Chapter 139: Murong Fu cant beat him with a hundred moves!
"What?"
Even though Xuanji was deep in thought, he exclaimed in surprise when he heard Murong Fu's words. His long eyebrows stretched even longer, and he suspected that he had heard wrongly.
Not to mention Xuan Nan and Xuan Tong. For a moment, they felt that the young man in front of them might not be crazy to say such big words.
Looking at the dozens of Xuan generation brothers in the entire Shaolin Temple, the martial arts of the three of them can be firmly ranked in the top ten. Looking at the current world, if someone needs the three of them to join forces to fight, such martial arts is already worthy of the praise.
It's shocking to the world, but if someone says that the three of them can't even move a hundred moves, that's just out of their minds.
The three of them looked at Murong Fu with pity in their eyes, and they all thought in their hearts: Could it be that Murong Fu knew that he was no match for the three of us, and deliberately found a way to get down? Yes, I think it is inevitable for me to become a monk after practicing for many years.
fight, let alone a young man in his twenties?
In this way, I won't be able to really hurt him when we fight later. Speaking of which, Murong Fu can be regarded as the junior I am waiting for. Is it possible that we really want to be serious with him? This kind of thing has spread,
I need to be ridiculed by my martial arts colleagues to bully the small ones in my Shaolin sect.
Forget it, I'll use my hands later. I won't hurt him, I just want to dampen his spirit and let him know the depth.
Xuannan and others had different ideas, and none of them thought Murong Fu was serious.
On the other hand, Monk Huizi couldn't stand it any longer, and they all accused him: "Murong Fu, you are facing a great disaster today, yet you dare to be so arrogant! This is simply unreasonable!"
Murong Fu frowned: "Is this how your disciples are controlled by your sect? Or when the elders of your sect are talking, the younger ones can interrupt?"
Xuannan shouted angrily: "Shut up, everyone, otherwise the commandments will serve you!"
Several monks with the word "Hui" fell silent for a moment.
Murong Fu nodded slightly: "Masters, what do you think of my proposal?"
Xuannan and others thought for a moment and replied: "Okay, that's up to you. As long as you can survive a hundred moves in the hands of the three of us, I won't bother Master Murong during this trip to Shaolin!"
Murong Fu smiled and shook his head: "The masters may have heard wrongly. What I just said is true. Together, the masters can perform a hundred moves in my hands. I just go to the Shaolin Temple. This trip to Shaolin
Whether it can be done depends on the efforts of several masters."
The faces of Xuannan and others turned completely cold.
Murong Fu sneered in his heart: "These old monks, do they really think that they can do anything if they join forces?
You know, Xuan Nan, the strongest among them, was defeated by Qiao Feng in Juxian Manor with just a few moves.
Feng lifted it up like a baby and almost crushed it to death. In the end, Qiao Feng's kindness saved his life.
Xuan Tong is even weaker than these two people. What can these three people do together?
In the eyes of mediocre people, they always feel that just relying on the number of people is enough. Under this belief, "there is strength in numbers" is the only law they believe in.
In fact, having more people may not necessarily lead to a large number of people.
Xuannan said in a deep voice: "Okay, then just follow what Young Master Murong said!"
He had already decided in his heart that he would never hold back when he started to take action. Even if he got a bad name for bullying the young, he would still teach this junior who does not know the heights of the world a profound lesson.
But he inadvertently ignored that from the moment they agreed to compete with Murong Fu, they had the reputation of bullying the small. What does it mean to bully the small? Unknowingly,
They have put themselves and others in the position of the weak.
"How many masters want to use weapons? But if you have any weapons, just take them out now."
Murong Fu asked with a smile, continuing to stimulate the three of them.
Xuannan said angrily: "We don't use weapons! If you want to use them, just get them!"
In fact, when their martial arts skills have reached their level, fists, palms, and chops can already destroy gold and jade, so it doesn't matter whether they use weapons or not. Although they knew that Murong Fu was deliberately irritating them, Xuan Nan and others still
I couldn't help but feel angry.
"Then since the masters are unwilling to use weapons, Murong Fu should take advantage of this. Just use this as a weapon."
While talking and laughing, Murong Fu struck out with a chopping palm toward an osmanthus tree in the yard. That palm was like a sharp knife, cutting off a branch as thick as a middle finger and six feet long.
Come down.
Before the branch fell to the ground, a suction force came from the palm of Murong Fu's hand, and the branch three feet away was sucked into Murong Fu's hand in front of everyone. The whole process did not even make a sound.
Facing the surprised looks in the eyes of Xuan Nan and the other three, Murong Fu smiled easily: "I'm just learning the Crane Control Kung Fu, and I've just gotten a glimpse of it, which made several masters laugh."
Xuannan and the others were silent, never expecting that this legendary martial art would actually appear in front of them.
In their impression, even senior fellow abbot has not mastered this martial art!
In fact, Murong Fu really wasn't telling lies this time. He had really practiced the crane control skill in a hurry a few hours ago.
Since the last time he saw Jiumozhi using this Kung Fu to catch people, Murong Fu felt that this Kung Fu was so cool that it was incomprehensible. The actual combat effect was not important, the key was to highlight the word "cool"!
Therefore, when he was reading in Langhuan Paradise just now, Murong Fu specifically asked Wang Yuyan to translate the book for him. At this time, he had already achieved some success in the Beiming Mental Technique, and his inner strength was far greater than before, so he could master it with just a little practice.
But after all, the training was too short, and I could only do something like grabbing a branch, which has no practical significance. There is still a long way to go to pull a big living person over like Jiumozhi did.
Way to go.
But at this moment, it is enough to scare these old monks.
After simply stroking the leaves on the branch, Murong Fu stood up with it relaxed and freehand, and said to several people: "Please!"
Several old monks looked at each other, and finally Xuannan shouted loudly and took the lead.
I saw his pair of sleeves automatically bulging like two sails without wind. This was the result of the agitation of internal energy. Xuannan's dry palms were hidden in the wide sleeves. At the same time, two gray hands were agitated by the true energy.
His sleeves became as sharp as a razor.
With the cover of the sleeves, the fists and palms of the hands changed without any trace. As the saying goes, there is something in the sleeves, and Xuan Nan actually used his special skills as soon as he got started.
Murong Fu said: "Well done!" He dodged sideways to avoid the opponent's palm wind. Then he turned the branch slightly and used the Sealing Technique to completely block the opponent's next attack.
Xuannan only felt that a wall of stick shadows appeared in front of him, blocking his way. All his violent attacks hit the air, and the branches that seemed to break every time they came into contact
When I touch the corner of my clothes, it always goes away. No matter how hard I hit it on the cotton, it is useless.
Xuan Tong, who was rushing to the side, saw that his senior brother was not getting any advantage, so he took the Zen staff from the hand of a monk with the word Hui and struck Murong Fu in the face. This blow was extremely fierce and powerful. He expected that Murong Fu would
Fu must not dare to use such a small branch to catch him hard, and must dodge. In this way, Xuan Nan can take a breather from the entanglement of his opponent's stick shadow.
Unexpectedly, Murong Fu didn't seem to panic at all, and he threw the wooden stick to the side. This move surprised Xuan Tong, and the movement of his hand unconsciously slowed down a bit.
His move was originally one of the 72 Shaolin Ways of Conquering the Magic Wand. It focused on decisiveness without calculation, just like the King Kong that suppresses hell and wipes out thousands of demon species. This hesitation is much less powerful.
One chip.
"Junior brother, be careful!"
Xuannan exclaimed and warned.
There was a muffled "bang" sound, and the Zen staff intersected with a pair of palms. Xuan Tong saw the person coming clearly and withdrew his strength in time. The force of the shock caused his blood to surge, and he gasped continuously, secretly thinking that he was lucky.
Xuanji, on the other hand, felt his arms go numb, his throat felt sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
It turns out that when he just started, Murong Fu had already been secretly moving around, pushing his energy to gain strength. Xuanji originally wanted to use the "one shot and two scatters" move to make Murong Fu lose his fighting power, but he didn't expect that he had been preparing for a long time.
The palm of his hand just caught Xuan Tong's Zen staff. Fortunately, Xuan Tong received the force in time at the last moment, otherwise his hands would have been broken in this head-on collision.
Xuanji's face turned pale: "This guy's martial arts are weird, so be careful."
At this time, several people no longer had any contempt for Murong Fu, and they realized that Murong Fu might not have just said it verbally...