Murong Fu's face was expressionless, his hands were spread, and when he boarded the time, the strong wind in the hall surged, and within a radius of a few zhang, everyone's blades trembled and buzzed, and then they swiped it, and they flew out automatically, all of them converged on the top of Murong Fu's head.

"Since you are going to eliminate the demon guard, let this seat be a demon!" Murong Fu's voice seemed to come from Jiuyou, cold without a trace of emotion, "Go!"

"Snort" There was a loud sound, and more than 100 blades above Murong Fu's head flew out at the same time, the momentum was so fierce and the moves were so subtle that they could only see the hearts of everyone in the hall swaying, and they couldn't help but sigh at their swordsmanship, even the Tianshan Tong on the side also stopped chasing and killing Huashan disciples, and looked at Murong Fu's actions in a daze, and had another layer of understanding of Murong Fu's martial arts in his heart.

Seeing that nearly a hundred disciples of the Quanzhen Sect were about to die in Murong Fu's hands, at this moment, an extremely old voice sounded in the hall, "Little friend, stay a line, and see each other in the future, you are so desperate to kill them all, I'm afraid something is wrong!"

The voice was ethereal, as if it were close at hand, and as if it were far away, elusive.

But the next moment, a wave of energy suddenly set off in the hall, as if it was overwhelming, and everywhere it passed, everyone was thrown out one after another, even a group of Quanzhen Sect disciples were no exception, the speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it had already arrived in front of Murong Fu.

The blades flying in the sky plunged headlong into the qi waves, but they entered the mud cow and entered the sea, and in the blink of an eye, they were silent, and the qi waves crashed into Murong Fu without slowing down.

"What kind of person is pretending to be a ghost!" Murong Fu shouted loudly, immediately bent his legs slightly, drew a circle in the air with his left hand, and slowly pushed out his right hand with a palm.

"Roar!" I heard a dull popping sound, and a golden palm like a small mountain flew out, hitting the air wave in an instant.

There was a loud "bang", the air waves flew, the palm power scattered, and the entire hall seemed to tremble.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, everyone looked fixedly, but saw a tall and thin old man with silver hair standing in front of Murong Fu, he was dressed in a white robe, his face was ruddy, his crane hair was childish, and there was a faint halo on his body, and a temperament of fairy wind and bones was spontaneously born.

At this time, Murong Fu and the old man wanted to take the palm of their hands, and it was obvious that the two were fighting against each other.

"Who is Your Excellency?" Murong Fu's face was slightly ruddy, obviously not easy to face the old man.

The old man just smiled and shook his head, but did not speak. However, Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi behind him widened their eyes in disbelief, and shouted excitedly, "Master...... Division......"

I don't know if I was too excited and willing, but the "teacher" didn't call out the latter word several times.

Murong Fu's eyes moved slightly, his face became extremely surprised, and he exclaimed, "You are Wang Chongyang?"

"Wang Chongyang?"

"Zhongshentong Wang Chongyang?"

"Isn't he dead? Is he really an immortal?"

......

For a while, everyone in the hall turned their heads and whispered, but the things discussed were all shocked and inexplicable, and they were very shocked.

The white-clothed old man just smiled faintly and nodded slightly.

"How could you not be dead!" Murong Fu couldn't help but ask, he never expected that Wang Chongyang, the founding patriarch of the Quanzhen Sect, was still alive, and just when he was about to kill the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, he suddenly appeared, this Liang Zi is very big.

Wang Chongyang raised his eyebrows slightly, "Xiaoyou, it's better to be careful!"

"I know without you reminding me!" Since he had torn his face, Murong Fu had nothing to be polite about, and immediately the dantian Zhenyuan surged, and he raised a little more strength.

Wang Chongyang's face flashed with surprise, and he said with appreciation, "Xiaoyou can have this attainment at a young age, it is really rare, if you can change your style of acting, you will be able to make great achievements in the future and bring happiness to the people in the world." ”

"Hmph, Your Excellency, it's better not to rely on the old and sell the old!" Murong Fu said angrily, but his heart was very shocked, since the condensation of Zhenyuan, he had a feeling of "being at the top", and even felt that there would be no opponents in the world, but he didn't expect to meet the legendary Wang Chongyang today, and the other party's internal strength was so deep that he actually gave himself a bottomless feeling.

"Young people, the most taboo is not to have a sense of awe!" Wang Chongyang said with a smile.

"I just don't believe in this evil!" Murong Fu snorted coldly, and his whole body surged out of the Northern Soul True Yuan, and at the same time, his legs kicked the ground violently, and he even used the power of his physical body.

Wang Chongyang was slightly stunned, he thought that Murong Fu had all his skills before, but he didn't expect that a new force would hit him immediately, is this kid a bottomless pit?

Wang Chongyang looked at Murong Fu in a daze, with an extremely surprised look, and only sighed slightly after a while, "There are talents in the Jiangshan generation, I didn't expect that this generation would produce such a strange talent and demon as you, I'm afraid that even if I am thirty years younger, I may not be your opponent." ”

For a while, everyone in the hall gasped, Wang Chongyang, the fairy-like number one master in the world, was not Murong Fu's opponent, so how high was his martial arts?

As for the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, they were all overjoyed, and their eyes kept looking at Wang Chongyang, and it was exactly the same as the portrait hung in the Patriarch Hall, and even a little more dusty, and for a while, they all had a feeling of being extremely Tailai.

Murong Fu was secretly proud in his heart, but his face did not show the slightest, and he just asked lightly, "It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that after Wang Chongyang pretended to be dead and successfully attacked Ouyang Feng, he really swallowed his breath, how could you still be alive?

"Hmm, how did you know about fake death?" Wang Chongyang's face was shocked, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Qiu Chuji.

Qiu Chuji shook his head blankly.

Then he was shocked and excited, and said, "Master...... Master, is it really you?"

His shoulders were already gently swaying, but Wang Chuyi was crying loudly, "Master, disciple...... Disciple is so concerned about you......"

"Okay, the two of you are also masters of life, crying and crying, and you are not afraid of disciple jokes!" Wang Chongyang glared at the two of them angrily, and said in a gentle reproach.

"Yes, yes, I didn't expect to see Master again in my lifetime, disciple is really ...... I'm so excited!" The two hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes and laughed.

Unexpectedly, Wang Chongyang had such an expression on his face, stroked his white beard and said, "Your eighteen palms of dragon descent are always called flowers to pass you on, right?"

"How do you know?" Murong Fu frowned slightly, he got the news of the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon from Hong Qigong, few people knew about it, and he had never passed it on to the outside world, could it be that Hong Qigong himself said it?

"Hehe!" Wang Chongyang smiled slightly, a hint of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, "There are only a few people in the world who can descend dragons with eighteen palms, and only he will pass on fifteen palms and keep three moves." ”

"Do you know this?" Murong Fu couldn't help but be shocked, and his face was full of doubt.

"You don't know?" Wang Chongyang also glanced at Murong Fu unexpectedly, and then nodded, "It's not a secret, the eighteen palms of the dragon descending seem simple, and there is no connection between one palm and one style, but in fact, there is another mystery, and the clumsiness is both clumsy and ingenious." ”

Murong Fu's heart relaxed slightly, and he nodded slowly, only then did he remember that Hong Qigong had also said this question before, the eighteen palms and eighteen moves of the dragon descending seemed to have no connection, but they were closely related to each other, and they could also affect the power of the palms.

But immediately, Murong Fu's heart became puzzled again, he really wanted their lives when he attacked the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect before, but now this Wang Chongyang talked to him with a pleasant face, this didn't seem appropriate, he couldn't help frowning and said, "You almost killed your disciples and disciples before, you don't want to say something?"

"Hehe, Xiaoyou is too worried, the old man is not an unreasonable person, they trespassed on the territory of your palace, but their skills are not as good as others, even if they die in the hands of Xiaoyou, they are to blame, and they can't complain about others!" Wang Chongyang said something that surprised Murong Fu.

As for Qiu Chuji and the others behind him, they were ashamed.

Wang Chongyang continued, "It's just that the old man has a doubt, and I hope that the little friend will solve it!"

"It's coming!" Murong Fu's heart sank.

"I heard that the Murong family has secretly done a lot of things in recent years, I don't know if Xiaoyou can tell me the reason. Wang Chongyang asked faintly.

Murong Fu's eyes froze, and he glanced at Wang Chongyang deeply, "There are some things that seniors still don't need to know." ”

"Oh, do you want to say that the more you know, the faster you will die?" Wang Chongyang laughed, "Don't worry, Xiaoyou, Lao Dao has lived for such a long time, even if he suddenly dies today, he will be very blind." ”

"What about them?" Murong Fu glanced at everyone in the hall with a faint gaze, and more of them stayed on the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect and the disciples of the Huashan Sect.

"This ......" Wang Chongyang was slightly stunned, and then nodded slowly after a while, "Can you take a step to speak?"

He understood what Murong Fu meant, and the previous position of the Ethereal Peak was just that, if he let these people hear any more important information, it would be a situation of endless death.

Yue Buqun's eyes flickered slightly, not knowing what he was thinking, but Qiu Chuji was very curious, thinking about the reason why Master came here.

"Hmph, no!" Murong Fu snorted lightly and coldly, he didn't know the depth of Wang Chongyang, so he wouldn't agree to any of his requests at will.

"You really don't go?" Wang Chongyang frowned slightly, he didn't expect Murong Fu to refuse so simply, "There is a good thing in the old way, but it is beneficial to the Murong family!"

"Who knows what tricks you old man plays!" Murong Fu secretly slandered in his heart, but he shook his head and said lightly, "Don't go!"

"The old way has a way!" Wang Chongyang was not angry, and suddenly smiled after a long silence, "These unsuccessful disciples of the old way are temporarily detained in the Vulture Palace, if the little friends are dissatisfied with the old way afterwards, you can let them stay here for a long time! As for these fellow Taoists of the Huashan faction, it is better to let them go!"

"That's not good, these people are bold and reckless, and they can't let it go!" Murong Fu still shook his head and said with a resolute face.