Murong Fu had just swept up, and suddenly a silent finger penetrated through.

Hearing this whining sound, Murong Fu's face remained unchanged, there was almost no stagnation under his feet, as soon as his body moved, his body stopped, and he no longer moved forward, and the index finger of his right hand flashed out, raised and shrunk, and then suddenly flexed his fingers, and his fingers popped out.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, outside the Scripture Pavilion, a sharp sound of breaking the air resounded, and Shen He's fingers shot towards this sudden finger.

Obviously, this silent finger strength met Murong Fu's joint finger, and it was naturally invincible, and after the finger strength penetrated the silent finger strength, the remaining momentum shot towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Looking at the finger strength of the lightning, the black-clothed man's pupils shrank slightly, and then his complexion changed, and he said with a slushful voice: "Sure enough, just now I always felt that someone was spying on me, what a powerful hiding method!" At the same time, the powerful internal force suddenly surged out, and with a mistake under his feet, he decisively avoided Murong Fu's blow and joined his fingers.

Immediately, a low voice sounded, obviously, this reference pointed at a wooden pillar in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and the man in black was obviously also shocked by Murong Fu's finger, and without hesitation, he stepped on it and swept out of the window.

Just when Xiao Yuanshan jumped out, an old monk holding a broom suddenly appeared in this scripture pavilion, walking slowly towards the wooden pillar that was shot by Murong Fu just now, only to see that it was slow to move, and he had no strength, and then touched the pierced wooden pillar, the old monk's fingers swept lightly over the wooden pillar, and said in a low voice: "Do you have a finger?"

And after Murong Fu's attention was pointed out, in just a moment, in the pavilion, a black shadow shot out like lightning, and the last few swept away, steadily landing on a boulder not far from Murong Fu, this person slowly raised his head and looked at Murong Fu in purple clothes lightly.

When his feet landed, the black cloth mask only revealed a pair of cold and electric eyes, looking straight at Murong Fu, and Murong Fu also raised his head and looked at the person opposite lightly.

The cold wind blew, sweeping the plackets of the two people's clothes, and the two pairs of eyes collided in the dark night, without the slightest warning, bursting out with a few sparks.

"So it's you?" Murong Fu's voice came out slowly and plainly.

Hearing this, the man in black chuckled lightly and raised his head slightly, and the pair of deep eyes that were covered by the black curtain only looked extraordinarily unruly under the moonlight.

"I don't think you remember me?" the man in black said lightly, lingering in the night.

Murong Fu's face could not see joy, anger and sorrow, he slowly closed his eyes, and even his voice seemed to be without a trace of emotion: "Why you?"

After a few breaths, Murong Fu opened his eyes, stared at the black-clothed man with a cold face, and didn't say anything more, but Murong Fu's dark eyes flickered, and a depressed emotion brewed in his heart.

Originally, Murong Fu was here expecting to be able to wait for Murong Bo, just now a figure quickly swept into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, in such darkness, Murong Fu couldn't see who was coming at all, but instinctively thought it would be Murong Bo, but he didn't expect that the person who came was not Murong Bo, but Xiao Yuanshan.

Since Xiao Yuanshan was in the Scripture Pavilion and did not cause other movements, it was obvious that Murong Bo would not appear tonight.

Murong Fu stopped talking at the moment, but his mood was extremely complicated, although Murong Fu had no intention of finding Murong Bo in his heart before he came, but when he really faced it at this moment, he would inevitably be a little bored, because Murong Bo did not appear, then he would not be able to find Wang Yuyan and Abi.

Seeing that Murong Fu's eyes flickered as if he was thinking about something, Xiao Yuanshan's eyes flashed with a touch of deep meaning, he didn't expect that he had only been separated from this guy for a long time, and his strength had actually grown like a fight?

Thinking of this, Xiao Yuanshan's face swept a solemn look, and after a while, he gradually came back to his senses, what did this kid do in just a few months?

The palm of his hand moved slightly, and the internal force of his whole body also surged out from the palm of his hand, Xiao Yuanshan looked at Murong Fu with a solemn face, seeing that Murong Fu was silent for a long time, Xiao Yuanshan, who was suspicious, did not want to wait any longer, sneered, and suddenly turned his toes into a black shadow, shuttling through the night, shooting towards Murong Fu as fast as lightning.

In the dark, because of Xiao Yuanshan's fierce attack, there were faint crackling sounds all around him, and Murong Fu came back to his senses, Xiao Yuanshan's figure rapidly enlarged in Murong Fu's dark pupils, Murong Fu's face had already become extremely ugly, but it was gloomy as water, this time Xiao Yuanshan shot at himself without knowing whether he was alive or dead, and Murong Fu's anger exploded.

I saw that his palm stretched out suddenly, and the surging internal force slowly shrank on the palm, and when he stepped forward, he struck it with a palm.

Xiao Yuanshan's oblique stabs flashed, his palms were one, and with a sound of waves, the fist wind and palm power stirred each other, rushing up, shaking the surrounding dust to rustle and fall, and the intersection of this palm and fist was not distinguished.

After the two separated, Murong Fu returned to his palm, and when he turned around, he saw Xiao Yuanshan on the opposite side standing diagonally with one palm, protecting the cover door, pulling his back with his chest, and looking at Murong Fu with a condensed breath.

Already having the experience of fighting with Murong Fu, Xiao Yuanshan's heart flashed with lightning, and he immediately caught up again, only to see that Xiao Yuanshan went deep into the black shadow, just like a ghost, and flashed in front of Murong Fu as swiftly and abnormally, and his palm like an eagle's claw firmly grabbed Murong Fu's neck.

Murong Fu was already extremely irritable at the moment, and his mind was full of Wang Yuyan and Abi, who were greeted by Xiao Yuanshan again and again at this moment, and he was also really angry.

Immediately took a step forward, the surging internal force in the body surged, with a stroke of his left hand, a palm of his right hand, and hit Xiao Yuanshan, only for a moment, Xiao Yuanshan felt that his breath was suffocating, he didn't expect that Murong Fu's palm power was like an angry tide, and it was overwhelming, his complexion changed, turned his claws into palms, and immediately waved his palms to meet them, and the slight sound of Bibibu was implied in the palm wind.

Xiao Yuanshan stayed in the Shaolin Temple for decades, for its seventy-two stunts but also practiced a lot, now this palm, its posture technique, is the best kung fu of the palm, each palm played, is the waves, a wave is better than a wave, endless, the stronger the internal force, the stronger the palm is the stronger the practice, the more the tricks are more and more pure, with Xiao Yuanshan's skill at the moment, this palm has no intention of adding wings to the tiger.

For this change in Xiao Yuanshan, although Murong Fu does not understand this Shaolin seventy-two stunt, but seeing the internal force accumulated in the palm of Xiao Yuanshan's hand, he will naturally not be careless, the majestic internal force in the body is running in the meridians like a torrent, and the palm power continues to have internal force pouring in, Xiao Yuanshan directly slammed his front, and his right palm swung out obliquely, and Murong Fu's palm force touched violently, but he felt that his right arm was sore, and the breath in his chest was turbid, so if the first palm of his palm was blocked by Murong Fu's momentum, he naturally could not continue, Xiao Yuanshan immediately took advantage of the momentum and went out three zhang away.

After the longitudinal Xiao Yuanshan, the figure flowed, and the Wuxiang Tribulation pointed at Murong Fu, which was to meet again, originally he expected that under this Wuxiang Tribulation Finger, Murong Fu would definitely dodge obliquely, and he had expected the direction of Murong Fu's dodge, just waiting for it to flash, the big demon fist in his hand would play a role, but his abacus was destined to fail.

Murong Fu saw that this finger was coming, but he didn't dodge it, his palms were pushed out, hugged in a circle, and the stars suddenly moved, and this finger reversed to Xiao Yuanshan, and with a bang, it hit him on the shoulder, breaking Xiao Yuanshan's plan cleanly.

Xiao Yuanshan staggered back two steps, fortunately, the real qi in his body is strong, and he can stand up, the Khitan people have a ruthless energy, Xiao Yuanshan is naturally no exception, although he was injured by his own finger, he was even more ruthless at the moment, ignoring the pain in his shoulder, he immediately rubbed his body again, and his palms slashed down from left to right, and his palms carried Haohao's true qi, and it was really like a flood surging and flowing eastward to the sea, and he went straight to Murong Fu!

Murong Fu saw that he had eaten his own finger and was still unconscious, and his two palms hit him, and the force was so heavy, he couldn't help but be secretly surprised, but Murong Fu didn't care whether you were ruthless or not, he immediately blocked it with his palm, and hit Xiao Yuanshan with his palm.

"Who dares to be wild in my Shaolin faction?" An angry shout pierced the night, but just as Murong Fu and Xiao Yuanshan were fighting back and forth, a loud shout came from outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but it suddenly broke the silence of the night, and then, a figure burst out and came towards Murong Fu and Xiao Yuanshan.

Xiao Yuanshan also knew that there was no longer a way to fight here, looking at Murong Fu, he sneered, jumped up, and rushed down the mountain, Murong Fu had been provoked, how could he be willing to stop?

After a few breaths, Xuanjing, who had left before, rushed towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, although its light skills were also very good, but compared to Murong Fu and Xiao Yuanshan, it was obviously far inferior, and when it came, Murong Fu, Xiao Yuanshan, one after the other, disappeared between the yellow walls and green tiles of Shaolin Temple in an instant.

It wasn't until Murong Fu and Xiao Yuanshan left that the wrinkled old man in the Scripture Pavilion slowly raised his head and looked into the distance.

"Poof", a soft sound, but suddenly sounded in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but saw fine gray powder falling, at this time the broken broom in the hands of the sweeping old monk was unconsciously crushed by a strong force, scattered all over the ground.

The breeze blew, blowing away the powder little by little, and the sweeping old monk stared at the broom that was still in his hand a moment ago, but disappeared at this moment, and then, he looked up into the distance, and sighed softly: "Gusu Murong!"

The sweeping old monk slowly retracted his gaze, his body moved slightly, and when he reappeared, he had already arrived in front of the window of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and then took a few steps lightly, and disappeared into the night.