The blue sky is as clear as a mirror!

Today's Shaolin Mountain is destined to be very lively, and at this moment, there are countless people coming from all directions, converging on the Shaolin Sect Mountain Gate at the top of Shaolin Mountain, because in the Shaolin Sect's Mountain Gate, a hero conference is being held!

At this moment, at the foot of Shaomu Mountain, there was a quiet dense forest, but there was a sudden shaking, and then two figures, flashing out, after the two figures appeared, it didn't take long for several figures to appear behind the two, and finally, there were many dense figures behind these figures, these people were holding bright long swords in their hands, reflecting the cold luster of the forest under the sunlight.

The two figures led by them were suspended on the same branch, and the other figures, they scattered sporadically, surrounding the two of them, obviously led by the two in front of them, looking cautiously and carefully at Shaomuro Mountain.

These people have a slight look of wind and dust on their faces, and they are Xi Feng and others who have been rushing from Mingjiao all the way non-stop, during this time they have almost increased their horsepower, and they have little time halfway, and even if they hurry up like this, they have just arrived at Shaomu Mountain at this moment.

Lan Qing looked at Xi Feng and said with a slightly wry smile on his face: "Xi Zuo Envoy, do you think the sect leader will blame us for making our own decisions?"

"I wonder if the Hero Conference has started?" In a low voice, hearing what Lan Qing said, Xi Feng groaned slightly, and said, "No matter, if Sect Master Murong encounters an accident at this moment, then wouldn't my Ming Sect be a group of dragons without a leader?" If Sect Master Murong really wants to blame it, I, Xi Feng, will bear it together!"

Hearing this, the masters of the four sects of heaven, earth, wind, and thunder under Xi Feng all agreed: "What the left envoy said is right, Murong Sect Leader has something, can my Mingjiao brothers still turn a blind eye? If Murong Sect Leader has a loss, our Mingjiao will do our best to cleanse his Shaolin faction with blood!"

Xi Feng turned his head to the four sect masters and scolded: "Everyone, remember, we went up the mountain to protect the safety of the sect master, if the Murong sect leader did not speak, until the moment of necessity, we would never fight with the Jianghu martial arts fellows." ”

"The purpose of Mingjiao is to never ask about martial arts, our enemies are not fellow martial artists in the rivers and lakes, but people in the court, at this moment, Ye Youzhi led the three ** kings and five scattered people to sit in Guangmingding, just in case Li Xian's old dog attacks again, everyone must not say these angry words again!"

At the beginning, Murong Longcheng incarnated as Zhong Yan, the eighth leader of the Ming Sect, and at the same time that he was committed to the revival of Dayan, he set up a canon, not to appear in front of the fellow Jianghu Daoists, and not to kill the same Daoists in the rivers and lakes for no reason.

If it weren't for the fact that the masters of the Ming Sect never appeared in the rivers and lakes, and all the energy of their lives was spent in dealing with the imperial court, with their strength, how could they be unknown in the rivers and lakes?

"Yes, obey the orders of the left envoy!" Xi Feng, as the first person in charge under the seat of the Ming Sect Master, naturally said something very weighty, and everyone was upright in the moment, and said in unison.

The neat sound of cheering sounded at the foot of Shaomu Mountain, and then Xi Feng's figure took the lead in rushing out, his body was like a sharp sword in the sky, the sword qi was rampant, and there was no human figure, where he passed, the swirling sword qi did not disperse for a long time, and Lan Qing on his side also followed suddenly, with the help of a breeze, his body floated in mid-air, and then it was like catkins in the wind, and he followed Xi Feng in front of him lightly.

After the two passed, the masters of the four gates of heaven, earth, wind, and thunder under Xi Feng's command glanced at each other, and then greeted the four disciples behind him: "Brothers, follow the left envoy and go to the Shaolin faction!" After finishing speaking, they swept towards the Shaolin Mountain with a very tacit understanding, and their destination was naturally the Shaolin Sect Mountain Gate on the top of the mountain.

At the same time that everyone in the Ming Sect rushed to the Shaolin Sect, the Shaolin Sect Square was surging and lively!

After Xuan Ci heard Murong Fu's words, his brows tightened, he didn't expect that this Murong Fu would have such an arrogant side, although the name of Gusu Nan Murong was extremely loud, but how could he Xuan Ci not know that this was just a great reputation created by his Gusu Murong ancestors.

For Murong Fu, although Xuan Ci also had some fears, he finally thought that Murong Fu was limited to his age, and he had not practiced his family heirloom mastery, but he didn't expect that Murong Fu would dare to call the Shaolin faction that had been inherited for a hundred years with the power of one person.

After all, if you really shoot with the children of the Shaolin faction, the implication will be too huge, after all, what is under pressure is the reputation of the Shaolin faction for a hundred years, and even with the courage of Xuan Ci, he does not dare to make decisions easily.

Xuan Ci took a breath slowly, and the deep voice, like a trace of thunder, resounded in everyone's ears: "Murong Shi doesn't need to say much, my Shaolin faction will never do anything to bully the less, since Murong Shi has this confidence, let Lao Wei first come to see Murong Shi's demeanor of 'using his own way and giving back to his body'!"

After hearing Xuan Ci's words, Murong Fu's face was as pale as an ancient well, without the slightest wave, and he gently spit out a word: "Please!"

"Abbot Xuanci had a good relationship with the lord in the past, I remember that the lord said that his proud mastery was the Shaolin 72 stunt Donkey Kong palm, the robe subduing the demon skill and the Prajna palm, the prince himself be careful!" Deng Baichuan stepped forward and whispered into Murong Fu's ear.

Hearing this, Murong Fu was stunned, and then nodded with a smile, knowing that Deng Baichuan was worried about himself, but he didn't know that Murong Fu's strength had been perfected at the moment, and it was not at all comparable to Xuan Ci, who had never even stepped into the ranks of the top masters, but the Xuan Ci that Deng Baichuan said in his mouth was so like a fellow practitioner and Donkey Kong palm, which made him feel a little surprised.

With Murong Fu's martial arts insights at the moment, after listening to it slightly, he can guess why Xuan Ci is still in the realm of first-class masters in the rivers and lakes, and has never stepped into the top masters.

Donkey Kong palm, the internal force is taking a fierce road, but he is quite ambitious, and the most esoteric palm method of practicing Buddhism, Prajna palm, Prajna palm is subtle, but he takes a gentle path.

You must know that the Prajna Palm and the Donkey Kong Palm are one rigid and one soft, and with Xuan Ci's cultivation, it is absolutely impossible to achieve both rigidity and softness, presumably this is the martial arts obstacle that hinders Xuan Ci from stepping into the ranks of the top masters.

Xuan Ci stepped on the soles of his feet, and under the gaze of countless eyes around him, he jumped forward, and then his footsteps fell lightly in the center of the square, raised his eyes slightly, and folded his hands together: "Amitabha!"

Murong Fu knew that Xuan Ci was urging himself, so he didn't think much about it at the moment, and held the Protector Sword in his left hand, feeling the trembling sound from the scabbard, and said softly: "Can't you wait?" As soon as the words fell, his figure suddenly flashed out.

As Murong Fu's soles landed in the center of the square, the atmosphere between the two suddenly became tense, and anyone could feel the tension in the field.

Xuan Ci suddenly said: "Amitabha, sin and sin!" As soon as these eight characters came out, the figure suddenly flew up, and the robe fluttered behind him, but the edge of the robe was an internal force that kept wandering, whirring, carrying a red robe with strong internal force, the speed was extremely terrifying, and in just a flash, he walked in front of Murong Fu!

His kung fu is one of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple, called "robe subduing demon skills", all offensive on the robe.

Shaolin school for hundreds of years to martial arts as the world's sect, and how can not do not use fists and feet, this "robe to subdue the devil", is purely a kind of internal strength, with the robe of the Buddha, all the air around the agitation, to hurt people or self-protection, practice to the extreme, chic and free, can talk and laugh in the mouth, raise the robe to do gong, and will not reveal the true qi.

And the most important thing is that once it is used, the appearance is extremely elegant, and it is used by the abbot of Shaolin Xuanci, but it really has the taste of Buddhism and monks, but unfortunately, he really thinks too highly of himself, and he also underestimates Murong Fu!

Seeing that Xuan Ci took the lead, Murong Fu didn't care much, smiled indifferently, shook the national protection sword in his hand, and the sword was unsheathed!

Choke!

A sonorous sound sounded melodiously, the gorgeous silver-white sword body suddenly came out, the blade came out of the sheath, like a pool of autumn water, the chill burst, the sword blade was extremely sharp, and between the swallowing of Murong Fu's internal force, the purple sword suddenly flashed.

Xuan Ci's robe was keenly carried in a berserk, and the two completely different attack methods were perfectly combined at this moment, the red robe, between the rotations, was full of Dao internal strength, and suddenly shot out like an arrow, shooting fiercely towards Murong Fu's direction.

In the face of these internal strengths, Murong Fu's eyes were like electricity, and he stepped on his feet, and the sword in his hand carried an indestructible indestructible intent, but it was aimed at the direction from which these internal forces came, and the quasi-quasi-violent stabbing out, at the moment when the sword and internal strength were intertwined, the sword light on Murong Fu's sword of protecting the country also made the Xuan Ci Han hair that urged the robe to subdue the demon skill stand up.

Sure enough, in an instant, Murong Fu's sword, with the most violent attitude, offset the internal strength emitted by Xuan Ci's robe to subdue the demons, the corners of Murong Fu's mouth showed a slight smile, the sword was straightened, and the sword was handed forward again, and suddenly, Xuan Ci in the robe also let out a muffled shout, and then his face remained unchanged, and his right arm shook the robe violently, like a python with a spiritual surname, he quickly turned around and shot straight at Murong Fu's back.

Murong Fu felt the agitation behind him, instantly stabilized his mind, and his toes moved, but his body slid directly out a few meters away from the right. "Snort!" The sword in his hand slashed, and he saw a flash of sword light, and it was a fierce robe that went straight to Xuan Ci!

Xuan Ci's robe, although it seems to be an ordinary fabric, but under the urging of its internal force, there is a faint sense of hardness, not like a fabric, but more like some kind of strange metal, broken boulders, not a problem at all, if it is an ordinary first-class good hand stained, I am afraid that it will inevitably see blood, but under the terrifying sword of Murong Fu, Xuan Ci does not dare to fight hard no matter what.

The robe was made by Xuan Ci to make the tiger and the tiger angry, and there was a crisp golden iron sound faintly, but when Murong Fu Jian Mang arrived, his robe changed direction violently and moved some distance at this moment.

Xuan Ci also took advantage of the situation and floated out a few meters away, and then looked at the ground where he had just stayed, and a touch of horror crossed Xuan Ci's face, but it turned out that there was a terrifying sword mark several inches deep and about three zhang long (to be continued) by the sword in Murong Fu's hand (to be continued. )