Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Murong Bo might never have thought in his life that one day his son would take him for a robbery.

There is no such thing as Yan Long Yuan. The so-called Murong is Yan, Yuan is Bo. As for the dragon, it goes without saying what it means.

Over the years, he has been hiding in the 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 disguised himself as Yan Longyuan and moved around in disguise. When others asked about his identity, he claimed to be a subordinate of the Murong family and acted secretly in the world. .

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 covetous pursuit 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 is not necessarily necessary to operate in this one-third of an acre in the Central Plains. The world is so big, 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 his many years of management in the southwest border, he 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 try other tricks.

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. Murong Fu would not tolerate him. The next moment, a "Yang Guan San Die" hit him.

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 hit was To be honest, Murong Fu would have to stay in bed for three months to recover from his injuries.

If a person stays in the light for a long time and suddenly falls into the darkness, he will become temporarily blind. That's why Murong Fu chose to kick over the table at the beginning to hinder the opponent's follow-up actions and give his eyes time to adapt to the darkness. Then he used the powerful Tianshan Six Yang Palm to actively attack, using the two palms of Zhiyin and Zhiyang. He used his strength alternately, and received the "Great Veda Pestle" head-on, which was enough to break the breastbone.

Murong Bo was 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% good at it. Originally, he was thinking of using this move to injure Murong Fu so that he could not interfere with Yanqing's affairs. , I didn’t want to be taken over so easily by the other party.

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 rely on, and secondly, once he uses this traditional martial arts, his identity will be exposed instantly, and it will be difficult to tell clearly. .

So Murong Bo gritted his teeth and resisted, and exchanged punches and palms with Murong Fu. After 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. During this period of time, he had become familiar with the seventy-two stunts. How could he not recognize that this was the Shaolin method? He was surprised by the other party's shamelessness. He knew he couldn't defeat him and even resorted to such damaging tactics as sneak attack and assassination. 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, except for the royal family who is so inhumane, no real father in this world would do such a cruel thing to his son. The various jokes in the past life, such as "The father saw that his son was still alive, drew out the seven wolves" were 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 and escaped, flying through the dark night.

Both of their Qinggong and body skills are top-notch in the world. One is as free and elegant as a crane, and the other is like a big eagle vigorously flapping its wings in the dark night. The two of them chased the stars and the moon, but they didn't even leave a single footprint on the ground.

"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, the reason for doing this is to cause psychological pressure to the other party and expose flaws, and on the other hand, it is also to deceive the other party's true identity.

Murong Bo was angry and annoyed when he heard Murong Fu call him "the bald donkey of the Shaolin School", and almost wanted to turn around and teach this little brat a lesson. However, the brief battle just now made him realize that it was impossible for him to defeat his opponent in a short time, and he did not want to expose his identity now. He had no choice but to use his Qinggong and body techniques to the extreme, running away almost without moving.

"Little one, 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. He was still a little behind in terms of ability to surpass him. He was able to gain the upper hand just now just because of his clever moves.

After all, any father with a little bit of ability will naturally have a sense of psychological superiority when facing his son. For them, admitting that their son has surpassed them is tantamount to admitting that they have grown old.

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 at the rear with two invisible calamities.

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 Wuxiangjie refers to the invisibility and tracelessness, and it is also dark and it is difficult to see the opponent's movements, so this time it directly caused Murong Fu to suffer a small loss, his body was stagnant, and a burning pain came from the wound. Fortunately, Beiming Zhenqi Body Protector only suffered some superficial injuries. After a slight pause, he caught up again.

In contrast, Murong Bo was shocked and confused. Although he did not use all his strength in the two attacks without phase, but as a relatively sinister martial art in Buddhism, it is good at sneak attacks. He can be sure that his two attacks must have hit, and it should be enough to make the opponent retreat in the face of difficulties. But he didn't expect that the effect was minimal, but instead angered 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 the Yan Kingdom is restored in the future, we can take care of this little beast!" Murong Bo thought angrily.