Murong Bo might never have imagined that one day his son would think of him as a robber.
There is no such thing as Yan Long Yuan. The so-called Murong is Yan, Yuan is Bo. As for dragon, it goes without saying what it means.
In recent years, he has been hiding in Shaolin Temple with Xuanci's acquiescence. At the same time, with the support of some old members of the Murong family whom he completely trusted, he changed his disguise and moved around under the pseudonym Yan Longyuan. When others asked about his identity, he claimed to be a subordinate of the Murong family and acted secretly in the world.
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Among the small sects in the world, those who obey will issue the Murong family's black flag and adopt it for their own use; those who disobey will retaliate, kill the masters in their sect, leak their secrets to rival sects, and make them kill each other.
.But Murong Bo, who was behind all this, was unnoticed.
He came here tonight just to take advantage of Duan Yanqing's coveting of the throne of Dali, to stir up civil strife in Dali, and to fish in troubled waters. After so many years and generations of hard work, he changed his mind - it may not necessarily be in this three-acre area of the Central Plains.
Management, the world is vast, Dali, Tubo, Xixia, and Daliao are all places where heroes can use their talents.
Moreover, once civil strife breaks out in Dali, a small country with few people, it will inevitably be taken advantage of by the surrounding big countries. At that time, with its many years of management in the southwest border, it can organize an elite army of tens of thousands of people to sort out the chaos.
If you have a piece of the pie, you have a foundation, and then you can start plotting.
What Duan Yanqing didn't know was that he had unintentionally become a gun in Murong Bo's hand that stirred up the situation in Dali. Maybe he knew it in his heart, but he didn't care at all.
Murong Bo was shocked and shocked. Murong Fu would not tolerate him. The next moment, a "Yangguan Santie" hit his face.
Murong Bo was shocked. Feeling the wind of this palm, he knew that he must not force it, so he quickly turned a kite to avoid the palm, and then an iron bridge landed firmly on the ground.
This palm also gave him real fire. After landing, he directly used the "Great Skanda Pestle" stolen from the Sutra Pavilion to hit Murong Fu's chest with fierce and domineering force. If this blow had been
To be honest, Murong Fu had to stay in bed for three months to recover from his injuries.
If a person stays in the light for a long time, he will be temporarily blinded if he suddenly falls into the darkness. That's why Murong Fu chose to kick over the table at the beginning to hinder the opponent's follow-up actions, giving his eyes time to adapt to the darkness, and then he came up and used
The powerful Tianshan Liuyang Palm took the initiative to attack, using the two palm powers of Zhiyin and Zhiyang alternately, and received the "Great Skanda Pestle" from the front, which was enough to break the chest bone.
Murong Bo was greatly shocked when he saw that his move was caught by Murong Fu with his palm force. Although his skill with the Great Skanda Pestle was not as good as that of Xuan Bei who was killed by him, it was still 70% to 80% powerful. Originally, he could
He was thinking of using this move to injure Murong Fu so that he could not intervene in Yanqing's affairs, but he didn't want to be taken over so easily.
What surprised him even more was the strange palm technique of the opponent's hand. He had never seen it before. It was obviously not the method of the Central Plains martial arts, but it was extremely clever, much more advanced than the Prajna Palm of the old monk Xuanci.
As soon as they fought, he was at a disadvantage. He had never encountered this situation before.
If it was normal, he would have used Dou Zhuan Xing Shi Shi to parry, but firstly, the opponent's palm skills are so good that he has nowhere to borrow, and secondly, once he uses this martial arts, his identity will be exposed instantly, and it will be difficult to tell clearly.
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So Murong Bo gritted his teeth and resisted, and exchanged punches and palms with Murong Fu. After fighting for more than ten moves, he finally couldn't hold on any longer, so he used a trick and a feint to escape.
"Want to run away? There is no way! You have offended the abbot and you still want to leave?!"
Murong Fu was shocked and angry. He had been familiar with the seventy-two stunts during this period, and how could he not recognize that this was the Shaolin method? He was surprised by the shamelessness of the other party, knowing that he could not defeat him, even using such damaging moves as sneak attacks and assassinations.
When it came out, it was really hateful and annoying.
However, he couldn't help but wonder: Apart from the dead Xuan Bei, is there anyone in the Shaolin sect who knows how to use the Skanda Pestle?
It’s no wonder that Murong Fu couldn’t guess the true identity of the other party. After all, joking aside, in this world, except for the royal family that is inhumane, no real father would do such a cruel thing to his son. All the jokes in the previous life, such as “the father sees that the son is still alive”
, draw out the seven wolves" is actually mostly ridiculed. Even if a father beats his son, it will be painful at most, and it will never hurt the muscles and bones.
Under the dim moonlight, the two people chased each other and fled quickly through the dark night.
Both of their Qinggong movements were top-notch in the world. One was as free and elegant as a crane, and the other was like a big eagle flapping its wings in the dark night. The two of them chased the stars and the moon, but there was not even a single footprint on the ground.
Leave.
"Don't run! The bald donkey of the Shaolin sect is capable of sneak attacks. Do you dare to stay and fight before leaving? Let's see if I don't tear your bones apart one by one!"
Murong Fu roared angrily. On the one hand, he did this to put psychological pressure on the other party and expose his flaws. On the other hand, he also wanted to deceive the other party's true identity.
Murong Bo was angry and annoyed when he heard Murong Fu calling him "the bald donkey of the Shaolin School". He almost wanted to turn around and teach this ignorant little brat a lesson. However, the brief exchange just now made him realize that he was now in a short period of time.
It was impossible to defeat his opponent, and he didn't want to reveal his identity now. He had no choice but to use his Qinggong and body skills to the extreme, running away almost without moving.
"Little thing, where did you learn martial arts? It's not the way of the Murong family at all."
Murong Bo was confused in his heart. In his opinion, Murong Fu's current martial arts skills were at best comparable to those of the old monster Ding from Xingxiu Hai. If he wanted to surpass him, he still lacked some skills. He was able to gain the upper hand just now just because of his clever moves.
After all, any father with a little ability will naturally have a sense of psychological superiority when facing his son. For them, admitting that their son has surpassed them is equivalent to admitting that they are aging.
Seeing that Murong Fu was chasing after him, Murong Bo was angry and wanted to teach him a lesson, so he used his strength secretly while running, "chichi" twice, and attacked Murongfu in the rear with two invisible catastrophes.
Murong Fu had long expected that the opponent would attack by surprise, and Beiming's Qi had already reached its limit. When the two attacks came, Beiming's Qi had already protected the vital parts of his body.
"hiss"
The Invisible Tribulation refers to being invisible and leaving no trace. In addition, it was dark and it was difficult to see the opponent's movements. Therefore, Murong Fu suffered a small loss at this time. His body was sluggish, and a burning pain came from the wound.
Fortunately, Beiming Zhenqi Protector only suffered some superficial injuries, so after a slight pause, he chased after him again.
In contrast, Murong Bo was shocked and confused. Although he did not use all his strength in the two immeasurable calamities just now, as a relatively sinister martial arts in Buddhism, he is good at sneak attacks. He can be sure that his two strikes must have hit him.
If it hits, it should be enough to make the other party retreat, but unexpectedly the effect is minimal, and instead it angers the other party.
"Damn it, if I don't break two of your bones today, my name, Murong Fu, will be written upside down!"
Murong Fu roared behind him.
Murong Bo was furious when he heard the other party's rebellious words. He almost cursed the word "little beast" out of his mouth, but he forcefully swallowed it back.
"When the foundation of Yan Kingdom is restored in the future, we can take care of this little beast!" Murong Bo thought angrily.