An unnatural look flashed across Taoist Mu Sang's face, and then he swung his whisk, and a powerful force swept out and grabbed a nearby stone bench. He sat down on his own and said politely, "Young Master Mingjian,
Although I have received the good news from Chengzhi, I don’t know much about the details, so I would like to ask you to elaborate on it."
"Humph, are you pretending to be with me?" Murong Fu cursed secretly, but said with a smile, "In that case, there is no need to be impatient, Taoist Priest. As I expected, your camp's army will be delayed for a day or two at most.
I'm back, wouldn't it be better if the Taoist Master then hears King Yuan personally report to you?"
Taoist Priest Mu Sang looked suffocated and immediately regained his composure, "Young Master is laughing at me. The old Taoist is really a little impatient. After all, this victory is hard-won. It is true that Chengzhi will return with his army in a day or two at most, and then this battle will begin."
He will definitely tell the old man about the detailed process, but I’m afraid Chengzhi doesn’t know much about the young master, right?”
"It's nothing, the process is not important, as long as the result is a victory, the Taoist priest will not deny my merits just because he doesn't know the truth, right?" No matter what the other party said, Murong Fu always looked like he was indifferent.
He even slightly counterattacked an army.
The corner of Taoist Mu Sang's mouth twitched slightly, and he quickly smiled and said, "Of course not, of course not."
"It's okay if you don't have anything else. If there's nothing else, Taoist Master, please come back. I'm exhausted physically and mentally from running around for days. I'm just about to take a good rest, so I won't send you off." Murong Fu took over the words and got up.
Expulsion order.
As soon as these words came out, Taoist Mu Sang felt like he had nowhere to go, no matter how mature he was. His turbid old eyes flickered for a moment, and finally he sighed, "My little friend is still as difficult as ever.
Forget it, let me tell you the truth. In addition to asking the young master about the details of the war, I also want to inquire about something else."
Murong Fu's eyes flashed, "What's the matter?"
"I heard that my incompetent junior brother Yu Zhenzi died in this battle. I wonder if this is the case?" Taoist Master Mu Sang considered his words and asked in a tentative tone.
Murong Fu was not surprised at all when he heard this. When he killed Yu Zhenzi, he did not destroy the body, and Wu Sangui was busy with the retreat, let alone a worthless dead man. Sooner or later, the Golden Snake Camp would be able to clean up the battlefield.
Yu Zhenzi's body was found, and Yuan Chengzhi knew full well the entanglement between Yu Zhenzi and Mu Sang Taoist, so it was not surprising that he specifically conveyed this news to Mu Sang Taoist.
After Taoist Mu Sang learned about the death of Yu Zhenzi, he must have immediately thought of the iron sword in Yu Zhenzi's hand that was related to the inheritance of the Iron Sword Sect...
After thinking for a moment, Murong Fu guessed the purpose of Taoist Mu Sang's visit. His face remained calm and he said calmly, "Really? Then I really have to congratulate Taoist Master. If you sit at home, your enemies will perish."
, it’s really a great event in life, congratulations, Taoist priest, don’t forget to treat me to dinner.”
Hearing this, Taoist Mu Sang's face became even more bitter. If it were anyone else, he would have blown his beard and glared, and used some tough methods to let the other party know that his old man was not as kind and friendly as he appeared. Unfortunately, the other person
Sitting there is the legendary genius of today's martial arts world. His martial arts skills are unfathomable. Even if his martial arts skills were twice as high, he would not dare to make a mistake.
Even though he felt very aggrieved, Taoist Mu Sang still had to smile and follow Murong Fu's words and said, "That's natural. The young master has contributed a lot in this battle. In addition to what the Taoist promised before, naturally he also has another big thank you."
of……"
As he spoke, he changed the topic and brought the conversation back to Yu Zhenzi, "Well, although Yu Zhenzi did a lot of evil things, he came from the same school as the poor Taoist master, and now he died inexplicably, but the poor Taoist can't ignore it.
No question, if little friend Murong knows who the murderer is, please give me some advice."
"Oh?" Murong Fu raised his eyebrows slightly, "If the Taoist master finds out the murderer, I wonder what he wants to do? Could he avenge that Yu Zhenzi?"
A trace of undetectable cunning flashed across Taoist Mu Sang's eyes, but he said solemnly, "Junior Brother Poor Taoist has done all the bad things, so he deserves to die, but he has always been from my Iron Sword Sect, and he deserves to be left by my Iron Sword Sect.
As for the sect's rules, if Pindao is asked to find out the murderer, he must come to ask for advice, so that the other party knows that even an abandoned disciple of our Iron Sword Sect is not someone who can be killed at will."
After speaking, his tone became obviously excited, as if he was really eager to find the murderer so that he could avenge his junior brother and help the Iron Sword Sect gain prestige and rectify its name.
When Murong Fu heard the last sentence, his face suddenly darkened. Even though he knew that the old man's words contained mostly irritating elements, he couldn't help but let go of his momentum and slapped him with the Dragon Subduing Palm with his backhand.
With a roar, the majestic palm power was instantly concentrated, and it was pressed down with an overwhelming force.
Taoist Mu Sang was obviously on guard, but at this moment he was still startled. Without saying a word, he touched the ground with his toes, turned back and did a somersault. His body was already ten feet away, and he managed to avoid it with many narrow escapes.
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With a bang, the palm fell, and the stone bench on which Taoist Mu Sang was sitting instantly turned into dust, and a palm print about the size of a foot appeared on the ground.
Taoist Mu Sang's face turned pale when he saw this, but he smiled and pretended to be confused and asked, "What do you mean, little friend? The old Taoist asked himself that he has not offended my little friend, right?"
"Humph!" Murong Fu's face turned a little darker, his hands changed, a layer of white light appeared on his body, countless sword intentions condensed in the void, and in an instant, the small courtyard with a radius of several feet was completely enveloped, and he said in a cold voice
, "Run, I want to see if your magical movements are ever-changing and exquisite, or if my sword energy is better!"
After saying this, the sword intent all over the sky condensed, and it looked like it was pouring down.
Taoist Mu Sang's face turned bitter when he saw this, and he didn't care about regrets. He hurriedly begged for mercy and said, "Little friend, calm down. The old Taoist is just joking with the little friend. The jokes are all jokes. Farewell, little friend..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a soft pop in the air, and the sword intent condensed, falling sharply like a downpour.
Although Taoist Mu Sang has high martial arts skills, he is not proficient in swordsmanship. No matter how exquisite his body shape is, he cannot escape unscathed in such a small space. Although these sword intentions cannot kill him, they can
Some embarrassment and suffering are inevitable.
In the blink of an eye, Taoist Mu Sang hurriedly said, "Stop, little friend, and listen to what the Taoist has to say."
But how could Murong Fu listen to what he said? This old man clearly suspected that Yu Zhenzi's death was related to him, and yet he dared to speak rudely. Did he really think of himself as a good person? With this thought in his mind, he stretched out his hand and grasped it from afar, and all the sword intents at the time were flowing.
They changed direction and all attacked Taoist Musang.
Taoist Mu Sang's expression changed slightly, and then he stood there numbly, motionless.
But there was a rapid sound of chi chi chi, and countless sword energy penetrated through it. But surprisingly, Taoist Mu Sang's figure was not damaged at all. He just stood there, like a shadow. After a closer look, it was indeed
There is no doubt about the entity.
Murong Fu frowned slightly, and after taking a few serious glances, he seemed to have seen something, with a look of surprise on his face, "No wonder you dare to challenge me again and again. It turns out that you have cultivated yourself to the extreme by relying on your divine power."
Deep Realm, you think I can’t do anything to you, right?”
It turns out that Taoist Mu Sang did not dodge, but his speed was so fast that it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, which created the illusion that he was not moving. In fact, when the sword energy penetrated his body, he had already used an extremely exquisite body technique to dodge.
He dodged through the gaps in the sword energy.
All this seemed to be a long time, but in fact it was only a blink of an eye. When the sword energy was exhausted, Murong Fu did not continue to take action and stood there with his arms folded. Taoist Mu Sang suddenly staggered and fell to the ground without warning.
, followed by a soft popping sound, the clothes on his body were torn in more than a dozen small holes, and even the long beard under his chin was neatly cut off, and fell in the wind.
Taoist Mu Sang's face turned pale. He looked at the situation on his body and asked curiously, "I wonder how much power my little friend just used?"
"Not much, maybe two to three percent." Murong Fu said indifferently.
Taoist Mu Sang couldn't help but smile bitterly after hearing this, "It's really like a world of difference. A poor Taoist doesn't overestimate his own abilities and makes me laugh."
Murong Fu was noncommittal. Although he only used two or three successes, but in terms of swordsmanship alone, he had to use at least seventy-eight points of fire. The opponent's movement skills were indeed extremely exquisite. If not for his physical weakness, he would probably still show off.
get better.
This is because all Qinggong movements are not only linked to internal strength, but also closely related to physical strength. In particular, the speed-oriented Kung Fu such as Divine Movement has certain requirements on physical fitness. Otherwise, even if you master it, you may not be able to perform it.
"Okay," Murong Furuo glanced at Taoist Mu Sang meaningfully, "I don't care whether the pipeline director intended to challenge you or it was an unintentional mistake. Forget it this time. If you dare to say something rude next time, don't blame me for being merciless.
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Taoist Mu Sang stood up and straightened his robe, grinned and asked, "So, little friend, you admit that my junior brother was killed by you?"
Although it was a question, his tone was very determined.
Murong Fu was silent for a moment and then asked, "Why does the Taoist priest conclude that it is this young master who did it?"
Taoist Mu Sang chuckled, and used to reach out to smooth the long beard under his chin. Suddenly he found that the long beard was gone. He put down his hand slightly embarrassed, coughed lightly and said, "Chengzhi wrote that my junior brother died in Wuying inexplicably.
Among them, it was suspected that he was first burned by fire, and finally died from some powerful sword move. After thinking about it, I realized that only a little friend could do this."
This is true. If Yu Zhenzi died in a chaotic battle, he would definitely not think of Murong Fu. However, Yu Zhenzi died inexplicably while staying in Wu Sangui's camp. Coincidentally, Murong Fu felt like he was nowhere to be seen when he entered Wu Sangui's camp.
In the human realm, he even rescued Cui Qiushan and others. It's hard not to think of him.
"So what if it is? So what if it's not? If the Taoist Master wants to take revenge, just come over here." Murong Fu replied in an indifferent tone, waiting for Ruo to admit that he killed the person.
Taoist Mu Sang changed his previous tone, smiled like a chrysanthemum on his withered old face, rubbed his hands and walked up to Murong Fu, "My little friend, please don't misunderstand me. That junior brother Pindao has done many evil things and has committed serious sins. If he is not punished, he will be punished."
God wants to accept him, and now it is a great honor to die in the hands of Master Murong. I will not have any thoughts of revenge, but..."
Having said this, he paused and stared at Murong Fu's face without blinking, "Has the iron sword inherited from the inferior sect in his hand fallen into the hands of the young master?"