The two of them exchanged palms, and a faint ripple visible to the naked eye appeared, and the surrounding bookshelves suddenly collapsed, making an earth-shattering sound.

The silence of the night was completely broken.

Murong Bo suddenly felt bad, not only did his palm fail to knock the other party away as expected, but on the contrary, he could feel that the opponent's palm power was like the waves of the Yangtze River, surging towards him wave after wave, completely unstoppable.

What kind of kung fu is this?

Murong Bo frowned, and the force in his hand was strengthened, just now he was slightly underestimated by the enemy, and seeing that the other party was just a young man, he used seven points of internal strength.

However, he strengthened it, and Xu Yang also strengthened it, and the strong internal force was like a huge wave, almost engulfing Murong Bo in an instant.

At the last moment, Murong Bo was forced to become a monk and "turn the stars", and wanted to reverse the internal force that hit like a tide back to Xu Yang's side.

The roll does not move.

Murong Bo felt that the so-called mayflies shaking the trees in the ancient books were nothing more than that.

He only felt that he had practiced hard for decades, and he was confident that he could rival the internal strength of any master in the rivers and lakes today.

Water can plant a boat or overturn a boat, if usual, the opponent's internal strength is not as good as Murong Bo or the gap is not large, he naturally has the spare strength to fight back, "Fighting the stars and shifting" can often work, and the killing is so successful that the army cannot be defeated.

However, tonight, his opponent was too strong, so powerful that he didn't expect it, and "Dou Zhuan Xing Shift" also lost its former sharpness at this time.

Fortunately, Murong Bo was extremely experienced in dealing with the enemy, and after a try, he knew that he was invincible, so he immediately changed the way he used the internal force allocation, and drove the monstrous palm power to the ground, successfully transferring most of the attacking internal force.

The confluence of the two terrifying internal forces almost shattered the Nanmu floor on the third floor of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion at once, making an earth-shattering sound.

The entire Pavilion trembled at this.

But after all, "Dou Zhuan Xing" failed to completely resist the trick of "seeing the dragon in the field".

The only remaining three points of palm power were still not something that Murong Bo, who had exhausted his previous strength and had not yet been born, could resist it, and with a "boom", he had been knocked backwards and slammed into the wall.

A mouthful of crimson blood spurted out of his mouth, flowing all over Murong Bo's placket, dyeing his white beard red and white.

Murong Bo was suddenly attacked, and his face was already like gold paper, and it was obvious that he had lost the ability to continue fighting.

"You...... Who the hell are you?"

Murong Bo roared, he had been working hard for decades to sneak into Shaolin to steal martial arts secrets, but he didn't expect to be planted in the hands of such a young man.

This person's martial arts are so terrifying, it's really too much!

He has been amazing since he was a child, and he is recognized as the best talent in the Murong clan in a hundred years.

But after decades of penance, he can't stop his opponent's palm?

Xu Yang arched his hand and said: "Mr. Murong, when we meet for the first time, the younger generation gathers Xianzhuang and You Tanzhi. ”

Very polite, but the tone is as cold as ice.

Murong Bo's triangular eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't try to deny his identity, since the opponent could call out his identity in one mouth, this matter must not be good tonight.

Fang Cai's palm technique seems to be somewhat familiar, but he has never seen it.

The Murong family has a huge collection of books, and there are very few of the most powerful palm techniques on the rivers and lakes that he has never seen.

And Xu Yang's palm just now is obviously not Buddhist kung fu, so the answer is very clear.

"You use the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descendant?"

Xu Yang smiled and said nothing, it was in vain to talk to a dying person.

Murong Bo undoubtedly guessed his thoughts, and his heart was tense again.

Fortunately, he still has a follow-up move.

"If you are willing to give me the secrets of the "Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon", I will ensure that you will be rich and prosperous all your life, and you will be able to read the thousands of various secrets in the Shishui Pavilion in the village, and you can read them for three days!"

can't beat it, it's so convenient, Murong Bo doesn't believe that there are people in the world who can't be bought.

The martial arts secrets in the Water Pavilion are fatal to people in the martial arts just by listening to the name.

However, he was wrong.

Xu Yang still stared at him with a smile, not looking anxious at all, but said: "Uncle Murong is really generous, but the juniors have no interest in martial arts secrets or anything. The world is so big, there are not too many good things in the Water Pavilion, and the younger generation is not sensitive!"

When Murong Bo heard his words, he was quite disrespectful to Shi Shui Pavilion, and he was furious in his heart.

However, he was very deep in the city, and knew that this was not a good time to turn his face.

If one move doesn't work, then immediately change to another move, Murong Bo immediately said: "Also, Your Excellency is so young, and your martial arts are already amazing, Your Excellency will naturally not care about ordinary martial arts secrets." Then the old man will change the condition, do you know that my Murong family has accumulated dozens of generations, and it can be said that it is rich and rivals the country. If you join forces with me to help my Murong family regain the throne, I will allow you to be a prince and be hereditary!"

However, this incomparable condition in Murong Bo's eyes was not as attractive to Xu Yang as the previous martial arts secrets.

"Tianlong Babu World" is just a small world, maybe Xu Yang will come back to see it if there is a chance in the future, but that's all.

There is Ren Yingying waiting for him in the world of "*", and there is also "Cuiyu Yellow Shirt" Huo Qingtong in the world of "Snow Mountain Flying Fox", and except for the two sworn brothers, there seems to be no special attraction here.

Besides, what kind of prince and duke's is just a flower in the mirror, and it is completely empty.

A blank check is not as useful as a point in hand.

"Old Mr. Murong. Unconsciously, Xu Yang's tone was already three points more sarcastic: "You should have rested enough, right?

Murong Bo laughed, he was indeed delaying time so that the churning breath in his chest and abdomen could be calmed.

Otherwise, even if Xu Yang let him leave, he would definitely not be able to run far.

Murong Bo took advantage of the laughter, and several silver needles had already rushed out between his hands, and went straight to Xu Yang's upper, middle and lower three roads.

Then, before he could see what the result was, he took out a strange-looking pill and threw it to the ground.

With a bang, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was suddenly on fire, and the Buddhist scriptures were flammable, and a raging fire ignited in an instant.

This is the golden cicada's plan to get out of its shell.

Xu Yangneng came to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion late at night, and kept saying that Murong Bo was stealing secrets, so even if he was not a member of the Shaolin faction, he was also a master of the Shaolin faction.

Since this was the case, he would definitely not be able to sit idly by and watch the books in the Scripture Pavilion being consumed by the fire, so Murong Bo used this "Fire Separation Pill" to save his life.

This is what he got from a stranger many years ago with a peerless science.

"Leaving the Fire Pill" took off, and Murong Bo also jumped backwards and jumped out of the window.

Xu Yang dodged the silver needle, and he already saw a sea of fire.

He was stunned, he really didn't expect Murong Bo to be so ruthless.

But if he gave up fighting the fire and chased after Murong Bo, he was really embarrassed.

After all, all kinds of Buddhist scriptures and secrets in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion are treasures that are difficult to regenerate, and once they are burned, it will be a big loss for both Wulin and Buddhism.

This kind of loss, no matter how generous the Shaolin faction is, will inevitably be attributed to themselves.

Besides, if it is to hunt down a Murong Bo and let the Hidden Scripture Pavilion be burned down, it is inevitable that there will be a suspicion of fishing in troubled waters.

Who knows if Murong Bo jumped over the wall in a hurry to set this fire to it, or if you set fire to destroy the evidence in order to steal the scriptures?

Fortunately, Xu Yang did not leave a backhand.

Thinking of this, he didn't think too much about it, Xu Yang had already taken off his coat and burst into flames.

As for Murong Bo, a grim smile had already appeared on the corner of his mouth.

If he wasn't prepared, why did he waste so much time trying to convince Xiao Yuanshan?

The fire is indeed not small, but because Xu Yang put out the fire in time, it was much smaller in a short time.

At this time, in the silence, an old monk with a white beard walked up the stairs slowly with a broom in hand.

"Amitabha, do evil. The sweeping monk recited the Buddhist scriptures, the broom in his hand flew, and a huge internal force gushed out, and the few remaining flames had been completely extinguished in an instant.

However, although the fire was extinguished, dozens of Buddhist scriptures were still burned, and even more were destroyed on the covers and pages.

The sweeping monk's eyes revealed a faint sadness, he had taken care of these books and Buddhist scriptures for a long time, and many of them had been read and even annotated, as if they were his own children.

"Meet the seniors!" Xu Yang also guessed who he was, but he didn't know it, so he stepped forward and arched his hand.

Although the attitude is sincere, there is not much respect.

But his approach made the sweeping monk very satisfied.

"You entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for two quarters of an hour tonight, and you didn't even want to read a book of martial arts secrets, you are indeed a good boy. The sweeping monk laughed.

For the first time in so many years, he had encountered such a high-minded and arrogant person.

Xu Yang smiled: "It's not my own, I don't want to watch it, and I don't want to learn it." ”

"Good, good, if everyone in the world is like the little donor, with a clear mind and a clean demeanor, how can there be so many disputes and contradictions?"

Xu Yang bowed and said, "The juniors still have something to do, so let's leave for the time being." ”

"Could it be that you want to chase after Murong Shi and Xiao Shizhu?"

"Uncle Xiao is a junior secret son, so naturally there is no need to pursue, then Murong Bo is the number one villain in the world, and the junior must catch him with his own hands!" Xu Yang said categorically.

"That's good, fortunately the old man didn't hurt the two of them. The sweeping monk smiled lightly.

No wonder he didn't show up until he was about to extinguish the fire, it turned out that he had gone to subdue two uninvited guests.

Quickly walked down to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and sure enough, there were two people lying on the ground, it was Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo.

The eyes of the two were wide open, but they fell to the ground and couldn't move, obviously they were pointed at acupuncture points.

It turned out that Xiao Yuanshan had been waiting outside the window on the third floor for a long time, and when Murong Bo had just escaped, he slapped it with his palm.

It's a pity that Murong Bo has long been guarding against this hand, and before he jumped out, he used all kinds of hidden weapons to explore the way first, but Xiao Yuanshan's palm suffered a secret loss and was stabbed by several hidden weapons.

In this way, Xiao Yuanshan, who originally had a slight upper hand, fell into a passive state.

If it weren't for Murong Bo's eagerness to get out, he didn't have any intention of entangling with him too much, but he was afraid that Xiao Yuanshan wouldn't be able to support him for long.

Because those hidden weapons are all quenched with poison.