Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Xuan Ji and the other three men originally planned to double-team Murong Fu, but who would have thought that the three of them would attack at the same time, not even touching the corner of their opponent's clothes, and almost seriously injuring one of their own.

Naturally, they couldn't think that this was just a coincidence, but with their knowledge of martial arts, they couldn't guess the magic of the changing of the stars. Therefore, this can only be attributed to the fact that a few people underestimated the enemy and advanced rashly, lost their sense of coordination, and took advantage of the opponent.

Xuanji secretly wondered: There were rumors in the world that Murong Fu had injured Ding Chunqiu, so I'm afraid they were true. However, bringing Murong Fu to Shaolin was the intention of the senior abbot. The senior brother must have a deep meaning. For the sake of Shaolin, he must win this son today.

Xuannan was originally unwilling to take action, but now he tried to persuade him: "Mr. Murong, the old monk doesn't want the Shaolin and Murong families to harm their harmony. There must be a misunderstanding, so just come with us. Shaolin will never harm us. Mr. Murong is fine with you, Mr. What do you think?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Xuannan responded with a wild laugh.

"Master Xuannan, thank you for your kindness. Murong Fu also believes that Master Xuannan does not want the two families to go to war. But Master Xuannan thinks this way, and some people don't think so! If Murong Fu hadn't been so alert just now, I'm afraid Master Xuanji's One palm "scattered" has broken Murong Fu's back! Now he has really become a dog with a broken spine, lying on the ground wagging its tail and begging for mercy! In this way, will Shaolin still talk about kindness to Murong Fu?"

XuanNan remained silent.

He naturally knew that what Xuan Ji had just done was really too much. Murong Fu said it was a competition, but in fact he only used a branch, so he obviously kept his hand.

On the other hand, Xuanji used the most dangerous of the seventy-two stunts, "One shot, two shots". Unlike other Shaolin stunts with complex moves, this "One Shot, Two Scatters" only has one move and one palm. When making a move, both palms move out smoothly, and most of the body's strength is concentrated on this palm.

The so-called one shot refers to this move. Liang Scatter means that when this palm is slapped on the boulder, the stone fragments are scattered in all directions, and when it hits the person, the soul is scattered. When it comes to being fierce and domineering, the Shaolin School's "Dajang Fist" is especially famous for its strength.

To do such a cruel thing to a martial arts junior, the reputation of the Shaolin sect.

Xuannan had nothing to say, he could only shake his head and sigh.

"Murong Fu, don't use strong words! My senior brother Xuanbei died due to the martial arts of your Murong family. Everyone in the world knows that your Murong family's reputation of 'repaying others with their own way' is so great. Do you still want to deny it?" ?”

Xuan Tong's Zen staff moved horizontally, but this time he did not dare to rush upward casually, for fear of accidentally hitting the opponent's path again.

"My Murong family's martial arts? Isn't the Great Skanda Pestle a unique skill of the Shaolin sect? This is known to everyone in the world. How come it has become my Murong family's martial arts when it comes to the master? The master is generous, but I, Murong Fu, dare not Take it lightly. If we follow the master's logic, in the future, if brothers from whichever sect are sent to fight against each other, and villains kill their masters, will all the blame be laid on me, Murong Fu?"

Murong Fu directly used the other party's logic to repay the other party's words, and in his words he also hinted that the Shaolin thief was shouting to catch the thief and frame him.

Although Xuan Tong was well versed in Buddhism and good at debating scriptures, how could he be the rival of Murong Fu who had received twenty years of compulsory education in this verbal dispute?

Although he said he regretted Xuan Bei's death, after thinking about it carefully, Murong Fu's words were indeed reasonable. Although he always felt that something was wrong, he couldn't figure it out, and his face turned the color of pig liver with anger.

"Junior Brother Xuan Tong, don't get into a quarrel with this kid. The most important thing is to capture him as soon as possible. Don't forget what the abbot told you when you came!"

Xuanji took out an exquisite jade bottle from his body, poured out a few light yellow pills from it, took two of them himself, and handed the other two to Xuan Tong and Xuan Nan who were standing aside.

Xuan Tong took a closer look and exclaimed: "Nine-turn Great Return Pills from the Medicine Hall? Where do you get so many of them?"

There are various sects in the world, and there are some unique secret medicines that are ordinary. But the elixir of the Shaolin sect has always been famous for its various miraculous effects in strengthening the body and replenishing vitality. Many charlatans even used the name of Shaolin to deceive people and made a lot of money.

Among these many elixirs, the Great Return Pill, which can greatly increase internal strength and replenish qi and blood, is the most famous. The effect of one pill is equivalent to months of hard work for ordinary people.

Therefore, if one occasionally strays into the arena, it will definitely cause many people in the arena to be beaten to death.

And the best among the Great Return Pills is the Nine-turn Great Return Pill in front of you. This is made from more than a dozen precious medicinal materials such as Changbai Mountain Centennial Snow Ginseng, Centennial Polygonum Multiflorum, Tianshan Snow Lotus, etc., which have been refined nine times.

The above medicinal materials alone are extremely rare, and they have to be refined nine times. You can imagine how precious this elixir is. It is no exaggeration to say that it is hard to buy for a thousand dollars.

Even ordinary monks of the Xuan generation cannot enjoy the Nine-turn Great Return Pill. Unless the dozens of senior Xuanzi monks in Shaolin are seriously injured and their lives are in danger, they may be able to get a Nine-turn Great Return Pill to treat them.

As for those who can usually get the Nine-turn Great Return Pill, only those who have entered Bodhidharma Academy can be given one every five years to improve their internal strength and achieve breakthroughs in martial arts.

Xuanji replied calmly: "What you saved, take it quickly and recover from your injuries. This kid is a bit evil."

Xuannan glanced at Xuanji with a complicated expression: Xuanji had not been in Bodhidharma Academy for twenty years, so where did he get four Nine-turn Great Return Pills all at once?

But he still put the pill into his mouth. The elixir entered the abdomen, and after a moment it turned into a warm current washing over the limbs and bones. The whole body felt like bathing in the winter sunshine, feeling indescribably comfortable, and the already full internal energy in the Dantian became a little more surging.

On the other hand, Xuan Ji on the side, who had just had a face as golden as paper after forcibly taking Xuan Tong's Zen staff, now looked rosy again and his breathing had calmed down.

All this fell into the eyes of Murong Fu who was watching from the side. The envy in his eyes could hardly be hidden. He thought that if he could carry a bottle of this stuff with him when fighting with others in the future, wouldn't it mean that he would have an extra life?

I’ll have to find a way to get some for myself some other time!

While Murong Fu and Xuan Nan were fighting, they were in a rather secret Zen room in Shaolin Temple.

Bo Luoxing has been imprisoned in Shaolin for a month. During this time, he was so eloquent and argued in every possible way that the Shaolin sect had no intention of letting him go.

He and his junior brother Zhe Luoxing were detained in different rooms and closely guarded. During this period, he heard no news about his junior brother.

He wanted to escape, but when he thought about having to stay here for the rest of his life and never return to Tianzhu, he felt that there was no hope at all in his life.

But for some unknown reason, after experiencing that night in Gusu, he found that nearly ten percent of his originally strong internal energy had been lost.

Not to mention that there are many Shaolin masters, with his current martial arts, it is not easy to defeat even a junior disciple of Shaolin.

What's more, he was still thinking about Jiumozhi who had harmed him. During this period, all he could think about was how to get revenge on Jiumozhi.

But Jiumozhi is so powerful in martial arts that he might not be his opponent even in his heyday, let alone now?

Tonight, for some unknown reason, he found that there were a few less monks who usually guarded him, and for a moment he had the idea of ​​​​escape.

The idea spread like a weed.

But after a while, he gave up this idea: Shaoshi Mountain was heavily guarded, and once he ran away, he would be hunted down by the Shaolin Sect, and he would be humiliated if he was captured. What's more, even if he ran away alone, his junior brother would definitely be under strict guard in the future, and it would be extremely difficult to rescue him!

Furthermore, what can I do if I go out now?

While he was hesitating, the door was suddenly opened by a gust of wind. Polo Star subconsciously went up to close the door. When he reached the threshold, Polo Star subconsciously raised one foot, hesitated for a moment, let out a long sigh, then retracted his foot, raised his hand to close the door, and returned to the house.

At this moment, an old voice made his hair fall down.

"Tonight the moonlight is bright and clear, and there is also the fragrance of osmanthus. With such a beautiful scenery on such a good time, why should Master sit indoors? Isn't it a pity?"