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Chapter 148

Chapter 148

"Yes, master, we haven't seen you and my old friend for many years."

The majestic zhenqi circulated, Murong Bo looked at Jiumozhi with a smile on his face, but his vigilance rose from his heart.

He didn't know how Jiumozhi came here, and how he knew the news of his fraudulent death, but from now on, it was obvious that this person came from bad intentions.

"Hey, old friend?" Jiumozhi smiled lightly, his face could not help revealing a cold expression, "Mr. Murong is a monk and an old friend, why did you use such means to harm me?"

"Oh? Where did the master say that?

The old man didn't do anything to offend the master, right? We had a lot of fun talking about the classics of martial arts back then. "

Murong Bo laughed, looking at him, there was also a trace of doubt in his heart.

Just like what he said, Murong Bo thought that in order to befriend this Tubo national teacher, he didn't do anything to harm him, he even shared Shaolin 72 stunts.

Why is this person just looking like he's shouting and shouting.

"Mr. Murong, why do you have to pretend to be stupid? Is there really nothing wrong with the Shaolin stunts you gave this little monk back then?"

Jiumozhi said, the anger in his heart was getting more and more intense, if Su Daochen hadn't reminded him earlier, it is estimated that in three to five years, he would become mad because of practicing this Shaolin stunt.

He had already inquired that Shaolin Temple indeed had a thirteen divine monk, who was a top martial arts master, but his meridians were cut off every day and night.

Thinking of his own fate in the future, he couldn't help but shudder.

He is very obsessed with the way of martial arts, almost to the point of forgetting to eat and sleep, Murong Bo's doing this is tantamount to arguing his foundation, even saying that he wants to put him to death.

"Shaolin stunt?"

Murong Bo was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he himself had suffered from this disease over the years, and it was also extremely painful when it attacked.

I thought that this unknown and stubborn disease was just a sudden problem with myself, but looking at the current situation, it is related to Shaolin's unique skills.

On weekdays, he actually had some vague guesses, but he was not sure. After all, this Shaolin unique skill was displayed in the Sutra Pavilion, and these monks could not help their disciples to read it.

It's impossible, they even entrapped their own people.

In other words, apart from the unique skill in the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion, those Shaolin monks actually have another set of wonderful methods, which can resolve the hidden danger of the martial skill on the face.

In his mind, thoughts turned, and Murong Bo asked:

"Master, are you also experiencing pain at the three acupoints of Yangbai, Lianquan and Fengfu every morning, noon and midnight?"

As he spoke, he recalled the bone marrow-like pain he had endured all these years, and his face turned pale.

Jiumozhi was slightly astonished, thought for a moment, then sneered and said: "Mr. Murong, why do you have to put on an air, don't say it, you are also harmed by this Shaolin's unique learning.

Besides, the little monk doesn't feel the pain of being pierced by thousands of needles, but feels that sometimes, in the dantian, the dryness and heat are unbearable, the internal force is difficult to operate, and the whole body is uncomfortable.

Mr. Murong, you are wrong, the monk's symptoms are not the same as what you said. "

Jiumozhi felt that this old Murong was just playing a trick, the Shaolin unique skills he gave himself might not be authentic, and had been tampered with by him.

And what he said now was to practice the hidden dangers that would arise from this tampering stunt, in order to win his sympathy, let him let him go, and stop seeking revenge.

Because if two people have the same symptoms, it means that he didn't mean it.

It's just a pity...perhaps because he has practiced the Wuxiang Magical Art, the symptoms of the Shaolin secret art he practiced are not the same as his, which makes his calculations come to nothing.

Murong Bo remained silent for a while, but he did not expect that the hidden dangers and symptoms that they both practiced in the same Shaolin martial arts were different.

"Whether you believe it or not, master, I have indeed practiced Shaolin martial arts, and there are many hidden dangers. I really don't know anything about the master.

Otherwise...you and I are old friends, and I won't harm you. "

If it is possible, Murong Bo is still unwilling to make enemies with Jiumozhi, after all he is the national teacher of Tubo Kingdom, hating himself, he has no benefit at all.

At the beginning, the reason why he gave Jiumozhi Shaolin's unique skills was because he wanted to use him as an experiment, and the rest was because he wanted to make friends with him, but now it seems that it was self-defeating.

"It's useless to talk too much. It's useless for Xiaoseng to treat you as a friend. Mr. Murong, you can do such a despicable method. This means that you don't treat Xiaoseng as a friend."

Jiumozhi's face was as frosty, "Now, don't tell me about old friends, I will treat you as a friend without you.

Take action, either you die, or I die. "

As he said that, he flashed his figure, stepped forward, and made a knife with his right hand, and slashed towards Jiumozhi's face.

Swish!

There was a sound of piercing through the air, and the palm of his hand was enlarged in his pupils. Murong Bo only felt a majestic oppressive force coming, and he couldn't help turning his face slightly, and raised his palm to meet it.

He knew that this Dalun Mingwang's martial arts were so profound that he really shouldn't be underestimated.

boom!

In an instant, the two palms faced each other, and boundless and majestic energy emerged.

Dust was flying, and many fallen leaves on the ground were also dancing, and were torn into small pieces by the force in an instant.

Bang bang bang!

Both of them took a few steps back again and again, feeling a tingling sensation coming from their arms, and then spreading all over their bodies.

Their eyes were complicated, and they looked at the person opposite, with surprise and shock rising from their hearts at the same time.

In this blow, the two were evenly divided.

"Master's martial arts progress is extremely fast." Murong Bo said, "This old man is almost no match for you."

"Each each other."

Jiumozhi said, he didn't say much, he rushed forward again, and unleashed his famed stunt of flame knife.

Swish swish!

More than a dozen attacks poured down, Murong Bo blocked from left to right, and blocked again.

inside the house.

Feeling the movement, Murong Fu also ran out staggeringly, watching the battle between the two, he couldn't help being silent, and there was faint shock in his eyes.

He could easily see that the shadows of countless martial arts appeared between these two people's moves.

At least, in one of their moves, he saw traces of dozens of different martial arts.

And these moves, which can obviously be split into dozens of moves, are combined extremely cleverly. Each move seems to contain five rounds of mystery, all of which are extremely wonderful and rare in the world.

Looking at it, he couldn't help but bring himself in, changing places, how should he deal with such an attack?

The conclusion he came to made him disappointed. If it were him, he would not be able to survive three moves in front of either of these two people.

The realm of martial arts of the two is a height that he can't match.

It is true that there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky.

(End of this chapter)