Murong Fu froze on the spot for five seconds. He really didn't understand how this little rookie dared to come and provoke him.
In the battle at Lingjiu Palace in the original work, Zhuo Bufan, Taoist Buping and others teamed up with Thirty-Six Holes and Seventy-Two Islands to successfully attack Piaomiao Peak for two reasons: one is that Tong Lao is not there. The other is because Tong Lao is not there.
Grandma was missing, and most of the Jiutian Jiumen went out to look for Child Lao. The defense force on the entire Piaomiao Peak was at its weakest, and it could be said that only one or two out of ten were able to survive. Only then did this group of rookies successfully attack Piaomiao Peak.
As for the level of this sword god? At that time, Xu Zhu had just returned from Xixia. Although he had inherited the internal strength of Tong Lao and Li Qiu Shui, he was still a beginner in Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand and Six Yang Palm. Seriously speaking, at this time
Compared to the later Shaolin Temple battles with Jiumozhi and Ding Chunqiu, Xu Zhu's level was far inferior.
As a result, when this so-called sword god came up to face him, Xu Zhu snatched the sword away from him with half-hearted Tianshan plum-breaking skills. To put it simply, he was killed, and in the most humiliating way.
Fancy hanging.
Some people always use Zhuo Bufan's half-foot sword to talk about things. If we really want to calculate it this way, the Six Meridians Divine Sword has been separated from the category of swords in the physical sense. So how should we calculate it?
To put it simply, this guy has something, but not much. He is at the level of a first-rate goalkeeper. He is more than enough to bully a second-rate goalkeeper. When he encounters the best, he basically delivers food to his door.
The way Murong Fu froze on the spot, in Zhuo Bufan's eyes, was that Murong Fu was afraid of his reputation as a sword god and did not dare to speak. He snorted coldly in his heart: Gusu Murong is just a facade.
So Zhuo Bufan clasped his fists and said, "Since Mr. Murong is unwilling to teach me, Zhuo Bufan has an unkind request, and I hope Mr. Murong will agree."
Murong Fu rolled his eyes inwardly: This guy is really addicted to food. But he still needs to be polite for the sake of face, so he also raised his fists and said: "Brother Zhuo, please speak!"
Zhuo Bufan felt quite unhappy when he heard Murong Fu call him Brother Zhuo. He thought that he was a generation older than Murong Fu and had the reputation of a swordsman, but the other party didn't call him his senior.
Zhuo Bufan said: "I just saw Mr. Murong get the small green cauldron from the little girl. Zhuo Bufan thought that this thing was used by Ding Chunqiu to practice Qigong. It is an evil thing that we and other decent people will not tolerate. I
I am afraid that Mr. Murong is young and may fall into the wrong path. Therefore, I would like to ask Mr. Zhuo to hand this thing over to Mr. Zhuo, who will destroy it on his behalf. This is the right way."
Murong Fu was speechless in his heart: Good fellow, you have been talking for a long time and you are waiting for me. Your map of Yan State is a bit long.
After Zhuo Bufan finished speaking, the greedy look in his eyes flashed away: This sacred wooden king tripod is the treasure of old monster Xingxiu. Although Ding Chunqiu is a master of the evil sect that is despised by the righteous way of martial arts, his own martial arts are indeed formidable.
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If Zhuo Bufan can get the treasure of Old Monster Ding from Murong Fu today, firstly, he can become famous all over the world, and when he takes revenge in the future, he will be responded to by hundreds of people. Secondly, if he can understand the secret of this small green cauldron, Old Monster Ding can be brought to the world.
After hearing the news and practicing the Huan Gong Dafa, I will be a little more sure of killing Lingjiu Palace in the future.
He had lived in Changbai Mountain for a long time, and when he first arrived in the Central Plains, he had heard of Nan Murong's name, but he was not familiar with his specific deeds. If he had known about it, he would naturally not have such a stupid idea.
But there is a saying that goes well, everything is hard to buy.
It was naturally impossible for Murong Fu to hand over the sacred wooden king cauldron to Zhuo Bufan. The sacred wooden king cauldron was of great use to him. But since someone brought food to his door, Murong Fu didn't mind teaching him a lesson.
Murong Fu smiled and said: "Brother Zhuo's words are very agreeable to my heart. Murong Fu has long wanted to destroy this small cauldron. It seems that the true hero has the same idea. Then Murong Fu will destroy this thing with his own hands.
That’s all.”
Saying this, Murong Fu exerted force on his hands and wanted to crush the small cauldron.
Zhuo Bufan was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to signal: "Wait a minute!"
Murong Fu asked doubtfully: "Brother Zhuo, what else do you have to say?"
Zhuo Bufan took a breath and calmed down his nervous mood: "Mr. Murong, the matter of destroying the evil objects in the stars is a big matter. It needs to be considered in the long term. Mr. Murong, you are still young and have little experience. It is better to leave this object to me.
Stay out of trouble!"
Murong Fu sneered: "In this case, Brother Zhuo is very skilled in martial arts and has rich experience. If so, why did he escape thousands of miles away and stay in Changbai Mountain for more than twenty years?
Zhuo Bufan's pupils shrank: How did Murong Fu know his origin?
But he soon calmed down his mood.
"Mr. Murong knows a lot about Mr. Zhuo. However, today's matter cannot be solved with words alone. Mr. Murong, let me ask you. Are you really unwilling to hand over this evil object from the stars to Mr. Zhuo?"
After saying that, Zhuo Bufan suddenly pulled out the long sword from his back. Three feet of cold light appeared on the sword, which looked quite impressive under the sun.
A trace of pity flashed in Murong Fu's eyes.
He looked at Zhuo Bufan and said casually: "Brother Zhuo really wants to make things difficult for me today?"
Zhuo Bufan held the long sword in his hand, his momentum rose sharply, and he said proudly: "Since Mr. Murong makes it difficult for Mr. Zhuo, then Mr. Zhuo has no choice but to learn the master's clever tricks."
Murong Fu almost laughed out loud: Is this old boy so confident?
However, although Zhuo Bufan's martial arts skills are low compared to today's Murong Fu, he came to Beidi this time because he wanted to integrate the Xiaoyao Sect through Wuyazi, strengthen his own power, and deal with Shaolin.
The idea of Child Elder and Li Qiu Shui could not be decided for the time being. Even if Wu Yazi gave him the leader's ring, Li Qiu Shui could still snatch it away. As for Piaomiao Peak, he was afraid that he would be surrounded by a group of people before he even saw Child Elder.
Yingying Yanyan's true energy was exhausted and she died of exhaustion halfway up the mountain.
It would be quite good to have such a master who is similar to Deng Baichuan and has a clean background as a helper.
The four generals that Murong Bo left for him secretly had many connections with the old ghost, and he was worried about using them. So why not find more people on his own?
As for the enmity between Zhuo Bufan and Tong Lao, if he can't integrate Lingjiu Palace, then everything is nonsense. If he can integrate Lingjiu Palace, what else will Zhuo Bufan do? Painting cakes is an art.
But now it seems that it is only right to convince this old boy first.
Murong Fu smiled and said: "Since Brother Zhuo wants it, Murong Fu should give it to him."
Zhuo Bufan was overjoyed when he heard this. He only thought that Murong Fu was young and his martial arts skills were not very good, so he was afraid of him. So he looked down upon Murong Fu a little bit.
He snorted coldly, but instead of picking it up with his hands, he flicked his wrist and sent the long sword out flatly, using the move "Golden Needle to Cross the Tribulation" to use the tip of the sword to pick over the small cauldron.
But when he got closer, the small cauldron seemed to sway slightly, just dodging his sword, and then quickly returned to the original place. The whole process was extremely fast, as if the small cauldron had not moved in Murong Fu's hands.
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Zhuo Bufan was surprised in his heart. He didn't expect that his sword would miss, but it was clear that Murong Fu didn't make any move?
A hint of sarcasm flashed across Murong Fu's face: "With your meager martial arts skills, how are you qualified to teach him the way and use his unique skills? Since you insist on asking for this sacred wooden king tripod, I will not stand here today."
You can move without using a weapon. If you can't take away this sacred wooden king cauldron within a hundred moves, then how about cutting off your own meridians and never stepping into the world?"