The sweeping monk subdued Jiumozhi with one move. Before the monks in the Shaolin Temple could recover from the shock, he pulled out two masked men from nowhere.

He narrated all the deeds of these two people, which made the monks in the temple shocked and frightened. They did not expect that under their noses, these two people could actually come and go as if they were no one.

If it weren't for the hidden master uncle, the sweeping monk, the Shaolin Temple would have been emptied out long ago? But seeing that the sweeping monk was about to punish these two people, a sudden "fart" was heard, which was like a thunderbolt.

Everyone was stunned. Who is so bold?

The sweeping monk smiled, clasped his hands and said, "I have been waiting for you for a long time, please show up!"

The monks looked around, but they didn't expect that besides the two masked men, there was someone else. But this man's voice sounded very young, so why didn't the sweeping monk take him out too?

When everyone was curious, they saw a young man in white suddenly falling to the ground and appearing on the field like a ghost.

The sweeping monk squinted and stared at his steps for a long time, but he was not sure that he could win. Although he was frightened, he still looked calm and calm.

"Your Excellency is..."

The one who was faster than him was Murong Bo at the side. He suddenly rushed towards Murong Fu and whispered: "Fu'er, go quickly, go quickly!"

Murong Bo knew that this old bald donkey's martial arts skills were far better than his own, which was a bit unfathomable. He had a premonition that he was very likely to fall into trouble here today, but he did not want his son to accompany him.

Murong Bo was so affectionate, and Murong Fu naturally understood it. He nodded and said calmly: "Father, don't worry, I came here specifically for this old monk today."

Through the crowd, the sweeper's eyes met Murong Fu's. In just a short moment, the two men's consciousnesses had already had a round of confrontation.

Murong Fu's gaze turned into a spear, and the sweeping monk turned into a backing. It was the intersection of contradictions, so fierce. But this invisible conflict was not visible to ordinary people.

In just a short moment in the outside world, the sweeping monk suddenly took half a step back.

"Amitabha! The donor is so powerful in demonic power!" The sweeping monk lowered his head and said Namaste.

"Devil?" Murong Fu said with a smile, "You say it is a demon? Is it just because you have no brains?"

Murong Fu was very clear about the intention of this sweeping monk. He deliberately allowed Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan to steal scriptures, but gave them incomplete or problematic scriptures. The two had practiced martial arts according to the scriptures for decades.

Although there is progress, it has reached a dead end and can no longer progress!

So at this time, due to the combination of various "evil sects", many hidden dangers have accumulated in the two people's bodies! It will happen as long as the sweeping monk prompts them.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo are also considered prodigies in the martial arts world. The sweeping monk deliberately set up a trap to trap them. The purpose is simply to ensure that the Shaolin Temple can still prosper after his own death!

As soon as he had a confrontation with his spiritual consciousness, Murong Fu knew his strength - the profound entrance of martial arts! The sweeping monk was only half a step away from reaching the realm of heaven and man! His martial arts realm was still higher than that of the three elders of Xiaoyao. No wonder Xiaoyaozi and others did not.

After a brief trip to the Central Plains, it turns out that there are still experts in the Central Plains.

Fortunately, by chance, Murong Fu had already broken through to the realm of heaven and man, otherwise he might not have been able to defeat this sweeping monk. He originally thought that this guy was at the peak of the Grand Master, but he didn't expect that he had already reached the profound level of martial arts.

It's just that this martial arts entrance is really mysterious. If Murong Fu hadn't had the help of the Martial Arts Temple opened by Yu Linglong, he probably wouldn't have been able to break through to the realm of heaven and man. The mystery of the Martial Arts Temple can't be understood in a short while. It's vast and profound.

More in-depth research is needed.

The sweeping monk said with a compassionate look on his face: "The donor is immersed in evil ways. Although his martial arts are superb, they are not the methods of my famous sect. Over time, big problems will inevitably arise."

His Dharma appearance was solemn, but he was a little flustered in his heart. Since this little guy is the son of Murong Bo, why is his martial arts level so exaggerated? This is completely unreasonable.

Fooling, fooling again, Murong Fu secretly laughed in his heart. The sweeping monk seemed as stable as an old dog, but he was probably panicking in his heart, right? How big is the gap between the martial arts entrance and the realm of heaven and man? It's like a firefly and a bright moon!

As soon as Murong Fu got to know him, he could clearly see the opponent's strength, while the sweeping monk looked confused.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the sweeping monk continued to persuade him earnestly.

"Your father, old benefactor Murong Bo, has already fallen into the devil's way." He pointed at Murong Bo and said, "You are suffering from thousands of needles pricking three times a day on the three acupoints of Yangbai, Lianquan and Fengfu.

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Murong Bo was shocked, he did not expect that the monk hit the mark.

Murong Fu's expression also changed. He originally thought that practicing this martial art would only stop people from progressing in their realm, but he didn't expect that it would bring such pain.

The pain of thousands of needle punctures on these three acupoints three times a day!

Murong Fu's heart sank, and when he looked at the sweeping monk, there was even more murderous intent in his eyes.

Murong Bo's face changed drastically, and he could not help but tremble slightly. The sweeping monk's simple words made him jump with fear and panic. His body trembled twice, and he suddenly felt the three acupuncture points of Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu.

Then, the sharp pain like acupuncture broke out again.

Originally, this was not the time for the attack, but the pain suddenly arose due to the shock in his mind. At the moment, he could only grit his teeth and endure it. But he could not bite it tightly, and his upper and lower teeth collided with each other, making him miserable.

Just when he was feeling extremely uncomfortable, a warm current suddenly pressed on his shoulders, and then a majestic zhenqi poured into his meridians, but like a claw, it touched the "ten thousand needles" in three acupoints on his body.

All of them were removed.

"This?" Murong Bo looked at the person behind him and saw Murong Fu lowering his head and smiling slightly at him.

There is both family affection and a hint of unfamiliar majesty in this smile.

At that moment, Murong Bo felt that his son was so strange...

After all, he didn't say anything.

The sweeping monk was even more shocked. He had tried so hard to guide Murong Bo to practice, but all the problems he had developed could be wiped out with just one slap from Murong Fu?

"What? Are you surprised?" Murong Fu stared at the sweeping monk and said word by word, "There is a saying that if all the mechanisms are exhausted, Qingqing's life will be wasted."

"Master, you didn't expect that, did you?"

Murong Fu knew that if he did not come out, the sweeping monk would "beat to death" Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan in an attempt to "regain life" for them. But in fact, how could this process be so simple?

The so-called rebirth is nothing more than the mental interference of the sweeping monk himself! Just like the coercion of heaven and man exerted by Murong Fu on Li Chengmei, it is an ability to forcibly change the other party's will.

Murong Fu was originally doubtful about this, but then he discovered that the sweeping monk was already half a celestial being, and he could also perform this method. However, he was naturally not as proficient in using it as he was.

"Amitabha, the benefactor's obsession is too deep. Our temple can no longer save you two! Please come wherever you please!" The sweeping monk suddenly chanted the Buddha's name and made a gesture of invitation.

Murong Fu thought to himself, you are an old bald donkey who knows how to behave. You know you can't beat yourself, so you want to ask yourself to leave? You haven't settled the debt with your father yet!

"The so-called famous and upright sect is nothing more than this. It is said to be a pure place, but it is also impure in the six roots. Master, I have a sword, do you dare to take it?"

Murong Fu stood on the field, the wind coming from nowhere made his black hair flutter, making him look like a god or demon.

The sweeping monk took half a step back, but remained silent.

"Do you dare to take it?"

Another trumpet, it was like the earth was falling apart.

The sweeping monk's hands trembled slightly, but he finally raised them and clasped his hands together, "Amitabha! The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is..."

"It's your mother!" Murong Fu shouted loudly, and casually slashed out a sword energy, using his finger as a sword.

Heavenly Realm, ten successful powers, Dacheng Phantom Sword-Ghost Steps to Cut Shadows!

I saw countless dark shadows of Murong Fu dancing in the air, and finally gathered into a line of black sword energy, slashing straight at the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk's body was filled with golden light, transforming into a Buddha.

Murong Fu's small sword was too small compared to his three-foot golden body.

That sword energy passed through the three-foot-long golden body.

"Bah!"

It's as crisp as cracked porcelain.
Chapter completed!