Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 312 Everyone: This monk knows some magic, right?!
As soon as he finished speaking, the monk suddenly attacked. Zhaixingzi, who was dressed in foreign clothes, felt a darkness before his eyes. He subconsciously swung his palm to hit the monk, but an extremely powerful fist force penetrated his palm power and deflected several Heart-Shocking Bombs. The scattered green fire fell on a flag-bearing disciple and burned him in an instant.

"I have no grudge against you..."

Before he finished saying the word "revenge", the Vajra Fist that was about to hit Zhaixingzi's face suddenly stopped, and was followed by a finger.

Zhaixingzi felt his chest go numb, his energy all dissipated, and he fell to the ground with a cold snort.

Chu Pingsheng grabbed his shoulders and lifted him up, then flew away.

Ah Zi was so scared that she held her head with both hands and screamed frantically: "Don't kill me, don't kill me."

Xuan Sheng felt a chill when seeing this scene. They were captured by Ding Chunqiu and brought to Tianlongdiya Valley. They had fought with Zhaixingzi before and knew very well that the other party was stronger than them. But now they were captured alive because they could not even withstand two moves from Monk Kongxu.

When the others reacted, Chu Pingsheng was in the air, throwing the Star-Picking Sword forward and hitting Deng Baichuan on the head.

This master of internal martial arts, who ranked first among the four generals of the Murong family, had no time to think. He gathered his strength in his palm and directly launched a shocking move.

Unexpectedly, the monk arrived first, and with a light circle and twist of his palm, he dissolved his Qi. His signature stone-breaking moves turned into fancy punches and kicks, which lightly hit Zhaixingzi on the back.

"Evil monk, don't hurt my brother."

Gongye Qian was the closest and reacted the fastest, he slapped out with his palm.

But for some reason, not only did the power of this palm be reduced, but its trajectory also changed, entangled with Zhaixingzi's hand. When the monk was about to exert his strength to knock the dead-like guy away, he turned around and suddenly grabbed Zhaixingzi's throat. He only felt a suction force sticking to him, and he could no longer break free, as his internal force surged out uncontrollably.

Chu Pingsheng hooked the five fingers of his left hand, and under the Crane Controlling Skill, Murong Fu, who had lost his martial arts skills, was pulled over by him with a confused look on his face, and they were facing each other with their palms.

Deng Baichuan's palm was against Zhaixingzi's back, Gongye Qian's palm was against Zhaixingzi's right hand, Monk Kongxu pinched Zhaixingzi's throat, and his other hand was connected with Murong Fu.

This scene stunned everyone present.

Murong Bo was about to rescue him when Chu Pingsheng warned him, "If you want your son to recover, stay still."

Murong Bo gritted his teeth and retracted the foot he had taken, but it seemed that this decision was very difficult, and he actually left a clearly visible white mark on the bluestone ground.

Chu Pingsheng still had energy to speak, but Deng Baichuan and Gong Yeqian were not so comfortable. With the addition of Zhaixingzi, their whole bodies were shaking like a sieve, and their internal energy gushed out and was injected into Murong Fu's body after being transferred.

This is……

The Divine Art of the North Sea?

Kang Guangling, Fan Bailing and the others looked at each other in bewilderment. As Xiaoyao Sect disciples, they certainly knew the magical power of Beiming Divine Art - absorbing the inner strength of others to strengthen oneself, but what about this newly recognized uncle? He could actually transfer the inner strength of the second person to a third person? Was this still the Beiming Divine Art they knew?
People like Xuansheng from Shaolin Temple, the deputy leader of Longmen Gang, the people from Tengyun Villa, the elders of Junshan Sect, the leader of the Beggar Gang... These people didn't know much about Beiming Divine Art, but after seeing the scene before them and thinking about the conversation between Monk Kongxu and Murong Bo just now, they realized something.

"No way? Transferring the internal energy of the first person to the second person? This martial arts is too weird." The second elder of Junshan Sect already had deep cheekbones wrinkles on his face, and after seeing this scene, the situation became much worse.

"Doesn't this mean that Monk Kongxu can make anyone stronger if he wants to?"

The deputy leader from the Beggars' Sect's Dayi branch glanced at Duan Yanqing, Yue Lao San and others and said, "I've never seen him do this before. If he trains a group of evil demons who obey his orders, the Central Plains martial arts world will be in danger."

"Amitabha." Xuansheng agreed deeply, and twirled the Buddhist beads on his chest quickly: "If we can't get rid of this Buddhist scum as soon as possible, Shaolin will be in danger."

Xu Zhu thought about it for a long time but couldn't understand the logic. He couldn't help but muttered quietly: "Did Xu Kong do something wrong? Xiaoyao Sect has done him a favor. He defeated Ding Chunqiu, who betrayed his master and ancestors, and saved the life of the old senior Wuyazi. The Murong father and son plotted against him, but his cleverness backfired. He didn't sit idly by and watch Murong Fu commit suicide with a sword. Now he just transferred the inner power of Zhaixingzi, who had been threatening the little girl in purple, to Murong Fu. Without martial arts, those people can't fight and kill. Isn't this saving lives better than building a seven-story pagoda?"

Hui Tong heard his mumbling, his eyes widened angrily, wrinkles appeared on his forehead, and he wished he could slap this traitor to death.

"Zhaixingzi deserves such a fate. What about Deng Baichuan and Gongye Qian?"

"Uncle Master, aren't Deng Baichuan and Gong Yeqian subordinates of the Murong family? If they can save the young master's life, I think they will be willing to give up their martial arts. Look at that girl named A Bi, isn't she like that?" "..."

Xu Zhu was explaining very seriously, but for some reason, the more he explained, the angrier Hui Tong became, and even saying "Amitabha" several times couldn't suppress his anger.

On the other side, Jiumozhi's eyes flickered, and hesitantly wondered whether to kill him while he was sick.

The transmission of skills is a very dangerous thing. Once disturbed by external forces, it is very likely to go astray. Even if Monk Kongxu's Beiming Divine Art is very magical and there is no worry of going astray, it would be difficult to resist the sneak attack of a master like him, right?

Once you succeed, you will get the Six Meridians Divine Sword, Yi Jin Jing, North Sea Divine Art, Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms... God knows how many peerless magical skills you can get. Isn't this faster than making a deal?
Just as he looked at You Tanzhi beside him, preparing to become a human bomb, Murong Bo took two steps towards him and sneered at him.

Jiumozhi's heart trembled, his expression slightly bitter, knowing that the old fox Murong had seen through his thoughts.

Just now he was helping Monk Kongxu to deal with Murong Bo, and within a meal time, the situation turned around, and it was Murong Bo who helped Monk Kongxu to be on guard against him. This feeling... is extremely unpleasant.

Wang Yuyan and A'Bi stared at the five people in the field, while Mu Wanqing was still telling Duan Yu what happened. After a while, there was a sudden "puff" sound, and Gong Yeqian and Deng Baichuan vomited blood and flew backwards. Their faces were as pale as frost, their eyes were like copper bells, they covered their chests, twitched a few times, and died with their heads tilted.

However, Zhaixingzi, who was sandwiched between four people, had only lost 90% of his internal strength. He was dazed and looked around with confused eyes. His life was not in danger for the time being.

"Cousin, how are you?" Wang Yuyan didn't have time to feel sad for Gong Yeqian and Deng Baichuan. She walked up to Murong Fu and asked worriedly.

Murong Fu took a deep breath, looked at his hands, and suddenly swung out with a palm, killing the confused Zhaixingzi.

"Hahaha, I've recovered. My skills have recovered! And I've even improved."

Murong Fu was overjoyed to have his lost powers restored. He raised his hands high and laughed loudly to the sky.

The flesh under Murong Bo's eyes kept twitching as he looked at the bodies of Deng Baichuan and Gong Ye Qian with a gloomy face. These two men had been his retainers for many years, but in the end they ended up like this.

Jiumozhi even mocked without any sympathy: "These two heroes can be said to have devoted their lives to their cause and died without regrets."

"Amitabha, good, good." Chu Pingsheng said, "I admit that I am not familiar with the Beiming Divine Art for the first time, and there is still a lot of room for improvement. Give the monk more time, and he will definitely be able to do better."

Murong Bo clenched his fists until they made a creaking sound. At last, he snorted coldly, walked to Murong Fu, grabbed his son's shoulders, said "Let's go", and the father and son left in a hurry.

Today had been embarrassing enough, and he was worried that if he stayed any longer, he would not be able to resist fighting with Monk Kongxu.

Chu Pingsheng looked at the two people's backs as they walked away, and said sarcastically: "Mr. Murong, are you going to give the task of collecting their bodies to the two girls? This is not good."

A-Bi walked over, closed the eyelids of Deng Baichuan and Gong Yeqian, and looked at their bodies sadly.

Based on her understanding of Monk Kongxu, she knew very well that they were killed because of their rude words. If we look at it from this point of view, she was doing something secretly, and Monk Kongxu only punished her by slapping her in the face, which was already a lenient sentence.

Wang Yuyan walked behind her, also with a sad look on her face, and spoke in a low voice.

"Brother Deng..."

"Second Brother Gongye..."

Yue Laosan looked at Duan Yanqing, who had an expressionless face, then looked at Ye Erniang, who was twirling her hair with her fingers and pretending to be coquettish, and pointed at Chu Pingsheng and laughed.

"Deng Baichuan, Gongye Qian, Bao Bu Tong, Feng Bo'e, this maid named A Bi, what's the other one's name? Yes, A Zhu... Monk Kong Xu, you've almost plucked all of Murong Fu's hair. Hey, can you find someone else to pluck?"

(End of this chapter)