After King Jinlun left, two stunning women appeared on the edge of the cliff.

One of them is Shi Fei Xuan who appears like the reappearance of Luo Shen, and the other is the glamorous and sexy Han Wan.

"It seems that Mr. Murong died a clean death." Hanwen said jokingly.

Master Feixuan blamed herself very much: "If I hadn't left in anger, maybe I could have resisted Jin Lun Dharma King with my martial arts skills and Master Murong's."

"Haha, it's really funny. With the strength of the Grandmaster, how can it be equalized by relying on more people?"

Huan Huan shook his head with disdain. What he couldn't stand the most was Shi Fei Xuan's indecisive appearance.

Concubine Xuan didn't want to waste words with Huan Huan, so she shook her head and said: "Master Murong is dead. You have completed your mission, why don't you leave?"

"Huh, if he's dead, isn't your mission completed? Then why don't you leave?" Huanwan asked.

Shi Fei Xuan did not hide anything and said bluntly: "Mr. Murong saved me. Even if he dies, I will go to the bottom of the cliff to find his body and bring it back to Yanziwu."

"Huh? It just so happens that I have a lot of time, so I'll look for it with you." Huanwan said with a smile.

"Just do it yourself."

The master's concubine knew Hanhan's character well, and even if she was not allowed to go, she would not leave.

"Huh, boring."

Huanwan sneered and followed Shi Feixuan towards the bottom of the cliff.

…

At the bottom of the nameless cliff, Murong Fu was still in free fall just now.

There was still an extremely miserable wail coming from his mouth.

Fortunately, there were dense vines growing under this cliff, which tightly entangled him.

Only then did he save his life despite seven broken ribs.

"Fairy tales are all lies, why the hell don't I have the halo of the protagonist?"

Murong Fu endured the pain and cursed loudly, saying that if he was hanging head down and feet up like this, he would die sooner or later.

The key is that he is hungry and can't move yet.

With no choice, he could only use the Shen Zhao Sutra to slowly repair himself.

"By the way, there are still mission rewards that are useless. Let's add them to the Divine Illumination Sutra."

After gaining experience, this peerless internal skill has been promoted to the level of perfection.

The true energy in the body circulates extremely quickly, and the self-healing ability becomes even more rapid.

Everywhere it goes, it's like a panacea. It's very refreshing when applied to wounds.

In addition to a few broken bones, his internal organs were also completely damaged by the shock force of falling from high altitude.

Fortunately, he has two kinds of magical body protection. If it were an ordinary person, if he fell from above, even if he did not fall to death, he would be entangled in ivy to death.

"King Jinlun, please wait for me. Sooner or later, I will hang you upside down on the city wall to avenge today!"

Murong Fu was burning with anger and wished he could cut Jinlun Dharma King to pieces now.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind, and a burst of laughter could be heard in my ears.

"Haha, interesting, interesting. There is another person who fell from above and survived. It's really fun!"

A huge stone ball rolled over from a distance.

There was a big bald man with a full beard tied to it.

He came to Murong Fu, cheek to cheek, and looked at Murong Fu up and down carefully.

Then, he laughed again and said:

"Haha, the boy looks good, he has the same demeanor as I did back then."

When Murong Fu saw this strange old man, he recalled quickly in his mind.

Then I thought of this person's identity.

Is this the leader of the Demon Sect, the Huo Gong Tutuo who dares to fight Zhang Sanfeng?

This guy seems to have a complete version of the Nine Yang Manual.

"Senior, can you let me down first?"

"Haha, are you blind? How can I let you down if I don't have any hands?"

Huo Gong Tutuo cursed loudly, and then his body exuded a pure Yang energy. The vine tied to his body was like a sharp blade, instantly cutting off the ivy vines on Murong Fu's body.

Murong Fu didn't expect it, he hit the ground hard, and he grinned in pain.

"Well, my body is pretty good and strong." Huo Gong Tutuo nodded with satisfaction.

Murong Fu suffered broken ribs all over his body and was unable to move. He could only lie down and shout: "Thank you, senior, for saving your life. Murong Fu will be rewarded one day."

"Bah, the old monk has no desires or demands, what do I need from you in return?" Huo Gong Tutuo said with disdain.

Murong Fu glanced at the half-disabled Huo Gong Toutuo and said: "I can heal the injuries on the senior's body."

"Oh? Do you want to use black jade intermittent ointment?" Huo Gong Tuo Tuo said with a weird smile.

Murong Fu was not surprised either.

After all, it was this old monk who founded the Vajra Gate that produces black jade intermittent paste.

What the other person said was so natural and normal.

"Senior is amazing."

Huo Gong Tutuo said coldly: "Hmph, it's useless. My bones have been smashed to pieces long ago. Even the black jade intermittent ointment can't cure them all."

"Then what wishes do seniors have and need help from juniors?" Murong Fu asked.

Huo Gong Tutu thought for a moment and asked: "How is Shaolin Temple now?"

"Yes, Wudang and Wudang are the masters of each other." Murong Fu said truthfully.

Huo Gong Tutuo shook his head: "If it weren't for me, how could Wudang exist in Jianghu?"

"However, that Zhang Sanfeng is indeed a martial arts prodigy. He can defeat me with only fragments of the Nine Yang Manual."

Murong Fu was stunned, the script was wrong.

Shouldn't the old monk hate Zhang Sanfeng so much that he forces himself to curse him?

Why do you still feel a bit sympathetic?

He asked tentatively: "Senior, do you want to seek revenge from Zhang Sanfeng?"

Huo Gong Tutuo glanced at Murong Fu, shook his head and said, "I have been here for twenty-three years. I am in the company of birds, animals, flowers and plants every day. I have long since dissipated my own anger, and I have long lost the thought of revenge."

"Senior, it's time to repay injustice. Besides, Mr. Zhang of the Wudang Sect is unparalleled in his benevolence and righteousness, and he is well-known in the world."

Murong Fu didn't want to provoke Wudang. He would leave when his health recovered. He didn't care whether he could learn the Nine Yang Sutra.

I have no shortage of skills.

What's missing?

It's time!

ten years!

It only takes ten years to overthrow Jinlun Dharma King. It is not a dream!

Huo Gong Tou Tuo looked at Murong Fu calmly and suddenly changed the subject: "Boy, do you want to be invincible in the world and become a martial arts master that everyone respects?"

Murong Fu sneered in his heart, this old monk really still had something to ask of himself, most of the time it was just a joke.

"To be honest, I am now a martial arts master that everyone respects. People give me the nickname Nan Murong, which means that I have the final say in the south."

"Um?"

Huo Gong Tutuo paused and almost choked to death on Murong Fu's words.

He has lived for almost a hundred years and has never seen such a shameless person.

"Hmph, how old are you? How can you have such a prestigious reputation?"

Murong Fu said calmly: "Senior, if you don't believe me, I rescued you from here, so you can ask a few questions."

Huo Gong Tutuo saw that Murong Fu was so confident and it didn't look fake, so he asked doubtfully: "Are you really that powerful?"

Murong Fu said with great confidence: "Junior said unceremoniously that I am invincible among my peers."
Chapter completed!