Chapter three hundred and sixty first violent shot
Song Yuanqiao turned slightly and stood in front of Song Qingshu. He turned around and scolded Song Qingshu sternly: "You still haven't apologized!"
Although Song Qingshu was angry, he did not dare to disobey Song Yuanqiao's wishes and whispered: "Yes... I'm sorry!"
Song Yuanqiao glared at him, and then looked at the four Lianxing girls, "Song is not good at teaching his son, I hope you can forgive me!"
Feng Bosi also stood up in front of Lian Xing and the other girls at the right time, "Haha, Song Daxia has spoken harshly. The young master is young and energetic, so it is inevitable that his words will be inappropriate. But no one is young and frivolous, but these girls have always been spoiled by my young master.
It’s no big deal, so please don’t take it personally, Master Song!”
Song Yuanqiao was naturally happy to get off the donkey along the slope, and immediately smiled and said: "What the hell, I think it's getting late too, why not ask a few of you to come with me and get the tent early so that you can arrange and rest. After all, there is still a big battle tomorrow."
beat!"
"Thank you very much!"
At this time, in the dense forest seven or eight miles southwest of the valley, Murong Fu's figure was like a vague shadow, floating back and forth in the forest. Five or six feet in front of Murong Fu, a monk was hurriedly walking forward.
, it is Yuan Zhen.
It turned out that Murong Fu left the valley in a hurry to track down Yuan Zhen.
Murong Fu squatted on a tree, frowned slightly, and murmured: "This monk must be too careful. He has been spared four or five times in this forest!"
Suddenly, Yuan Zhen in front stopped and said in a loud voice: "I don't know which master is coming with this young monk, please show up and see him!"
Murong Fu was startled for a moment, and unconsciously wanted to rush out, but suddenly thought of something and held back.
I saw Yuan Zhen repeating what he just said twice, and the sound spread far away from all directions.
Murong Fu breathed a sigh of relief, "It turns out he didn't notice me at all, he was just trying to trick me!"
Yuan Zhen stood silently for a while, then suddenly took a step forward, swaying slightly, and his body was actually two or three feet away!
A look of surprise flashed across Murong Fu's face. With his eyesight, he could not see how Yuan Zhen improved his Qi and luck. This light skill was somewhat mysterious, "But... hehe!"
Murong Fu sneered, and took one step forward. His body remained motionless, but he was already on another branch a few feet away. Such light skills were many times better than those of Yuan Zhen. This was naturally the great achievement of his cultivation.
It's "controlling the wind by relying on the virtual".
The two of them hurried forward, while the other secretly followed behind. After about a stick of incense, they ran no matter how far they ran, but they arrived at a camp.
Murong Fu was stunned at first, and then he was overjoyed, "Is this monk here to see Zhao Min? So Zhao Min's base camp is located here?"
But when he saw a person who had been waiting outside the camp for a long time, Murong Fu's joy suddenly disappeared. However, he saw that the person was wearing rags, with several bags hanging on his right shoulder, and his face was quite...
He is handsome and elegant, and his bearing is extraordinary.
"How could this be Zhao Min!" Murong Fu murmured in his heart. Looking further into the distance, he could vaguely see a few disciples in tattered clothes patrolling.
It turns out that this camp is actually the camp of the Beggar Clan. Among the entire Beggar Clan, who else has colluded with Yuan Zhen except Chen Youliang.
Murong Fu hurriedly listened carefully, only to hear Yuan Zhen say: "Okay, I have told you the route and time, and you can control the joints yourself."
Chen Youliang hurriedly expressed gratitude: "Thank you so much, Master!"
Yuan Zhen seemed to sigh a little complicatedly, "I can't say it's a fulfillment, but I can still rely on you as my teacher!"
"Master, I dare you to ask a question!"
"you say."
"It is rumored that the Ming Cult has a magical power to suppress the religion, called the Great Shift of the Universe. As long as you master the Great Shift of the Universe, you can take the position of leader. Since Master is so familiar with Guangmingding, why not find the Great Shift of the Universe? In this way, Master
Wouldn't it be better to become the leader of Mingjiao than to destroy Mingjiao?"
Yuan Zhen's voice immediately turned cold, "Huh, don't think that I don't know what your plans are. I'm warning you, the Demon Cult must be destroyed!"
"Yes, yes, my disciple will definitely kill all the people of the Demon Sect tomorrow, not a single one will be spared!" Chen Youliang said hurriedly and obediently.
Yuan Zhen was silent for a long time, and then sighed, "Well, since the death of Yang Dingtian, the whereabouts of the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth have been missing. It is not easy to find it. And you really think that after practicing the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao and others
Will I regard you as the leader?"
Yuan Zhen paused, "The reason why the Demon Cult is falling apart is not because these people all want to be the leader!"
"Yes, that's what Master taught me!" Chen Youliang did not dare to say anything more.
"Well, you should go back first, don't expose any flaws!"
"Farewell, disciple!"
Chen Youliang turned around and walked a few steps, when Yuan Zhen suddenly spoke again: "By the way, don't kill that man named Shi yet, he is still useful as a teacher!"
Chen Youliang trembled slightly, turned around and nodded, "Yes, Master!"
After Chen Youliang left, Yuan Zhen no longer stayed where he was, and used Qing Gong again to fly towards the north.
Murong Fu hesitated for a moment and followed, but not long after he did, the road gradually sloped upward.
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that Yuan Yuan was really going to the top of the Light Summit.
Half an hour later, Murong Fu followed Yuan Zhen to a hidden cave on the mountainside.
Looking at the faint entrance of the cave, Murong Fu frowned and hesitated, as if he had encountered a major problem.
At such a time and in such a place, Murong Fu, who was familiar with history, naturally knew what Yuan Zhen was doing, and he also knew that he would successfully succeed and cripple the top leaders of the Ming Cult with one blow, leaving the Ming Cult masters unable to deal with the people of the six sects the next day.
, and finally relied on Zhang Wuji to turn the tide and save the Mingjiao.
And this is the problem that troubles Murong Fu. The secret book of the Great Shift of the Universe was taken away by him ten years ago. Today, Zhang Wuji has only mastered the Nine Yang Magic Skill. Although his internal energy is strong, his martial arts are sparse and ordinary.
, it is impossible to stop the people from the six major sects.
If Mingjiao is destroyed by the six major sects, then if he comes all the way here, wouldn't it be like trying to draw water from a bamboo basket in vain?
Although he also carried the Great Shifting Mind Technique with him, he had never thought about putting back the magical power he had obtained. After all, he had always believed that fate was determined by fate, and whoever got it would belong to him.
The only way now is to kill Yuan Zhen, so that the people of the Ming Cult and the six major sects are evenly matched, and no one can destroy the other. Even if the Ming Cult cannot be used for their own use in the end, the Ming Cult must be kept to resist part of the Mongolian army.
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Murong Fu made a decision in his heart and no longer hesitated, he raised his legs and entered the secret passage, chasing after Yuan Zhen.
After he hesitated for a moment, Yuan Zhen had already disappeared without a trace, but Murong Fu didn't worry. He could just wait for him at the entrance of Guangmingding.
Although you can't see your fingers in this secret passage, Murong Fu has been practicing unknown formulas since he was a child, and his six senses are as good as walking on flat ground.
Not long after, Murong Fu walked around in circles and came to a stone door. He leaned against the door and listened carefully, but there was a faint "clang, clang, clang, clang" sound, as if someone was carrying something heavy.
Murong Fu searched around for a long time, but couldn't find any mechanism. However, he made some noises, which seemed to disturb Yuan Zhen in the secret room, and the sound of moving stopped.
Murong Fu felt anxious, and with the inner strength of his hands surging, he slapped the stone door with one palm. There was a loud "bang" sound, and dust flew up from the stone door.
Murong Fuxiu waved his robe and dispersed the stone and soil. A gap was exposed in the stone door, but he forced it open.
"Zizzizi" an unpleasant and harsh sound came out. Murong Fu pushed open the stone door and looked inside. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
This is a huge stone room with a radius of seven to eight feet. There are five or six torches stuck on the stone walls on all sides, illuminating the stone room. There are more than a dozen large wooden shelves in the southeast corner, with various weapons displayed on them.
There are knives, forks, swords and halberds, and the number is staggering.
In the southwest corner were dozens of black wooden boxes stacked, and a faint smell of sulfur came out. These boxes actually contained *.
Yuan Zhen seemed to be moving these wooden boxes. At this time, he heard a huge noise coming from the stone gate, and he looked motionless in the direction of the stone gate, with an expression on his face that was both stunned and shocked.
"So it's you!" Yuan Zhen looked at Murong Fu carefully, and naturally recognized that Murong Fu was one of the people who had planned with the six sects in the tent before. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he said something in his mouth.
He said calmly.
Murong Fu raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why, you discovered me earlier?"
He thought that his Qinggong skills were unparalleled in the world. To track a person from such a long distance, unless the person reached the level of Dongfang Bubai, he would never be able to find him.
Yuan Zhen straightened up, patted the dust on his hands, and said with a slight smile: "That's not true, it's just that the poor monk's intuition is very sensitive. After leaving the tent of the six sects, he felt like a ray on his back and felt uncomfortable all over.
It's as if some eyes are always watching the poor monk."
"Later, the poor monk tried many clever tricks, but finally he couldn't get rid of this feeling. The poor monk thought his intuition was wrong!"
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that this world is full of wonders, and a mere sixth sense is nothing unusual. He smiled and said, "Then you should thank me!"
"Oh why?"
"My appearance has taken away a lot of your worries!" Murong Fu said with a hint of ridicule.
Yuan Zhen was not angry either, and kept a kind smile on his face, "What you are saying is that the poor monk should really thank the benefactor. By the way, you haven't asked the benefactor what his name is?"
"Murong Fu!"
"Did people from the six major sects send you to follow this poor monk?"
Murong Fu shook his head and glanced at Yuan Zhen with a half-smile, "That's not true. I was just on a whim. I thought your monk was very suspicious, so I chased you out. Unexpectedly, I found something!"
Yuan Zhen nodded, "In this case, in order to thank the donor, the poor monk will help the donor to be saved for free!"
Before he finished speaking, a cold force of cold energy rushed towards Murong Fu's face, and he actually used his unique magic Yin Finger in one move.
Murong Fu was also slightly startled. Unexpectedly, Yuan Zhen was still a smiling tiger. One moment, he had a peaceful smile on his face, and the next moment, he used such vicious tricks to kill people. (To be continued)