Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Murong Fu froze on the spot for five seconds. He really didn't understand how this little rookie dared to come and provoke him.

In the battle at Lingjiu Palace in the original work, Zhuo Bufan, Taoist Buping and others teamed up with Thirty-Six Holes and Seventy-Two Islands to successfully attack Piaomiao Peak for two reasons: First, Tong Lao was not there. Secondly, because of the disappearance of Child Elder, most of the Jiutian Jiumen went out to look for Child Elder. The defense force on the entire Piaomiao Peak was at its weakest. Kill on Piaomiao Peak.

As for what level this sword god is? Xu Zhu had just returned from Xixia at that time. Although he had inherited the internal strength of Tong Lao and Li Qiu Shui, he was still a beginner in Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand and Six Sun Palm. To be honest, Xu Zhu at this time was better than the Shaolin Temple Fighting Dove later. The level of Mo Zhi and Ding Chunqiu was far inferior.

As a result, when this so-called sword god came up to meet him, Xu Zhu snatched the long sword from his hand with half-hearted Tianshan plum-breaking skills. To put it simply, he was beaten in seconds, and in the most humiliating way.

Some people always use Zhuo Bufan's half-foot sword light to talk about things. If we really want to calculate it this way, the Six Meridians Divine Sword has been separated from the category of swords in the physical sense. So how should we calculate it?

To put it simply, this guy has something, but not much. He belongs to the level of a first-rate goalkeeper. He is more than enough to bully a second-rate goalkeeper. When he encounters the best, he basically delivers food to his door.

The way Murong Fu froze on the spot, in Zhuo Bufan's eyes, was that Murong Fu was afraid of his reputation as a sword god and did not dare to speak. He snorted coldly in his heart: Gusu Murong is just a facade.

So Zhuo Bufan clasped his fists and said, "Since Mr. Murong is unwilling to teach me, Zhuo Bufan has an unkind request, and I hope Mr. Murong will agree."

Murong Fu rolled his eyes inwardly: This guy is really addicted to food. However, I still need to be polite, so I cupped my fists and said, "Brother Zhuo, please speak!"

Zhuo Bufan felt quite unhappy when he heard Murong Fu call him Brother Zhuo. He thought that he was a generation older than Murong Fu, and he had the reputation of a swordsman, but the other party actually didn't call him a senior.

Zhuo Bufan said: "I just saw Mr. Murong get the small green cauldron from the little girl. Zhuo Bufan thought that this thing was used by Ding Chunqiu to practice Qigong. It is an evil thing that we and other decent people will not tolerate. I I'm afraid that Mr. Murong is young and may go astray. Therefore, I would like to ask Mr. Zhuo to hand this thing over to Mr. Zhuo, who will destroy it on his behalf. This is the right way."

Murong Fu was speechless in his heart: Good fellow, you have been talking for a long time, just wait for me. Your map of Yan State is a bit long.

After Zhuo Bufan finished speaking, the greed in his eyes flashed away: This sacred wooden king tripod is the treasure of old monster Xingxiu. Although Ding Chunqiu is a master of the evil sect who is despised by the orthodox martial arts, his own martial arts is indeed formidable.

If Zhuo Bufan can get the treasure of Old Monster Ding from Murong Fu today, he can become famous all over the world, and when he takes revenge in the future, he will be responded to by hundreds of people. Secondly, if you can understand the secret of this small green cauldron and master the terrifying power transformation technique of Old Monster Ding, you will be a little more sure of killing Lingjiu Palace in the future.

He had lived in Changbai Mountain for a long time. When he first arrived in the Central Plains, he had heard of Nan Murong's name, but he was not familiar with his specific deeds. If he knew it, he would naturally not have such a stupid idea.

But there is a saying that goes well, everything is hard to buy.

It was naturally impossible for Murong Fu to hand over the sacred wooden king tripod to Zhuo Bufan. This Divine Wood King Cauldron is of great use to him. But since someone brought food to his door, Murong Fu didn't mind teaching him a lesson.

Murong Fu smiled and said: "Brother Zhuo's words are very agreeable to my heart. Murong Fu has long wanted to destroy this small cauldron. It seems that the true hero has the same idea. Then Murong Fu will destroy this thing with his own hands. That’s all.”

Saying this, Murong Fu exerted force on his hands and wanted to crush the small cauldron.

Zhuo Bufan was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to signal: "Wait a minute!"

Murong Fu asked doubtfully: "Brother Zhuo, what else do you have to say?"

Zhuo Bufan took a breath and calmed down his nervous mood: "Mr. Murong, the matter of destroying the evil objects in the stars is a big deal. It needs to be considered in the long term. Mr. Murong, you are still young and have little experience. It is better to leave this object to me. Stay out of trouble!"

Murong Fu sneered: "So, Brother Zhuo is very skilled in martial arts and has rich experience. If that's the case, why did he escape thousands of miles away and stay in Changbai Mountain for more than twenty years?

Zhuo Bufan's pupils shrank: How did Murong Fu know his origin?

But he quickly calmed down.

"Mr. Murong knows a lot about Mr. Zhuo. However, today's matter cannot be solved with words alone. Mr. Murong, let me ask you. Are you really unwilling to hand over this evil star to Mr. Zhuo?"

After saying that, Zhuo Bufan suddenly pulled out the long sword from his back. Three feet of cold light emerged from the sword, looking quite imposing under the sun.

A trace of pity flashed in Murong Fu's eyes.

He looked at Zhuo Bufan and said casually: "Brother Zhuo really wants to make things difficult for me today?"

Zhuo Bufan held the long sword in his hand, his momentum rose sharply, and he said proudly: "Since Master Murong makes it difficult for Zhuo, then Zhuo has no choice but to learn from Master Murong's clever tricks."

Murong Fu almost laughed angrily: Is this old boy so confident?

However, although Zhuo Bufan's martial arts skills are low compared to today's Murong Fu, he came to Beidi this time because he wanted to integrate the Xiaoyao Sect through Wuyazi, strengthen his own power, and deal with Shaolin.

Tong Lao and Li Qiu Shui's plan can't be decided for the time being. Even if Wu Yazi gave the leader's ring to him, Li Qiu Shui could still snatch it away. As for Piaomiao Peak, I was afraid that before I even saw Child Elder, I would be dragged down by a group of warblers and Yanyan, exhausting her energy and dying of exhaustion on the mountainside.

It would be quite good to have such a master who is similar to Deng Baichuan and has a clean background as a helper.

The four generals that Murong Bo left behind for him were secretly connected with the old ghost, and he was worried about using them. So why not find more people yourself?

As for the feud between Zhuo Bufan and Tong Lao, if he can't integrate Lingjiu Palace, then everything will be nonsense. If he could integrate the Lingjiu Palace, what else would he need to be extraordinary? Painting cakes is an art.

But now it seems that it is more serious to convince this old boy first.

Murong Fu smiled and said: "Since Brother Zhuo wants it, Murong Fu should give it to him."

Zhuo Bufan was overjoyed when he heard this. He only said that Murong Fu was young and his martial arts skills were shallow, so he was afraid of him. So I looked down upon Murong Fu a little bit more.

He snorted coldly, but instead of picking it up with his hand, he flicked his wrist and sent the long sword out flatly, using the move "Golden Needle to Cross the Tribulation" to use the tip of the sword to pick over the small cauldron.

But when he got closer, the small cauldron seemed to sway slightly, just dodging his sword, and then quickly returned to the original place. The whole process was extremely fast, as if the small cauldron had not moved in Murong Fu's hands. .

Zhuo Bufan was surprised in his heart. He didn't expect that his sword would miss. But it was clear that Murong Fu didn't make any move?

A hint of sarcasm flashed across Murong Fu's face: "With your meager martial arts skills, are you qualified to teach Yi Yi's way and use his unique skills? Since you insist on asking for this sacred wooden king tripod, then why don't I stand here today?" Even if you move, you don’t need a weapon. If you can’t take away this sacred wooden king cauldron within a hundred moves, how about cutting off your own meridians and never stepping into the world?”