Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Ding Chunqiu felt displeased when he saw the opponent's neither salty nor indifferent attitude. However, due to the opponent's strength, he couldn't say anything, so he cupped his hands and said, "In that case, I'll take the first step. I hope we can play in the chess game tomorrow." Meet the Master."

Then the disciples played and played, and carried Ding Chunqiu onto the sedan chair and walked away.

As soon as Jiumozhi came in, Deng Baichuan and the others had been nervously paying attention to each other's every move. Although they pretended to be indifferent to the situation on the field, deep down they were extremely afraid of this Tibetan monk with strong martial arts skills.

Jiumozhi smiled slightly and took the initiative to say hello: "I'm so polite, poor monk. I wonder how Mr. Murong is doing lately?"

Just as Bao BuTong was thinking of saying something wrong, Deng Baichuan hurriedly stepped forward and returned the courtesy: "Master, you're welcome. My young master received an invitation from Mr. Congbian and ordered the four of us to follow him. He himself had already rushed ahead. Toward the Valley of the Deaf.”

In fact, Deng Baichuan and others had never met Murong Fu at all. The reason why they said this was to pull off the tiger's skin and pull the flag. He knew very well that the martial arts of his group were simply not enough to fight against Jiumozhi, and only the fact that Murong Fu was nearby could make him fearful.

Jiumozhi is so smart, how can he not know what the other person is thinking? He just smiled and said: "Ashes return to dust, soil returns to earth. After all, the poor monk and Mr. Murong are old friends in the past, and they can be regarded as family friends with the Murong family. Now Mr. Murong is a hero, and he has the demeanor of the old man. The old man is full of spring If you know something below, you will definitely feel great comfort."

What Jiumozhi said was extremely clever. It not only pointed out that he was too lazy to argue with a few people about the disputes he had made in the past, but also emphasized his identity without leaving any trace. After listening to this, Deng Baichuan and Gong Yeqian breathed a sigh of relief involuntarily. Bao BuTong and Feng BoE still wanted to quarrel, but Deng Baichuan glared back and did not dare to speak anymore.

Deng Baichuan respectfully invited Jiumozhi to sit on the throne and treated Jiumozhi as a distinguished guest.

When the two people from Shenshan saw Jiumozhi talking with his old friend, they went to Shaolin to talk with everyone under the strong invitation of the three people from Xuannan.

Deng Baichuan said: "Master, are you here just for the Zhenlong chess game?"

Jiumozhi said: "To be honest, that's exactly what happened. I think that Mr. Chongbian's martial arts skills and wisdom are rare in the world. He has been unable to break this game for decades. I think there must be a lot of mystery in this game. The poor monk has a hunting heart. I'm so happy, but I can't help but feel a little competitive, which is really a sin."

Deng Baichuan and others thought: When the young master killed this great monk's junior brother, there was not much resentment in the great monk's words. Is this master really an eminent monk? Did Young Master wrongly accuse the other party before?

In fact, it wasn't that Jiumozhi was really magnanimous, but after two battles with Murong Fu, Jiumozhi felt that Murong Fu's martial arts talent was truly rare in the world, and describing the speed of his progress as a thousand miles a day would not be an exaggeration at all. After comparison and weighing, Jiumozhi felt that there was no need to provoke such a powerful enemy with unlimited potential for himself. His ambition was to promote the esoteric religion and conquer the Buddhist sects in the world, and the second was to pursue the pinnacle of martial arts.

On the side, Shenshan and others chatted happily with Xuannan and others. They were very envious of the seventy-two unique skills of the Shaolin School. The other party was so disappointed.

In Deaf Valley.

Su Xinghe looked at Murong Fu with a worried look on his face: "Junior brother, by the way, how sure are you? Is this too risky for us?"

Murong Fu put his hand on his forehead: "Brother, this is the eighth time you have asked the same question. I have said it many times, it is foolproof, there will be no problem."

"But."

Su Xinghe looked at Wu Yazi who was being pushed by Wang Yuyan on a wheelbarrow and felt a headache.

It turned out that Murong Fu was so bold that he actually wanted Wu Yazi to see with his own eyes how Ding Chunqiu, a traitor, was subdued, so he specially asked Feng Asan to get this exquisitely designed wheelbarrow to put Wu Yazi on it, and also gave Wu Yazi Zi got a specially made Taoist robe and a feather fan scarf, saying that he would make Ding Chunqiu disappear into ashes while talking and laughing.

Wu Yazi suffered from being unable to move, so he had to let his granddaughter and grandson-in-law manipulate him. Wang Yuyan looked at her grandfather's helpless expression and was very amused. She wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

Wu Yazi twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and said to Wang Yuyan, "You can laugh if you want."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Wu Yazi looked at the group of disciples and grandchildren who were laughing together, and felt a long-lost sense of relaxation in his heart. Bathed in the sunshine, his whole body felt like he was soaking in a hot spring.

Wu Yazi whispered: "That's great."

At this moment, a voice came from outside the valley: "Qiao Feng, the beggar gang, pays homage to Mr. Congbian."

Hearing this thunderous sound, everyone looked shocked and secretly said: "This person's internal strength is amazing!"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Look, isn't it true that what I said is absolutely foolproof?"

In fact, if he really wanted to take action, Murong Fu could only use all his methods to kill Ding Chunqiu with 70 to 80% certainty. After all, he wanted to establish his prestige with the opponent's head, but Ding Chunqiu wanted to survive. If the other party runs away, he may not be able to catch up. But with Qiao Feng, a heavyweight player, blocking the way, Ding Chunqiu had no place to run.

While talking, Qiao Feng had already arrived in front of everyone. I saw that Qiao Feng was more than eight feet long, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a tall figure, and a shining gaze. Although some people had seen Qiao Feng before, they couldn't help but praise: "What a good man, what a hero."

When Qiao Feng saw Murong Fu in rich clothes, he immediately came forward to greet him: "Brother Murong, Qiao Feng has come to fulfill his promise!"

Everyone looked at Murong Fu and Murong Fu with puzzled eyes. Murong Fu smiled and recounted how he met Qiao Feng.

After understanding this, everyone praised Qiao Feng for his legacy as an ancient knight.

Su Xinghe casually picked up a large stone weighing more than 200 kilograms and placed it in front of Qiao Feng and said, "The conditions in the valley are rudimentary. I hope Gang Leader Qiao won't blame me."

Qiao Feng saw that the shriveled and skinny old man in front of him might not weigh eighty kilograms in total, but he could easily lift the huge stone with ease. He secretly admired in his heart that the Xiaoyao Sect had so many talented people.

Murong Fu introduced Qiao Feng to the people in the valley one by one.

When he finally introduced Wu Yazi, who was sitting in a wheelchair and unable to move, Qiao Feng's eyebrows flashed with a strange look. He was both surprised by Wu Yazi's appearance and shocked by Wu Yazi's powerful and long-lasting internal strength. It’s really something I’ve only seen in my life. He just sat there, like an eternal snow-capped mountain, and his deep eyes were like two vast rivers.

Even a master like his master, Master Xuanku, is like the light of a firefly or the brilliance of a silver man compared to the ordinary old man in front of him. Therefore, when Murong Fu introduced Wu Yazi, Qiao Feng solemnly saluted: "Junior Qiao Feng, see you, senior Wu Yazi!"

Wu Yazi looked at Qiao Feng with admiration, nodded with satisfaction and said: "Not bad, not bad, really good. Your Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms have been practiced to the point where both hardness and softness are combined, and yin and yang are transformed. It can be called , you are extremely proficient. It’s just that your Shaolin internal strength is limited by your age and has not yet reached its peak. With such achievements at such a young age, you will definitely be a martial arts legend in the future! Wang Jiantong has accepted a good disciple in his later years!"

Qiao Feng was shocked when he heard the other party reveal his martial arts foundation in just one sentence. As the leader of the Beggar Clan, he naturally knows the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. The other party might just compliment him politely, but even his closest brothers in the Clan don’t know about his Shaolin internal skills. !