Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Chapter 142 Trading injury for injury

Seeing Bo Luoxing swallowing the pill so readily, the man in gray chuckled: "Okay, Master is indeed a cheerful person. I hope we can have a happy cooperation."

"Can you tell me what is your purpose for doing this?" Polo Star asked.

The man in gray clothes shook his head: "This is impossible. Master, there is no need to ask. In short, Master will do the work for me. I will help Master out of trouble. You and I each take what we need."

After that, the man in gray stopped talking and escaped into the dark night.

Polo star slumped in his chair slumped.

The reason why he took the medicine so happily was not because he believed in the other party. Simply because he has no ability to resist.

If the other party wanted to kill him, he had no room to resist.

Maybe if you do what the other person says, you can really get out of trouble.

He smiled wryly and shook his head.

At Murong Fu's house.

Murong Fu watched quietly as the three of them finished eating the elixir without any intention of interrupting.

When the three of them had almost adjusted their breath, Murong Fu said with a smile: "How many masters have adjusted their breath?"

The faces of Xuanji and the other three people all turned red: they were laughed at by a junior, and they let them down again.

No matter how thick-skinned Xuan Ji is, he can't say harsh words at this time: "Thank you, Mr. Murong."

At this moment, a girl's low laugh reached several people's ears: "Bah, the great monk is shameless. Three people team up to deal with my young master and rely on pills. My young master keeps giving way, great monk, if you guys If you know some shame, you should leave quickly."

Xuannan and others were ashamed. Although they were quite unhappy in their hearts, they could not refute: What kind of thing is this?

However, Murong Fu very considerately explained to a few people: "The maids at home are ignorant, so don't blame the masters."

Even so, there was no hint of blame in Murong Fu's tone. In my heart, I gave a thumbs up to the owner of the voice: A'Zhu, well done.

Murong Fu also asked very considerately: "Masters, would you like to rest for a while and adjust your breath before playing again?"

Xuannan and others felt that there was a mouthful of blood in their hearts, and they couldn't spit it out.

After all, the grumpy Hui Chan couldn't help it any longer, drew out his sword and shouted angrily: "Murong Fu, you have humiliated several of my masters and uncles. Today I will fight you to the death!"

He slashed with his sword, but before he could hit Murong Fu within ten feet, a huge chessboard fell from the sky, and then a force came from the chessboard, and the sword stuck to the chessboard and was taken away.

Before Hui Chan could react, the chessboard was smashed down with the force of Mount Tai.

Huichan hurriedly dodged sideways, and the sword was easily carried away by the chessboard.

"Hey, Uncle Master. Just concentrate on dealing with the real master. We can just take care of these small fish and shrimps."

It was Fan Bailing who spoke. At this moment, Hangu's eight friends had gathered around him one by one.

While talking, A'Zhu Abi came to Murong Fu's body.

A'Zhu held a strange-shaped long sword in his hand and said to Murong Fu: "Master, I think these monks don't follow any rules at all. Master, there is no need to be polite to them, just use the sword."

This sword was the six-foot sword specially made by Murong Fu when he fought with Jiumozhi. In order to adapt to the characteristics of the Murong family's swordsmanship, the sword body was specially lengthened and widened.

Therefore, the weight of the entire sword with the scabbard directly reached 38 kilograms, which was heavier than an ordinary steel whip. However, Arjun held it firmly in his hand and did not seem to be overwhelmed at all.

Murong Fu glanced at A'Zhu meaningfully, then quickly hid his emotions and said with a smile: "A'Zhu, you're lucky."

Murong Fu took the sword in his hand and waved to the eight friends of Hangu: "You guys, please retreat first. The martial arts of Shaolin monks can't hurt your uncle."

"Yes, uncle."

The eight friends of Hangu agreed and all retreated. In the Xiaoyao Sect, the words of the elders are bigger than the sky. If he, Murong Fu, said that he would not allow them to interfere, they would not be able to interfere even if the house was burned down today.

"Brother, do you think my uncle can successfully dispatch these Shaolin monks?"

Divine Doctor Xue asked several senior brothers with a little worry. '

Before Kang Guangling and others could answer, Abi said: "Uncle Xue, don't worry. The young master is always cautious in doing things. He will never do anything that he is not sure about."

Her beautiful eyes were full of trust in Murong Fu. In her eyes, the young master had always been a proud phoenix, always confidently protecting the people around him under his phoenix feathers.

Kang Guangling nodded: "You have seen Uncle Master's martial arts. Although the martial arts of these great monks are high, they are only on par with me. It is easy for Uncle Master to deal with them."

Murong Fu held the sword in one hand and the end of the scabbard with the other. His whole aura suddenly increased by ten feet.

"Today Murong Fu gave in again and again, and several masters were aggressive and refused to retreat. Then no wonder Murong Fu tried his best to do something!"

"Junior brother, be careful!"

Xuanji shouted to remind Xuannan.

While he was talking, Murong Fu's long sword arrived and pierced Xuan Nan's heart directly, attacking the enemy and saving him. Xuannan was already on guard, but when he saw Murong Fu making a move, he used a move called Chasing the Stars and Chasing the Moon, in an attempt to remove the long sword from Murong Fu's hand with the strength of a pair of iron palms.

Not wanting Murong Fu's move to be just a feint, he played with swords in the air and turned to Xuan Ji, who was previously seriously injured.

The sudden strike of the long sword brought with it a bone-chilling chill that sent shivers down Xuanji's spine.

Not caring about his dignity, he did a flat-sand-falling-goose pose to barely avoid this incident.

He was already old, but now he was forced to crawl all over the ground under the power of Murong Fu's sword. Monk Huizi turned away and couldn't bear to see his uncle's embarrassment. The eight friends of Hangu were not so polite and applauded loudly.

Seeing that their senior brother was in a critical situation, Xuan Tong and Xuan Nan waved their Zen staffs and swords to attack from the left and right. Murong Fu didn't look back. He knocked the sword with his left hand against Xuan Nan's sword. The force shook Xuan Nan's sword so hard that he almost lost his hand.

Then Murong Fu used a move to draw the dragon and attract the phoenix, which barely avoided Xuan Tong's Zen staff. With a "bang" sound, the iron Zen staff hit the stone slab, and stone chips flew everywhere.

Xuanji knew something was wrong, and saw that the other party was approaching fiercely, so he couldn't avoid it. He gritted his teeth, forced his palms out, and hit Murong Fu directly in the chest with another move of "One Clap and Two Scatter". If this move was successful, Murong Fu would definitely die, and he would also die under Murong Fu's sword.

With a "bang", Xuanji's two palms were firmly imprinted on Murong Fu's chest, but the expected scene of Murong Fu being seriously injured and vomiting blood did not appear. He just felt that his palm power was like a bucket of water splashed on a pile of cotton, and it disappeared all of a sudden.

Just when Xuannan and the two wanted to pursue him, a cold snort made them freeze on the spot: "Don't move, unless you want him to die!"

Murong Fu put his foot on Xuan Ji's belly, and put the long sword on the opponent's neck. With just a little force, Xuan Ji was killed immediately.

"Murong Fu, don't hurt my senior brother's life!" Xuan Tong exclaimed.

"Oh? Then I will use some force with my fingers and kill this person with one sword. How about you two?"

Under the moonlight, the long sword pressed against Xuan Ji's skin, emitting a cold air.

"Murong Fu, kill him if you want! Why should I, Xuanji, be afraid!"

Xuanji was so easily caught by Murong Fu and stepped under his feet in such a humiliating manner. He felt his face was dull and scolded him loudly.

"you shut up!"

Murong Fu suddenly shouted angrily, making Xuanji stunned.

"You want to die so much that you just hit the sword of labor and capital? It's not easy to die. I won't stop you!"

He gasped for air. It was obvious that the blow just now caused him some pain. At this time, he was in a particularly irritable mood and spoke rudely.

Adjusting his breath and suppressing the sweetness in his throat, Murong Fu sighed in his heart: Beiming Divine Skill is worthy of Wu Yazi's ability to press the bottom of the box. This defensive power is really terrifying.

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