Taoist Master Chongxu sighed secretly in his heart, but he had something to say first, and now that he had lost, it was hard to talk about rescuing people again.
"Amitabha, it's my turn to teach Mr. Murong a clever move!" Master Fang Zheng stepped forward and said.
Murong Fu cursed secretly in his heart, even if he was an eminent monk, he would take advantage of others' danger!
Master Fang Zheng seemed to have understood Murong Fu's thoughts and laughed, "Well, as long as Mr. Murong can catch one of my moves, I will lose this battle!"
Murong Fu thought to himself, his internal energy was still very full, and although the meridians in his arms had suffered some hidden injuries, he could still forcefully use one and a half moves. At worst, he could still use his feet, so it wouldn't hurt to take one of his moves.
Then he said: "Okay, I will take a move from Master Fang Zheng. If you are lucky enough to catch it, I hope that Master will leave right now and don't bother you any more."
Master Fang Zheng nodded, "Mr. Murong, please take over!"
Then he lightly claps a palm. This palm move is normal, but in the middle of the palm, it suddenly shakes slightly. Suddenly one palm becomes two palms, two palms become four palms, and four palms become eight palms.
Murong Fu blurted out: "Thousand-Armed Tathagata Palm!" Knowing that he would only be delayed for a moment, he transformed his eight palms into sixteen palms, and then into thirty-two palms.
Immediately, he didn't care whether the meridians in his arms could withstand it. He half-clasped his hands into claws and swung them several times, causing claw shadows to fly all over the sky.
Master Fang Zheng felt the sinister wind gusting around him, and wondered what kind of evil martial arts Murong Fu had practiced. He extended his palms one after another and hit Murong Fu's claws.
The Thousand-Armed Tathagata Palm and the Nine-Yin White Bone Claw are both martial arts that are good at transformation, but the Thousand-Armed Tathagata Palm is obviously more powerful.
When the Nine Yin White Bone Claws hit it, it usually took three or five claws to break one palm, but the advantage was that there were so many claws. After a short time, most of Master Fang Zheng's palm had been broken into pieces.
Master Fang Zheng has practiced the Thousand-Armed Tathagata Palm for decades, so he will not only have this kind of fire. Immediately his left hand came out from under the right palm, still shaking slightly, and the shadow of the palm changed from two to four.
Every time a palm was struck, it had already changed into several directions in the middle of the strike. After a few breaths passed, there were already dozens of palm shadows covering Murong Fu.
The moves of the two people were unpredictable, and only the shadow could be seen but the form was not visible. Shui Sheng and Ah Jiu had never seen such fantastic martial arts moves. They were both fascinated by it for a while, but they only saw it for a short time.
Already bored and nauseous, he turned his head hastily, not daring to look any further.
Taoist Priest Chongxu had a look of confusion on his face. Murong Fu's martial arts were obviously very violent, but they also contained a pure Taoist energy. For a while, he couldn't think of what kind of martial arts Murong Fu used.
However, it is really difficult for these two people to practice such complicated moves to the point where they can hit several feet without losing their skills.
Master Fang Zheng's palm power was round and smooth, condensing and not dispersing. Murong Fu's Nine Yin White Bone Claws were only executed with the help of his deep internal strength. After all, they were still not as good as the enemy's unique skills that he had practiced hard for decades. After a moment, he gradually fell into the trap.
Downwind.
Murong Fu knew in his heart that if he wanted to break the palm of the Thousand-Armed Tathagata, the Six Meridians Divine Sword was the best, but at this moment he could no longer use the Six Meridians Divine Sword. With his mind turning, Murong Fu suddenly turned around and punched his legs.
Kick several times in a row, "Mandarin Duck Chain Kick".
Although these moves are ordinary, they are extremely powerful. Each kick can break several of Master Fang Zheng's palms.
Master Fang Zheng was slightly startled. He didn't expect that Murong Fu actually used clumsiness to overcome skill. His hands immediately changed and he struck several times in a row. The wind of his palms suddenly changed, looming and appearing, and the reality was uncertain.
Although there are still shadows of the Thousand-Armed Tathagata Palm, there are some differences. Murong Fu kicked one palm shadow to pieces, and another palm shadow immediately appeared.
Murong Fu was surprised. If this continues, no matter how deep his inner strength is, it will not help. What's more, Master Fang Zheng has been practicing the Yi Jin Jing for many years. Although he has not achieved great success, his inner strength is already very proficient, and his depth is not inferior to his own.
Immediately, the toes of his legs were sharpened, and his strength was directed towards the large acupuncture point on Master Fang Zheng's chest.
Master Fang Zheng was shocked. Although his palm skills were exquisite, if he kicked him first, half of his life would have been lost. He wanted to change his moves at the last minute, but he said in advance that he would only use one move. When he saw Murong Fu's kick, he had already kicked him.
When he arrived, Master Fang Zheng had no choice but to retreat.
Murong Fu straightened his body, stood up, and slightly curved his mouth, "Master, can this junior take over the master's move?"
Master Fang Zheng pondered for a long time, "Mr. Murong's internal strength is so deep that there are few enemies in the world. I admire him! I lost this battle!"
Murong Fu saw that his face was calm and he obviously didn't care about winning or losing. He couldn't help but secretly admire him and said: "Master's words are serious. This junior has taken a trick in this battle, and the master has not really made any moves."
Master Fang Zheng shook his head, "Otherwise, I have practiced the 'Thousand-Armed Tathagata Palm' for decades, and using this move would be equivalent to my lifelong mastery. Therefore, it is not only one move, but also thousands of moves. It is indeed my defeat."
Got it!"
Murong Fu was about to say more, but Taoist Master Chongxu waved his hand, "Okay, okay, if you lose, you lose. There is nothing to argue about. Mr. Murong is young and his martial arts has become the best in the world. I only hope that you can persevere."
Be on the right path and never fall into the wrong path!"
Murong Fu rolled his eyes slightly and thought, who can tell the difference between good and evil, but the old man had a very good relationship with Zhang Sanfeng, so he immediately handed over his hands and said: "Don't worry, Taoist Priest, I have my own sense of propriety, junior."
Taoist Priest Chongxu couldn't see that Murong Fu was just perfunctory. It was just that Murong Fu didn't have any close relationship with him, so I couldn't say more. He sighed secretly in his heart. It's a pity that such a talent is not owned by my righteous way...
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Taoist Master Chongxu and Master Fang Zheng were very good at keeping their promises, so they left immediately without mentioning rescuing people.
When Cheng Qingzhu saw that Murong Fu was actually losing to two of the top masters in the world, he immediately stepped forward with a smile and said, "Mr. Murong is so young and has such high martial arts skills. He is really rare in the world."
Seeing Wei Xiaobao running out from behind the carriage after the fight, he felt disdainful that such a low-class flattery could be flattered, huh, look at me! He immediately said:
"Brother Murong's magical power is unparalleled, like a god descending to earth. Not to mention that there is no such thing in the world today, even in thousands of years, I am afraid that there will be only one Brother Murong. I can know Brother Murong. I am really lucky in my thirty lifetimes, and my ancestors are blessed in eighteen generations."
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Cheng Qingzhu's expression froze, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes as he looked at Wei Xiaobao.
Murong Fu trembled, and felt goosebumps all over his body. His face immediately turned serious, "Don't say more, let's set off as soon as possible!"