Sang Jie shook his head without thinking about it: "No, this is the foundation of the town faction, and outsiders can't pass it on!"

The two stood in the hall and talked, on the left there was Ao Bai against the undefeated Dongfang, and the vigor was flying, and on the right there were Chen Nan and Emperor Hu dealing with the six lamas, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, but whether it was the strength or the sword qi, when they arrived near the two of them, they automatically dissipated away.

Murong Fu still didn't give up, "Why don't we stop it, if this son wins, you will pass the big mudra to me, if you win, I will pass you a 'One Yang Finger' stunt!"

The Western Regions is not far from Dali, and the "One Yang Finger" is the stunt of Megatron Tiannan, and he has heard of it, and he is also moved for a while, but he still can't make up his mind.

Murong Fu added lightly, "Master Fei has no confidence in his martial arts!"

As soon as these words came out, when the time poked at Sang Jie's heart, he asked himself that in addition to the few old monsters hidden in Tantra, looking at the Central Plains, there were almost no invincible opponents, although this young man had a good temperament,

But his internal strength is not as good as his own, and his martial arts attainments are far worse than his own, so it shouldn't be difficult to beat him, but Murong Fu dares to make a bet like this, there must be something to rely on.

Murong Fu saw that his expression changed, and said quietly: "Since the master doesn't dare to gamble, then forget it!"

Sang Jiedeng's face was anxious, "Why don't you dare to bet, this seat is blocked with you! It's just that how do you ensure that the cheats you give for a while are not fake?"

Murong Fu smiled secretly in his heart, this is not comparable, you know that this prince is going to give you the cheats! But the expression on his face remains the same, "You can swear to the Buddha that if the cheats for the master are fake, you will go to hell after death!"

Although Murong Fu's oath was not binding, Sang Jie believed in Buddhism and was convinced of it, and nodded slowly, "Come on!"

Murong Fu was stunned, "Master, you haven't sworn yet!"

Sang Jie was stunned for a moment, and then anger flashed in his eyes, "Do you think this seat will lose?"

Murong Fu was secretly amused, seeing that you are also polite, how could you be so arrogant, but he said humbly: "What if!

Sang Jie replied slightly impatiently: "If the big handprint passed to Murong Gongzi is fake, then this seat will not be able to live beyond death!"

Murong Fu was slightly stunned, in this way, the oath of the two of them is not very binding, I just hope that this Sang Jie is really a high-ranking monk, and he does not dare to violate his oath.

Sang finished his oath and glanced at Murong Fu, "You are a junior, this seat will let you strike first!"

Murong Fu would not be polite to him, and immediately raised his hand and shook it, and in an instant, a strong palm volley struck the door of Sang Jiemian.

Sang Jie did not move, and when his palm reached the front of him, he suddenly opened his mouth and shouted, "Drink!"

The palm power disappeared when he landed.

Murong Fuden was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help asking, "What kind of martial arts are you?"

Sang Jie smiled slightly, "This is one of the stunts of this sect, called 'True Words', and it is also a kind of 'Mahamudra'. ”

Murong Fu was amazed, although Shicai simply "drank", but he felt that Sang Jie's "drink" was different from other sonic martial arts.

The mulberry knot concentrates the true qi in one point and spits it out from the mouth, which is very powerful, it is really ...... It's really handsome and practical! For a while, I was looking forward to the "big mudra" even more.

Although Sang Jie's face was indifferent, his heart was turbulent, and he could clearly feel the depth of Murong Fu's internal strength, which was not below him at all, and his "drink" seemed to be powerful.

In fact, he took advantage of the point of breaking his palm, and immediately didn't dare to say anything to let him make the first move, he made a few strange gestures with both hands, and pushed out a palm towards Murong Fu without much sound.

It was still a hazy palm print phantom floating towards Murong Fu.

Murong Fu was in a big heart, his breathing gradually felt depressed, and he sensed it slightly, but he found that several true qi vortices had gradually formed around him, and the palm prints were still a few feet away.

Although Murong Fu didn't know what the principle was, the index fingers of both hands hurriedly poked out, and "snorted" several Yang finger fingers and shot towards the True Qi Vortex.

But after hearing a few extremely subtle "zizi" sounds, the true qi vortex shattered one after another, and the palm prints in the air suddenly became weak.

Murong Fu pointed out with two fingers again, and the condensed finger force shot at the palm of the palm print one after another, and there was a "bang", and the palm print dissipated instantly.

Sang Jie was stunned, "How do you know the weakness of this sect?"

"Do you want to tell you that my son's spiritual sense is strong?" Murong Fu shrugged his shoulders and said lightly: "Feeling!"

Sang Jie no longer dared to underestimate Murong Fu, and immediately changed his hands one after another, pinching his handprints extremely quickly. Murong Fu would give him time to pinch his handprint, and immediately his body moved, and he was already bullied, and he made a move without a shadowless divine fist.

Sang Jie was startled, and he also hurriedly moved his body, and the action in his hand became, pinching it with one hand, and slapping out the palm print with the other, although the power of the palm print was much less, but the speed was extremely fast, and it was just a snap of his fingers, and it was actually three palm prints flying towards Murong Fu together.

Murong Fu slid two steps to the left, dodging the palm print, but Sang Jie also took the opportunity to distance himself from him.

For a while, everyone in the hall was fighting very lively, Murong Fu and Sang Jie were chasing one and the other was running, and at the same time, the palm prints and fists were constantly shadowing.

Dongfang Undefeated and Ao Bai one is extremely fast, the other is extremely defensive, and the other is born with divine power, the two of them fought hard, and the surrounding energy flew away, and Ao Bai kicked on the pillar, which would even cause the hall to shake slightly.

Wei Xiaobao stared at Ao Bai in horror, and said in his mouth: "Your Majesty, these heavenly martial arts masters, will they tear down this imperial study?"

Kangxi heard him scold everyone in, and glared at him slightly, "Hugh is talking nonsense!"

Wei Xiaobao also realized that he had said the wrong thing, and immediately smiled, "The slave said that he worships that traitor! If they continue to fight like this, if the imperial study collapses, we won't survive!"

Kangxi was also extremely worried in his heart, but at this moment, he was already holding the mentality of becoming a benevolent if he didn't succeed, and said lightly: "If these people succeed, I won't be able to live!"

Wei Xiaobao thought to himself, if you want to die, everyone will die together, there are so many martial arts masters to bury themselves, and it is not unjust to come to this world for a trip.

Although I thought like this in my heart, my eyes still involuntarily looked in the direction of the temple gate.

Murong Fu chased Sang Jie for a while, and couldn't help but secretly admire, this Sang Jie's light skills are really not bad, you must know that his light skills are also among the best in the world.

Although there are reasons for being restrained by his palm print at this moment, I have to say that Sang Jie's light skills also have their own uniqueness, at least they are not worse than the cranes in the clouds.