The first thousand six hundred and eighty first chapters conflict again
After dismissing the little mute, Murong Fu took out the Red Sky Sword, deployed the Tianyuan Sword Power in all directions to cover the entire courtyard, and began practicing with unprecedented concentration.
Since defeating Imam, he has not practiced martial arts seriously for a long time. Although there is a reason for running around and being busy, the bottom line is that he consciously reached the pinnacle of martial arts, and his ambition to make progress faded away when he was satisfied with his ambition.
Now, I hang out with women all day long.
Now, first Ah Qing's mysterious fellow sect appeared, and then a strange and unpredictable Japanese master appeared. This could not help but arouse his vigilance. There were still masters in the world, how many were there? He didn't know, if one or two came out, he asked himself whether he could do it.
Cope with it, but what if three, four, or even more jump out? These are still masters at about the same level. God knows if there are any old monsters in the world who have reached a deeper level of martial arts.
Still can’t slack off!
But then again, with his current skill, it is extremely difficult to improve his true energy. Under normal circumstances, if he meditates without sleep for seven or eight days, his true energy will increase by a small amount. He can clearly feel it.
He realized that the aura of heaven and earth in ordinary places could no longer meet his needs. Unless he could find some blessed land in Lingshan with extremely rich aura of heaven and earth, which might be beneficial, but such places were only found in deep mountains and old forests. How could he have the time to look for them?
Even if he had that free time, he might not be willing to go.
Of course, in addition to meditation, he also has two other ways to increase his power, one is the Beiming Divine Technique, and the other is the dual cultivation technique. Unfortunately, these two methods are not very effective. Although after re-cultivating the Beiming Divine Technique,
The hidden dangers of this internal power have been reduced to a minimum, but it is not impossible. He is now a deity. If he wants to increase his internal power by devouring others, how many people will he need to swallow to see the effect? It will probably be an astronomical number.
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As for the art of dual cultivation, let alone the art of dual cultivation. He has only met one woman in the realm of transformation, Ah Qing, who disappeared without a trace and even cultivated a hammer.
"Oh, it's so difficult for me..." Murong Fu sighed and gave up the idea of improving his true energy. He pondered for a while, and a fine golden halo appeared on his body...
Time flies, and three days have passed. With the arrival of anti-Qing forces one after another, the originally quiet Lanling Mountain suddenly became lively. In addition, the Golden Snake Battalion seemed to be making some big moves, and the army was mobilized very frequently.
It was already high in the sky at this time, and the small courtyard was particularly quiet. The warm sunshine shone in the courtyard. When the breeze blew, a few good-looking camellias swayed gently, and the faint fragrance lingered.
The little mute squatted on the ground, fiddling with a new seedling in his hand. His forehead was covered with glistening beads of sweat. His face was a little pale, but he was meticulous and moved gently. Occasionally he turned his head and glanced at the main room, only to see that the door was closed.
She went back to tinkering with her camellias.
Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound, and a strong wind blew from all directions. The little mute was startled, and when he raised his head and looked up, he saw that the divine sword hanging above the roof was shaking violently, and it was hanging down around the courtyard.
The sword thread was also rolling like boiling water.
The little mute looked at this scene at a loss. The camellias blooming in the courtyard had been blown to pieces. Only a new seedling was left at her feet. After hesitating for a moment, she stood in place to protect the new seedling without hiding.
open.
At this moment, a sound of "Hung" sounded like the sound of a yellow bell. In an instant, the light was shining and the majesty soared into the sky. The shadow of a golden Buddha quickly solidified in the air, with a majestic and majestic appearance.
There are bursts of Sanskrit sounds coming from outside the sky.
The little mute had never seen such a vision before. After being stunned for a moment, he subconsciously knelt down and prayed sincerely.
At the same time, the people from the Golden Snake Battalion who were responsible for monitoring Murong Fu's courtyard outside the hospital were also frightened. There were also many people who knelt down and kowtowed in fear.
No wonder they are like this. The purpose of Buddhist martial arts is to save the world with compassion. This is more vividly reflected in the tantric martial arts. Although it is not lost in grandeur, it is inevitably a little more confusing. I think at the beginning, Pasiba was just
A few words of Zen inspiration almost convinced Murong Fu. Now, Murong Fu's kung fu is far superior to that of Phag Si Pa. The visions produced by his tantric martial arts are certainly not something that these people can withstand.
A stick of incense passed as time passed, and the golden Buddha in mid-air gradually faded away until it completely disappeared. Only then did the people in the Golden Snake Camp remember to report to Yuan Chengzhi.
In the courtyard, the little mute was still praying with his eyes closed. Suddenly a gentle voice sounded in his ears, "If you have any wishes, you might as well tell me. Maybe I can help you get your wish."
The little mute was startled, and when he opened his eyes, he found Murong Fu standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile.
Her face turned red, and she pointed to the void where the Golden Buddha had just appeared, with a look of doubt in her eyes.
Murong Fu helped her up with one hand and explained with a chuckle, "That was not a manifestation of the Buddha, but a vision caused by my practice."
The little mute suddenly realized something. He suddenly thought of something and quickly looked back. The new seedlings behind him were already ravaged, ravaged, and on the verge of death.
"Why, you still know how to grow flowers?" Murong Fu asked somewhat surprised.
The little mute nodded and his face darkened slightly.
Seeing this, Murong Fu couldn't help but feel a trace of shame. With an idea, he opened his palm and opened a hole on his own, and then a drop of pale golden blood was forced out.
The little mute looked at this scene blankly, with a puzzled look on his face.
Murong Fu dropped the blood on the new seedlings of the flowers and trees, and then explained, "My blood has miraculous effects in curing diseases and saving people, but I don't know if it has any effect on plants. Let's give it a try."
The little mute was surprised, and looked at the sapling with something a little strange.
"The past few days... forget it." Murong Fu stretched out his hand and withdrew the Red Sky Sword. He wanted to ask what happened in the Golden Snake Camp these past few days. When he was about to speak, he suddenly remembered that the person in front of him was a mute, so he had to give up.
It's really inconvenient to have no one around to help you.
Just as I was thinking about it, there was a burst of chaotic footsteps outside the courtyard, and I heard a clear and cold voice shouting from a distance, "Mr. Murong, I am the Wen family asking to see you."
The person who came was none other than Wen Qingqing.
Murong Fu was not surprised and replied loudly, "Everyone, please come in."
After a while, Wen Qingqing walked in quickly, followed by Cui Qiu Shan, Tie Luohan, Mu Sang Taoist and other leaders of the Golden Snake Camp. In addition, there was a new face, a middle-aged man in his fifties.
The man had a sallow complexion and looked like a merchant. He held an iron abacus in his left hand and a copper pen in his right hand. He looked very strange.
Murong Fu didn't know this man, but seeing the hatred in his brows, he guessed that he was probably related to Feng Nandi in some way, or he was an elder of his sect.
He guessed correctly. This person was Feng Nandi's master, Huang Zhen, the chief disciple of the Divine Sword Immortal Ape. He was nicknamed "The Bronze Pen and the Iron Abacus". He usually acted in a low-key manner, had a tactful nature, and was not well-known, but he was highly skilled in martial arts.
, among the Huashan Hidden Sect, apart from Mu Renqing and Yuan Chengzhi, who had practiced the Golden Snake Sword Technique, he had the highest martial arts, and even Gui Xinshu and his wife were no match for him in a single fight.
Of course, for Murong Fu, even if his martial arts were three times higher, he would not take him seriously. After a cursory glance, he finally landed on Taoist Mu Sang, "We haven't seen each other for several months, but the Taoist master's style remains the same!"
Taoist Mu Sang stroked his white beard and said with a pleasant look, "You can't compare to the master's merits in nature, and I envy others."
"The Taoist Master has commended you. Everyone, please come to the hall to speak." Murong Fu said politely, and when everyone entered the hall, he said to the little mute, "Go and get some food to fill your stomach first."
He naturally knew that the little mute was trapped in the courtyard by his sword and had not eaten for three days.
Murong Fu walked into the hall, sat down at the top, looked around, and asked pretending not to know, "I wonder if you are here, do you have any advice?"
"What advice?" Wen Qingqing slapped her palm on the table and said in a stern voice, "Murong Fu, you openly injured my brother Jin Sheying, causing his meridians to be severed and his martial arts to be completely lost. Shouldn't you give me this matter?
Golden Snake Camp, give Huashan Sect an explanation?"
Murong Fu slapped his forehead and said, "This matter is really my fault. I originally planned to explain the situation to King Yuan the next day, but I didn't expect that I got obsessed with practicing and delayed the matter. It's my fault, it's all my fault."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was furious. Does your expression of showing no apology at all look like you are sincerely admitting your mistake? Besides, this is not the whole story of right or wrong, right?
Wen Qingqing gave him a sharp look and snorted coldly, "In that case, please tell me, Mr. Murong, what grudge does my brother Jin Sheying have against you, so that you should be stripped of all your meridians and become a useless person from now on?"
In fact, she already knew the whole story. As a woman, she was very disdainful of Feng Nandi's behavior, and she didn't want to get involved in the matter. But as a member of the Golden Snake Camp, she had to stand by the Golden Snake Camp.
, the current situation is special, it is not convenient for Yuan Chengzhi to come forward to embarrass Murong Fu, but the reputation of the Golden Snake Camp and the thoughts of his brothers cannot be ignored, so she has to come forward to find Master Murong Fuxing to question him. This is an attitude.
It was not difficult for Murong Fu to see what she was thinking. He smiled slightly and said, "There is no grievance or enmity. He just had a bad fate. He committed an offense and fell into my hands. I still say the same thing. I will kill every one of these people I see."
, seeing two kill a pair, if someone wants to avenge them, that's fine, it means they are a nest of snakes and rats, working together, and I will not welcome them."
At the end of the sentence, he glanced at Huang Zhen intentionally or unintentionally.
Even though Huang Zhen was famous for his good temper, he couldn't hold back at this moment. He stood up and laughed angrily, "Hahaha, what a snake and rat. I can't change my name, but I can't change my surname to Huang Zhen. That's right
That evil disciple’s master, Mr. Murong, has extraordinary abilities, so you might as well kill me too!”
Everyone's expressions changed slightly when they heard this. They knew that Murong Fu acted without scruples, otherwise he wouldn't have destroyed all the meridians in Feng Nandi's body three days ago.
Sure enough, Murong Fu quickly nodded seriously, "I don't need extraordinary skills to kill you, but I have a suggestion. You might as well call all your disciples and disciples here. I will kill them all at once to save trouble."
"You..." Huang Zhen never expected that this man would be so arrogant. With a flick of his left wrist, the iron abacus crackled, and three abacus shot out, hitting Murong Fu's eyes, throat and left chest.
His attacks can be said to be fierce and ruthless.
Murong Fu smiled contemptuously and was about to take action. Unexpectedly, Taoist Mu Sang took the lead. With a flick of his arm, three arithmetic beads floated into his sleeves. However, he heard him shouting sternly, "You are outrageous, when is it your turn to speak here?"