Martial Arts: Opening Post

"In my opinion, if you can always maintain the state of mind just now, your achievements in the future will be far higher than your father."

"Even one day, it may be possible to catch up with the old man."

Murong Fu was startled when he heard the words, raised his head to look at Murong Longcheng, and found that his expression was solemn, as if he was not joking.

Thinking back carefully, he did abandon a lot of baggage when he was in the fighting space, and his strength was far beyond usual.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to seriously injure Xiao Feng during the battle after the disastrous defeat at Shaoshi Mountain.

Thinking of it this way, Murong Fu couldn't help feeling proud.

"Thank you, Patriarch, for your enlightenment!"

"Murong Fuding lived up to the expectations of the ancestors."

Murong Longcheng nodded in satisfaction, and stopped talking, but continued to turn his attention to the Tianji post.

Seeing this, Murong Fu also quickly took out the Tianji post, and fumbled to open the viewing mode of the fighting space.

At the same time, in the fighting room.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo are facing each other, the difference in strength between the two sides is almost the same, they have fought for [-] rounds in succession, and they are still tied.

Unexpectedly, Murong Bo chose the Shaolin Cangjing Pavilion as the venue, as if intending to end their grievances here.

He only heard Xiao Yuanshan yell loudly, and with Shaolin's powerful Vajra Palm, he hit Murong Bo's chest with the force of Mount Tai.

Murong Bo dodged to dodge, his fingers interlocked with force, forcing Xiao Yuanshan back, he used Shaolin dragon claws to kill the opponent's throat.

Unexpectedly, instead of evading, Xiao Yuanshan stepped forward to meet him, and at the same time his throat was severely injured, he punched out a hard straight punch.

The fist was like a sharp spear, hitting Murong Bo's heart, smashing all obstacles and completely shattering his heart.

Murong Bo spat out a mouthful of blood, exhausted his last strength, his palm suddenly exerted force, tearing Xiao Yuanshan's throat.

Both of them fell down, Murong Bo soon became silent, only Xiao Yuanshan's chest heaved slightly, showing that he was still alive.

At this moment, a voice floated in the air.

"The battle is over, Xiao Yuanshan has won!"

As the sound fell, a golden light flashed above their heads.

While the injury was being repaired, a ball of pale golden air emerged from Murong Bo's body, floating and sinking into Xiao Yuanshan's body.

As the screen turned, the light curtains in everyone's hands dissipated, and the two of Xiao Yuanshan appeared in Shaoshi Mountain.

As soon as he came out, Xiao Yuanshan noticed that Xiao Feng was sitting cross-legged, and hurried to his side to protect him so as not to be disturbed by others.

Murong Bo had an ugly expression, he came to Murong Longcheng's side, and said viciously:

"Old Ancestor, I am unwilling!"

Hearing this, Murong Longcheng glanced at Murong Bo helplessly.

In his opinion, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's martial arts are really on par with each other.

But because Xiao Yuanshan harbored a blood feud and desperately wanted to defeat his opponent, his will to win was extremely strong.

In comparison, Murong Bo is quite weak in this aspect.

"how do you want to do it?"

"I..."

Just as Murong Bo was about to speak, golden lights flashed across Xiao Feng's body in the distance.

Accompanied by him getting up, he raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and an incomparable aura burst out from him.

Murong Longcheng shrank his pupils and exclaimed:

"Heaven!"

The old monk who had been silent beside him also showed surprise.

"What a Xiao Feng, what a genius!"

I saw Xiao Feng opened his eyes, looked at Xiao Yuanshan, and said eagerly:

"Father, are you alright?"

Xiao Yuanshan shook his head, and said with a hopeful expression:

"Feng'er, have you broken through to Heaven?"

Xiao Feng nodded, and couldn't help showing a trace of joy on his face.

"good."

"After the battle, with the influx of luck, I seem to have found a chance to break through."

"I was immersed in it immediately, and it really caught me."

"That..."

Xiao Yuanshan looked hesitant, and glanced at Murong Longcheng and the old monk in the distance.

Seeing this, Xiao Feng's expression was solemn, and he shook his head to Xiao Yuanshan imperceptibly.

"Ugh..."

"In that case, let's go first."

Xiao Yuanshan said, motioned to the old monk and others in the distance, and led Xiao Feng to run down Shaoshi Mountain.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, never expecting to leave so soon after seeing the birth of a celestial being.

Seeing this, several people in Murong Longcheng were also slightly stunned.

After a long time, Murong Longcheng sighed and said:

"It's really a generation of heroes."

While speaking, Murong Longcheng looked at Murong and his son.

Since Xiao Feng was able to break through in one fell swoop by relying on the stimulation of luck, the loss of luck by Murong and his son is by no means as harmless as it appears on the surface.

After returning to the ancestral house, he had to investigate the two of them in detail.

Thinking in this way, Murong Longcheng also got up to bid farewell to the old monk.

"Now that we're done, we should go."

"Master, please take care."

The old monk nodded and stretched out his hand to signal them to let them go.

Watched by the old monk, Murong Longcheng and his group also walked slowly down Shaoshi Mountain.

After the figures of several people disappeared, the old monk wanted to return to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

At this moment, an urgent cry came.

"Master, help!"

Chapter 169

The old monk paused and looked back.

I saw Xu Zhu with a mournful face, he walked quickly to the side of the old monk.

First, he made a big salute to the old monk, then looked at the old monk with hopeful eyes and said:

"Master, save my father."

Looking in the direction Xu Zhu pointed, Xuanci's back is covered in blood, blood is overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and cold sweat is protruding from his forehead, it is obvious that he cannot take it anymore.

However, the [-]-stick punishment has not been fully completed, and the execution is still going on.

If we look at the current situation, I am afraid that when the [-] sticks are beaten, it is also the day when Xuanci will die.

Seeing this, Xuanji and the others also came to the old monk to salute him.

Before this, they never knew that there are such masters in Shaolin Temple.

From this point of view, although Shaolin has lost all face today, but with an old monk in charge, it is still the leader of the Buddhist sect of the Song Dynasty.

The old monk recited the Buddha's name, took a deep look at Xu Zhu, turned his head to Xuan Ji and others and said:

"Amitabha!"

"The old monk wants to take Xu Zhu as his disciple, what do you think?"

In the Shaolin Buddhist scripture pavilion, the old monk had a chance encounter with Xu Zhu, although the two of them stopped talking, but he already saw Xu Zhu's idiot.

Even if he speaks directly to Xu Zhu, it is expected that Xu Zhu probably needs to consult the opinions of Shaolin monks.

In this case, it is better to directly accept Xu Zhu through Xuan Ji and others.

Hearing the old monk's words, Xuanji and the others looked at each other in blank dismay. They never expected that the old monk would make such a request.

Just now, taking advantage of Xuanci's execution time, they have asked Xu Zhu's teacher Hui Lun to know about Xu Zhu's situation.

In Hui Lun's description, Xu Zhu is honest and sincere, and there is no problem with his character.

But only in the way of martial arts, he is very dull. He has practiced Shaolin martial arts for many years, but he has not been able to develop any famous tricks.

While hesitating, Xuanji stepped forward hesitantly, and asked the old monk:

"Master, Xu Zhu's aptitude is blunt, he has practiced martial arts for many years but failed to succeed."

"I don't know Grandmaster, but where does Xu Zhu fall in love?"

The old monk smiled slightly, pointed at Xu Zhu, said in admiration:

"This child is insane in nature and quite Buddha-nature. He usually looks mediocre, but he is a person with great wisdom and great comprehension."

"According to the old monk, he is indeed a Buddhist wizard with an unlimited future."

As soon as these words came out, Xuan Ji and the others were shocked.

He scanned Xu Zhu's body back and forth for several times, but he couldn't see that he was the Buddhist genius that the old monk said.

After a long silence, Xuanji called Huilun and told him:

"Hui Lun, you must have heard the master's words."

"I don't know how you feel?"

Huilun thought for a moment, then said with a complicated expression:

"The disciple is willing to persuade Xu Zhu."

To Hui Lun, although Xu Zhu is dull, he is his beloved disciple who has spent a lot of effort in cultivating and guiding, and the two have a deep relationship.

Emotionally, Huilun certainly does not want Xu Zhu to worship others as his teacher.

But in terms of Xu Zhu's future, Hui Lun couldn't help being happy for his lover.

Thinking in this way, Huilun walked to Xu Zhu's side, pulled him over and began to persuade him.

Accompanied by the conversation between the two, Hui Lun led Xu Zhu to the old monk, and said resolutely:

"Xu Zhu, apprentice!"

"Disciple Xu Zhu, pay homage to Master."

Looking at the prostrate young monk in front of him, the old monk stroked his beard lightly and nodded with satisfaction.

At his age, he has experienced too much wind and rain in his life, and he was once an all-powerful young man.

But to this day, with the stagnation of martial arts realm, the limit of heaven and man is approaching day by day.

The old monk also has to consider the issue of successor, Xu Zhu is the most suitable candidate he has searched all over the world.

Thinking this way in his heart, the old monk stepped forward to help Xu Zhu up, he said quite happily:

"The old monk has never accepted a disciple in his life, you can be my great disciple."

"Xu Zhu, take care, the old monk will give you a big gift."

While speaking, the old monk flicked his fingers, and an invisible force shot out towards Xuanci from his fingers.

At this time, Xuanci had just finished the punishment of [-] rods, and he fell to the ground with his skin and flesh bruised.

Only the slightly heaving chest showed that Xuanci was still alive.

Accompanied by the force of the fingers entering the body, Xuanci's slightly heaving chest also stopped moving, as if he had really passed away.