Murong Fu's appearance was like a stone that stirred up a thousand waves. The expressions of everyone in the tent changed drastically. Yin Kexi and the other three stopped talking. The pain and itching left by the life and death talisman has not dissipated even now.
The high-spirited elders Xuan Ming suddenly had a grimace on their faces. Every time they met Murong Fu, nothing good would happen to them.
After all, Jinlun Dharma King was the one with higher cultivation. He calmed down first and stood up and bowed, "Immeasurable Life Buddha, it turns out to be Master Murong. Thanks to the master, the poor monk has made some progress in his cultivation recently, but he is not the same as the master."
The comparison is like a world of difference."
His words were not a compliment. The moment Murong Fu entered the tent, he noticed that the aura fluctuations on the other party had completely disappeared, but it gave him an extremely dangerous feeling. He recalled the time when the two exchanged martial arts.
, the pride in my heart that came from condensing the true energy also dissipated.
Everyone, Jinlun Dharma King, was so polite to Murong Fu and even showed a hint of respect. They couldn't help but feel shocked. Could it be that even the Imperial Master was no match for this person?
Murong Fu returned the gift and said, "Haha, Master, you have given me a compliment. A little progress is nothing, but I came here uninvited today. It's better that Master doesn't take offense."
Jinlun Dharma King smiled heartily and said, "Master, what are you talking about? It has been more than two years since the last time we said goodbye. The poor monk often thought about being able to sit down and talk with Master Murong again. He wanted to stay here, so he went to Jiangnan.
I was looking for the young master, but unexpectedly I met him here, what a great joy."
Murong Fu didn't know how true or false his words were, but seeing the kind look on his face, he felt quite satisfied and immediately said, "It just so happens that I am also very interested in the martial arts of the Tantric lineage.
I hope the master will give you some advice."
Jin Lun Dharma King's face changed slightly, and he changed the subject, "Martial arts are the same, but different paths lead to the same destination. Whether it is the secret arts of Tantric Buddhism or the secret arts of the Central Plains, they have many things in common. You and I can just communicate with each other. There is no question of giving or not teaching."
The two of them were talking to each other, chatting like two old friends meeting each other, but the rest of the people looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy, especially the two elders Xuan Ming, who had dense beads of sweat on their foreheads. It was obvious that
How afraid of Murong Fu he was.
"Master's words are right. The same martial arts leads to the same destination through different paths. However, in order to avoid detours, you and I should have a good communication and put aside the differences between China and the West." Murong Furuo said something meaningful.
Jinlun Dharma King naturally understood what he meant and smiled bitterly in his heart. Last time he used Long Xiang Boruo Gong, the secret teaching of Tantric Sect, to exchange the Nine Yin Scriptures with Murong Fu, and he took a huge risk just because there was no evidence, and he
His status in Tantric Buddhism is not low, so he was only warned once by Pasiba. If he were to do it again, he would definitely not be able to escape the blame.
In fact, Murong Fu didn't really have much interest in the secret knowledge of Tantric Buddhism. He just developed a habit unknowingly. When he saw other people's exquisite skills, he wanted to take them as his own. Whether he can actually practice them depends on him.
Feeling.
Looking around, Murong Fu pretended to be surprised and said, "Hey, it turns out they are all old acquaintances. We haven't seen each other for a long time. You are all well and good."
"No...nothing's wrong."
"Fortunately, I have met Mr. Murong."
Seeing Murong Fu's eyes resting on them, Xuan Ming and his elders hurriedly and politely cupped their hands, but their words were somewhat knotted.
The three of them, Yin Kexi, had different thoughts and stopped talking.
Although Ah Er and Ah San were afraid, they were not as unbearable as the previous ones. Dongfang Bai was extremely impressed by Murong Fu's cultivation. He stood up and saluted, "I have met Mr. Murong."
"Brother Dongfang is too polite." Murong Fu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "I have always admired Brother Dongfang's swordsmanship. If you have some free time, why don't you and I have a spar and discuss swordsmanship?"
Dongfang Bai was stunned when he heard this, and then his face showed joy, "That's very good, very good."
Jin Lun Dharma King's expression moved slightly, and he glanced at Dongfang Bai thoughtfully.
"I haven't consulted this master yet..." Murong Fu looked at the other lama in the tent. This man was about fifty or sixty years old. He was wearing a khaki cassock. He was quite tall and had no beard on his face.
Jinlun Dharma King introduced, "This is the apostle of Nalanda Temple, Master Bayan."
"Nalanda Temple? Isn't that a fellow disciple of Pasipa?" Murong Fu muttered to himself and said, "It turns out he is an eminent monk from Nalanda Temple. How disrespectful and disrespectful."
"Buddha Immeasurable Life," Bayan Lama replied calmly, and then said, "I don't know why the donor is here."
Not only him, other people have wanted to ask this question for a long time, but no one has dared to ask it. Even Jinlun Dharma King was quite afraid. For a while, they all stared at Murong Fu, and subconsciously put one hand on the weapon.
superior.
Murong Fu seemed unaware, "Haha, I was just walking around. Who knew I would end up here while walking? I happened to sense the scent of an acquaintance, so I came over to take a look."
Everyone rolled their eyes speechlessly. Although this valley is not very secretive, it cannot be found by just walking around. Moreover, at the time when everyone was discussing how to deal with the Shaolin Temple, Murong Fu suddenly appeared. It was too much of a coincidence.
A little bit, but this man's martial arts skills were extremely high, and no one dared to act rashly.
Murong Fu looked at the person who had not been able to see his face outside the tent before. He saw that this person was wearing Songshan sect clothing, with a bald head, a scar on his forehead, and a long white beard under his chin. Murong Fu's mind turned.
He quickly guessed the identity of this person and asked with a smile on his face, "This old man is not Mongolian, but more like us Central Plains people."
Everyone's faces darkened when they heard this. Judging by their appearance, except for Nimoxing and Yin Kexi, none of the others here had faces from the Central Plains. What did Murong Fu mean by this? Could it be that he was mocking us for seeking refuge in Mongolia?
No one in the tent answered. Lu Bai cursed secretly in his heart, but he had to stand up and said, "This old man's surname is Lu, and his last name is the word 'Bo'. I have heard about Mr. Murong's name for a long time. I am lucky to meet him today."
"Oh, so you are Crane Hand Lu Bai." Murong Fu said in a pretentious manner, his face suddenly darkened, "So, you are the one who suggested blowing up Songshan Mountain?"
When Lu Bai heard the first half of the sentence, he couldn't help but feel a little complacent in his heart. It seemed that having his name mentioned by Murong Fu was something to be proud of. But when he heard the second half of the sentence, he felt a surge of joy in his heart for no reason.
An ominous premonition.
"Huh," Murong Fu snorted coldly, "It is rare for me to go out to enjoy the mountains and rivers. I happened to watch a good show at the top of Songshan Mountain, but you lost my interest and delayed my schedule. You think this debt should be paid.
How to calculate it?"
The corner of Lu Bai's mouth twitched slightly, what kind of truth is this?
Speaking of which, Lu Bai felt very aggrieved. It was originally because he had no hope of fighting for power in the sect that he took refuge in Mongolia after falling into the hands of the three Mongolian heroes. However, he did not want to make his position even more embarrassing after joining the Wolf Alliance. Any martial artist here
They are all higher than him, and their status and status are completely superior to his.
Jin Lun Dharma King raised his eyebrows slightly and said hurriedly, "Mr. Murong, this matter is completely a misunderstanding. No wonder Donor Lu, we didn't know in advance... What are you doing, stop!"
In the middle of speaking, he suddenly shouted loudly, flipped his wrist, and the golden wheel shot out, and its target was clearly where Lu Bai was standing.
Everyone was stunned, and before they could realize what was happening, they heard a loud clang, the golden wheel shook violently, and flew back upside down. Then a white light flashed half a foot in front of Lu Bai, and a figure appeared. It was Murong Fu.
, while "Murong Fu" who was standing motionless gradually dissipated and turned out to be an afterimage.
Everyone was horrified when they saw this. They didn't react at all to such a strange movement. If Murong Fu wanted to take their lives, wouldn't it be easy? Then they thought that the imperial master could actually see through Murong Fu's figure and stop him in time.
, could it be that the imperial master's skills were already profound enough to be on par with Murong Fu?
And Lu Bai felt chills running down his spine. No matter how angry he was, he didn't dare to show it at all. He hurriedly bowed and said, "I didn't know that the young master was on the mountain in advance. I deserve to be punished by death. I still beg the young master for forgiveness."
Murong Fu glanced sideways at Jin Lun Dharma King and said, "Hey, I realized my mistake now. It's too late!"
As he spoke, he flipped his wrist, let out a roar, and executed a powerful move with regret.
"Keep your men alive!" Jin Lun Dharma King shouted, and Jin Lun was thrown out again, but at this time Murong Fu was only a few feet away from Lu Bai, and his speed was as fast as lightning and flint, and there was no time to save him.
Lu Bai was so frightened that he felt like he was dying. He wanted to turn around and dodge, but found that his body was so suffocated that he couldn't even raise his internal strength. He could only cry out urgently, "Sir, spare your life, little one..."
With a "bang", Lu Bai's body broke through the tent and flew out like a torn sack. He didn't know where he landed, but what was certain was that he who was already dead could no longer die.
The expressions of everyone in the tent changed drastically, and they all stood up. Bayan Lama shouted angrily, "You are so impudent! Murong Fu, you broke into my Mongolian camp without permission and killed my subordinates. Could it be that you are deceiving me that Mongolia has no one!"
"
The rest of the people were also staring at Murong Fu closely, holding the sword in one hand. As soon as King Jinlun gave the order, they gathered together to attack him. Although they were extremely afraid of Murong Fu, there were so many top masters in this tent.
With an unfathomable King Jinlun, and a thousand troops outside the tent, it is not impossible to capture Murong Fu regardless of the cost.
For a moment, the tent was tense, and the war was about to break out. Murong Fu clapped his hands as if nothing had happened, and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, everyone. Sit down. Sit down. I just killed a villain who disturbed my mood. You guys are so
Why are you so excited? Don't tell me that you really regard these villains who can even betray your master as one of your own, right?"
Everyone was stunned when they heard this, neither taking action nor not taking action. The reason was that Lu Bai's status was too low. It was not worth fighting Murong Fu for such a villain. But if that was the case, who would join him in the future?
Mongolia, if word spreads, these people will be disgraced.
Jin Lun Dharma King's expression changed for a while, and finally he sighed, "Everyone, please sit down."