Five hundred and fortieth IX what is the intention
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Murong Fu had no expression on his face, and opened his hands. When the time came, a strong wind surged in the palace. Within a few feet of the radius, the weapons of everyone trembled and buzzed. Then, with a swipe, they flew out automatically, and they all went in unison.
Murong Fu gathered his heads and left.
"Since you all want to eliminate demons and defend the Tao, let me be a demon for once!" Murong Fu's voice seemed to come from Jiuyou, cold and emotionless, "Go!"
"Chichichichi" there was a rapid sound, and more than a hundred weapons flew out from Murong Fu's head at the same time. The momentum was so fierce and the moves were so mysterious that everyone in the hall could only see their hearts swaying. Everyone in the hall marveled at his swordsmanship, even the Tianshan boy's grandmother.
He stopped chasing the Huashan disciples and stared blankly at Murong Fu's actions, gaining an additional understanding of Murong Fu's martial arts skills.
Seeing that nearly a hundred disciples of the Quanzhen Sect were about to lose their lives at the hands of Murong Fu, at this moment, an extremely old voice sounded in the hall, "My little friend, please keep a line in your life so that we can meet each other in the future. If you kill them all like this, I'm afraid you will do something wrong."
OK!"
The sound was elusive and elusive, as if it was close in front of you and yet it seemed far away in the horizon.
But the next moment, a wave of energy suddenly set off in the hall, like an overwhelming mountain. Everyone was thrown out one after another, even the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect. The speed was extremely fast, and they were already there in the blink of an eye.
Before Murong Fu returned.
The weapons flying all over the sky plunged into the air waves, but they fell into the mud and into the sea. They disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the air waves continued to hit Murong Fu.
"What kind of person is pretending to be a ghost?" Murong Fu shouted loudly, and immediately bent his legs slightly, made a circle with his left hand in the air, and slowly pushed out with a palm of his right hand.
"Roar!" A dull explosion was heard, and a mountain-like golden palm flew out and hit the air waves in an instant.
There was a loud "bang" sound, air waves flew up, the palm force spread out, and the whole hall seemed to tremble.
When the smoke and dust dissipated, everyone looked intently, and saw a tall, thin old man with a silver beard standing in front of Murong Fu. He was dressed in a white Taoist robe, with a ruddy complexion and a child-like face, with a faint halo flowing around his body.
A fairy-like temperament emerged spontaneously.
At this time, Murong Fu and the old man were trying to catch each other's palms. It was obvious that they were competing for palm power.
"Who is your Excellency?" Murong Fu's face was slightly rosy, obviously it was not easy to hold hands with the old man.
The old man just smiled and shook his head without saying a word. On the other hand, Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi behind him widened their eyes in disbelief and shouted excitedly, "Teacher...Teacher..."
I don’t know if I was too excited to say yes, but I didn’t say the last word “teacher” after several times.
Murong Fu's eyes moved slightly, his face suddenly became extremely surprised, and he exclaimed, "Are you Wang Chongyang?"
"Wang Chongyang?"
"Chongyang, the king of supernatural power?"
"Isn't he dead? Has he really become an immortal?"
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For a moment, everyone in the palace was whispering to each other, but what they discussed was all shocking and incomprehensible.
The old man in white just smiled faintly and nodded slightly.
"How could you not be dead?" Murong Fu couldn't help but ask. He never expected that Wang Chongyang, the founder of the Quanzhen sect, was still alive, and just when he was about to kill the disciples of the Quanzhen sect, he suddenly appeared.
This is a huge gap.
Wang Chongyang raised his brows slightly, "My little friend, you'd better be more attentive!"
"I know it without you reminding me!" Now that he had broken his face, Murong Fu didn't have anything to be polite about. The true energy in his dantian immediately surged and he gained a little more strength.
A look of surprise flashed across Wang Chongyang's face, and he said with admiration, "It's really rare for me to have such accomplishments at such a young age. If you can change your behavior, you will be able to make great achievements in the future and contribute to the world."
Brings blessings to the common people."
"Huh, Your Excellency, it's better not to rely on your old age!" Murong Fu said angrily, but he was very shocked in his heart. Ever since he condensed his true energy, he felt like "he will be the best in the world", and even felt that he would never be the best in the world.
There would be no rival, but I didn't expect that today I would meet the legendary Wang Chongyang, and the opponent's inner strength was so deep that I actually felt like I had no bottom.
"Young people should be afraid of not having a sense of awe!" Wang Chongyang said with a smile.
"I just don't believe in this evil!" Murong Fu snorted coldly, and the Northern Dark True Energy surged out from his whole body. At the same time, he kicked off his legs violently, even using his physical strength.
Wang Chongyang was slightly startled. He thought that Murong Fu had already used all his skills before, but he didn't expect that a new force would come over him immediately. Is this kid a bottomless pit? Then he heard a "bang" sound, and his figure could no longer stand upright.
Teng Teng took a few steps back.
Wang Chongyang looked at Murong Fu blankly, with an extremely surprised look on his face. After a while, he sighed slightly, "There are many talented people in this generation, but I didn't expect that this generation would have such a weirdo and monster like you. I'm afraid even if I do it again
Being thirty years younger may not be your opponent."
For a moment, everyone in the hall took a breath. The god-like Wang Chongyang, the best master in the world, was no match for Murong Fu. So how high is his martial arts?
As for the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, they were overjoyed one after another. They kept looking at Wang Chongyang. Sure enough, they were exactly the same as the paintings hanging in the Patriarch Hall. They were even more out of place. For a moment, they all had a feeling of being in trouble.
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Murong Fu was secretly proud in his heart, but his face did not reveal anything. He just asked lightly, "There are rumors in the world that Wang Chongyang really died after he pretended to be dead and successfully attacked Ouyang Feng. How can you still be alive? And these years in Chongyang Palace
I've been in disaster several times, but you've never taken action?"
"Huh? How did you know about the fake death?" Wang Chongyang looked startled and couldn't help turning his head to look at Qiu Chuji.
Qiu Chuji shook his head blankly.
Then he said with both shock and excitement, "Master...Master, is it really you!"
His shoulders were shaking slightly, but Wang Chuyi burst into tears, "Master, disciple... I miss you so much..."
"Okay, you two are also masters. You can cry and cry, but you are not afraid of the disciples' jokes!" Wang Chongyang glared at the two of them angrily and scolded them warmly.
"Yes, yes, I didn't expect to see Master again in my lifetime. I'm really... really excited!" The two of them hurriedly wiped away the tears from the corners of their eyes and laughed.
Unexpectedly, Wang Chongyang had a real expression on his face. He stroked his white beard under his chin and said, "Your Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms were passed down to you by an old beggar, right?"
"How do you know?" Murong Fu frowned slightly. He received the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon from Hong Qigong. Only a few people knew about it, and he had never spread it to others. Could it be Hong Qigong himself?
Said?
"Haha!" Wang Chongyang smiled slightly, with a trace of nostalgia flashing in his eyes, "There are only a few people in the world who know how to subdue the dragon with the Eighteen Palms, and he is the only one who can only pass on the fifteen palms to others and leave three moves behind."
"You also know this?" Murong Fu couldn't help being shocked, his face full of doubts.
"You don't know?" Wang Chongyang also glanced at Murong Fu unexpectedly, and then nodded, "This is not a secret. The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms seem simple, and there is no connection between each palm and each style. In fact, there is something mysterious.
Great clumsiness is also great skill."
Murong Fu felt a little relieved and nodded slowly. Then he remembered that Hong Qigong had also said this before. The eighteen moves of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms may not seem to be related, but they are closely related and can also affect the palm skills.
power.
But immediately, Murong Fu became confused again. He had attacked the Quanzhen Sect disciples before but really wanted their lives. Now, Wang Chongyang was talking to him in a pleasant manner. This seemed inappropriate. He couldn't help but frown and said, "I'm here.
You almost killed your disciple and grandson before, don’t you want to say something?”
"Haha, little friend, you are worrying too much. I am not an unreasonable person. They broke into your palace's territory without permission, but their skills are not as good as others. Even if they die in my hands, it is their own fault and no one else can blame them!" Wang Chongyang said an order.
Murong Fu was shocked by what he said.
As for Qiu Chuji and others behind him, they looked ashamed.
Wang Chongyang continued, "I just have a doubt, and I hope you can clear it up!"
"Here he comes!" Murong Fu's heart trembled.
"I heard that the Murong family has done a lot of things secretly in recent years. I wonder if I can tell you the reasons." Wang Chongyang asked quietly.
Murong Fu's eyes narrowed and he looked deeply at Wang Chongyang, "There are some things that seniors should not know."
"Oh? Do you want to say that the more you know, the faster you will die?" Wang Chongyang laughed, "Don't worry, little friend, I have lived for such a long time. Even if I die suddenly today, I can rest in peace."
very."
"What about them?" Murong Fu glanced at everyone in the hall, and most of them focused on the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect and the Huashan Sect.
"This..." Wang Chongyang was stunned for a moment, and then nodded slowly after a long while, "Then, little friend, can I take a step to speak?"
He certainly understood what Murong Fu meant. The previous position of Piaomiao Peak was just that. If these people were allowed to hear any important information again, it would be a life-and-death situation.
Yue Buqun's eyes flickered slightly, not knowing what he was thinking, but Qiu Chuji was very curious, wondering why the master came here.
"Humph, no!" Murong Fu snorted coldly. He didn't know much about Wang Chongyang yet, so he would not agree to any of his requests at will.
"You really don't want to go?" Wang Chongyang frowned slightly. He didn't expect Murong Fu to refuse so simply, "The old Taoist has a good thing that will benefit the Murong family!"
"Who knows what tricks you, old man, are playing!" Murong Fu secretly cursed in his heart, but he shook his head and said calmly, "I won't go!"
"Old Taoist has a method!" Wang Chongyang was not angry at all. After pondering for a while, he suddenly laughed, "Old Taoist and these unskilled disciples will be temporarily detained in Lingjiu Palace. If you have any dissatisfaction with Old Taoist afterwards, you can do it.
Let them stay here for a long time! As for these comrades of the Huashan Sect, it is better to let them go!"
"That's not possible. These people are so daring, I won't let you go!" Murong Fu still shook his head and said resolutely.