Murong Fu withdrew his right hand to defend the empty door, and used his left hand to push the boulder. Duan Yanqing's iron staff moved slightly, and with a "chi" sound, a yang finger shot towards Murong Fu's "Tianchi point".
Murong Fu made a half-circle with his right wrist in the air, and the finger force disappeared strangely. Duan Yanqing was stunned. Murong Fu stretched out his index finger, and "chi" was actually an identical finger force reflected back.
Duan Yanqing was shocked and hurriedly pointed out another finger, which collided with Murong Fu's finger force. However, Murong Fu's finger force still had enough strength, and Duan Yanqing was knocked back three steps by "kick, kick, kick".
Duan Zhengming was also surprised, "Yiyangzhi! Who are you?"
Duan Yanqing's lips and teeth didn't move, but a voice came out from his abdomen, "No! This is repaying the other person with the same thing." The voice was indescribably unpleasant.
"Gusu Murong!" Master Huang Mei exclaimed when he heard the Chinese character "repay him with his own way." Then he stood up and looked at Murong Fu carefully. After a while, he murmured with a complex expression: "No wonder Something seems familiar."
Murong Fu nodded, "Yes, I'm Murong Fu of Gusu."
At this time, a voice came from the Zhengming camp, "Amitabha, may I ask if there is any connection between Donor Murong and the death of Junior Brother Xuanbei of our temple?"
Murong Fu turned around and saw an old Shaolin monk. He was thin and had a white beard. "I wonder who the master is?"
The old monk took a few steps forward, folded his arms and said, "The poor monk is sitting in the Bodhidharma Hall of Shaolin Temple, Xuannan."
Murong Fu was not as arrogant to the people of the Shaolin Temple as he was to the Duan family. He gave a slight salute and said, "The death of Master Xuanbei of your temple has nothing to do with my Murong family."
In fact, Murong Fu was not sure, but naturally he couldn't say it directly.
Xuannan didn't believe it, "Junior Brother Xuanbei died because of his famous stunt, the 'Great Skanda Pestle'. I don't think anyone in the world can use this technique of 'repaying him with his own way' except the Murong family." Out."
He still didn't say a word. Xuanbei had sent a message saying that it was found out that Murong Bo seemed to have faked his death and that he might be silenced for this reason.
"Master, I don't know. I am afraid that the unique Shaolin skills of your temple have been leaked a long time ago. Therefore, there are many people who can kill Xuanbei with the 'Great Skanda Pestle'. If nothing else, there are people in your temple who know the 'Great Skanda Pestle'." Not a few either!"
Although Xuannan heard what he said was reasonable, the Shaolin Temple had already determined that the matter was related to the Murong family, so how could he be fooled by Murong Fu with just a few words?
"I also ask the benefactor to come with me to Shaolin and explain clearly to the abbot. If it really has nothing to do with the Murong family, this temple will certainly clear Mr. Murong's innocence."
Murong Fu looked a little impatient, "Huh, if I say it has nothing to do with my Murong family, it has nothing to do with it. Do you think that Master still wants to tie me up to Shaolin?"
He was so anxious about Zhong Ling's situation that he had no time to argue with the old monk.
"If Mr. Murong persists in his stubbornness, then I will have no choice but to use force." As he spoke, Xuannan stepped forward slowly, his robe sleeves fluttered, and his fists under the sleeves whirred hard to attack Murong Fu. This was a unique skill that Xuannan had practiced hard for decades. "The universe lies within one's sleeves".
"Good fellow, if you disagree with me, you'll take action, and if you take action, you'll use a special move!" Murong Fu secretly cursed, but his face was quite serious. .
And the power of the punch hidden under the sleeves is even more difficult to see where the punch comes from, making it difficult for people to guard against it.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them were fighting. Murong Fu relied on his extremely quick reaction to catch Xuan Nan's punch.
Just when Murong Fu was about to launch a counterattack, with a "whoop" sound, Xuannan's sleeves automatically brushed towards Murong Fu's face with great force.
Murong Fu was startled and hurriedly ducked, but was hit by Xuannan's punch in the chest, and was knocked back several steps.
Seeing that Xuan Nan had defeated the arrogant Murong Fu with just one move, everyone around them praised him: "Shaolin magic is really extraordinary" and "He deserves to be the seat of Bodhidharma"...
Murong Fu rubbed his chest. Although the punch did not cause him any damage, it was still painful.
He had never practiced Shaolin's stunts, so he didn't know that in addition to the fist power hidden in his sleeves, his sleeves also contained extremely powerful moves and power.
How can this be called "the universe inside the sleeve"? There is obviously the universe outside the sleeve.
Seeing Xuan Nan's sleeves stirring up and attacking again, Murong Fu felt angry and raised his hand to slap Xuan Nan's sleeve. He intended to use force to defeat his skill. He was confident that Xuan Nan's internal strength was extremely powerful.
Not as deep as myself.
The two forces collided, and only a "chichi" sound was heard. Suddenly, dozens of gray butterflies seemed to fly out of Xuannan's body, flying up and down.
When everyone took a closer look, it turned out that these "butterflies" were all transformed from Xuannan's sleeves. At this time, Xuannan's sleeves were broken, revealing a pair of skinny arms, which looked very inelegant.
It turned out that the inner strength of the two of them had just stirred up, shattering Xuannan's sleeves.
Xuannan lost his sleeves, so naturally he could no longer use the magic in his sleeves, and his face was filled with shame and anger. Murong Fu broke his famous skill with just one move, and he was very embarrassed today.
A flash of green energy flashed across Xuannan's face, his arms went straight up and down, and he fiercely attacked Murong Fu.
Everyone recognized that Xuan Nan was using the "Taizu Chang Fist" that was widely circulated in the world. Everyone was stunned at first and thought in their hearts: "This Shaolin monk who is famous all over the world actually uses such a boxing technique to fight against the enemy."
However, after seeing a few moves, he was in awe. He saw that Xuannan's fists generated wind and were so powerful.
Xuan Nan was angry, and Murong Fu was even more angry. After parrying a few moves, he immediately used the Shadowless Divine Fist to attack back, causing Xuan Nan to attack from left to right.
At this moment, a voice came from behind Zhengming, "Master, let me help you!" Suddenly, several golden light points shot towards Murong Fu's eyes and ears.
In the midst of the electric light and flint, Murong Fu stretched out a hand, sucked in the palm of his hand, and all the golden dots fell into his hand.
Murong Fu didn't even look at what kind of hidden weapon it was, and threw it back the way it came.
However, the screams did not come. Murong Fu took the time to take a look. It turned out that the hidden weapon had been taken by the Duan brothers. A wretched face appeared behind the two of them, looking at Murong Fu with frightened expressions.
When others came to help, Xuan Nan thought he could breathe a sigh of relief, but Murong Fu neutralized the hidden weapons of others in the blink of an eye, and the attack became more fierce.
Seeing that he was about to be defeated, Xuannan pointed his finger at Murong Fu's "Xuanji Point", which was the "Tianzhu Buddha Finger" of the seventy-two unique skills.
Murong Fu heard a very subtle "chichi" sound in his finger, and immediately dodged sideways. At the same time, he pointed at Xuannan's "Tanzhong point", which made Xuannan unable to move immediately.
Xuan Nan was defeated in an instant, and everyone was speechless. The more they felt that the Murong family was unfathomable.
Murong Fu glanced at Xuan Nan angrily, "I have an old relationship with Shaolin, and I don't want to hurt you. I will come and relieve your acupuncture points after I save someone." But even the master didn't want to scream anymore.
Then Murong Fu looked at the wretched old man who had made a sneak attack just now, wondering in his heart who this old man was, "The same goes for you, we will settle the score later."