Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

"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, suspecting that he had heard wrongly.

Not to mention Xuan Nan and Xuan Tong. For a moment, the two of them 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 three of them can be firmly ranked in the top ten in terms of martial arts. Looking at the current world, if someone needs the three of them to join forces to fight, such martial arts is already shocking, but if someone says that the three of them can't even move a hundred moves, that's sheer madness.

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 down the stairs? Yes, it is inevitable for me and other monks to have conflicts of temper after practicing for many years, let alone a young man in his twenties?

In this way, I won't be able to really hurt him if I fight him later. Speaking of which, Murong Fu is considered a junior like me. Is it possible that we really want to compete with him? If this kind of thing spreads out, fellow martial arts colleagues will laugh at my Shaolin sect for bullying the small ones.

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 accused him one after another: "Murong Fu, you are facing a big disaster today, yet you dare to be so arrogant! This is simply unreasonable!"

Murong Fu frowned: "Is this how you control the disciples of 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 were as silent as cicadas.

Murong Fu nodded slightly: "Masters, what do you think of my proposal?"

Xuannan and others thought for a moment and replied: "Okay, it's up to you. As long as you can survive a hundred moves in the hands of the three of us, Master Murong will not bother you 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 happen 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 even defeated by Qiao Feng in a few moves at Juxian Village. Xuan Ji was even more stretched. He was lifted up like a baby by Qiao Feng who was seriously injured and was in a rampage state. He was almost crushed to death. In the end, Qiao Feng saved his life by relying on Qiao Feng's kindness.

And Xuan Tong is even weaker than these two people. What can these three people do together?

In the eyes of Yongshou, I 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 does not necessarily mean there is strength.

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 made a move. Even if he got a reputation as a bully, he would still teach this young man 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 ones. What does it mean to bully the small ones? 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 fists can break gold and jade, so it doesn't matter whether they use weapons or not. Although they knew that Murong Fu was deliberately irritating them, Xuannan and others could not 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 made a move with his hand and struck an osmanthus tree in the yard with a flying palm. That palm was like a sharp knife, cutting off a branch that was as thick as a middle finger and about six feet long.

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 didn't even make a sound.

Facing the surprised looks in the eyes of Xuan Nan and the other three, Murong Fu smiled easily and said, "Crane Control Technique. I am just learning and practicing it for the first time. I got a glimpse of the secret and 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.

Ever since he last saw Jiumozhi using this Kung Fu to catch someone, Murong Fu felt that this Kung Fu was so cool that it was incomprehensible. The actual effect is not important, the key is to highlight a handsome character!

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 mastered 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 had no practical significance. There is still a long way to go before one can pull a living person over casually like Jiumozhi did.

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 me, and I looked at you. In the end, Xuannan shouted loudly and took the lead.

I saw that his sleeves were automatically bulging without wind, like two sails. This is exactly the result of internal agitation. Xuannan's dry palms were hidden in his wide sleeves. At the same time, aroused by the true energy, his two gray sleeves became as sharp as sharp blades.

With the cover of his sleeves, a pair of fists and palms were changing, leaving no trace behind. As the saying goes, there is something in one's sleeve, and Xuannan 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 the branch turned slightly and used a Sealing Technique to completely block the opponent's next attack.

Xuannan only felt that a wall composed of stick shadows appeared in front of him, blocking his way. All his violent attacks hit the air, and the branches that looked like they could break at the drop of a hat always flew away every time they came into contact with the corner of his clothes. No matter how powerful you are, it will be useless if you hit it on cotton.

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 on the side. He hit Murong Fu in the face. This blow was extremely fierce and powerful. He expected that Murong Fu would not dare to use such a small branch to catch it and would have to dodge. In this way, Xuannan 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 and no calculation, just like the King Kong that suppressed hell and wiped out thousands of demon species. This hesitation is more than a little less powerful.

"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 clearly saw the person coming and withdrew his strength in time. The force of this shock caused his blood to surge, and he was panting 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 started just now, Murong Fu had already been secretly working on his plans, trying to change his energy. Xuan Ji originally wanted to use the "one shot and two scatters" move to make Murong Fu lose his fighting ability, but he didn't expect that his long-awaited palm just caught Xuan Tong's Zen staff. Fortunately, Xuan Tong took 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 kid'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.