Seeing Bo Luoxing swallowing the pill so readily, the man in gray chuckled: "Okay, Master is indeed a cheerful person. I hope we can have a happy cooperation."
"Can you tell me, what is your purpose for doing this?" Polo Star asked.
The man in gray shook his head: "This is impossible. Master, there is no need to ask. In short, Master will do the work for me. I will help Master out of trouble. You and I each take what we need."
After that, the man in gray clothes stopped talking and fled into the dark night.
Polo Star slumped down in his chair.
The reason why he took the medicine so happily was not because he believed the other party. It was simply because he had no ability to resist.
If the other party wants to kill him, he has no room to resist.
Maybe, if you do what the other person says, you can really get out of trouble.
He smiled bitterly and shook his head.
...
At Murong Fu's house.
Murong Fu watched quietly as the three of them finished eating the elixir without any intention of interrupting.
When the three of them had almost adjusted their breath, Murong Fu said with a smile: "How many masters have adjusted their breath?"
The faces of Xuanji and the other three people all turned red: they were laughed at by a junior, and they let them down again.
No matter how thick-skinned Xuan Ji is, he can't say harsh words at this time: "Thank you, Mr. Murong."
At this moment, a girl's low laugh reached several people's ears: "Bah, the great monk is shameless. The three of us teamed up to deal with my young master and relied on elixirs. My young master kept giving way. If you, the great monk,
If you know some shame, you should leave quickly."
Xuannan and others were ashamed. Although they were quite unhappy, they could not refute: What kind of thing is this?
But Murong Fu very considerately explained to a few people: "The maids at home are ignorant, so don't blame the masters."
Even so, there was no hint of blame in Murong Fu's tone. In his heart, he gave the owner of the voice a thumbs up: Ah Zhu, you did a great job.
Murong Fu also asked very considerately: "Masters, do you want to rest for a while and adjust your breath before playing again?"
Xuannan and others felt that there was a mouthful of blood in their hearts, and they couldn't spit it out.
After all, the grumpy Hui Chan couldn't bear it anymore, drew out his sword and shouted angrily: "Murong Fu, you have humiliated several of my uncles. Today I will fight you to the death!"
He slashed with his sword, but before he could hit Murong Fu within ten feet of him, a huge chessboard fell from the sky, and then a force came from the chessboard, and the sword stuck to the chessboard and was taken away.
Before Hui Chan could react, the chessboard was smashed down with the force of Mount Tai.
Huichan hurriedly dodged sideways, and was easily carried away by the chessboard with one swipe of his sword.
"Hey, Uncle Master. Just concentrate on dealing with the real master. We can just take care of these small fish and shrimps."
It was Fan Bailing who spoke. At this moment, Hangu's eight friends had already gathered around him one by one.
While talking, A'Zhu Abi came to Murong Fu's body.
A'Zhu held a strange-shaped long sword in his hand and said to Murong Fu: "Master, I don't think these monks follow any rules at all. Master, there is no need to be polite to them, just use the sword."
This sword was the six-foot sword specially made by Murong Fu when he fought with Jiumozhi. In order to adapt to the characteristics of the Murong family's swordsmanship, the sword was specially lengthened and widened.
Therefore, the weight of the entire sword with the scabbard directly reached 38 kilograms, which was heavier than an ordinary steel whip. However, Arjun held it firmly in his hand and did not seem to be overwhelmed at all.
Murong Fu glanced at A'Zhu meaningfully, then quickly hid his emotions and said with a smile: "A'Zhu, you are lucky."
Murong Fu took the sword in his hand and waved to the eight friends of Hangu: "You guys, please retreat first. The martial arts of Shaolin monks can't hurt your uncle."
"Yes, uncle."
The eight friends of Hangu agreed and all retreated. In the Xiaoyao sect, the words of the elders are bigger than the sky. If Murong Fu had said that he would not allow them to interfere, they would not be able to interfere even if the house was burned down today.
"Brother, do you think my uncle can successfully dispatch these Shaolin monks?"
Doctor Xue asked several senior brothers with a little worry.’
Without waiting for Kang Guangling and others to reply, Abi on the side said: "Uncle Xue, don't worry, the young master is always cautious in doing things. He will never do anything that he is not sure about."
Her beautiful eyes were full of trust in Murong Fu. In her eyes, the young master had always been a proud phoenix, always confidently protecting the people around him under his phoenix feathers.
Kang Guangling nodded: "You have seen Uncle Master's martial arts. Although these great monks have high martial arts skills, they are only on par with me. It is easy for Uncle Master to deal with them."
Murong Fu held the sword with one hand and the end of the scabbard with the other hand. His whole aura suddenly increased by ten feet.
"Today Murong Fu gave in again and again, and several masters were aggressive and refused to retreat. Then no wonder Murong Fu tried his best to do something!"
"Junior brother, be careful!"
Xuanji shouted to remind Xuannan.
While he was talking, Murong Fu's long sword had arrived, piercing Xuan Nan's heart directly, attacking the enemy and saving him.
With his strength, he removed the long sword from Murong Fu's hand.
Not wanting Murong Fu's move to be a false move, he made a sword splash in the air and turned to Xuan Ji, who was previously seriously injured.
The sudden strike of the long sword brought with it a bone-chilling chill that sent shivers down Xuanji's spine.
Without caring about dignity, I did a flat-sand-falling-goose pose to barely avoid this incident.
He was old, but now he was forced to crawl all over the ground under the power of Murong Fu's sword. Monk Huizi turned away and couldn't bear to see his uncle's embarrassment. But Hangu's eight friends were not so polite.
, applauded loudly and boldly.
Seeing the critical situation of their senior brother, Xuan Tong and Xuan Nan waved their Zen staffs and swords to attack from the left and right sides respectively. Murong Fu did not look back, but struck Xuan Nan's sword with his left scabbard, and a strong force shook Xuan Nan's sword.
Almost let go.
Then Murong Fu made a move to attract the dragon and attract the phoenix, which narrowly avoided Xuan Tong's Zen staff. With a "bang", the iron Zen staff hit the stone slab, and stone chips flew everywhere.
Xuanji knew something was wrong. Seeing that the opponent was approaching fiercely, he couldn't avoid it. He gritted his teeth, raised his palms together, and struck Murong Fu directly in the chest with a move of "one slap and two scatters". If this move had hit him, Murong Fu would be hit.
Fu Dingran will not be cured, and he will die by Murong Fu's sword.
With a "bang" sound, Xuanji's two palms were firmly imprinted on Murong Fu's chest, but the expected scene of Murong Fu being seriously injured and vomiting blood did not appear. He only felt that the force of his palms was like a basin of water splashed on his chest.
On the big pile of cotton, it suddenly disappeared.
Just when Xuannan and the two wanted to pursue him, a cold snort made them freeze on the spot: "Don't move, unless you want him to die!"
Murong Fu put his foot on Xuan Ji's belly, and put the long sword on the opponent's neck. With just a slight exertion of force, Xuan Ji was instantly killed on the spot.
"Murong Fu, please don't hurt my senior brother's life!" Xuan Tong exclaimed.
"Oh? Then I will use some force with my fingers and kill this person with one sword. What will happen to you two?"
Under the moonlight, the long sword pressed against Xuan Ji's skin, emitting a deep cold air.
"Murong Fu, kill him if you want! Why should I, Xuanji, be afraid!"
Xuanji was caught so easily by Murong Fu and stepped under his feet in such a humiliating manner. He felt his face was dull and scolded him loudly.
"you shut up!"
Murong Fu suddenly shouted angrily, making Xuanji stunned.
"You want to die so much that you just hit the sword of labor and capital? It's not easy to die. I won't stop you!"
He gasped for air. It was obvious that the blow just now had caused him some pain. At this time, he was in a particularly irritable mood and spoke rudely.
Adjusting his breath and suppressing the sweetness in his throat, Murong Fu sighed in his heart: Beiming Divine Skill is worthy of Wu Yazi's ability to press the bottom of the box. This defensive power is really terrifying.