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Chapter 312 See you again Pang Ban, let’s go on a killing spree! (middle)

"Master Fake..."

Qin Mengyao was greatly shocked when she witnessed Master Fake being defeated by Murong Fu in an instant without any chance of fighting back.

It should be noted that although Master Fake is only in his fifties, his eyebrows have turned white and long through practice. This shows that he has reached the seventeenth level of the "Bodhicitta Kung Fu".

If he was given another three months, he might be able to practice the 'Bodhicitta Kung Fu' to the eighteenth extreme state.

And it is precisely because of this that Master Fake was appointed as the new owner of Bodhi Garden not long ago, but now he is...

Seeing that Master Fu Ke's aura was weak and he was about to die soon, Qin Mengyao immediately took action to touch the key points of his heart, and then used his strength to instill a pure innate true energy into his body.

"Meng Yao deserves to be the successor of Cihang Jingzhai's generation. His own cultivation has actually broken through the innate realm. No wonder Yan Jing'an allows you to travel around the world!"

Seeing Qin Mengyao come to rescue Master Fake, Murong Fu did not stop him. Instead, he touched his palm and praised him.

It should be noted that the cultivation of the innate realm is extremely rare. Even the "Poisonous Hand" Qian Luo, who has been famous for the longest time in the "Black List", broke through the innate realm not long ago.

"Miss Mengyao... there is no need to use up your own energy to heal my wounds. I have... healing... holy medicine... in my arms..."

Moreover, if Murong Fu had intended to take his life, there would be no chance for him to survive!
Seeing that Murong Fu did not refuse, Qin Mengyao knew that Master Fake's life could be saved for the time being, but others in Liulin might not be so lucky.

Thinking of this, Qin Mengyao couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

Qin Mengyao took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms. After opening it, she felt the fragrance filling her nose. There was actually a green liquid inside, and her eyes were filled with surprise.

With this medicine to heal his injuries, Qin Mengyao naturally does not need to worry about him.

When Qin Mengyao heard Murong Fu's praise, there was no joy or sadness on her face. She just stared at Murong Fu and said calmly: "Mr. Murong, I wonder if I can go around the raft today, Master?"

The move he just made was a power-absorbing method that combined the "Dragon Capturing Technique" and the "Beiming Divine Technique", as well as the element-absorbing method in the "Heaven and Earth Destruction Great Soul-Searching Hand".

When Murong Fu heard this, he shook his head slightly and smiled.

Realizing that Qin Mengyao was not stingy in instilling her innate true energy into his meridians, Master Fake thought of his previous indifferent attitude towards Qin Mengyao. Now he felt ashamed in his heart, and he used his last remaining strength to forcefully speak.

It turned out to be the Shaolin sect's famous mountain-relieving medicine Fuzhen Ointment. This medicine, together with Gujianchi's "Huitian Dan" and Ruyun Temple's "Xiaohuanyang", are also known as the three famous medicines.

Not only was it as simple as absorbing all his skills, but his own vitality and essence also fell into Murong Fu's hands.

Murong Fu smiled slightly when he heard this and said, "Thank you so much, Brother Pang for the compliment!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Fu looked at the willow forest under the moonlit night and said coldly: "Among the rats from the Eight Sects Alliance, is it possible that only the great monk of Bodhi Garden has a little bit of blood?"

"Miss Mengyao is really kind-hearted. This monk is rude, but she still wants to save him!"

A clear voice came from the right side of the willow forest where Raf Ke was, saying: "Young Master is acting too domineeringly. We, the Alliance of Eight Factions, ask ourselves that we have no enmity or enmity with Young Master, so why do we want to seek trouble for the Eight Factions?"

The current great monk has just become a useless person. Whether to kill or not is no longer that important!

It's just that his skills have been abolished now. Not to mention taking over as the next owner of Bodhi Garden in the future, I'm afraid he won't even be able to protect his own safety!

"What Brother Murong has learned can indeed be called 'Bo'!"

However, Qin Mengyao is not yet as young as her, which shows the huge difference in talent between the two.

Both the Shaolin School and the Bodhi Garden belong to the Buddhist lineage, and are regarded as the next owners of the garden. It is not surprising that the Shaolin School has the holy healing medicine.

Pang Ban, who was on the side, saw the miserable condition of the little monk Fake. Judging from his cultivation, it was obvious that all of Fake's cultivation had been absorbed by Murong Fu. He was amazed in his heart and couldn't help but praise.

Soon a fat Taoist who smiled and seemed to be quite old, forty or fifty years old, but whose expression and behavior always had a hint of innocence and simplicity that made people fall in love with him at first sight, emerged from the forest.

The fat Taoist put away his smile, but in fact his stern face made people laugh more. He bowed far away to Pang Ban and Qin Mengyao who were boating in the middle of the lake, and said respectfully: "Young Taoist of Wudang, see the magician and Mr. Murong, Qin Meng girl."

Compared to others, his tone towards Murong Fu and Qin Mengyao was the most respectful.

The lingering sound at the end of the words was still lingering. Two people walked out of the willow forest under the moonlit night. From left to right, they were the ancient sword pool master 'Jiaoyu' Leng Tiexin who had shown up at the restaurant earlier, and a middle-aged Taoist nun. She has a pretty face, but her cheekbones are slightly high. As soon as she appeared, she bowed slightly and saluted: "Yunqing has seen the magician and Miss Mengyao in Ruyun Temple!"

However, Murong Fu's words clearly passed by him.

"Oh, it turns out you are the 'Cui Xiu Shuangguang' Yunqing that Fan Liangji has been pursuing so hard!"

Seeing that the Taoist nun deliberately ignored him, Murong Fu looked calm and didn't seem angry. He even looked at the Taoist nun in front of him with interest.

The "lone thief" was an interesting person, with a frank temperament and excellent dexterity skills. In particular, his "spying on people" and "eavesdropping skills" were unparalleled in the world. Even Murong Fu had to admire him.

This man is over fifty years old, but he is as pure as a child at heart. Especially his pursuit of the Taoist nun Yunqing who leads the practice is the most attention-grabbing.

Taoist Aunt Yunqing blushed slightly when she heard Fan Liangji's name. She deliberately wanted to refute, but in recent days Fan Liangji's pursuit of her has become more and more intense, and the two of them even met each other not long ago.

Seeing Murong Fu speak, she could only pretend not to hear.

"Be careful, you two, this person has an evil skill that can absorb people's power!"

Seeing the two Taoist disciples from the Wudang Sect and Yunqing Taoist Priest from Entering the Cloud Temple, the pale-faced Master Fake reluctantly spoke to remind them.

"An evil power that can absorb people's internal energy?"

Hearing this, Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Xiaoban and Taoist Aunt Yunqing couldn't help but change their expressions. Even Qin Mengyao on the side looked at Murong Fu with frozen eyes.

Just when she used her strength to inject a stream of pure and innate Qi into Master Fake's meridians, she realized that something was wrong, because for most people, when their skills are disabled, it is simply damage to the meridians or Qi sea.

However, Master Fake himself did not have such injuries, but his lifelong cultivation suddenly and mysteriously disappeared, just like the performance of ordinary people's martial arts being abolished.

"Evil skills... absorbing people's internal energy are not necessarily the so-called evil skills. You are really frogs in the well. You are shallow and do not know the true teachings of Taoism!" Murong Fu couldn't help but shake his head and sarcastically said after hearing this.

As a disciple of Wudang, the Taoist disciples couldn't help but retort after hearing what Murong Fu said: "How can such insidious means of stealing other people's inner strength be called the true biography of Taoism?"

Murong Fu shook his head slightly and said, "I told you, you are sitting in a well and looking at the sky, ignorant and ignorant!" Then he looked at Pang Ban with a smile and said, "Brother Pang, have you ever guessed my method?"

Pang Ban's eyes revealed a strange color and he said: "Outside Yingfeng Gorge, I once heard what my two servants said. Brother Murong's knowledge is profound and unpredictable. He could block a combined attack of the two servants with his body-protecting energy alone!
Pang now boldly guesses that Brother Murong's profound cultivation is due to this skill.

It's just that most Taoist martial arts emphasize carefreeness and harmonious coexistence with all things in the world, and this is the first time Pang has seen such a domineering Taoist true disciple like Brother Murong! "

Murong Fu smiled slightly and explained: "This skill is called 'Beiming Divine Skill'. After it is completed, every acupuncture point in the body will generate a vortex suction force, which can absorb the inner energy of others and turn it into Beiming's true energy!"

"Beiming Divine Skill, is this skill related to 'Xiaoyaoyou'?"

Pang Ban was indeed the only remaining master in the world. Just by listening to Murong Fu's words, he had already guessed the meaning of the Beiming Divine Art.

Murong Fu nodded and replied: "Yes, there is a saying in 'Zhuangzi's Xiaoyaoyou': 'To the north of the poor, there is a sea of ​​​​darkness, which is Tianchi."

There is Yuyan, which is thousands of miles wide, and no one knows how to cultivate it. He also said: "Moreover, if the accumulation of water is not thick, it will not be able to carry a large boat." Put a cup of water on the col hall, and the boat will be made of mustard; if you put the cup on top, it will be glued. The water is shallow and the boat is big.

Therefore, the first priority of our martial arts is to accumulate internal strength.

Since my inner strength is strong, I can use all the martial arts in the world, just like the Northern Ming Dynasty, I can carry all the big and small boats, no matter how big or small the fish is. "

Hearing this, Pang Ban couldn't help but move in his heart, and continued: "I saw that Murong Fu had just used this skill, but it seemed to be mixed with other methods!"

Murong Fu smiled slightly and said: "Sure enough, I can't hide it from Brother Pang. This skill is a demonic method. It's called the 'Heaven-Destroying Soul-Searching Hand'. It can seize the opponent's vitality and essence!"

"What a Beiming Divine Art! What a great soul-searching hand that can destroy heaven and earth!"

Hearing this, even though Pang Ban was carrying several classics from the Demon Sect, he couldn't help but be attracted by the strangeness of these two techniques, especially the Beiming Divine Technique, which opened his eyes even more. He touched his palm and sighed.

When Qin Mengyao on the side heard this, her beautiful face revealed a hint of sadness.

At this moment, she understood that when she left Jingzhai, Yan Jing'an asked her to let go and give her some words of encouragement when he said goodbye to her. She felt even more about Yan Jing'an's transcendent insight and wisdom into the dangers of the world. .

Zuo Mengyao couldn't help but sigh in her heart. She had many contradictions in her heart, because she could not take advantage of Pang Ban's injury to join forces with the eighteen-seeded masters to attack him, but she could not sit back and watch the eighteen-seeded masters being killed by him one by one.

Moreover, tonight on the bank of Liu Xin Lake, there is another formidable enemy whose cultivation level is no less than Pang Ban!
Qin Mengyao knew this very well, because as early as the moment Murong Fu appeared, her clear state of mind, which had reached the point of "clear heart of the sword", had already noticed the terrifying cultivation level of the coming person in advance.

Whether it was Murong Fu, who had a mysterious origin, or Pang Ban, who was overwhelming the world, they were definitely not masters that the people in front of them could deal with.

Even with her help, tonight's battle will be more defeat than victory.

And these eighteen seed masters are already the essence of the new generation of the Eight Factions Alliance. They are the talents cultivated by the eight factions after they gave up their prejudices. If they were all wiped out, the Eight Factions Alliance would not be able to recover within a few decades.

In this situation, it undoubtedly gave Fang Yeyu the best opportunity to secretly use his methods.

It is precisely because of the above considerations that Qin Mengyao is not willing to formally fight Pang Ban with the Eight Factions Alliance tonight.

Thinking of this, Qin Mengyao felt a chill in her heart.

With Fang Yeyu's intelligence, how could he not know about this 'Shallow Water Operation' against Pang Ban?
Even the sudden appearance of Mr. Murong might have been expected by him...

So what is set out tonight is a trap, allowing the eighteen seed masters to fall into the trap themselves.

Suddenly a cold snort came from the other side of the bank, and three other figures flashed out.

One of them, a tall and thin middle-aged man, actually jumped from the shore and flew to the middle of the lake. His body began to sink, but he was not impatient and touched the water again. He took the opportunity to stand next to the shore and moved like flowing water and clouds. Very beautiful.

"What a light skill! It seems that not all the eight factions in the alliance are losers!"

Seeing this man's extraordinary Qinggong, Murong Fu flashed a look of admiration and praised with a smile.

"I, Xie Feng, have met Mr. Murong!"

After the man landed, he stared at Murong Fu for a long time before coldly announcing his home status.

"Oh, it turns out that Changbai sect's Bladeless Knife' Xie Feng!"

When Murong Fu heard the visitor announcing his home address, he remembered the visitor's identity and instantly understood the reason for his cold tone.

Half a year ago, Xie Feng's son, Xie Qinglian, had an ear cut off by his sword slave as punishment for offending Xiao Qi in the downtown area.

There were two people beside him, a man and a woman. The man was slightly younger than Xie Feng. He had an upright face, sparkling eyes, a strong build, and carried two axes on his back. He looked like a brave man.

The woman was in her mid-thirties, with a pretty face. Unfortunately, there was a palm-sized red tire mark on her left side, which made her look sinister and scary. Her eyes contained anger, which made her very uncomfortable. When her eyes fell on Qin Mengyao, she clearly showed dissatisfaction.

Seeing these two people standing on the left and right of Xie Feng, it was not difficult for Murong Fu to guess their identities. These two people were also one of the eighteen upright masters, namely 'Cross Axe' Hong Dacai and 'Tie Rou'. Fu' Zheng Qingjiao.

Like Xie Feng, the two of them are masters of the Changbai Sect who have been famous for many years.

"How do you do, Mr. Murong, the magician? How do you do, Miss Mengyao? I am so happy tonight that my little brother is here to join in the fun. The 'Scholarly Family' Xiang Qingqiu and his wife Yun Shang pay their respects to all the masters."

A pair of middle-aged men and women, who looked like gods, walked leisurely from the path in the forest. The man was dressed in Confucian clothes, but his attitude was high-spirited and not weak at all. The woman was petite and weak, but her eyebrows were like flowers, her temperament was noble, and her expression was graceful. , giving people the air of being both wealthy and noble.

Now, nine of the eighteen masters of the White Dao have appeared, but Master Fake has already been defeated before he can take action, but his strength is still extraordinary. They seem to be standing casually on the shore of the lake, but in fact they have been faintly sealed. All escape options for Pang Ban and Murong Fu were eliminated. If they wanted to leave, they had to see Zhen Zhang.

When Zuo Mengyao saw everyone appearing, he couldn't help but take a breath, and his slightly turbulent mood calmed down in an instant, reaching the state of still water and transparency.

Because she has made a decision and is determined not to borrow anything to save this group of white Taoist masters who don't even know they have stepped half of their feet into the gate of hell.

(End of this chapter)