"Hiss, the second-grade ginseng fingers are joined together!"
Deng Baichuan had good eyesight. When he saw Murong Fu's finger, his eyes shrank and he shouted in horror.
"What? Second-grade Shen fused fingers? The young master's finger strength has reached this level?"
The other three people were also shocked.
Several of them are very familiar with the Murong family's combined fingering, and they have even seen it in Murong Bo's hands. This fingering method is divided into nine levels, with the first level being the highest. Now, in just a few years, Murong Fu's combined fingering has become
Reaching the second level of practice was simply beyond their imagination. Even Murong Bo's attainments in this fingering technique back then were only like this.
Putting it this way, wouldn't it mean that Murong Fu's current martial arts is comparable to Murong Bo's back then?
This result was something that Deng Baichuan and the others never expected.
"Sir, second-grade Shenhezhi. According to the old master, only the innate realm can be achieved. Have you already broken through the innate realm?"
Deng Baichuan said in surprise.
"Yes, I have broken through the innate realm, so you don't have to worry about that old monk Xuanbei. Brother Deng, go and welcome them in. I also want to know what this so-called eminent Shaolin monk is saying."
Murong Fu's face was calm, without any movement, and he remained calm, like a deep pool, making it difficult to tell the depth.
A few years later, Murong Fu became a bit more mysterious in the eyes of Deng Baichuan and others, and they felt that they could no longer understand their young master.
In a hall on Shenhe Manor, Murong Fu was sitting quietly in the middle hall. Gong Yegan, Bao Bubutong, Feng Bo evil and others were sitting under him, waiting silently.
Not long after, Deng Baichuan came in with three monks.
There was a monk at the front, with a majestic face, big ears, and a yellow monk's robe. Every move he made, his aura was upright and majestic, giving people the feeling of being as tall as a mountain. He was followed by two young monks, who were also strong and strong, and obviously had good martial arts.
"Sir, Master Xuanbei and others have arrived."
Deng Baichuan said something and then gently stepped aside.
Xuan Bei glanced around the hall and saw a young man in green sitting on his head. His face was calm, as if the wind was light and the clouds were light. His temperament was unique and unforgettable, and he was slightly surprised.
"Master Xuanbei, my Excellency Murong Fu, what is the reason why Master Xuanbei and others came here this time?"
Murong Fu's tone was as indifferent as water, without the slightest emotion. He didn't even know the purpose of Xuan Bei and others' coming.
"Mr. Murong, the poor monk came here this time on the orders of the abbot to pay for your father's death. My father had a good relationship with the abbot's brother back then, but he didn't expect that old Mr. Murong Bo would die young.
It's really sad, but given your master's martial arts skills, why he passed away suddenly is so puzzling. The poor monk came here just to see the body of Mr. Murong, and also to find out what the cause of Mr. Murong's death was.
I also hope that Mr. Murong will succeed."
Xuanbei's tone was incomprehensible, his eyes were burning, exuding an intimidating light, and a righteous and mighty aura vaguely surged towards Murong Fu.
"It seems that Xuanci is not a fool. After all these years of speculation, I am afraid that he has some speculations about what happened back then. However, it seems that he does not take the Murong family seriously enough. He wants to trace the cause of death so blatantly. Seriously?
funny."
Murong Fu sneered in his heart, but his face sank.
"Master Xuanbei, my father has been laid to rest. Wouldn't it be a bit bad to disturb him at this time?"
"Mr. Murong, your master was very skilled in martial arts at that time, which was rare in the world. He passed away suddenly. It is impossible to say that he was injured by someone. Don't you want to find out the person behind it?"
Xuanbei said in a deep voice.
"Master Xuanbei was overly worried. When my father passed away, I was right next to him. He died naturally and was definitely not injured by anyone. Master, there is no need to doubt this."
Murong Fu's tone became increasingly cold.
He was really dissatisfied with the Shaolin Temple. In any case, just a few years after Murong Bo's death, he sent masters to persecute him. He acted in a domineering and disgusting way.
"Mr. Murong, this poor monk came here under the orders of the abbot. If he just did it so hastily, I'm afraid he won't be able to explain it to the abbot, right?"
Xuanbei's voice also became colder, his face was solemn, and his whole body was full of momentum, like a golden Buddha Arhat, bursting out with domineering momentum.
"Oh? It seems that Master Xuanbei wants to forcefully open my father's coffin? I've seen the tyranny of Shaolin Temple today."
Murong Fu was indifferent to Xuan Bei's momentum and spoke softly.
"That's right, Xuanbei, this is Yanziwu, not your Shaoshi Mountain. Isn't what you're doing going too far?"
"That's it, do you really think that our Murong family is afraid of your Shaolin success?"
Deng Baichuan and others also shouted angrily, and suddenly stood up, each with a solemn breath, a fierce glint in their eyes, ready to take action at any time.
"Amitabha, Mr. Murong, I am just telling the truth. There is nothing domineering or overbearing. Since the young master insists on refusing, I must also learn the secrets of the Murong family. After returning to the temple, I can explain it to the abbot and senior brother!"
Xuanbei's eyes were like lightning, and his majestic aura came straight towards Murong Fu.
When Deng Baichuan and others saw Xuan Bei being so arrogant, their eyes were about to burst, and they were about to step forward and take action.
"Brother Deng, second brother Gongye, please step aside. Since Master Xuanbei wants to learn from me, Murong's unique skills, then naturally it's the best."
Murong Fu waved his hand slightly, and Deng Baichuan and others sat down with a groan and stopped moving.
"I've heard that Master Xuanbei's Kung Fu of Daweituo Pestle is superb. I'd like to come and learn from you today. Master, please!"
Turning to say something to Xuan Bei, Murong Fu moved his feet and floated out of the hall to the open space outside.
With his fluttering green robe and his face like a crown of jade, just standing there, Murong Fu seemed to be blown away by the wind, and his elegant and unrestrained demeanor was undoubtedly revealed.
Xuan Bei came out immediately, and when he saw Murong Fu's demeanor, he couldn't help but secretly praise him.
However, thinking that the two of them would soon have to compete, this mood disappeared.
"Mr. Murong, please."
Xuanbei claims to be a generation of eminent monks. He has been in the world for many years, and his martial arts skills have reached the first-class level in the martial arts. Now facing Murong Fu, a weak young man, he naturally does not take the first shot, but flicks his sleeves, his clothes swell, and moves his feet.
Rest and wait for Murong Fu to attack.
"Okay, Master Xuanbei, be careful."
Murong Fu was not polite, he took a step forward, his figure was like a ghost, and in just a flash, he came to Xuan Bei. He pointed out in the air, the strong wind cut through the air, and the shadows of his fingers were heavy, covering Xuan Bei's chest.
Many key points.
With one finger, Xuan Bei's expression condensed and he was greatly shocked. In his opinion, Murong Fu's finger was really like a stroke of genius, the move was exquisite, the power of the finger was condensed and majestic, and even before it reached his body, the skin on his chest
It's just as cold as if it were cut by a sharp knife.
"No, what kind of fingering is this? Murong Fu has reached this level of martial arts attainment at such a young age?"
Xuan Bei was so horrified that he almost screamed out. The pressure brought on him by Murong Fu's finger was too severe.
With a solemn face, and no longer daring to be careless, Xuanbei shouted loudly, his breath surged, and the bones all over his body were buzzing and trembling, like a bell and a bell, the phenomenon was astonishing.
Folding and twisting his arms, his arms seemed to be coated with a layer of golden light, hard and cold, like two big pestles. When he struck out with a blow, the strange wind roared, and a loud tearing sound was heard in the air.
Shocked, Xuanbei didn't hold back at all, and used his special skill, the Great Skanda Pestle Technique.
As one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, the Great Skanda Technique is a very powerful and powerful unique skill of Shaolin.
Xuan Bei has been immersed in this martial art for decades, so taking action now is really not a trivial matter.
Murong Fu had a strange look on his face. Xuanbei's Great Skanda Pestle Technique, as soon as he used it, had great power, and he attacked with a fierce and domineering force. The changes in it were ingenious and quite famous.
"It is indeed a Shaolin stunt, and it just proves the power of the combined fingers."
Although he was surprised in his heart, Murong Fu had no intention of changing his moves. He trembled his fingers and shot out a volley of combined finger strength.
Boom, there was a loud noise, like an explosion occurred out of thin air. Murong Fu's Shenhe finger force and Xuan Bei's Wei Tuo pestle collided hard together.
Waves of ripples of air flow raged, and the bluestone ground beneath the two of them was cracked inch by inch under such violent impact, which was shocking.
"Such amazing fingering power, Mr. Murong, what kind of kung fu is this?"
Xuan Bei's face was solemn. He felt a sharp pain in his arm, and his muscles and bones seemed to be torn apart. He was horrified and asked aloud.
"Master Xuanbei is so complimentary. This is my Murong family's special skill Shen Zhi."
Murong Fu's tone was calm, but his momentum became more and more fierce.
"Shenhe Zhi, I have long heard that Murong has a powerful fingering technique. Today, when I see it, it is indeed well-deserved."
Xuanbei shouted loudly and took action again. At this time, he no longer dared to be careless towards Murong Fu.
I knew that the martial arts of the young man in front of me had reached an unbelievable level. He was so powerful that if he was a little careless, I am afraid that his lifelong fame would be completely ruined here.
This kind of result was not acceptable to Xuan Bei, so as soon as he finished speaking, he took action again, waving his fists and feet, and his domineering energy radiated everywhere. The sound of popping air bursting continued to be heard, and the Nineteen-Style Dawei
Tuo Chu's skills are demonstrated one by one.
Two Shaolin monks, as well as four generals from the Murong family, were standing aside when they saw a golden shadow moving around Murong Fu and then attacked him. Each move was extremely ferocious, like a big ax opening a mountain. It was so powerful.
Qianjun, every move hits the vital point.
"Hiss, is this the master of the Xuan generation of Shaolin? What a powerful big Skanda pestle, so strong and powerful!"
Deng Baichuan and others exclaimed softly, with a slightly worried look in their eyes.
Even though they already knew that Murong Fu's kung fu was unpredictable, they still felt uneasy when they saw Xuan Bei's powerful and powerful Shaolin skills.
"Brother Deng, don't worry, look at me young master!"
Feng Bo's evil eyes suddenly lit up and he said quickly.
Several other people's eyes moved and looked towards Murong Fu.
Facing Xuan Bei's ferocious attack, Murong Fu stood on the spot, calm and indifferent, without the slightest trace of nervousness. His fingers trembled, and he used the kung fu of combining his fingers to execute each move. A series of vague finger power shot out, sometimes sharp.
, sometimes soft and soft, hard and soft at the same time, changing in many ways. No matter how violent and domineering Xuanbei's attacks were, they all disappeared under Murong Fu's fingers and never really threatened him.