"Young Master wantonly stirs up the world's affairs, which will only make the world more chaotic, displace the people, and ultimately harm others and yourself." The sweeping monk sighed and said helplessly.
"Master, how can you know the affairs of the world if you don't leave the temple?" Murong Fu sneered and asked repeatedly, "How can you know the suffering of the world of mortals if you are far away from it? You are not a common person, how can you know what the common people need."
"Young master, you are arrogant, so what if you defeat the old monk with force? Compared with the world, the old monk is just a drop in the ocean." The sweeping monk's tone gradually became calmer, and his true energy suddenly became far and long. No matter how hard Murong Fu tried, it was like being hit in the ocean.
A sponge can never gain the upper hand.
"Beiming Divine Art!" Murong Fu was suddenly shocked. This old monk was the master of Beiming Divine Art, and his attainments were even higher than his own.
"Humph, I didn't expect you to be from the Xiaoyao Sect." Murong Fu was moved in his heart, "Now that I am the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, how dare you be disrespectful to the leader?"
"Amitabha, the old monk escaped into Buddhism, the Xiaoyao Sect has long been a thing of the past, and the benefactor is gone." The sweeping monk neither admitted nor denied.
"A passing cloud? Your Excellency, all your skills come from the Xiaoyao sect, but now you say that the Xiaoyao sect is a passing cloud. You are so thick-skinned." Murong Fu also took the risk, uttering insults in his mouth, the true energy of his Dantian was running wildly, and the Beiming Divine Skill was activated.
Extreme.
"Alas..." the sweeping monk sighed, "Young Master doesn't need to provoke the poor monk. As long as the Young Master is willing to let go of the Xiao family and his son, the old monk is willing to admit defeat."
Murong Fu's face looked uncertain. After a while, he suddenly asked, "Is he your son?"
"Poof!" The old monk's mind was agitated, and he almost lost his true energy. Fortunately, he had strong skills and saved it in time, "Amitabha, it's a sin, it's a sin. You must not talk nonsense."
"Since he is not your son, why are you protecting them so much?" Murong Fu murmured in his heart, but he said, "If I win you, my condition is that you return to the Xiaoyao Sect and support me, the Murong family, to seize the throne.
World, how are you doing?"
The old monk had not yet spoken, but at this moment, a woman's call came, and it was Xiao Zhao, Zhou Zhiruo and others.
Murong Fu did not look back, but he could roughly tell that the women were using their sword energy to sweep away the remaining stones and wood, heading towards his direction.
"Go quickly, it's dangerous here." Murong Fu was shocked. After many renovations, the Sutra Pavilion was no longer an ordinary civil structure. Once it collapsed, it would weigh more than ten thousand pieces. How could they be able to withstand it? Even he himself had it.
Danger.
"Hurry, Young Master is over there!" Xiao Zhao was overjoyed when he heard Murong Fu's voice.
"Let's rush over."
"hurry up."
Murong Fu was very anxious and shouted, "Those who belong to the Murong family must immediately leave the ten feet of the Sutra Pavilion, otherwise they will be expelled from the Murong family."
"What should I do?" Xiao Zhao, who was six or seven feet away from Murong Fu, paused in his steps and asked in a solemn voice.
Li Mochou hit the rolling log above her head with a sword and a fierce look flashed on her face, "Go, get out of here immediately."
"Sister Li..." Xiao Zhao was about to say more, but Li Mochou said coldly, "My power has been exhausted and I won't be able to hold on for long. If I go in, it will only hurt Master, so retreat immediately."
Before she finished speaking, she pulled up Hong Lingbo and Lu Wushuang and flew back, while Xiao Zhao joined forces with Shuang'er. The two of them jointly performed Qing Gong, and their speed was no slower than Li Mochou.
Tingfeng and Chuixue hesitated for a moment and followed, but Cheng Lingsu and others did not come in.
All this is a long story. In fact, from the time Murong Fu and the Sweeping Monk were dueling with their palms to the present, it only took half a cup of tea. Most of the Sutra Pavilion collapsed, and it would not take a moment for it to completely collapse.
"The Sutra Pavilion has collapsed. How about we go out and compete?" Murong Fu couldn't hold himself back. If he continued like this, he was afraid he would be buried here. He didn't think he was immortal.
Unexpectedly, the old monk shook his head and smiled, "Amitabha, a poor monk is not as good as hell. Whoever goes to hell, for the sake of all the people in the world, you should accompany the poor monk to sleep here."
"What!" Murong Fu was furious and yelled, "You are a monk, but you have such a vicious heart. You want me to accompany you in your dreams!"
As he spoke, he kicked the ground with both feet, turned his body upside down in the air, bent his elbows slightly, and pushed down with all his strength. With the help of the old monk's rebound, his body suddenly flew upwards.
This series of actions was completed in a flash of lightning. Even the old monk did not react. Murong Fu's body turned into a sharp stream of light and rushed upward. Wherever it passed, the falling logs and boulders were smashed into pieces.
Murong Fu was about to fly out of the roof, but at this moment, the sweeping monk suddenly shouted, "Young master, you should stay here."
Then his hands changed, and he grabbed Murong Fu from a distance.
At that moment, a huge suction force enveloped Murong Fu. Not only that, but what frightened him even more was that his true energy was completely out of control and was dissipating bit by bit.
"You...you actually..." Murong Fu was so shocked that he couldn't even speak.
There has always been a shortcoming of the Beiming Magic Technique, that is, if you want to neutralize the enemy's power, you must be close to the enemy's body. Otherwise, no matter how strong your skill is, it is like a clever woman who cannot make a meal without rice. This is a flaw in the technique. Although Murong Fu practiced the Beiming Magic Technique.
Although it is a great success, it cannot achieve the power through space.
But now the old monk can actually transform energy from the air, which is unimaginable to him.
Murong Furen had nowhere to rely on in the air, and he couldn't control his true energy, so his body was pulled back bit by bit.
"Here comes the sword!" Murong Fu was extremely angry and shouted loudly.
At the same time, Li Mochou, who had just exited the Sutra Pavilion, heard Murong Fu shouting and was about to throw the Heavenly Sword. After the Ping Ping Sword trembled slightly in his hand, it automatically unsheathed it one step ahead of her and turned into a stream of light.
Murong Fu flew away.
Murong Fu opened his hand and grasped the sword of equality, "Since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust."
Then he used his full strength and slashed out with his sword. With a "puff" sound, a milky white half-moon shaped sword energy flew towards the old monk below. Everything the sword energy touched turned into dust.
With a loud "rumbling" sound, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion completely collapsed and turned into ruins.
Murong Fu breathed a sigh of relief, turned around in the air, flew more than ten feet, and landed on a higher attic next to the Sutra Pavilion. He glanced at the ruins blankly and sighed, "No matter who you are, you can't stop me."
My great cause deserves death."
"Mr. Murong!" came a sweet shout.
Murong Fu turned around and looked, but it was Jingxuan who was running towards him in a hurry, shouting at the same time, "Save Junior Sister, she hasn't come out yet!"
"What!" Murong Fu's expression changed drastically, and Jingxuan cried, "She went in to save you, but she hasn't come out yet."
Murong Fu suddenly felt as if a large basin of cold water had been poured on him, and his whole body was as cold as ice. He immediately flew down and landed on the ruins. All his consciousness was released, but he could not sense the slightest breath of Zhiruo.
"Zhiruo, Zhiruo, nothing can happen to you!" Murong Fu kept murmuring, waving the Ping Ping sword with both hands, sweeping the sword eastward and clapping his palm westward, but Zhou Zhiruo was never seen.
It would take three days and three nights to search through such a huge ruin. What's more, Zhou Zhiruo was buried underneath. How could he have waited for that long?
"Zhiruo!" Murong Fu was anxious and angry, but he had no choice but to do anything. A huge anger rushed out of his chest, and his eyes glowed red.
I don't know if it was influenced by his character, but the Ping Ping sword in his hand glowed with bursts of red light. Gradually, it complemented his entire body, making it look extremely enchanting.
I saw Murong Fu suddenly flying up. While in the air, the energy from his hands surged out wildly. The light on Ping Ping's sword shone brightly, and he suddenly slashed out with the sword.
There was a loud "bang", and a deep trench more than ten feet long was instantly cut out of the ruins. Looking around, there was still no shadow of Zhou Zhiruo.
At this moment, due to the collapse of the Sutra Pavilion, the martial arts heroes who had already gathered not far from the ruins took a breath of cold air when they saw this scene.
"What kind of sword is this? Is it so powerful?"
"No, Mr. Murong seems to have gone crazy."
"That sword is so weird. Could it be a magic sword?"
…
For a time, everyone was talking about it, and many people had greed in their eyes, but no one dared to step forward.
Murong Fu seemed to be oblivious to everyone's comments. At this moment, his whole body became extremely violent. He raised his sword of equality and struck out three more times with "Puff, Puff, Puff".
He had no other choice. At this point, he could only block it and bet on finding her without hurting Zhou Zhiruo.
But at this moment, a rather cynical laugh came, "Little doll, your sword is quite fun, how about you lend it to me to play with?"
"Get out!" Murong Fu didn't even raise his head, and struck out with a sword energy in the direction of the sound.
Everyone couldn't help but be very curious. At this time, who had the courage to touch Murong Fu's brow and threatened to take his sword. They had to write the word "submit".
Following the sound, everyone was stunned for a moment. This man turned out to be a monk, with a shiny face, a big belly, extremely long earlobes, and his chin and eyes were almost squeezed out. As he stood there, he was like a monk.
A lump of white fat meat.
Compared to others, the elders of Shaolin Temple were overjoyed.
In the blink of an eye, Murong Fu's sword energy reached the fat monk and he was not able to move. With a "chi" sound, the sword energy broke into two halves in the middle and flew out from both sides. The monk was not injured at all.
Everyone was stunned and then noticed that there was a green bamboo standing in front of the monk. They were too far away to see what was special about the bamboo, but it could break Murong Fu's sword energy so easily.
, I guess that either this person has extremely high martial arts skills, or that Cuizhu is also a magic weapon.
Xuanci was about to step forward to greet him, but suddenly his face darkened and he stopped walking. The fat monk took out a chicken leg from somewhere, and his mouth was full of oil after eating it.
Murong Fu glanced at the person and was stunned. This person was the mysterious fat monk he met in Bodhidharma Cave. But at the moment, he only had Zhou Zhiruo in his heart and had no time to worry about anything else.
"Fu'er, this is not the solution for you. I'll call someone to come." Seeing that Murong Fu was about to take action, Murong Bo hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.
He also saw that the relationship between Murong Fu and Zhou Zhiruo was unusual. Zhou Zhiruo was the head of the Emei Sect. If the two families were to marry, it would give the Murong family another boost.
And Jingxuan also hurriedly stepped forward to stop Murong Fu, "Junior brother must not mess up the situation, the safety of the head junior sister is paramount."
I was cursing secretly in my heart, if you are so rude in finding a solution, I am afraid that my junior sister will be hacked to death by you before she is dead. (To be continued)