Chapter 212 - [The Former Ming Sect Master]

"Murong Fu, if your Dou Zhuan Xing Shift and Qiankun Great Shift are cultivated to the highest level, you may be able to defeat me, otherwise, you will never be my opponent. I heard that you, a little ghost, have stirred up a war and harmed the people, so today, let the old man send you back to the West!"

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Xiaoyaozi slapped out wildly, pressing Murong Fu back again and again.

He retreated all the way, and at some point, he had retreated to the fire room of the Shaolin Temple.

There was an old monk in the courtyard chopping wood, and suddenly threw the firewood knife in his hand and shot at Xiaoyaozi without warning.

In the face of a firewood knife, Xiaoyaozi didn't dare to be careless, and avoided it in a flash, and flew to get the old monk who was chopping wood, and said happily: "Okay! You old guy finally appeared, we fought secretly many times, and let you escape, but I didn't expect that today you are finally willing to show your face." ”

Hearing this, Murong Fu was ambiguous, and when he went to take a look, he had already seen the old monk chopping firewood and Xiaoyaozi fighting, so that the martial arts were powerful and domineering, but looking at the traces of the moves, it was clearly the martial arts of the great shift.

However, the great transfer of Qiankun was made in the hands of the old monk who chopped wood, and it was more than several times more powerful than him.

"Who is this old monk? How can he also move in a big way? Could it be that he is a member of the Ming Sect?" Murong Fu was puzzled, so he naturally would not let go of such an opportunity, and immediately joined the battle circle and besieged Xiaoyaozi with the old monk who chopped wood.

The two masters worked together, Xiaoyaozi was invincible after all, he had a fight, he couldn't get benefits, and hurriedly retreated out, his light skills were far higher than Murong Fu and the old monk chopping wood, the two couldn't catch up, and they fled without a trace in a flash.

Murong Fu was still going to chase, but he suddenly heard the old monk chopping wood coughing again and again, and suddenly vomited blood, so he had to give up chasing Xiaoyaozi and help the old monk to rest by the wall, and asked worriedly: "Senior, are you okay?"

The old monk chopping wood nodded slightly, shook his head slowly, and suddenly laughed, with a relieved look on his face: "You have learned to move the world, could it be that you have already found the Holy Fire Order and become the leader of the Ming Sect?"

The other party's words were ambiguous, but the voice was familiar, and Murong Fu recalled that it was the voice of the voice that reminded him to flee when he stole the "Yijin Sutra".

"Senior, who are you, how do you know these things in the Ming Sect?"

The old monk smiled faintly: "Do you want to ask me? It's been more than forty years, and I'm about to forget my identity." If you really want to know, would you like to hear me tell you a story?"

Murong Fu nodded, seeing that the old monk was too seriously injured, he wanted to use his skills to heal him.

"No need, my injuries have been accumulated for many years, and today's sudden use of force is even more injured and injured, and there is no help, you don't need to work in vain, or listen to me finish the story!"

The old monk shook his head and pushed it away, leaned against the wall, suddenly looked at the floating clouds in the sky, sighed, and began to tell a story more than forty years ago.

It turned out that this old monk was none other than Zhong Haoding, the leader of the Ming Sect who disappeared without a trace in the past.

Forty years ago, the Xiaoyao faction encircled and suppressed the Ming Sect, and the Ming Sect suffered heavy losses, and none of the famous Dharma King banner masters were spared. Zhong Haoding, as the leader of the Ming Sect, originally had the highest martial arts, but he couldn't resist the siege of Xiaoyaozi's master and apprentice, and was beaten off the cliff without knowing life or death.

Counting the favor of God, Zhong Haoding fell off the cliff and did not die, and then returned to Mingjiao without face, and because he was unable to take revenge after being injured, he resolutely hid in the Shaolin Temple and retired to the rivers and lakes.

The reason why he chose to hide in Shaolin Temple, Zhong Haoding originally planned to steal the martial arts in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to enhance his own skills, but Xiaoyaozi later learned that he was not dead, and he actually chased and killed Shaolin Temple.

In this way, Zhong Haoding not only did not steal martial arts in Shaolin Temple, but was seriously injured by Xiaoyaozi again. When he was sad and desperate, he was ruthless, so he found Xiaoyaozi's wife and children to vent his anger. Although Xiaoyaozi is a master, his wife only understands the rhythm of music, and his son is young and does not know martial arts, so he was killed by Zhong Haoding with one blow.

In this way, the hatred between the two grew deeper and deeper, and Xiaoyaozi wanted to kill him even more.

At this moment, in order to avoid disaster, Zhong Haoding had to disfigure himself and hide in Shaolin Temple again. Xiaoyaozi could not be found for a long time, sad that his wife and children died tragically, and in remorse, he resolutely became a monk in Shaolin Temple.

In this way, the ghost made the god worse, and the two enemies appeared in the Shaolin Temple together.

In the following time, Zhong Haoding's injuries gradually recovered, so he went to attack Xiaoyaozi, and the two fought and killed for decades, and fought countless times, but they couldn't please each other, and the hatred continued deeper.

The two fought each other at night every time, and it was pitch black and invisible, so they fought many times, and Xiaoyaozi couldn't know the true identity of the other party, and this kind of battle lasted for decades without a winner.

After listening to Zhong Haoding talk about these things, Murong Fu, as the leader of the Ming Sect, only felt righteous indignation, he already secretly hated Xiaoyaozi, and at this time he felt even more angry.

Holding Zhong Haoding's body and said: "Old sect leader, rest assured, although Xiaoyaozi is very martial arts, but he also has a great enmity with me, since I am the leader of the Ming Sect, I naturally want to avenge the people of the Ming Sect in the past, and I will definitely kill him." ”

said so, but with Xiaoyaozi's terrible light skills, it may be really difficult to kill, otherwise the two masters combined would have been able to kill him on the spot just now.

Zhong Haoding understood this truth, suddenly his heart was crossed, and he made a decision, slammed Murong Fu's shoulder, and said calmly: "Child, now that my old injury has recurred, I am afraid that I will die soon." I'm afraid that the matter of killing Xiaoyaozi will fall on your head, I can't help you anything, but if this body of skill is carried to death, it is tantamount to a waste. If it is at this time, I will transfer all my strength to you, I hope you can kill the free old thief and avenge my Mingjiao brothers. ”

As he spoke, he didn't wait for Murong Fu to agree, his palms were gathered and pressed towards Murong Fu's chest. The incomparably strong internal strength true qi was like the water of decisive ment, quickly pouring into Murong Fu's body.

"No, the old sect leader must not, killing that Xiaoyaozi is nothing, I have my own way, you don't need to help me like this, once your skills are gone, you won't die faster." ”

Murong Fu called again and again to stop it, but Zhong Haoding never stopped.

It didn't take long for all of his power to be injected into Murong Fu's body.

After the recurrence of the old injury, he was able to support his life with his own strength, but once his strength was exhausted, where could he survive, he suddenly coughed up blood for a while, and died on the ground.

Zhong Haoding died suddenly, and Murong Fu didn't have time to cry twice.

I only heard someone laughing behind him, Xiaoyaozi appeared again, standing on the courtyard wall, full of joy, and scolded viciously: "Okay, die well, this old guy is finally dead, and the old couple's revenge has finally been avenged." ”

In the midst of laughter, Xiaoyaozi suddenly flew over, stretched out his palm and slammed it, attacking Murong Fu, and shouted coldly: "Stinky little ghost get out of the way for me, even if this old guy dies, the old man will also whip the corpse to vent his hatred, quickly leave the person to me, if you dare to stop it, let you break the corpse into ten thousand pieces!"

"Don't think about it! You old ghost is really bold, don't you know that the old sect master has already passed on the skills to me? With the combined skills of me and the old sect master, killing you is like crushing an ant to death!"

Murong Fu was not afraid, his palms were flying, and the flame knife was about to go out, directly meeting the opponent's palm. At this moment, his skills have increased greatly, and he doesn't need to reverse the opponent's moves at all.

The two of them fought a move, and Xiaoyaozi took three steps back before holding the figure. (To be continued.) )