Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

There is only one move in total for this "One Shot, Two Breaks", but it is one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin because of its extreme domineering and fierceness. If an ordinary first-class master received a slap like Murong Fu just now, his internal organs would have been severely damaged and his life would be short-lived. However, Murong Fu's blood was just surging.

If the two sides were fighting to the death and used all their strength, Murong Fu would naturally be able to knock Xuan Ji and the others off their horses. But if Murong Fu killed or seriously injured Xuanji and the others, then the Murong family would become mortal enemies with the entire Shaolin family and even the Central Plains martial arts community.

This means that there will be constant trouble in the world in the future. Murong Fu himself was naturally not afraid, but there was no guarantee that enemies would come to block people's doors when Murong Fu was not at home.

He couldn't kill three people, and at the same time he couldn't use his special skills such as Dou Zhuan Xing Yi. It would be extremely detrimental to Murong Fu if he continued like this.

That's why Murong Fu used this strategy of exchanging injuries for injuries. He used Beiming's true energy to protect his chest in advance, and then took advantage of Xuanji's attack and captured Xuanji when he couldn't hold on anymore.

"Murong Fu, please don't hurt my senior brother Xuanji. We can discuss it if you have anything to say!" Xuannan felt anxious when he saw that Xuanji's life was at stake.

Murong Fu ignored it and pressed two volleying fingers on several large acupoints around Xuanji's body, temporarily blocking his true energy. Then under Xuan Ji's angry gaze, Murong Fu took out a small bottle from his arms.

Opening the cork, two orange-yellow elixirs lay quietly inside the bottle. The rich fragrance of the elixirs made Murong Fu feel certain. They were the nine-turn great healing elixir that Xuanji had taken out earlier.

Murong Fu felt happy and put the bottle away regardless of Xuan Ji's heartbroken expression. Then, he kicked Xuan Ji on the butt and kicked him towards Xuan Nan and Xuan Tong.

Xuanji was angry and in pain. As the leader of the Discipline Academy, he was respected by everyone in the world, and he also held a high position in Shaolin. He responded to every call, but when had he ever been humiliated like this, he fainted in grief and anger.

"Senior brother!" Xuannan and his two men exclaimed, and hurriedly caught Xuanji as he rolled over. They took a look and breathed a sigh of relief when they found that nothing was seriously wrong.

Seeing that his senior brother was being humiliated, Xuan Tong waved his Zen staff and tried to get up, but was interrupted by Xuan Nan's shout: "Junior brother, stop!"

Xuan Tong cast a puzzled look at Xuan Nan, who slowly shook his head and sighed: "Let's go, junior brother."

Xuan Tong said hurriedly: "But what is the explanation from senior abbot?"

Xuannan smiled bitterly and said: "Junior brother, can't you still see that things have happened now? The murderer of senior brother Xuanbei is definitely not Young Master Murong!"

Murong Fu sheathed his sword, straightened his clothes, and saluted Xuannan: "It seems that Master Xuannan has understood the reason, so Murong Fu doesn't need to waste his words. What happened tonight has offended many people. The two masters ,please!"

Xuannan's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Junior brother, let's go!"

"Senior Brother Xuannan!"

"go!"

Xuan Nan shouted angrily and blocked Xuan Tong's next words. Xuan Tong had no choice but to silently hand over the Zen staff to a disciple, pick up the unconscious Xuan Ji and follow Xuan Nan away.

Several Huizi monks were silent and followed neatly behind the three of them.

When he reached the door, Xuannan suddenly turned around and said, "Mr. Murong, I have offended many people today. I will come to the door to apologize to you some other time."

Murong Fu casually handed over his hands: "It doesn't count as an offence. I just hope that Shaolin can distinguish right from wrong in the future. Don't try to suppress others with force! This world is so big, and the strongest will have its own. If in the martial arts, everyone can suppress with force. If people do not put chivalry first, then the entire world is just a desert composed of a group of jackals and wild beasts. If there are too many things happening today, where will the reputation of the Shaolin School be in the future?"

While they were talking, Han Gu's eight friends came to Murong Fu's side and glared at everyone in the Shaolin sect.

Murong Fu, armed with a gun and a stick, scolded the Shaolin sect bloody. XuanNan's face was full of shame and he did not dare to defend himself. He could only salute again: "Amitabha, thank you Master Murong for your advice."

Afterwards, a group of people from the Shaolin sect filed out, and the courtyard returned to its previous silence, as if the thrilling battle just now did not exist at all.

When everyone in Shaolin finally left the sight, Murong Fu finally couldn't hold on anymore. His body went limp and he almost fell over. Fortunately, he managed to hold himself up by leaning on the blade of his sword. With a "wow" sound, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Master" "Uncle Master!"

A'Zhu A'bi quickly stepped forward and supported Murong Fu on the left and right. Their soft bodies were pressed tightly against Murong Fu's arms. The flowers were red and willows were green, the soft jade was fragrant, and their beautiful eyes were full of worry. Especially Abi, her eyes were already covered with a layer of mist, as if she was going to cry the next moment.

Although Murong Fu was quite helpful, he didn't want to show his weakness in front of others. He quickly took his arm out of Er Shu's hand and said with a smile: "It's not a big deal, I was beaten a little by the old monk. Just spit out blood." alright!"

Doctor Xue hurriedly stepped forward and respectfully requested: "Uncle, your health is the most important thing. Please allow my nephew to take a look at my uncle, so as not to leave any hidden dangers."

Looking at everyone's expectant eyes, Murong Fu nodded.

So with Aju Abi's support, Murong Fu slowly returned to a chair in the hall and sat down, stretching out a hand for Doctor Xue to examine carefully.

Doctor Xue took Murong Fu's pulse with one hand, injected a trace of vitality, and examined Murong Fu carefully. He twirled his beard with the other hand, thinking hard.

After a while, Divine Doctor Xue frowned and twirled his beard with a look of horror on his face: "How could this happen? Uncle Master, how injured he is." He was so excited that he almost pulled off his beard.

Abi almost burst into tears when she heard this: "Young Master."

The eight friends of Hangu were also shocked: "Xue Laowu, is my uncle's injury serious?"

Fan Bailing said angrily: "Those old monks should not have been allowed to leave just now!"

Kang Guangling suddenly fell down and cried bitterly: "Xuanku, you old bastard! Why are there such a group of bastard brothers who hurt my uncle? What should I do!"

The Eight Friends started arguing with each other. Some said they would catch up and bring bad luck to Xuannan and the others, while others said they would go to Shaolin one day to ask for an explanation. Zhu Bi and Shu Bi had sad expressions on their faces, and their pink tears rolled silently down their jade cheeks like bead curtains.

Doctor Xue and Murong Fu exchanged glances, and both saw a trace of helplessness in each other's eyes. Doctor Xue tried to speak several times, but his voice was drowned out.

It wasn't until everyone was tired of arguing that Abi asked timidly: "Doctor Xue, how is my young master's injury?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Divine Doctor Xue's eyes, and he looked helplessly at Murong Fu. Murong Fu turned away and ignored him: "I'll make you gasp for breath, go ahead and speak for yourself!"

Facing everyone's questioning looks, Divine Doctor Xue hesitated for a while and said: "Uncle Master seemed to have been slightly injured just now, but when I checked on him just now, the injury had improved greatly. He may have fully recovered now. ?”

"what?"

Everyone didn't expect this result, and they were all stunned.

"You Xue Laowu, you are so mysterious and make me worry! No, I can't swallow this breath. Come out and let's do some tricks!"

"Third Senior Brother, I didn't say anything! It's you who are talking so much that I don't have a chance to speak!"

"How dare you quibble!"

In the spacious hall, a group of people chased Divine Doctor Xue and made a fuss, knocking tables and chairs upside down. They are all long-established masters in the world, but now they are playing around like a group of children. This twists and turns of the hero's banquet is finally over.

Murong Fu smiled and comforted the sobbing Zhu Bishu: "It's okay, it's okay. It's all over."

"Senior brother, why did you let us leave? Is it because Murong Fu is so strong in martial arts that we are afraid of him?!"

Xuan Tong held it in all the way and finally couldn't help but burst out.

Xuan Nan looked at Xuan Tong calmly: "The murderer who killed senior brother Xuan Bei is definitely not Murong Fu."

"what?"

Xuan Tong froze on the spot.