Chapter 143 The wind started at the end of Qingping
There is only one move in total for this "One shot, two breaks", but it is one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin. It relies on its extreme dominance and fierceness. If an ordinary first-class master received a slap like Murong Fu just now
, I am afraid that all the internal organs have been severely damaged at this moment, and his life is not long, but Murong Fu is just qi and blood surging at this moment.
If the two sides were fighting to the death and used all their strength, Murong Fu would naturally be able to knock down Xuan Ji and the others. But if Murong Fu killed or seriously injured Xuan Ji and the others, then the Murong family would become the same as the entire Shaolin and even the Central Plains martial arts community.
A deadly feud.
This means that there will be constant troubles in the world in the future. Murong Fu himself is naturally not afraid, but there is no guarantee that in the future, enemies will come to block people when Murong Fu is not at home.
He couldn't kill three people, and at the same time he couldn't use his special skills such as Dou Zhuan Xing Yi. It would be extremely detrimental to Murong Fu if he continued like this.
That's why Murong Fu used this method of exchanging injuries for injuries. He used Beiming Zhenqi to protect his chest in advance, and then took advantage of Xuanji's attack and captured Xuanji when he couldn't sustain it.
"Murong Fu, please don't hurt my senior brother Xuanji. We can discuss it if you have anything to say!" Xuannan was anxious when he saw that Xuanji's life was at stake.
Murong Fu ignored him and pressed two volleying fingers on several large acupoints around Xuan Ji's body, temporarily blocking his true energy. Then under Xuan Ji's angry eyes, Murong Fu took out a small bottle from his arms.
bottle.
Opening the bottle cork, two orange-yellow elixirs lay quietly inside the bottle. The rich fragrance of the elixirs made Murong Fu feel certain that they were the nine-turn great healing elixir that Xuanji had taken out earlier.
Murong Fu was overjoyed and put the bottle away regardless of Xuan Ji's heartbroken expression. Then, he kicked Xuan Ji on the butt and kicked him towards Xuan Nan and Xuan Tong.
Xuanji was angry and in pain. As the leader of the Discipline Academy, he was respected by everyone in the world, and he also held a high position in Shaolin. He responded to every call, but when had he ever been humiliated like this, he fainted in grief and anger.
"Senior brother!" Xuannan and his wife exclaimed, and they hurriedly caught Xuanji as he rolled over. They took a look and breathed a sigh of relief when they found that there was nothing serious.
Seeing his senior brother being humiliated, Xuan Tong waved his Zen staff and tried to get up, but was interrupted by Xuan Nan's shout: "Junior brother, stop!"
Xuan Tong cast a puzzled look at Xuan Nan, who slowly shook his head and sighed: "Let's go, junior brother."
Xuan Tong said hurriedly: "But what is the explanation from senior abbot?"
Xuannan smiled bitterly and said: "Junior brother, can't you still see that things have happened now? The murderer who killed senior brother Xuanbei is definitely not Young Master Murong!"
Murong Fu sheathed his sword, straightened his clothes, and saluted Xuannan: "It seems that Master Xuannan has understood the reason, so Murong Fu doesn't need to waste his words. What happened tonight has offended many people. These two masters
,please!"
Xuannan's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Junior brother, let's go!"
"Senior Brother Xuannan!"
"Walk!"
Xuan Nan shouted angrily and blocked Xuan Tong's next words. Xuan Tong had no choice but to silently hand over the Zen staff to a disciple, pick up the unconscious Xuan Ji and follow Xuan Nan away.
Several Huizi monks were silent and followed neatly behind the three of them.
When he reached the door, Xuannan suddenly turned around and said, "Mr. Murong, I have offended many people today. I will come to the door to apologize to you some other time."
Murong Fu casually handed over his hands: "It doesn't count as an offence. I just hope that Shaolin can distinguish right from wrong in the future. Don't try to suppress others with force! This world is so big, there is always a strong one among the strong. If in the martial arts, everyone can use force to suppress others.
If people do not put chivalry first, then the entire world will be nothing more than a desert composed of a group of jackals and wild beasts. If there are too many things happening today, where will the reputation of the Shaolin School be in the future?"
While they were talking, Han Gu's eight friends came to Murong Fu's side and glared at everyone in the Shaolin sect.
Murong Fu, armed with a gun and a stick, scolded the Shaolin sect bloody. Xuannan was ashamed and did not dare to defend himself, so he could only salute again: "Amitabha, thank you Mr. Murong for your advice."
Afterwards, a group of people from the Shaolin sect filed out, and the courtyard returned to its previous silence, as if the thrilling battle just now did not exist at all.
When everyone in Shaolin finally left the sight, Murong Fu finally couldn't hold on anymore. His body went limp and he almost fell over. Fortunately, he managed to hold himself up by leaning on the blade of his sword. With a "wow" sound, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Master" "Uncle Master!"
A'Zhu A'bi quickly stepped forward and supported Murong Fu on one side and the other on the right. Their soft bodies were pressed tightly against one of Murong Fu's arms. The flowers were red and willows were green, and the soft jade was warm and fragrant. Their beautiful eyes were full of worry.
Especially Abi, whose eyes were already covered with a layer of mist, as if she was about to cry the next moment.
Although Murong Fu was quite useful, he didn't want to show his weakness in front of others. He quickly took his arm out of Er Shu's hand and said with a smile: "It's not a big deal, I was beaten a little by the old monk and I just vomited blood."
alright!"
Doctor Xue hurriedly stepped forward and respectfully requested: "Uncle, your health is the most important thing. Please allow my nephew to take a look at my uncle, so as not to leave any hidden dangers."
Looking at the hopeful looks in everyone's eyes, Murong Fu nodded.
So with Aju Abi's support, Murong Fu slowly returned to a chair in the hall and sat down, stretching out a hand for Doctor Xue to examine carefully.
Doctor Xue took Murong Fu's pulse with one hand, injected a trace of vitality, and examined Murong Fu carefully. He twirled his beard with one hand and thought hard.
After a long while, Doctor Xue frowned and twirled his beard with a look of horror on his face: "How could this happen? Uncle Master, how serious is his injury?" He was so excited that he almost pulled off his beard.
Abi almost burst into tears when she heard this: "Young Master..."
The eight friends of Hangu were also shocked: "Xue Laowu, is your uncle's injury serious?"
Fan Bailing said angrily: "Those old monks should not have been allowed to leave just now!"
Kang Guangling suddenly fell down and cried bitterly: "Xuanku, you old bastard! Why are there such a group of bastard brothers who hurt my uncle? What should I do!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The eight friends started arguing with each other. Some said that they would catch up to Xuannan and others, and some said that they would go to Shaolin to ask for help someday.
An explanation. Zhu Bi and Shu Bi had sad expressions on their faces, and pink tears rolled silently down their jade cheeks like bead curtains.
Doctor Xue and Murong Fu exchanged glances, and both saw a trace of helplessness in each other's eyes. Doctor Xue tried to speak several times, but his voice was drowned out.
It wasn't until everyone was tired of arguing that Abi asked timidly: "Doctor Xue, how is my young master's injury?"
There was a hint of embarrassment in Doctor Xue's eyes, and he looked helplessly at Murong Fu. Murong Fu turned away and ignored him: I'll let you gasp for breath, go ahead and speak for yourself!
Facing everyone's questioning looks, Doctor Xue hesitated for a while and said: "Uncle Shi seemed to have been slightly injured just now, but when I checked on him just now, the injury had improved greatly. He may have fully recovered now.
?”
"ah?"
Everyone didn't expect this result, and they were all stunned.
"You Xue Laowu, you are so mysterious and make me worry! No, I can't swallow this breath. Come out and let's make some gestures!"
"Third Senior Brother, I didn't say anything! It's you who are talking so much that I don't have a chance to speak!"
"How dare you quibble!"
In the spacious hall, a group of people chased Doctor Xue and knocked around, knocking tables and chairs around. They were all long-established masters in the world, but at the moment they were fighting like a group of children. This was a heroic feast with twists and turns.
, finally passed.
Murong Fu smiled and comforted the sobbing Zhu Bishu: "It's okay, it's okay. It's all over..."
.......
"Senior brother, why did you let us leave? Is it because Murong Fu is so powerful in martial arts that we are afraid of him?!"
Xuan Pain had been suppressed all the way and finally burst out uncontrollably.
Xuan Nan looked at Xuan Tong calmly: "The murderer who killed senior brother Xuan Bei is definitely not Murong Fu."