Swords emerge from Mount Hua, sweeping across the heavens from the world of Swordsman.

Murong Fu's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Sonorous!

The long sword was drawn and pointed directly at Yue Zhuoqun.

"Come here and prepare to die!"

The Shifting Stars Technique is a secret skill of the Murong family, and it must never be learned by outsiders!

"Young Master, this Young Master Yue is highly skilled in martial arts; you may not be his match!" Abi anxiously advised.

Having witnessed the battle between Yue Zhuoqun and Kumārajīva, she deeply understood Yue Zhuoqun's formidable strength.

"No, no, even if this kid has secretly learned the Murong family's martial arts, how could he be a match for the young master?"

"You mustn't boost the morale of others while diminishing your own; this will only make the young master more dissatisfied with you."

Bao Butong shook his head, his face full of disapproval.

"Brother Bao, you..."

"shut up!"

Murong Fu roared angrily, his face so dark it could drip water.

"Young Master Yue, is that it? I'd like to see how you can spout such arrogant words as if you were in an empty place!"

Chapter 132 Among all the heroes under heaven, only Benefactor Yue and this humble monk are worthy of mention.

"Amitabha."

At this moment, Kumārajīva walked up with a smile:

“Benefactor Yue, outsiders may not know that you are highly skilled in martial arts, but this humble monk does.”

Since this young master Murong wants a contest, why don't I go up and fight him first?

When Kumārajīva arrived in the Central Plains, besides seizing various advanced martial arts techniques, he also wanted to learn from all the masters of the Central Plains.

With such prestigious titles as Qiao Feng of the North and Murong of the South, how could he possibly miss out?

"Master, if you're itching to show your skills, just step forward!"

Yue Zhuoqun stretched out his hand and smiled.

Kumārajīva was willing to take action for him, and he was happy to have some peace and quiet.

However, Murong Fu frowned, secretly annoyed: Where did this stinky monk come from, daring to challenge me?

Despite his anger, he still asked, "And what is the background of this master?"

"Hehe, this humble monk is the Tibetan National Preceptor, the Great Wheel King Kumārajīva!" Kumārajīva said arrogantly.

Ok?

Murong Fu's eyes widened immediately, and a thought surged into his mind.

Regardless of his martial arts skills, the Tibetan national preceptor's status alone made him someone who could not be ignored.

If we could gain their favor and borrow troops from Tibet, wouldn't we be able to complete the great task of restoring our kingdom?

Thinking of this, his expression immediately changed from gloomy to joyful:

"It is an honor for Canhezhuang to have the Imperial Preceptor as a guest. We will certainly host a banquet to entertain him later."

As for a duel, there's no need. I'm dealing with the thief who stole the Murong family's martial arts; that has nothing to do with the Imperial Preceptor."

"Young Master Murong, you are mistaken. This humble monk and Benefactor Yue are friends. If you want to deal with him, you are dealing with this humble monk."

Besides, this humble monk has just learned a sword technique from Benefactor Yue. If you want to test his martial arts, you must first defeat this humble monk.

Murong Fu's joy froze instantly, his lips twitched slightly, and he secretly regretted not daring to be rash.

After returning to the island, we should first find out who these people are.

If you knew that this person surnamed Yue was a friend of the Tibetan National Preceptor, what difference would it make if he learned the Star Shift technique?

A martial arts manual is far less important than the great cause of restoring a kingdom.

But it's too late now; I've already gotten angry.

How could I possibly swallow my pride and try to appease Yue Zhuoqun?

He could only nod dejectedly: "Alright, I'll spar with the Imperial Advisor a few moves first to avoid hurting our relationship. We can stop here when we've reached our limit."

Kumārajīva chuckled and unleashed a palm strike.

What does "stop when you've touched the spot" mean?

Is a battle that doesn't damage harmony still considered a battle?

His palm strike was delivered so quickly and urgently, without even warning Murong Fu, showing absolutely no regard for martial ethics.

Murong Fu hastily swung his sword to block, the force of his palm strike hitting the blade and knocking him back two or three steps.

His face darkened, and he gritted his teeth in anger:

How could a dignified Tibetan national preceptor and eminent monk behave so filthyly!

He stopped talking about stopping short of the point and charged forward with his sword.

Swish swish swish~

He unleashed his swordsmanship, executing four or five moves in an instant, each from a different school of swordsmanship.

Murong Fu is indeed capable; otherwise, he wouldn't have earned the title of "Southern Murong."

But while you might say he's strong, his strength is actually quite limited.

To describe it in the most fitting way, it is a top-notch goalkeeper.

He's invincible below the top level, but utterly shameful above it!

In the world of Tianlong, there are one monk, two cheaters, three elders, and four masters, but he is not on the list.

He practiced his family's secret martial arts, the Star Shift and the Convergence Finger, but instead of carefully studying and comprehending them, he went and learned a bunch of useless martial arts.

The different styles of martial arts that he used were indeed very impressive.

He can easily defeat ordinary masters, and he can hold his own against Ding Chunqiu, Duan Yanqing and others.

But he was facing Kumārajīva, one of the Four Great Masters, and these trashy moves were no match for him.

At first, the two fought evenly, but after fifty moves, Murong Fu was at a disadvantage.

Kumārajīva seized the opportunity and unleashed a palm strike, the invisible blade energy tearing through the air and slashing straight at Murong Fu's abdomen.

Murong Fu was at the point where his sword technique was running out of steam and had no time to withdraw his sword to defend. He used his left hand to channel his inner strength and forcefully blocked the invisible blade energy.

"Go back now!"

With a low shout, his arm joints cracked as he used the "Shifting Stars" technique to finally deflect the attack back.

But Kumārajīva unleashed another burst of sword energy, which he easily neutralized.

"Hehe, Young Master Murong's mastery of the 'Shifting Stars' technique is far from perfect!" Kumārajīva shook his head and laughed.

Before meeting Yue Zhuoqun, he might have been amazed to see this scene.

Unfortunately, he had seen Yue Zhuoqun's even more sophisticated rebound techniques, which could easily control his strongest flame blade to return.

Looking at Murong Fu's actions, it's like children playing house.

Murong Fu felt his face burning hot and lost his composure. He frantically swung his sword and attacked Kumārajīva again.

However, Kumārajīva had lost the desire to continue fighting him. With a flick of his toe, he caught a steel knife that had been dropped by a martial artist.

“Young Master Murong, a few days ago, Benefactor Yue taught this humble monk a Heartless Severing Blade Technique. I have already gained some understanding of it, and I would like to offer it to you for your appreciation.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Kumārajīva's expression vanished, his eyes turned cold and ruthless, and his body emanated a merciless sword intent.

As expected of a highly virtuous monk, he was actually able to use his Buddhist cultivation to control his emotions and reach a state of complete detachment from all feelings and thoughts.

Chi~

A blood-red blade flashed, plunging the world into darkness.

Faced with the flashing blade, Murong Fu froze, his hair stood on end, and his heart was filled with despair, unable to muster the courage to resist.

Even his spirit was suppressed by the annihilating sword intent, and he couldn't even make a move to resist.

Fortunately, Kumārajīva strictly adhered to the five precepts of Buddhism... no, it should be the four precepts.

He has already broken the law of theft.

Therefore, the blade energy did not strike Murong Fu, but instead swept past him and struck the woods behind him.

Wow~

Broken branches and leaves flew everywhere, and trees fell in droves.

"Young Master Murong, you dare not even withstand a single strike from this humble monk, how could you possibly be a match for Benefactor Yue!"

Kumārajīva curled his lip, his heart filled with disdain.

Bah! What Qiao Feng of the North and Murong of the South? That's all?