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[Southern Murong] can be as famous as [Northern Qiao Feng], in addition to Murong Fu's own martial arts is not weak, mainly because Murong Bo used [Dou Zhuan Xing Shift] to beat the invincible opponents all over the Central Plains before he faked his death, and even Gu Mozhi was defeated in his hands.

At this time, hearing Yang Ming say the name [Murong Bo], the heroes present looked at the gray-clothed monk in disbelief, Murong Fu's eyes widened in surprise at first, and then he shouted angrily.

"Young Master Yang Ming, my father has been dead for almost thirty years, how can he be this gray-clothed monk's predecessor?"

The gray-clothed monk said with a long laugh.

"It turns out that the son has long known the identity of the old man, and you just wanted to kill me Fu'er, just to deliberately lure me out. ”

The gray-clothed monk stretched out his hand to tear down the curtain, revealing a face with clear eyes and white eyebrows.

Looking at Murong Bo's true face, Murong Fu showed a confused expression on his face.

When Murong Bo faked his death, Murong Fu was just a young baby, and he naturally didn't remember what Murong Bo looked like.

Murong Fu couldn't recognize Murong Bo, but Gongye Qian, Bao Wei, Turmoil, and Deng Baichuan would not forget the appearance of this old master.

"Sir!

"It turns out that the master is not dead yet!"

"Childe, he is really your father!"

"Subordinate Deng Baichuan has seen the master!"

Hearing the words of the four generals, Murong Fu believed Murong Bo's identity.

But then, his chest was filled with rage.

Although he didn't know why Murong Bo faked his death, he not only hid it from his son, but also from his wife.

Murong Fu's mother not only stayed widowed for a few years, but finally died of depression.

If it weren't for Murong Bo who saved him from Yang Ming just now, Murong Fu really wanted to get up and question this father who didn't do his nurturing grace to him.

At this moment, the sound of breaking the air was heard. A figure fell between Yang Ming and Murong Bo in a leap, it was Gu Mozhi.

He saluted Murong Bo and said.

"Mr. Murong, as soon as I said goodbye in the past, I heard that Mr. went west, and the little monk mourned. It turns out that Mr. is in seclusion, and there is another deep meaning, and he will meet again today, and he is really happy with the little monk. ”

Murong Bo returned the salute with a fist and smiled.

"Because of his family and country, he faked his death, which made Master Lao worried, and he was really ashamed. ”

"How dare you, how dare you. On the same day, the little monk and Mr. met each other. Speaking of martial arts and swords, Mr. Demeng pointed out for a few days, and the doubts in his life were once fully solved, and he accepted Mr. Cheng to

The gist of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple is given, and it is even more impressive. ”

Murong Bo said with a smile.

"It's a little thing, why bother?"

looked at Yang Ming again and said.

"This boy wanted to kill my child just now, and now he wants to kill the old man. What does the master think?"

Gu Mozhi turned his head and glanced at Yang Ming, lowered his head and said with a sneer.

"The little monk can stand by and be willing to send Mr. Murong to the Western Heaven Elysium with this son. ”

If Murong Bo stole the Shaolin Temple Zhenji Divine Skill [Yijin Sutra] back then and gave it to Gu Mozhi. Gu Mozhi will naturally be grateful to Murong Bo.

It's a pity that Murong Bo only gave Jiu Mozhi [Seventy-two Stunts] from Shaolin Temple.

Gu Mozhi's housekeeping skill [Flame Knife] magic skill is not under the Shaolin Temple's [Seventy-two Stunts], and he didn't really practice [Seventy-two Stunts], but only used [Xiao Wuxianggong] to urge [Seventy-two Stunts] to pretend to be forced.

Back then, Murong Bo gave the [Seventy-two Stunts] to Gu Mozhi, and he also wanted to use Gu Mozhi to verify what the consequences would be when he practiced [Seventy-two Stunts] at the same time, so there was no kindness between Murong Bo and Gu Mozhi.

Hearing that Gu Mozhi actually said that he would kill himself with Yang Ming, Murong Bo's eyes widened suddenly. His eyes looked at Hatomo with wary eyes.

Yang Ming raised his left hand and said in front of Gu Mozhi.

"Although Old Mr. Murong's martial arts are not weak, it is not worth it for me to join forces with the national teacher, and it is enough for me to deal with him alone. ”

"Obey the orders of the Protector of the Metropolis!"

After bowing to him, he retreated to the side of the abbot of Xuanku.

"Old Mr. Murong. Let's let you learn your [Dou Zhuan Xing Shift]!"

With a bang, Yang Ming pulled out the Ziwei soft sword and slashed towards Murong Bo.

Murong Bo stepped back calmly, and at the same time, his right hand hit Yang Ming's chest in the air, and it was the Gusu Murong family's family heirloom skill [Shen He Finger].

With Murong Bo's skill, the [Shen He Finger] finger power was by no means under Duan Yu's [Six Veins Divine Sword] sword qi.

Yang Ming raised his left hand, and his two fingers in the middle of the food were pointed together into a sword, sending out a crimson sword qi towards the [Shenhe Finger] finger force issued by Murong Bo.

Bang bang!

The finger power and sword qi disappeared at the same time after the impact, and Yang Ming's Ziwei soft sword was already less than two zhang away from Murong Bo, and Murong Bo's face showed a solemn expression.

Just now, Yang Ming's finger sword sword qi is no less than a divine weapon, at this time Yang Ming uses a real sword, and the body of Ziwei's soft sword is faintly shining with purple light, which shows that this is a real divine weapon.

Murong Bo didn't dare to use his flesh and blood to fight Ziwei's soft sword, so he could only keep sending out [Shen He Finger] finger power to hit Yang Ming in the air, preventing Yang Ming from shortening the distance between the two.

Seeing that not only Murong Fu was easily defeated by Yang Ming, but even Murong Bo could only hide in front of Yang Ming, the heroes present were even more in awe of Yang Ming's martial arts, and at the same time they also despised the Gusu Murong family.

Although it was impossible for them to defeat Murong Bo and Murong Fu themselves, they were already unknown little people in the rivers and lakes, so they were able to confidently treat Murong Bo and Murong Fu's defeat to Yang Ming as a joke.

Although Murong Bo's light skills were not as good as Duan Yu's [Ling Bo Weibu], his body speed was only one or two points slower than Yang Ming's, plus he kept attacking Yang Ming with his [Shenhe Finger] finger power, so Yang Ming couldn't catch up with Murong Bo in a short period of time.

At the same time that Yang Ming and Murong Bo were chasing and dodging, Wu Xingyun came to the abbot of Xuanku and said.

"Little monk, grandma wants to be the leader of this martial arts alliance, if you Shaolin Temple is not convinced, you can send someone to compete with grandma!"

The abbot of Xuanku, who was also in his sixties, heard Wu Xingyun, whose face was only eighteen, call him [Little Monk]. The corners of his mouth twitched.

At this time, Qiao Feng clenched his fists and said.

"Master, although this Tianshan Tong Grandma senior looks young, she is a senior who is nearly 100 years old!"

Abbot Xuanku nodded, and then saluted Wu Xingyun and said.

"The little monk has seen his predecessors! With the identity and martial arts of his predecessors, I want to be the leader of this martial arts alliance, and my Shaolin Temple is willing to support it! It's just that after my predecessors become the leader of this martial arts alliance, I need to maintain the justice and fairness of the martial arts in the rivers and lakes in the future, and I also need to lead the heroes to defend our Great Song Dynasty when foreign enemies invade. ”

Wu Xingyun's small mouth hooked up and said with a sneer.

"What kind of justice and fairness! Grandma wants to be the leader of this martial arts alliance. If anyone dares to disobey Grandma, the leader of the martial arts alliance, Grandma will plant [Life and Death Talismans] on everyone in his sect. ”

Relying on the power of the [Life and Death Talisman], a total of one hundred and eight sects in the thirty-six caves of the seventy-two islands under the Vulture Palace were all subdued by the Tianshan Tong.

The abbot of Xuanku wants Wu Xingyun to be the leader of the martial arts alliance in name only, and he also wants to be a slave to the various factions of the martial arts in the rivers and lakes to help them preside over justice and justice.

Wu Xingyun wanted to manage the thirty-six caves of the seventy-two islands, and turn all the sects and factions of the Jianghu Martial Arts into the servants of the Vulture Palace.

"If the seniors can't be dedicated to the public, even if the seniors are strong in martial arts, the little monk can't agree to you becoming the leader of the martial arts alliance. ”

Hearing the words of the abbot of Xuanku, Wu Xingyun said with a smile.

"We people in the rivers and lakes use martial arts to win or lose. As long as you can defeat Grandma, you will be the leader of this martial arts alliance!"

After speaking, his figure rushed to the abbot of Xuanku, and waved his right palm towards the abbot's chest.

Although the abbot of Xuanku's martial arts is not weak, he is not even a congenital master, even Xiao Yuanshan can kill him with one palm, and Wu Xingyun's palm power is not something that the abbot of Xuanku can block.

"Senior, stop!"

Qiao Feng shouted angrily and rushed over, pushing the Xuanku Abbot away from Wu Xingyun.

Bang bang!

Although the abbot was saved. But Wu Xingyun's right palm hit Qiao Feng's chest firmly.

Puff -

Qiao Feng spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body jerked back five or six steps.

Finally, Wu Xingyun's subordinates showed mercy. Moreover, Qiao Feng's body protection true qi was no less than that of a grandmaster master, so this palm did not really seriously injure him.

Feng'er!"

Seeing that Qiao Feng was injured in his place, the abbot of Xuanku's eyes widened, glared at Wu Xingyun angrily and said.

"The seniors are so ruthless, what is the difference between them and the evil demons? If a person like the predecessor becomes the leader of the martial arts alliance, I am afraid that it will be a curse or a blessing to the martial arts of the rivers and lakes! Although our Shaolin Temple has no ambition to compete for the leader of the martial arts alliance. But there are also gods and monks who can subdue such foolish people as their predecessors!"

Wu Xingyun's purpose in attacking the abbot of Xuanku was originally to lure out the sweeping monk who was hiding in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, so when she heard the threat of the abbot Xuanku, she immediately said disdainfully.

"If there is really any monk in your Shaolin Temple, then let him come out to see grandma immediately! Grandma planted life and death talismans on all the monks in your Shaolin Temple, and turned you all into servants under the Vulture Palace. ”

The owners of the thirty-six caves on the seventy-two islands also showed their weapons and hidden weapons, and they stared at the monks of the Shaolin Temple one by one.

The abbot of Xuanku sighed, and whispered a few words in Master Xuandu's ear, and Master Xuandu immediately left, and rushed into the Shaolin Temple with light exercises.

At this moment, Yang Ming also blocked Murong Bo's hundreds of [Shenhe Finger] fingers and rushed in front of him, swinging the Ziwei Soft Sword towards his chest.

Murong Bo's eyes widened, and he suddenly raised his hands in front of him, using the Murong family's family heirloom skill [Dou Zhuan Xing Shift].

Even Murong Fu, a half-assed waste, was able to counterattack Qiao Feng's [Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending] palm power against Qiao Feng himself.

Although Yang Ming's Ziwei Soft Sword was a divine weapon, when the Ziwei Soft Sword stabbed between Murong Bo's hands, it was still controlled by the power of [Dou Zhuan Xingxing], and the sword body of the Ziwei Soft Sword kept twisting and trembling.

The power of the [Dou Zhuan Star Shift] magic skill lies in its ability to transfer the internal force and direction of the opponent's martial arts and moves at will, and injure the opponent or a third party, while he is unscathed.

However, if the practitioner's cultivation of the [Dou Zhuan Xing Shift] Divine Skill has not yet reached the extreme, or if the practitioner's martial arts cultivation is not as good as the opponent's, then this divine skill cannot be easily used, otherwise the internal strength and tricks of the martial arts from the opponent will be transferred improperly, which will hurt the practitioner himself.

Qiao Feng's [Eighteen Palms of Descending Dragons] palm power is not something that Murong Fu's skill can block at all, Murong Fu can use [Dou Zhuan Xing Shift] to counterattack the [Eighteen Palms of Descending Dragon] palm power, which shows that [Dou Zhuan Xing Shift] still has four or two thousand catties of methods.

Yang Ming could even pierce the three-foot qi wall of the sweeping monk with the Ziwei soft sword, but between Murong Bo's hands, there was as if there was a black hole that distorted space, no matter how Yang Ming urged the true qi, he couldn't stab the Ziwei soft sword into Murong Bo's body.

"[Dou Zhuan Xing Shift] really deserves to be a miracle in the world!"

Yang Ming snorted coldly, and suddenly raised the sword finger in his left hand, sending out a crimson sword aura towards Murong Bo.

Murong Bo let out a loud shout, and suddenly his hands turned, and the sword body of Ziwei's soft sword bent over, blocking the crimson sword qi emitted by Yang Ming.

Snort!

At this moment, Yang Ming's second crimson sword qi pierced Murong Bo's right shoulder.

Although [Dou Zhuan Xing Shift] is no less than the peerless magic skill of [Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descent] and [Six Veins Divine Sword], it cannot be used as you like, because [Dou Zhuan Xing Shift] is just a trick to save your life and defeat the enemy.

When Qiao Feng used his fists and feet to fight Murong Fu, Murong Fu didn't use [Douzhuan Xingxing], not because he didn't want to, but because he used [Douzhuan Xingxing] to block Qiao Feng's right fist, he couldn't block Qiao Feng's left fist, but he would lose faster.

Only when the two of them kept a certain distance, and when Qiao Feng sent out the [Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending] palm power to Murong Fu in the air, Murong Fu had the spare time to use the [Dou Zhuan Star Shift].

Although Murong Bo's [Dou Zhuan Xing Shift] was far above Murong Fu, he couldn't use the [Dou Zhuan Xing Shift] at will in front of Yang Ming.

The right shoulder was pierced by Yang Ming's finger sword and sword qi, and Murong Bo's right hand immediately hung down on his waist.

Yang Ming rushed to Murong Bo with a kick under his feet, and was about to stab the Ziwei soft sword into Murong Bo's chest when a [Amitabha Buddha] suddenly exploded in Yang Ming's ears.

"Amitabha! God has the virtue of a good life, and please ask the donor to forgive and forgive people!"

This old voice that suddenly sounded was the old immortal bald donkey sweeping monk in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The Buddhist chanting of the sweeping monk seemed to be able to confuse his mind, and Yang Ming's brain was shocked, and he couldn't help but stop.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Murong Bo jumped backwards holding his injured right shoulder, and quickly opened a distance of five or six zhang from Yang Ming.

Seeing that the best opportunity to kill Murong Bo had been lost, Yang Ming frowned and turned around and looked towards the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple.

On the steps of the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, Master Xuandu walked towards the square with a sweeping monk.

"Yes, that's good!"

Looking at the old appearance of the sweeping monk buried in the coffin with half of his body, Yang Ming sneered and said loudly.

"When I wanted to kill Murong Fu, I ran out of Murong Bo to save my son! When I wanted to kill Murong Bo, I ran out of an old and immortal bald donkey to save my great-grandson!"

Hearing Yang Ming's words, the solemn face of the sweeping monk Baoxiang twitched.

The heroes present widened their eyes one by one, looking at the sweeping monk with curiosity.

Before Murong Bo and Murong Fu could speak, Master Xuan Lin pointed at Yang Ming and said coldly.

"Yang Ming, it's okay for you to insult Murong Bo's father and son! This master is a monk respected by everyone in our Shaolin Temple, how can you allow you to slander him?"

"Divine monk, the divine monk of the Shaolin Temple of Buddhism?"

Yang Ming said with a smile.

"Then let me ask the master, do you think this old immortal bald donkey uses Taoist magic or your Shaolin Temple's Buddhist martial arts?"

Several masters of the Shaolin Temple looked at each other, and then fell silent.

The origin of this sweeping monk is unknown, and they have long known it, but now there is no talent in Shaolin Temple, and they really need the martial arts of the sweeping monk to protect Shaolin Temple. (To be continued.) )