Murong Fu looked at the Huo Gong Tou Tuo on the ground, flicked his hands several times, and hit him with several powerful blows and disappeared. Then he turned to Song Yuanqiao and said: "You guys recover as soon as possible and go out to help. The commander is here too."
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"What! The master is here too!" Mo Shenggu looked shocked and was about to lead all his disciples out of the tower.
But he was stopped by Song Yuanqiao, "How much power have you recovered?"
The color on Mo Shenggu's face froze, "Two...two percent."
Song Yuanqiao glared at him, "Hurry up and meditate and adjust your breath."
Mo Shenggu had no choice but to sit back on the ground honestly.
"Master Song, I have to go rescue the people of the Emei sect. I won't delay here any longer. Take care of yourself." Murong Fu said goodbye with his hands in hand.
"Thank you so much for today, Mr. Murong. Please take care of yourself!" Song Yuanqiao saluted solemnly.
Murong Fu nodded, turned around and left with Fan Yaolou.
"Senior Brother, do you really want to hand this person over to Master? With Master's character, I'm afraid he will let him go." Yu Lianzhou frowned slightly, pointed at Huo Gong Tou Tuo and said.
Song Yuanqiao pondered for a while, shook his head and said: "You may not know this. This man was born in Shaolin seventy years ago. He is half of the same family as the master, but some unpleasant things happened later.
, two people..."
Murong Fu and Fan Yao arrived at the twelfth floor, where they found a group of female disciples from the Emei Sect.
"Hey, Murong Fu, you're not dead!" came a cool and pleasant voice, with a tone of shock and a hint of joy.
Murong Fu turned around and saw that it was Yuan Ziyi. At this time, her head was slightly disheveled, and her delicate little face was stained with some soot and grass clippings, but her dusty temperament was as if she had emerged from mud.
It looked like a dyed lotus flower, which was incompatible with the rather dirty and messy cell.
Master Miejie, who was sitting cross-legged, naturally saw Murong Fu, but she raised her eyebrows, snorted softly, and closed her eyes again.
"What an air!" Murong Fu secretly snorted, walked straight to the cell where Yuan Ziyi was, and said with a smile: "Aren't you happy to see that I'm not dead?"
Yuan Ziyi seemed to be in a good mood, and for the rare moment she didn't care about his teasing. She rolled her eyes at him and said, "You are really narcissistic. If I see any kitten or puppy alive, I will be in a good mood!"
"Really!" Murong Fu looked disappointed at that moment, "It's a shame that I came all the way to save you!"
As soon as these words came out, all the girls of the Emei Sect looked at Murong Fu in astonishment. Even Master Miejie glared at him fiercely, snorted coldly, and turned his head to the side.
Yuan Ziyi's eyes flashed with joy, but her face was sarcastic, "Hey, you said that, aren't you afraid that Junior Sister Zhiruo will be angry?"
Murong Fu also realized that what he said was a bit excessive, and his old face turned slightly red.
"Murong Fu, did you see Zhiruo when you came here? How is she?" Master Miejie suddenly asked coldly.
This was the first time that Murong Fu felt that Master Miejie was a little cute, and he immediately said seriously: "Master, don't worry, Zhiruo is fine. She has resumed her martial arts now. Okay, without further ado, I will explain it to you."
Yao', you recover your internal strength as soon as possible, and we rush out."
"Did you really bring the antidote?" Yuan Ziyi looked happy and asked impatiently.
A flash of emotion flashed across Master Miejie's eyes, and he glanced at Murong Fu slightly.
At this moment, an ethereal voice came, interrupting Murong Fu's words, "My little friend, you don't seem to be very kind in doing this. Have you ever taken me seriously?"
Murong Fu was startled. He looked back and saw a lama wearing yellow cassocks standing at the stairs leading to the thirteenth floor. He had delicate features, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a round face and skin that could not be seen.
Appearing to be in his thirties.
But what shocked Murong Fu was that even though he was standing in front of him, he could not feel his presence at all. In other words, if he closed his eyes, he would never be able to see him.
Moreover, as soon as this person appeared, the "hairy" feeling in his heart also followed.
"Who are you?" Murong Fu asked in a deep voice.
Before the lama could answer, Yuan Ziyi jumped up and shouted: "It's him. He's here chanting sutras every day. He's bored to death. Murong Fu, please teach him a lesson!"
Murong Fu couldn't help but glance at Yuan Ziyi strangely, and smiled bitterly: "Miss, don't you feel at all that the other party is a master of masters?"
Then he bowed to the new lama and said, "You haven't asked the master for his name yet?"
"My dharma name is Phagpa!" Lama Nian chuckled, "You must have 'caused' the noise downstairs just now!"
Murong Fu was shocked. Ever since he made a joke in front of King Jinlun, he had carefully checked all the information about Tibetan Tantric schools. Although he still knew too little, he had learned a lot about Pasiba.
of.
This man was born in Nalanda Temple and is known as the number one person in Tantric Buddhism in the Western Regions. He is also the imperial master of the Mongolian Kingdom. At the same time, this man is very senior and is said to be the same generation as Jiumozhi's master Lianhuasheng.
However, the man in front of him looked to be no more than thirty years old, which really surprised Murong Fu.
"What? You seem to have heard of me?" Seeing Murong Fu's reaction, Pa Siba asked with a somewhat strange look on his face.
Murong Fu came back to his senses and smiled, "What about that? Since the master is here to take charge, I won't bother you anymore!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Fu swayed, grabbed Yuan Ziyi and jumped towards the stairs.
Everyone else looked at Murong Fu with bewildered expressions, but Fan Yao's expression changed and he ran away without saying a word.
"Haha, what are you doing? Come back to me!" With a casual smile on his face, Basiba waved his hand, and immediately the whole tower was filled with heat, and only a long fiery red line was visible.
The energy was like a match rope, and it rolled towards the people at the stairs.
Murong Fu was startled, he held Yuan Ziyi in his arms with his left hand, and with a free stroke of his right hand, a white sword energy slashed down on him.
With a "pop" sound, the match rope was cut into two pieces, but before Murong Fu could breathe a sigh of relief, the two pieces of the match rope were twisted in the air like a severed snake body.
Xiang Murongfu and Fan Yao.
Fan Yao hurriedly slapped two palms, but the match had no effect at all and was even knocked back.
Murong Fu was surprised and at the same time, his sword energy slashed out again.
The "match rope" also used the same trick, split into two, and wrapped around Murong Fu and Yuan Ziyi respectively.
"This..." Murong Fu couldn't help but be stunned. In the past, others thought his martial arts was amazing, but now he finally truly felt what it means to be as high as a mountain.
Suddenly, Yuan Ziyi screamed "Ah".
It turned out that Murong Fu's "match rope" had already wrapped around Yuan Ziyi's thigh during this stunned effort.
"What a hooligan!" Murong Fu snorted secretly, stretched out his hand and scratched along Yuan Ziyi's thigh. The energy from his palm surged out, and finally forced the "match rope" back, but he didn't know when.
, the other match rope wrapped his waist tightly.
Murong Fu sighed helplessly, "Master, I'm back. Please take that weird thing back!"
When Pa Siba heard Murong Fu's praise, he couldn't help but smile, "Haha, if you have enlightenment earlier, things will be fine!"
Then he waved his hand in the air, and the match rope wrapped the three of them back to Pasiba.
Murong Fu put Yuan Ziyi down and smiled bitterly, "It seems we are going to be a pair of cheap mandarin ducks!"
"Bah!" Yuan Ziyi spat with a slightly red face, "Who wants to be a mandarin duck with you? You took advantage of me just now, and I haven't even settled the accounts with you yet!"
A few black lines appeared on Murong Fu's forehead, and he looked at her without saying a word.
Yuan Ziyi stuck out her little tongue, then turned to look at Ba Siba, "I didn't expect you to hide it so much. Fortunately, I always thought you were a very nice person."
Basiba always had a kind smile on his face, "Little girl, you have never asked me if I know martial arts!"
"Huh, don't get rid of this thing before I go back!" Yuan Ziyi pointed to the "match rope" at his ankle.
Pasiba stretched out his hand and made the match disappear into thin air.
Yuan Ziyi snorted, looked at Murong Fu, hesitated for a moment and whispered: "If you can't beat me, don't hold on. At worst, it's quite good to live here!"
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, then he realized what he was doing and nodded slightly, "I understand!"
Yuan Ziyi returned to the place where she lived before.
Murong Fu looked at Pa Siba and said, "What do you want, Master?"
"My little friend, I have a full heaven and profound blessings. Most importantly, my wisdom root is very good. It is very suitable for me to enter my sect. I wonder what you think, little friend?" Pasiba looked indifferent, but
What he said made Murong Fu no longer calm.
"What, you want me to become a monk?" Murong Fu's voice suddenly increased by eight points.
Pa Siba was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "You are not wrong to say that monks are monks. Our tantric sect and the original Shaolin monks also originated from Tianzhu. In Tianzhu, they are called monks."
"Dreaming!" Murong Fu looked at the great lama in front of him and was really speechless. If it weren't for the opponent's unpredictable martial arts, he wouldn't have the slightest confidence in winning. He had already been greeted by old fists, and someone actually persuaded him to become a monk!
"My little friend, don't be too busy to refuse," Pasiba was not angry at all. He said leisurely, "My little friend has deep demons in his heart. There is no other way to save him except entering my Buddha's door!"
Murong Fu's heart tightened and his face darkened, "What do you know?"
Ba Siba took a careful look at Murong Fu, and with that look, Murong Fu felt a chill inside and outside his body, as if someone was seeing him through the eyes, and his heart went crazy.
After a long while, Pa Siba sighed, "No wonder my inner strength has reached such a level at such a young age. It turns out that I have practiced evil skills. It's a pity that other people's things are always other people's, so I take them as my own by force."
, there will be a day of return after all, and by then, you will be devoured by ten thousand demons, your mind will be in a state of confusion, and you will dance wildly until your energy is exhausted and you die!"
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