Zongwu: Murong Fu! I want both the beauty and the kingdom

The bronze tripod shot towards Murong Fu again, with even more power than the first time. Murong Fu was not panicked, and also extended his thumb.

Murong Fu's thumb seemed to have a small sun at this moment, emitting infinite light. An invisible energy shot out, which was the legendary realm of Moko Finger: "Moko Infinite".

Everyone present was shocked, and Abbot Xuanci had an even more complicated expression. This realm of 'Moke Wuliang' was something that no one had ever reached except the great monk who had created this unique skill.

Although he knew that the martial art Murong Fu was practicing was Xiao Wuxiang Gong, which was not the orthodox internal energy of Buddhism, Murong Fu had easily reached this realm that no one had been able to reach in hundreds of years, and Murong Fu was also so young, how could Xuan Ci not be surprised.

Ever since the changes in Dali a few years ago, Xuan Ci, as the abbot of Shaolin Temple, always felt that there was a change in the way of heaven. After seeing the martial arts displayed by Murong Fu today, he realized that Taoism has the upper hand in this world. Not to mention anything else, in Dali alone, there is almost no Buddhism left.

Although Murong Fu is a well-known philanthropist in the world, this kind of philanthropist is the representative of the Taoist orthodoxy. Buddhism seems to have no successors. On the contrary, Jiumozhi in front of him is the leader in Buddhism in the world.

The bronze tripod was blocked by the Moke Wuliang finger in the air, spinning and shaking, but could not move forward an inch. When Jiumozhi saw this, he tapped with his Moke finger, and the bronze tripod in the air shook more and more violently.

As Jiumozhi pointed his finger for the last time, the bronze tripod suddenly exploded in the air, and its fragments scattered everywhere.

First round, draw.

Murong Fu looked at Jiumozhi and said, "National Master, it's my turn!"

Murong Fu just twisted his fingers lightly, and a leaf appeared in his hand.

But at this moment, Jiumozhi on the opposite side said: "I recognize that you have the seventy-two unique skills, so young hero Murong does not need to take action!"

Then he continued, “Is there no one in Shaolin Temple? Young Master Murong, who is not from Shaolin, is here to meet the guests!”

Facing Jiumozhi's question, Master Xuanci replied: "The national master's martial arts are outstanding, and we in Shaolin will naturally recognize it. But if you say that you know the seventy-two unique skills, I will naturally not recognize it."

"Facing the facts, you dare not admit it. I think you are nothing but an average Shaolin abbot.

Buddhism was introduced from the Western Regions, but you are not very good at learning Buddhism. Why don't you go to other temples? You can also turn to the Tibetan Tantric Sect and worship under the master lama! "

Jiumozhi saw that Abbot Xuanci had put himself in a weak position with his first sentence, but he still had the intention to resist, so he couldn't help but speak out to anger everyone in Shaolin Temple.

"Haha, the National Master came all the way from Tibet. I initially thought that the National Master was a good guest, and wanted to sit down and discuss philosophy with him, but he wanted to subdue us with force. Although he is a guest, he turns out to be a bad guest!" Xuan Ci now knew that what Murong Fu said was true. This Jiumozhi really did not seem like a monk who was kind to others. Instead, he was aggressive everywhere.

Since ancient times, the people who are cruelest to you are sometimes your enemies, and sometimes those who are fighting among you with different ideas. This is especially true for the inheritance of Taoism!

"Hahaha, Shaolin is the most respected Buddhism in Central Plains, but in my opinion, it is far inferior to Tianlong Temple. I consider myself to be the least advanced disciple of the great monks, but now it seems that the leader of Buddhism in Central Plains has only such a temperament. The origin of martial arts, hehe! Nothing more than that! ~"

"You are so bold. Let Xuan Du learn from your skills!" It was Master Xuan Du who jumped out, and lightly placed his index finger and thumb together, as if picking a flower. It was clearly the Flower Picking Finger.

Jiumozhi on the opposite side also made the same move. They both slowly raised their left hands at the same time and flicked towards each other three times. Only three popping sounds were heard in the air, which turned out to be the collision of finger forces, and they disappeared in the air at the same time.

Xuan Du rushed forward and used the powerful Vajra Palm with great force and powerful like a tiger, attacking Jiumozhi.

Jiumozhi held back his strength this time in order to fight with Xuan Du, and then defeat Xuan Du with his absolute advantage to shock the Shaolin people.

"Haha, you come on!" Jiumozhi also stepped forward and fought with Xuan Du.

Xuan Ci didn't want to compete with Jiumozhi, but before he could tell him the truth from Murong Fu, Xuan Du couldn't stand the ridicule. Xuan Ci was also very angry, so he thought that Xuan Du had been immersed in martial arts for decades and must be as good as Jiumozhi, so he also wanted Xuan Du to teach Jiumozhi a lesson.

But who knew that this was exactly what Jiumozhi wanted. At first, Jiumozhi showed weakness to the enemy, and also used the powerful Vajra Palm to fight against the enemy, but when the battle lasted for fifty or sixty moves, Jiumozhi took advantage of Xuan Du's palm power to hit Xuan Du's ribs with a Moko Finger, and then struck out with a palm.

Xuan Du was hit by Jiumozhi's palm in the air, and then flew backwards like a flying swallow. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

Murong Fu saw it clearly, Jiumozhi's palm was the mighty Vajra Palm. Murong Fu leaped out and caught Xuan Du in mid-air, and lifted up his clothes, and he was indeed the same as his mother.

He went to check on Xuan Du who was spitting blood. He reached out to check and found that the blood in Xuan Du's body was churning and his pulse was decreasing rapidly. At the same time, the blood spitting out of his mouth was charred black, which was clearly the internal force of the flaming sword.

Murong Fu quickly transferred his power into Xuan Du's body, and then he used his hands like playing a pipa, tapping with his fingers, and instantly sealed many of Xuan Du's acupoints. The surging blood in Xuan Du's body gradually calmed down, and his injuries stabilized.

When Murong Fu stood up, everyone saw that his eyes were red and he seemed to be filled with great anger.

"Jiumozhi! Give me your dog life!" Murong Fu rushed out and leaped towards Jiumozhi, but the Six Meridians Divine Sword had already been released.

I saw invisible sword energy raining down on Jiumozhi, each sword energy contained terrifying power. Jiumozhi was shocked when he saw this, thinking to himself that this was not good.

How could he not know at this moment that although the palm strike he made using the internal force of the flaming sword shocked the Shaolin people, it also exposed himself.

On that day, Jiumozhi sneaked into Chanhe Manor to look for martial arts secrets, but found that all the martial arts secrets in the Huanshi Water Pavilion of Chanhe Manor were gone, and he was also discovered by Murong Fu's mother.

In a hurry, he could only strike out with one palm, and the powerful Vajra Palm with the inner power of the Flame Knife killed Murong Fu's mother instantly. Jiumozhi had contact with Murong Bo before, and he had a photographic memory since he was a child, so he naturally knew the layout of Chanhe Manor.

In order to avoid being discovered, Jiumozhi pretended that Wang went back to her bedroom to sleep, and went to search again, but found nothing. Fortunately, he had the Xiao Wuxiang Gong, and his power increased greatly. He wanted to go to Shaolin Temple, and he opened the gate by himself, so that he could enter the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion and read all the Shaolin martial arts.

Unexpectedly, Murong Fu chased after him. At first, he thought that Murong Fu didn't know that he had killed his mother, and out of carelessness, he used the same trick. Only then did Murong Fu determine that he was the enemy.