"Lingjiu Palace killed my Murong family and wanted me to surrender. Dream! If you have the ability, call your new lord out and let me compete with him. Even if I lose and die in his hands, I have nothing to lose." Complain."
Most of the people in the Thirty-six Holes and Seventy-two Islands defected in the face of battle, which was what he expected.
But Bao BuTong died, and there was no news about the incident, which was a big surprise to him.
The thought of having Wang Yuyan as a burden next to him made him unable to leave.
Today's situation has become very passive.
"Hmph, if you want to take action with your Lord, you'll have to go through our hurdles!"
As soon as Grandma Yu finished speaking, dozens of long swords stabbed at Murong Fu from the Western Zhou Dynasty.
A sneer appeared on Murong Fu's lips, and he jumped into the air on his tiptoes.
Raise the zhenqi in your body to its highest level, and strike out with both palms downwards.
A powerful force of energy instantly rushed towards the girls of Lingjiu Palace below.
The cultivation level of the girls is not high, they can only be considered as the level of second and third level warriors, and they are unable to withstand a blow from the Grandmaster level.
Several people were killed on the spot and dozens were injured.
"Murong Fu, if you dare to kill my Lingjiu Palace disciple, we will fight until death!"
"kill!"
Grandma Yu roared angrily and rushed over with her sword.
"The mayfly shakes the tree!"
After Murong Fu landed, he pushed out with a palm, knocking dozens of people away again.
Lu Qingyun, who was hiding in the dark, sighed helplessly.
The cultivation level of these disciples of Lingjiu Palace is so poor that they cannot even compare with the disciples of the Emei Sect who are still alive.
After all, the Emei Sect still has the support of Ding Minjun, Zhou Zhiruo and Jingxuan.
Grandma Yu's second-level warrior realm and the third-level plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum western talent realm are simply not enough to support Lingjiu Palace.
I don’t know what Tianshan Child Elder is doing. Her own cultivation level is incredibly high, but her disciples are terribly poor.
I don’t know why she didn’t teach them some advanced martial arts from the Xiaoyao Sect.
Now he is also the new Lord of the Lingjiu Palace, and he cannot watch the women of the Nine Heavens and Nine Tribes die at the hands of Murong Fu.
He looked towards a dark corner, not knowing whether the person hidden was an enemy or a friend.
Lu Qingyun hid himself and did not show up, also to guard against that person.
Now I have no choice but to wave my right hand and use Baihong Palm.
A powerful Gang Qi bypassed the female chiefs of Lingjiu Palace and rushed towards Murong Fu.
Murong Fu felt threatened and his figure flashed.
But that Gang Qi just chased him.
When he was about to avoid it, a gray figure stood in front of him.
"Bang!"
The gray figure waved a palm to offset the gang energy.
"My little friend has strong inner strength, I admire you! I wonder if for my sake, can you let Master Murong leave?"
Lu Qingyun's figure flashed in the main hall, and he smiled slightly when he looked at the tall, gray-haired old man not far away, whose face was covered with a gray scarf.
"Murong Bo, stop pretending!"
The old man was shocked. He didn't expect that after hiding for more than twenty years, the young man in front of him would call him out.
"Dad? Are you really my dad?"
Murong Fu looked at the back in front of him in disbelief.
"My little friend, I admit my mistake. Mr. Murong Bo and I are close friends. I can't bear to see his descendants die here."
Murong Bo denied it.
Murong Fu was greatly disappointed.
How he wished his father was still alive, so that he wouldn't have to bear the burden of the entire Murong family alone.
Carrying this heavy burden made him unhappy at all. He had been running around all these years, racking his brains and using all means to revive Dayan.
Lu Qingyun smiled. If he didn't admit it, forget it. Anyway, he had already made up his mind.
He has been lurking in Shaolin for more than 20 years. Even if he secretly learns more Shaolin exercises, what use will it have to the restoration of the country?
It is absolutely impossible for him to let him go with just one word now!
"There is no way the debt of Murong Fu killing my disciple from Lingjiu Palace can just be settled like this!"
Lu Qingyun shook his sleeves and looked at Murong Fu, "Gusu Murong, you have such a great reputation, can you only bully women and the weak?"
"Lu Qingyun, I didn't expect that you would now become the new Lord of Lingjiu Palace."
Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet!
The combination of old and new grudges made Murong Fu clenched his fists.
"Why, don't you dare to come out and face me? The Murong family doesn't want to lose face?"
Lu Qingyun's mouth showed disdain.
"Little friend, you don't have any deep grudge against the Murong family. Why should you be like this? How about I make the decision and let Mr. Murong apologize to you in person, so that your grudges can be put to an end?"
Murong Bo said.
"No way, unless he can take a slap from me."
Lu Qingyun raised his palms.
With his current strength, Murong Fu would definitely die if he took one strike from him.
"It seems that my little friend is unwilling to settle the matter!"
Murong Bo stood in front of Murong Fu and raised his palms as well, "How about I give you a slap on Master Murong's behalf? If I'm lucky enough to do so, I can put aside today's matters for now, okay?"
"Can."
Lu Qingyun also wanted to test the strength of Murong Bo, one of the Tianlong West Jue.
"Okay, it's settled."
Murong Bo said loudly. He also wanted to see how powerful the new Lord of Lingjiu Palace was, who had forced his son into despair!
Lu Qingyun drew a circle with his left hand, took his right hand back to his chest, took a deep breath, and concentrated all his internal energy on his right palm.
The Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon, the powerful dragon has regrets and is beaten out.
Murong Bo used Prajna Palm, one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, and pushed it out at the same time.
As soon as the palms of the two people touched, there was a huge roar.
All the granite floor tiles within ten meters of where they were standing exploded.
Murong Fu was knocked back several steps.
The first of all the girls in Lingjiu Palace were knocked out.
"Young Master Qingyun is well-deserved. I admit defeat."
Murong Bo took a step back with his palms closed, cupped his fists and said.
"Hmph, Gusu Murong is really amazing, I admire you!"
Lu Qingyun tested Murong Bo's strength and knew that he could not kill Murong Fu today. He waved his left hand and said: "Let them go!"
"Yes, Lord."
Granny Yu moved her body to one side and moved out of the way.
Murong Fu lowered his head in shame. Lu Qingyun was clearly mocking his incompetence.
Wang Yuyan pulled Murong Fu and followed Murong Bo out of the hall.
"Everyone, Lord Qingyun has agreed for us to leave. This Feng Boxie is a servant of the Murong family. Can we take him away?"
Murong Bo looked at Feng Bo, who was covered in injuries and was breathing out more than he was taking in, and shook his head evilly.
"Don't hit your nose or face, this person must stay and be punished!"
Lu Qingyun's words floated out from the hall.
Murong Bo sighed. There was no problem with the loyalty of these servants of the Murong family, but their strength had not improved much. Following Murong Fu was of little use, so he swung his sleeves and walked out.
Murong Fu wanted to say something else, but Wang Yuyan stopped him with his eyes.
After leaving the Lingjiu Palace, Murong Bo said coldly: "Go back and practice your martial arts well, and don't disgrace the Murong family again."
Murong Fu asked without giving up: "Are you my father?"
"No, your father Mr. Murong asked me to take care of you before he died, and I agreed."
After Murong Bo finished speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared into the forest after a few breaths.
