be the coachman himself.