Murong Fu groaned for a moment, then smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, you can change your clothes and cover your face, as long as you don't expose the martial arts you used in Ruyang Prince's Mansion, anyway, you can
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Fan Yao was stunned for a long time, and finally nodded helplessly, "Okay!"
Murong Fu then took out the Shixiang Ruanjin Powder medicine and gave a small portion to Fan Yao.
"By the way, take this man with you, it might be useful!" Murong Fu pointed at the deer stick guest on the ground.
At this time, Luzhangke had already lost his knowledge. If he knew that he was treated like this by Murong Fu, he would probably be furious.
Fan Yao's face twitched twice, and without saying a word, he picked up the deer stick guest and walked straight to the first floor.
Murong Fu turned around and glanced at Mao Zhizhi, but when he saw those rather resentful eyes, he couldn't help but feel soft, "You stay here well, the people of the six major sects are all gentlemen, and they won't treat you wrong in public."
How about you, a woman? If you meet someone from Ruyang Palace, they will say that you were kidnapped by thieves!"
Mao Zhizhi nodded, her face slightly red, "You... you have to come back quickly, I'm a little scared..."
Murong Fu nodded, turned and left.
Those detained on the seventh floor were members of the Huashan Sect. When Murong Fu arrived at the building, he heard Xian Yutong's obscene voice, "You said it was the antidote? It was the antidote? You didn't reveal it."
If you don't tell me who you are, why should we believe you?"
"Huh, you don't believe me after I told you. I was entrusted by someone to deliver you the antidote." Fan Yao was so angry that he couldn't explain everything clearly.
In fact, even if he explained his identity, the people of the Huashan Sect would probably not believe him.
"I think you are shameless in terms of appearance and identity!" Xianyu Tong sneered at each other.
"you……"
What surprised Murong Fu was that in the entire Huashan sect, only Yue Buqun was sitting cross-legged very calmly. Although his face could not be described clearly, he looked calm and calm.
"We live very well here. We don't need your antidote. Get lost!" Xian Yutong obviously thought that Fan Yao was a member of King Ruyang, and he spoke rudely.
"Okay, okay, you guys are really talented! I won't serve you anymore!" Fan Yao is also a proud and arrogant person. If he is stimulated by this, he will not care about rescuing the six major sects.
"Since you are living well, let's not meddle in other people's business. Let your sect stay here forever!" Suddenly, Murong Fu's light voice came over.
Fan Yao's expression changed slightly at first, and then he felt happy. He thought that Murong Fu should have vented his anger from the same nostril as the six major sects, but he did not expect that Murong Fu would speak for him.
As for the people of the Huashan Sect, except for Yue Buqun whose expression moved slightly, everyone else was in a daze.
However, Xian Yutong quickly came to his senses and said with a smile on his face: "It turns out to be Mr. Murong, I wonder who this is?"
"This old boy is quite talented, and he is quite thick-skinned!" Murong Fu muttered in his heart. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that he and Fan Yao were together, and the story about the antidote was most definitely true.
Unexpectedly, Xianyu Tongma changed his face and pretended not to know.
However, what Murong Fu disliked the most was this kind of hypocrite, so he said in a cold voice: "Since your sect plans to stay here for a long time, we won't bother you anymore, we are very busy!"
Xian Yutong's face was slightly dull, but he didn't expect that Murong Fu would not give any face. He wanted to do it but didn't dare. Not to mention that the other party now had the antidote in hand. It was Murong Fu who showed it on Guangmingding.
Shenwei, he didn't dare to make a mistake, and immediately showed a flattering smile, "It's not Xian's fault, I just made a verbal conflict with this mysterious brother, Xian apologizes here!"
After saying that, he actually bowed and saluted Fan Yao, but he emphasized the word "mysterious" very strongly in his words, intending to remind Murong Fu: You are the one who is mysterious, you can't blame me.
Murong Fu didn't bother to bother with him. He glanced at Yue Buqun, signaled Fan Yao to give them the antidote, and went to the next floor on his own.
The eighth floor went quite smoothly. There was no expert to check it. It just had a few more mechanisms than the ones below. However, it was also an easy task for Murong Fu.
The ninth floor contains monks from the Shaolin Temple.
Among the first three sects, the people in the Shaolin Temple are the calmest. They all sit cross-legged and close their eyes in meditation, which seems to be no different from ordinary Zen meditation, with a somewhat unfazed charm.
Perhaps it was due to the total loss of internal strength that no one noticed Murong Fu's arrival.
"Bang bang", Murong Fu deliberately made his footsteps louder.
Master Kongwen opened his eyes and saw a flash of surprise. Then he stood up and bowed, "Amitabha, I didn't expect to see Master Murong again!"
The others were startled and hurriedly stood up to salute Murong Fu.
"There's something in this old monk's words!" Murong Fu secretly murmured, but speaking of the previous sect, Master Kongwen's words were the most pleasant. After all, at Guangmingding, he fell off the cliff in full view of everyone.
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The three previous sects either forgot about it or were too concerned about the antidote, but no one mentioned it.
Murong Fu immediately returned the salute, "Masters, you are polite. I have come here just to rescue you. However, I don't have the antidote. An ugly-looking man will come soon to break down the medicine for you."
, just wait a moment."
Hearing this, the three old monks were fine, but the others who were slightly younger could no longer remain calm, and they all said, "Really!"
"We can go out!"
"Finally, I can no longer be bullied by the Mongolian Tatars!"
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"Quiet!" Master Kongwen shouted loudly. Although his internal strength was gone, his voice still sounded like a bell and was full of energy.
"Okay, I have to save my friends from other sects and won't stay here any longer!" Murong Fu said goodbye and left.
"Senior brother, although Murong Fu has an eccentric character, he also has a chivalrous heart!" Kong Xing, who had always been a man of few words, spoke up in rare praise.
Kong Wen nodded slightly, then shook his head, but said nothing.
After passing through the tenth floor and arriving at the eleventh floor, Murong Fu couldn't help but froze for a moment when he saw the scene on this floor. He saw various torture instruments placed in the cell, including a tiger bench, a soldering iron, and some
winch……
Even many of Murong Fu had never heard of him and couldn't name them, but from the looks of it, they were all extremely cruel.
Murong Fu was surprised because although the cell in front of him was called a prison cell, there were no torture instruments prepared. This shows that Zhao Min had never tortured these people, but this cell was full of various kinds of things.
instrument of torture...
Suddenly, a loud shout came: "Tell me! Is Zhang Sanfeng deceiving the world and stealing his reputation? Is he a shameless person?"
Hearing this, Murong Fu couldn't help being slightly stunned. There was such an arrogant person in the world. He turned around and saw that in a small cubicle in the corner, an old man with a stooped body was torturing a Wudang disciple.
force'.
The old man had his back to Murong Fu. Although his silver hair was scattered, it was shiny and spotless, which made him look quite strange.
"Answer me quickly, or I'll roast it for you to eat!" The red-hot iron in the old man's hand was only an inch away from the disciple's chest, and his voice was already a little crazy.
The Wudang disciple's face was covered with blood, and his expression could not be seen, but he clenched his teeth tightly and his eyes were full of determination.
Murong Fu couldn't help but feel angry. This man seemed to have a deep hatred for Zhang Sanfeng. He turned around to look at the Wudang people, including Song Yuanqiao and others. Their faces were all bruised and bruised, and they had several large and small wounds on their bodies.
To describe it as embarrassing, it can be described as bleak.
Although Song Yuanqiao and others crossed their legs and closed their eyes, every time the disciple's screams were heard, their facial muscles would twitch slightly. Apparently their hearts were not as calm as they appeared. As for some young disciples, their faces had already turned pale.
'She was pale and her body was shaking involuntarily.
"Don't tell me!" The old man pressed the soldering iron down, and a harsh sound came out.
"If you 'force' him again, he will die!" Murong Fu frowned slightly and spoke.
"Who!" the old man shouted, and suddenly turned around.
When Murong Fu saw the old man's face, he couldn't help but be startled. What kind of face was that?
In the past, he always thought that Duan Yanqing had the ugliest face he had ever seen, but now, Duan Yanqing was resigned to being the loser.
I saw that the old man's facial muscles were prickly, with several deep wounds scattered horizontally and vertically, and even some faint traces of black blood remaining. He was completely disfigured and hideous.
When the old man saw Murong Fu's appearance, he raised his eyebrows immediately, and with a loud "crack" sound, he clenched his fist and struck at Murong Fu.
Song Yuanqiao heard the noise in the cell and couldn't help but open his eyes. When he saw it was Murong Fu, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, "Mr. Murong, it's great that you're okay!"
"Hey, I've met my opponent today!" Murong Fu chuckled, the energy in his Dantian surged out, and he punched out, as powerful as thunder, as fast as lightning, and disappeared without a trace. It was the punch that he had not used for a long time.
Shadow God Fist.
There was a loud "bang" sound, and the two fists collided. "Pfft", a circle of force rippled with the two of them in mind, spreading to all directions, followed by a quick "chichichichi" sound, and the pillars of the cell,
Tables, torture instruments, and any place that was swept by the internal force were all cut open.
Even the people in Wudang couldn't help but lean down, for fear of being 'affected' by the internal force.
As soon as the two sides fought each other, they immediately realized how powerful the other side was. They "Teng Teng Teng" stepped back continuously. Murong Fu took seven or eight steps back, while the old man took about ten steps back.
"Boy, who are you? There is actually a top master of your age in the martial arts world!" the old man asked angrily, his face was trembling with muscles, which made him look particularly ferocious.
"Murong Fu! Who is your Excellency?" Murong Fu said word by word.
But seeing that his expression had turned serious, they just exchanged a hand. Although he seemed to have the upper hand, in fact, his right fist was still trembling slightly, and his five fingers were even more numb and aching, because the opponent had nothing but the upper hand.
In addition to his powerful strength, his fists were as strong as steel. No wonder he suffered a moderate loss.
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