However, all these things that belonged to traps in Liu Yu's eyes were not a matter in Feng Po's eyes. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Feng Po is not very old, just a young man, at the age of twenty-six or seventeen, he has already gained a reputation for his outstanding skills.

People on the rivers and lakes are saying that Feng Po can become famous, not because of the background of Longhu Mountain, but Longhu Mountain can sit side by side with Shaolin Temple, of which Feng Po is indispensable.

Feng Po was unwilling to be the follower of the original monk of Shaolin Temple, and after glancing at the graceful Miao Jiang girl beside him, he stood up on his own and said to King Kui: "Your Highness, things in the martial arts have always been decided by the sword, since we have all come here, please give us a piece of the pie, don't want to swallow the secrets here!"

His words were full of urgency, obviously not taking King Kui, a first-class grandmaster in the martial arts, in his eyes, and he was really a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers.

Although Hua Liuyu was younger than him, she was calm, she looked at Feng Po nervously, and said to Monk Fayuan: "Master, we young people are not sensible, it is up to you to explain our intention to Your Highness!"

After hearing this, the monk Fayuan secretly felt proud in his heart, and when it came to his status in the martial arts, the people of Shaolin Temple were still slightly higher than Longhu Mountain.

He hurriedly said, "Okay! Good ......."

"Master, slow down!" Feng Po was dissatisfied with the practice of stirring up the mud with the rain, and interrupted the Fayuan monk with his words, "I don't care if it's King Kui or any other king standing here, in short, we are here, but all the benefits must have our share." ”

Speaking of this, he didn't forget to use the topic to play, "You older generation of Jianghu people are hypocritical, even if you have something in your heart, you don't dare to say it openly, you always have to put on a lot of false etiquette and greetings, I see, there is no need at all!"

Monk Fayuan was quite embarrassed when he heard this. He turned his eyes to look at King Kui, and saw that King Kui's face was by no means better than him.

King Kui was so angry that his face turned blue, it was the first time he had met such a rude junior, and he dared to be so rude to himself. However, he is now trapped, and if he rashly offends him, he may provoke these people to attack him, and he will inevitably fall into an extremely dangerous situation.

Thinking of this, he forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart, smiled and pinched his orchid fingers, and sang a song leisurely, "The spring breeze blows on the willow bank, the peach blossoms bloom to see the restaurant, and you can sell a pot of wine." I don't want to drink alone, I want to whisper to the young man under the flowers, my fingers are interlocked, and my voice is in my heart. ”

He borrowed words to mean that he was willing to share the secrets in this ancestral hall with the three of them, as long as he spoke well.

Feng Po frowned when he heard this, he had already heard people say that this King Kui was an old goblin, an old man in his sixties, but he was dressed like a young girl.

However, although this person's appearance did not appeal to him, his words revealed a compromise after all. Thinking of this, he no longer forced the question, but said, "Since this is the case, then I will not say more." In short, as long as we are all in this ancestral hall, then everything must be discussed together. ”

After hearing this, King Kui smiled and nodded, "This is natural!"

At the same time, he has been secretly exercising. He was well versed in the principles of martial arts, and after several attempts, he finally came up with a method that could run the true qi according to the method on the god master card without cutting off the meridians by himself. When he broke the shackles under his feet, the three guys in front of him who didn't know the importance should taste the bitter fruit of their brewing.

Perhaps because he has stayed in the Dharma Monastery of Shaolin Temple for too long and has little experience in the world, he is not good at observing words and feelings. Although he stood at the front, he could not detect anything unusual in King Kui's expression. After hearing King Kui's readily agreed, he felt extremely happy, "Your Highness doesn't have to worry too much, in fact, we are just acting on the orders of the heads of our respective sects, as long as Your Highness does not shy away from us, then we are willing to listen to Your Highness." ”

After hearing this, King Kui pondered slightly, "Well, I have written down everything you said. ”

Right now, it only takes a few breaths for him to be able to run the true qi in his body according to the method on the god master card for a week, and then the restraints under his feet will be broken.

Thinking of this, an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Liu Yu stood quietly on the side, although he didn't want to help King Kui, he didn't know the details of those three people. The bloody storm he experienced in the grassland made him understand that being famous and decent is just a word, and if the people in it have not had deep friendships, they usually can't say good and bad.

Monk Fayuan raised his arm across the threshold, wanting to put his five fingers on the top of King Kui's skull, and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, I have to offend, Your Highness!"

King Kui recognized that this person wanted to use a Shaolin stunt called "Bodhi Seal". The name of Bodhi is Bodhi, but it is a very vicious kung fu. Anyone who has been given the Bodhi Seal will have the qi and blood in his body flowing backwards three times a day, which is painful, and only the person who has applied the seal can use special techniques to relieve the pain.

"Master, I am afraid that you are not doing this as a compassionate way of the monks!" King Kui forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, he knew that at the moment, if he made a slight miscalculation, he would make a mistake and become a thousand years of hatred, so he planned to delay the other party's time with words.

"Your Highness, I'm sorry, let's put the villain first and then the gentleman, after all, your martial arts are much higher than the three of us!" Monk Fayuan was unmoved, he had been in Shaolin for more than 40 years, studying martial arts all day, not reading many Buddhist scriptures, and had little interest in the so-called compassion.

Senior brother Monk Fayan often advised him to recite Buddha and meditate, but he knew in his heart that his senior brother was just talking about it, but in fact, he was very happy about the kung fu that he was good at every day. After all, a martial arts sect as big as Shaolin Temple, if there are not a few people who can calm the scene, I am afraid that they will laugh and be generous on the rivers and lakes.

"Okay!" King Kui's expression was gloomy, and he sang sadly: "It's a pity that the Wujiang River is rolling, and the concubine is crying like blood......"

The sound of his word "blood" had not yet fallen, and the five fingers of the monk Fayuan had already been imprinted on the top of his skull.

Monk Fayuan shook his fingers, wanting to punch the Bodhi seal into King Kui's skull. only heard a snapping sound, and King Kui's head suddenly split under his blow, turning into pieces of sawdust, scattered on the ground, and his real body was gone.

"Puppet prosthetics!" Monk Fayuan shouted.

He had long heard that King Kui had incorporated the magic tricks of Western Persia into his martial arts, and created the famous "Thousand Illusions". But hearing about it and seeing it with your own eyes are two different things, and those who have heard about it will be surprised at best, but most of the people who have seen it with your own eyes will not end well.

"Be careful!" Feng Po and Hua Liuyu shouted in unison.

Just when Monk Fayuan was distracted, King Kui suddenly appeared behind him, and the sword light flashed from his waist. The sword light did not directly stab at the old monk, but rushed out towards the sky, turning into a dazzling light.

This move is the proud trick in King Kui's secret sword, "Secret Sword, Heavy Building"!

Feng Po wanted to save Monk Fayuan, because if Fayuan died, then the next people to die would be him and Hua Liuyu. But he watched King Kui pull out his sword, but he didn't have time to step forward to intercept it, and then he realized that the martial arts realms of the two were very different.

It was the first time since he was born that he felt a real sense of frustration, and it taught him a lesson, a lesson from a true master.

Hua Qianxue understood the gap in her martial arts, so she simply didn't make a move, but stretched out her hand to the medicine bag on her waist.

Liu Yu was not very far away, and with a fan of his nose, he could already smell the faint pungent smell from the other party's medicine bag. This is a truly poisonous medicine, which can seal the throat with blood!