Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Jiumozhi seemed to have expected such an attack from the opponent, and was prepared for it. With his sleeves flying, he struck and eliminated the power of Boluo Xing's "Great Vajra Fist".

Bo Luoxing's eyes narrowed: "Shaolin's unique skills, what's inside the sleeves?"

Jiumozhi nodded and said with a smile: "Brother Buddha has good eyesight, which is exactly what Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills are called 'The Universe in the Sleeve'"

Bo Luoxing sneered and said: "It turns out that you have already obtained the secret book of Shaolin's stunts, but you deliberately used the Shaolin stunts hidden in Murong's family in Gusu as an excuse to trick me into working for you! Maharaja Maharaja, you are so scheming!"

Jiumozhi just shook his head and smiled silently.

Polo Star thought for a while, and after a while, he finally seemed to have figured it out. He gritted his teeth and said with a sad and angry look on his face: "Okay, as a monk, everything is in vain. Don't worry, Lord Dalun Ming, you will check it yourself. I will do it myself." That’s it!”

As he said that, Bo Luo Xing's whole body was shaken by his true energy. In Jiumozhi's slightly shocked eyes, Bo Luo Xing's simple clothes were shattered into pieces by his true energy. The flying pieces of cloth fell from the sky one after another, like a fine rain.

Where is there anything else under the withered body?

When Jiumozhi saw the scene in front of him, he knew that he was suspicious and looked a little embarrassed: "Brother Buddha, why are you like this? What I just said was just a joke. Why should Brother Buddha be so serious?"

In this way, Jiumozhi was able to conclude that what he was holding in his hand was indeed Shaolin's supreme internal power book, Yi Jin Jing. A trace of joy gradually expanded in his heart, and a storm surged in his heart.

Polo Star said: "If Maharaja Maharaja has nothing to do for me, then I will retire first!"

Bo Luoxing glared at Jiumozhi fiercely, with a look of resentment in his eyes.

Now that Jiumozhi has gotten what he wants, he doesn't want to hurt anyone again. What's more, this is at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain. It would be really bad for Zhen and the group of people in front of him to start a fight and alarm the Shaolin Temple.

So Jiumozhi turned sideways and got out of the way: "Amitabha, brother Buddha, please help yourself."

So Boluoxing waved his hand to the tribesmen behind him and said, "Let's go!" Then he led the tribesmen away.

Several Tianzhu monks helped or carried away the fellow disciple who was injured by Jiumozhi's finger.

When all the Tianzhu monks disappeared from sight, Jiumozhi finally no longer suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahahaha! God helps me! God helps me!"

Jiumozhi was excited, and with trembling hands he opened the Yi Jin Jing he had just snatched from Boluo Xing. When he opened the first page, he saw chapters filled with ancient and mysterious Sanskrit texts. After reading a few pages, Jiumozhi was finally convinced that these were the two legendary miraculous powers of the world alongside the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

Jiumozhi read through the pages of the book with fiery eyes and said happily: "When I master the Yi Jin Jing, what can even Gusu Murong and his mysterious uncle and uncle do to me?" ? Hahaha, haha!”

Jiumozhi's thoughts are like a wild horse running wild on the grassland of fantasy, and he can't hold it back all of a sudden: "When I find a pure place to retreat, I will first practice the Yi Jin Jing, and then Then go to Shaolin to challenge. Then go to Tianlong Temple and ask a few old monks to hand over the map of the Six Meridians Divine Sword. Then go to Gusu and collect all the martial arts from Shishui Pavilion. Find Murong Fu again."

Before Jiumozhi finished speaking, a voice sounded in his ear: "How about looking for Murong Fu again?"

Jiumozhi was enjoying himself, but didn't realize anything was wrong, and said: "Of course, we must first give up what we promised to that boy. Then we will force that boy to open Huan Shi Shui Pavilion and take advantage of Shui Pavilion martial arts! By then, who in the world will Will he be my opponent, Dairin Mei-oh?"

The voice seemed to suddenly realize: "Oh, that's it! Amazing, amazing!"

Jiumozhi's heart sank, and he suddenly turned his head and saw a face he was very familiar with less than a foot away from him.

"Ahhh!"

Jiumozhi shouted as if he had seen a ghost in the middle of the night, and jumped up. But he saw the man put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him down: "Calm down, calm down, we are old acquaintances. Don't be so excited!"

Under the moonlight, I saw the man dressed in a green robe, with a brocade belt rolled slowly, and a signature smile on his handsome face, which made people feel like they were in the spring breeze. However, the look he was looking at Jiumozhi at this moment clearly said: "Are you stupid?"

Jiumozhi was shocked and angry. He hid the Yi Jin Sutra in his sleeve to protect it and looked at Murong Fu with vigilant eyes. The look was very much like a big dog guarding food.

Murong Fu's eyes were full of teasing: "Practice the Yi Jin Jing? Huh? You also want to steal the sword manual of the Six Meridians Divine Sword? You also want to occupy my water pavilion? Master, you have a great dream!"

Murong Fu had always been worried about Qiao Feng before, so after Xiao Yuanshan swore not to harm Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, he returned to the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, so that if Gang Leader Qiao was trapped by the old monks, he could also lend a helping hand. However, Gang Leader Qiao didn't meet him, but he saw such a good show.

Murong Fu teased: "Are you a fool? You have been deceived and you don't know it yet?"

"what?"

Jiumozhi was stunned for a moment, never expecting that Murong Fu would actually say such a sentence.

Seeing Jiumozhi's confused look, Murong Fu shook his head and sighed: "What you are holding is a counterfeit. The real Yi Jin Sutra has been taken away by the monk that day."

Jiumozhi still doesn't understand.

Seeing this, Murong Fu said: "Idiot, think about what he did just now!"

When Jiumozhi heard this, he analyzed every action of Bo Luo Xing just now in his mind, and his expression suddenly changed.

"Finally figured it out?"

Jiumozhi's face turned pale and he felt extremely regretful.

"It turns out that he took advantage of the time he was checking the wound of the Tianzhu monk to stuff the real Yi Jin Sutra on someone else with a subtle technique. But he used this fake sutra to deal with me!"

Jiumozhi said angrily, and after saying that, he wanted to chase Napolo Star. But with Murong Fu beside him, how could he catch up?

Murong Fu said: "Don't you just want the Yi Jin Jing? I have it, do you want it?"

"what?"

Jiumozhi felt that he could not keep up with Murong Fu's thoughts: "What?"

"Master, I see that you have amazing bones. You are a martial arts prodigy who is unique among thousands. From now on, the task of maintaining peace in the martial arts world will be left to you. I happen to have a genuine Yi Jin Jing from Shaolin here. The price is fair, boy. You are honest. Originally, I planned to sell it for 100,000 taels of gold. We are all old acquaintances, so I would like to accept 50,000 taels of gold from you. Do you think so?"

As Murong Fu spoke, he took out a manuscript from his sleeve, and it was clear that the words "Yi Jin Jing" were also written in Sanskrit. It's just that the person who copied it obviously didn't know Sanskrit, and he just relied on his strong memory and discernment ability to copy it forcibly. The handwriting is crooked, but still graceful. At first glance, it looks like a woman's handwriting.

Seeing Jiumozhi's confused look, Murong Fu patiently explained to him the origin of the Yi Jin Jing.

It turned out that after A'Zhu obtained the Yi Jin Jing with his miraculous disguise skills, he did not give it to Murong Bo immediately, but secretly copied a copy. And not long ago, he handed the manuscript to Murong Fu.

Of course Murong Fu knew the basics of Yi Jin Jing. This thing is more difficult to practice than the Six Meridians Divine Sword. It's useless for me now. But after all, little A'Zhu was so considerate that he took him with him.

Jiumozhi was stunned when he heard what Murong Fu said: Is the Shaolin treasure so easy to steal? Liar?