Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Chapter 142
Seeing that Po Luoxing swallowed the pill so readily, the man in gray chuckled, "Okay, Master is indeed a straightforward person. I hope we can have a happy cooperation."

"Can you tell me, what is your purpose for doing this?" Bo Luoxing asked.

The man in gray shook his head: "That's impossible. Master doesn't need to ask any more questions. In short, master will do things for me. I will help master get out of trouble. You and I each take what we need."

After finishing speaking, the man in gray stopped talking, and fled into the vast night alone.

Po Luoxing slumped down on the chair.

The reason why he took the medicine so happily was not because he believed the other party.Simply because he has no ability to resist.

If the other party wants to kill him, he has no room to resist.

Perhaps, by following what the other party said, you can really get out of trouble.

He smiled wryly and shook his head.

Enter Murong Fu's residence.

Murong Fu quietly watched the three of them finish eating the elixir, and he didn't intend to interrupt at all.

When the three of them had almost adjusted their breath, Murong Fu said with a smile: "How many masters have adjusted their breath?"

Xuanji and the three of them blushed: they were joked by a junior, and they let him do it again.

No matter how thick-skinned Xuanji is, he can't say harsh words at this time: "Thank you, Mr. Murong."

At this moment, a young girl's low laugh spread to the ears of several people: "Hey, the great monk is not ashamed, and the three of them teamed up to deal with my son still needs to rely on pills. My son will give way again and again. If you know some shame, you should leave quickly."

Xuannan and the others were ashamed, although they were quite displeased, they couldn't refute: What is this?

But Murong Fu explained to them very considerately: "The maid at home is ignorant, masters don't blame them."

Even so, Murong Fu's tone could not hear a trace of reproach.In my heart, I gave the owner of the voice a thumbs up: Ah Zhu, you did a great job.

Murong Fu also asked very caringly: "Masters, do you want to rest for a while, and fight again after you have adjusted your breathing?"

Xuannan and the others felt a mouthful of old blood simmering in their hearts, and couldn't vomit.

After all, Hui Chan, who was irritable, couldn't bear it any longer, drew out his saber and yelled angrily: "Murong Fu, you humiliated my masters and uncles. Today I will fight to the death with you!"

He slashed with his saber, before Murong Fu's whole body was touched, a huge chessboard fell from the sky, and then a force was transmitted from the chessboard, Jie Dao stuck to the chessboard and was taken away.

Before Huichan could react, the chessboard smashed face to face with the force of Mount Tai.

Hui Chan hurriedly dodged sideways, and was easily taken away by the chessboard with a sip of Jie Dao.

"Hey, Master Uncle. You concentrate on dealing with the Lord, and let us cook these little fish and shrimp."

It was Fan Bailing who spoke, and at this moment, the eight friends of Hangu had surrounded him one by one.

While talking, Azhu Abi came in front of Murong Fu.

Holding a strangely shaped long sword in his hand, A'Zhu said to Murong Fu: "My lord, I don't think these monks are polite at all. You don't need to be polite to them, just use your sword."

This sword is exactly the six-foot sword specially made by Murong Fu and Jiumozhi in the previous battle.In order to adapt to the wide opening and closing characteristics of the Murong family's swordsmanship, the blade was deliberately lengthened and widened.

Therefore, the weight of the whole sword with scabbard directly reached 38 catties, which was heavier than an ordinary steel whip, but Arjun held it firmly in his hand, without any sign of being powerless.

Murong Fu gave A'Zhu a meaningful look, then quickly hid his emotions and said with a smile, "A'Zhu, it's hard work."

Murong Fu took the sword in his hand, waved to the eight friends of Hangu: "You guys step back first. Shaolin eminent monk's martial arts can't hurt your uncle."

"Yes, uncle."

The eight friends of Hangu agreed and all retreated.In the Xiaoyao School, the words of the elders are bigger than the sky.If he, Murong Fu, said that they are not allowed to intervene, even if the house was burned today, they would not be able to intervene.

"Brother, do you think Uncle Master can get rid of these Shaolin monks smoothly?"

Divine doctor Xue asked a few senior brothers with a little worry. '

Before Kang Guangling and others could answer, Abi who was on the side said, "Uncle Xue, don't worry, the young master has always been cautious in doing things. He will never do things that he is not sure about."

The beautiful eyes are full of trust in Murong Fu, in her eyes, the young master has always been a proud phoenix, always confidently protecting the people around him under his phoenix feathers.

Kang Guangling nodded: "Master Uncle's martial arts, you have seen it before. Although these great monks have high martial arts skills, they are no more than equal to me. It is very easy for Master Uncle to deal with them."

Murong Fu held the sword in one hand and the end of the scabbard in the other, his aura suddenly rose by a foot.

"Today Murong Fu gave way again and again, several masters were aggressive and refused to retreat. Then it's no wonder that Murong Fu did his best in the future!"

"Master, be careful!"

Xuan Ji shouted to remind Xuan Nan.

While speaking, Murong Fu's long sword has arrived, directly piercing Xuannan's heart, attacking the enemy will save him.Xuannan was already full of vigilance, when he saw Murong Fu's move, he used a stance of chasing the stars and chasing the moon, trying to remove the long sword from Murong Fu's hand with the strength of a pair of iron palms.

Not wanting that Murong Fu's move was just a false move, Chang Jian played a sword flower in the air and then turned to Xuan Ji who was seriously injured earlier.

The sudden killing of the long sword carried a bone-piercing chill, sending chills down Xuanji's spine.

Not caring about face, he used the "Pingsha Luoyan style" to escape this incident.

He is very old, but now under the power of Murong Fu's sword, he is forced to crawl all over the ground, the monk Huizi at the side turned his head away, he couldn't bear to see his uncle's embarrassment.But Hangu Bayou was not so polite, and loudly applauded presumptuously.

Xuan Tong and Xuan Nan saw that their senior brother was in a critical situation, they brandished their Zen staff and Jie Dao respectively to attack from the left and right.Murong Fu didn't look back, he knocked the scabbard of Xuannan's Jiedao with his left hand, a strong force knocked Xuannan's Jiedao so that he almost dropped it.

Immediately, Murong Fu made a move to attract the dragon and attract the phoenix, barely avoiding Xuan Tong's Zen stick. With a "bang", the iron Zen stick hit the stone slab, and stone chips were scattered everywhere.

Xuan Ji didn't know well, seeing the opponent coming aggressively, he couldn't avoid it.Gritting his teeth, he forcefully raised his palms together, and hit Murong Fu's chest directly with another move of "one slap and two scattered".If this move is successful, Murong Fu will definitely die, and he will also die under Murong Fu's sword.

With a "bang", Xuan Ji's two palms firmly imprinted on Murong Fu's chest, but the expected scene of Murong Fu being seriously injured and vomiting blood did not appear.He only felt that the strength of his palm was like a basin of water splashed on a large pile of cotton, and it disappeared in an instant.

Just when Xuannan and the two were about to pursue, they froze in place with a cold snort: "Don't move, unless you want him to die!"

Murong Fu put his foot on Xuan Ji's stomach, and the long sword was placed on the opponent's neck, as long as he stretched his strength a little, Xuan Ji died instantly on the spot.

"Murong Fu, don't hurt my brother's life!" Xuan Tong exclaimed.

"Oh? Then I will use my fingers to kill this person with a sword. How about the two of you?"

Under the moonlight, the long sword pressed against Xuan Ji's skin, exuding a chilly air.

"Murong Fu, kill if you want! Why should I, Xuanji, be afraid!"

Xuan Ji was caught so easily by Murong Fu, and stepped on his feet in such a humiliating posture, he felt that his face was dull, and he yelled loudly.

"you shut up!"

Murong Fu suddenly shouted angrily, which made Xuan Ji stunned.

"If you want to die so much, why don't you just hit the labor-capital sword? It's not easy to want to die, so I won't stop it!"

He gasped heavily, apparently the blow just now had caused him some suffering, at this moment his mood was extremely irritable, and he was not polite in speaking.

Regulating breath, suppressing the sweetness in his throat, Murong Fu sighed in his heart: Beiming Divine Art is indeed Wu Yazi's kung fu of suppressing the bottom of the box, this defensive power is really terrifying.

(End of this chapter)