The Heavens: Reborn Xu Zhu, Recognizing His Father at the Beginning

Chapter 147
"I appreciate the kindness of the little monk, but I still have important matters to attend to, so I won't stay here for long."

As soon as his figure flashed, Murong Fu wanted to run away, but a group of Murong's retainers rushed out from the crowd and stood in front of their young master.

"A dead bald donkey, a stinky bald thief, even if you want to force us to keep Mr. Murong, you are just dreaming!"

Before he could finish speaking, two air splitting palms hit Feng Bo'e and Bao Budong's body immediately, and they hit each other more than ten feet away.

Xu Zhu's expression is indifferent, he clasped his hands together.

"Amitabha, where Buddhism is pure, please keep your mouth clean."

"My little monk just wants to ask Mr. Murong to explain the matter clearly. What are you talking about? Could it be that you, Gusu Murong, have ghosts in your heart?"

In a blink of an eye, Xu Zhu has already disappeared into the Daxiong Palace, a group of old monks and heroes from all walks of life also rushed up after seeing this.

Outside the Great Hall of Shaolin Temple, Murong Fu had just left not far away when a figure flew across the air and stopped opposite him.

"Amitabha, please explain this matter clearly. Benefactor Deng, Benefactor Gongye, for the sake of us fighting against the enemy together in the past, the monk and this temple will not be rude."

He was amazed at this young monk's martial arts, but Murong Fu was not willing to be forced to stay here before his ambition was realized.

With this thought in mind, Murong Fu raised his palm, trying to defeat this little monk in front of him here.

With a faint sigh, [-]% of the internal force was concentrated in the palm, and the Great Vajra Palm was swung out immediately, a burst of sharp palm force mixed with powerful force attacked it.

As soon as this move was performed, Murong Fu's hair stood on end, a sense of despair emerged spontaneously.

This little monk has great internal strength, and every time he makes a move, he feels unrivaled.

Dou Zhuanxing couldn't move his volleying finger force, especially with this strong palm force, is it possible that Murong Fu is going to be buried here?

With this in mind, Murong Fu pushed Deng Baichuan and Gongyegan out with both hands, and stood silently in front of Zhangfeng waiting to die.

At this moment, a figure in gray robe stood in front of Murong Fu's body, his whole body swelled with true energy, and stopped that terrifying air splitting palm force with a palm.

The gray-robed monk took two steps back, looked at Xu Zhu in amazement, with a solemn expression.

"It's amazing palm strength, to be able to reach this level at this age, it is indeed a martial art genius that all the old monks put their hopes on."

A group of heroes from all corners of the world and old monks of the Xuan family came out, seeing a gray robed monk in front of Murong Fu, they felt quite strange.

Is there such a person in Shaolin Temple?who is he?Why stand in front of Murong Fu?

"I ask you, do you have any children?"

Murong Fu slowly opened his eyes and saw a gray robed monk asking himself, although he was confused, he slowly shook his head.

"I am not yet married, so naturally I have no heirs."

The gray-robed monk nodded slightly, and asked again.

"Do you have any ancestors?"

Hearing this, Murong Fu burst into anger, and couldn't help shouting loudly.

"Of course! But if I want to die, what does it have to do with you? Today the Murong family lost to a monk in front of all the heroes in the world, and they will be interrogated about the whereabouts of 72 stunts."

"What else can I do but die?"

The gray-robed old monk was silent for a moment, and laughed strangely.

"Your great-grandfather has a son, and your great-grandfather has a son. The Murong family is such a hero. They never imagined that they will become extinct and have no descendants!"

Hearing these words, Murong Fu's ashes-like state of mind receded, and a burst of cold sweat poured down his cheeks.

That's right, his king map hegemony has not yet been realized, how could he die here like this?
Thinking of this, Murong Fu kowtowed to the gray-robed old monk with a respectful expression.

"Thank you senior for reminding me, I am very grateful, today's great kindness, Murong Fu will never forget it."

Just when all the heroes in the Jianghu were startled, a sound like metal rubbing appeared, faintly surprising.

"Hey! Third sister? Why are you here? Didn't you let Nangong hate that bastard away?"

Hearing this, Xu Zhu suddenly looked into the distance, he saw a figure standing beside South Sea Crocodile God and Duan Yanqing, it was Ye Erniang herself.

In a blink of an eye, Xu Zhu felt a strong malice rushing towards his face, as if he wanted to pay for all the sins committed by his parents.

At this moment, a monk in black robes looked down like a goshawk hunting for prey. Lin Li's eyes swept towards Xuanci and Erniang Ye with a chilly look.

'Didn't you warn her never to catch up with Shaoshi Mountain?Why did it become like this? '

The two old monks looked at each other and suddenly asked at the same time.

"who are you?"

"who are you?"

The two were silent for a long time, and the gray-robed monk suddenly asked.

"Have you been lurking in Shaolin Temple for decades, have you found what you want?"

The monk in black asked back.

"I've found what I'm looking for, and it looks like I've got what you're looking for."

"Shouldn't we have a winner in those three contests?"

The gray-clothed old monk nodded slightly and said frankly.

"That's right, your martial art is so powerful, it's rare in the world, how about another match today?"

The black-robed monk shook his head slowly, his tone old.

"Brother also admires your martial arts very much, so we won't compete today, even if we continue to compete, we won't be able to tell the winner."

The gray-robed monk saluted him.

"You and I admire each other, so we won't compete anymore."

Xu Zhu's gaze fell on Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan, his expression became extremely indifferent, but he spoke slowly.

"Since the two seniors admire each other, I dare to ask, have you two lurked in the Shaolin Temple for dozens of years, have you learned the 72 stunts in the Sutra Pavilion?"

As soon as the words were finished, two air splitting palms that were stronger than before directly faced the two of them, a hint of madness flashed in Xu Zhu's eyes.

Since they were inseparable from the death of his parents, he beat them to death before they spoke.

Two palms of the most masculine and steadfast roared, rolling up pieces of bluestone floor tiles in the courtyard, reverberating Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan.

Seeing this scene, Ye Wuxin frowned, only felt that Xu Zhu had lost his composure.

Seeing this young monk's formidable palm strength, Xiao Yuanshan retreated, watched Xu Zhu's actions coldly, feeling quite afraid in his heart.

Murong Bo brought his son to the side, managed to avoid the powerful palm force, and was quite surprised in his heart.

"What a tyrannical internal force, little monk, your internal force may have reached the state of shocking the past and the present. How did you cultivate, or did you get some adventures?"

The gray-robed monk looked shocked and asked slowly.

"Old benefactor Murong Bo, I still want to ask you, how did you steal the 72 unique skills from our temple to your Murong family, please answer truthfully."

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