After King Jinlun left, two stunning women appeared on the edge of the cliff.

One is Shi Feixuan, who reappears like the God of Luo, and the other is the beautiful and sexy maid.

"It seems that Mr. Murong is dead." Wu Zi said jokingly.

Shi Feixuan blamed himself very much: "If I don't leave in anger, maybe my martial arts and Master Murong can withstand the Golden Wheel Dharma King."

"Haha, it's so funny. How can the master's strength be even with the large number of people?"

Wu Hua shook his head and looked disdainful. What he disliked the most was Shi Feixuan, who looked indecisive.

Shi Feixuan did not want to waste the conversation with Wu Xian, shook her head and said, "Young Master Murong is dead. You have completed the task, why don't you leave?"

"Hmph, he is dead, have you completed your mission? Then why don't you leave?" asked Wuya.

Shi Feixuan did not hide it and said bluntly: "Mr. Murong saved me. Even if I die, I will go to the bottom of the cliff, find his body and take it back to Yanziwu."

"Huh? It just so happens that I have a lot of time to find it with you." Wu Zai said with a smile.

“自便吧.”

Concubine Shi knew her character well, and even if she didn't let her go, she wouldn't leave.

“哼,无趣.”

Wu Huan said contempt, followed Shi Feixuan and walked towards the bottom of the cliff.

…

At the bottom of the Wuming Cliff, Murong Fu, who was still falling freely just now.

嘴里仍旧发出无比凄惨的哀嚎.

Fortunately, there were dense green vines growing under the cliff, which entangled him tightly.

Only then did he save his life when he broke seven ribs.

"The fairy tales are all lying. I don't have the halo of the protagonist?"

Murong Fu endured the pain and cursed, and he just hung his head down and his feet up, and sooner or later he would die.

关键是他饿了,还无法动弹.

In desperation, I could only activate the Divine Radiation Sutra and slowly repair myself.

"By the way, there were no tasks before, so add them to the Divine Light."

After gaining experience, this peerless internal skill has also reached the level of perfection.

The true qi in the body is circulating at an extremely fast speed, and the ability to heal itself is even more rapid.

Every place you go is like a magic pill, applied to the wound, which is very comfortable.

In addition to a few broken bones, his internal organs were also destroyed by the shock force falling from the sky.

Fortunately, he has two kinds of magical skills to protect his body. If it were ordinary people who came and fell from it, even if he couldn't die, he would be entangled by Qing Teng to death.

"King Jinlun Dharma King, please wait for me. Sooner or later, I will hang you upside down on the city wall to avenge today's revenge!"

Murong Fu was in anger and wished he could cut the Golden Wheel Dharma King into pieces now.

忽然,狂风大作,耳边传来,一阵狂笑.

"Haha, interesting, interesting, there was another person who fell from it and didn't die. It's really fun!"

A huge stone ball rolled over from a distance.

There was a big bald head with a beard on it.

He came to Murong Fu, looked at Murong Fu carefully, and looked up and down.

随后,再次大笑道:

"Haha, the boy looks good and has the style of my back then."

When Murong Fu saw this strange old man, he quickly recalled the memories in his mind.

随即想到了这人的身份.

It is the Fire Foreword who dares to fight against Zhang Sanfeng among the leader of the Demon Sect?

This guy seems to have a complete version of the Nine Yang scriptures.

“前辈,可否先行放我下来?”

"Haha, are you blind? Why don't I put you down?"

Huo Foreword Tuo cursed, and then his body emitted a pure yang energy. The vine tied to his body looked like a sharp blade, instantly cutting off the green vine on Murong Fu's body.

Unexpectedly, Murong Fu hit the ground hard, grinning in pain.

"Well, I'm in good health and quite solid." Huo Foreword nodded with satisfaction.

Murong Fu's ribs were broken all over his body and he could not move. He could only lie down and shouted: "Thank you for helping me for helping me, Murong Fu will be rewarded in the future."

"Bah, the old monk has no desires and no desires, what do you need to repay?" Huo Foreword Tuo said with disdainful expression.

Murong Fu glanced at the half-dissolved Forefather Tuo and said, "I can cure the wounds on my senior."

"Oh? Are you trying to use black jade intermittent paste?" Huo Forefather Tuo said with a strange smile.

慕容复也不惊讶.

After all, the Vajra Gate, which produces the black jade intermittent cream, was created by this old monk.

对方说的这么自然也很正常.

“前辈厉害.”

Huo Forefather Tuo said coldly: "Hmph, it's useless. My bones have long been smashed to pieces. Even if there is black jade intermittent cream, it cannot be cured."

"Senior, do you have any wishes? I need help from juniors?" Murong Fu asked.

Huo Foreword Tuo pondered for a moment and asked, "How is Shaolin Temple now?"

"Yes, I'm the best in the world with Wudang." Murong Fu said truthfully.

Huo Foreword shook: "If it weren't for me, how could Wudang exist in the world?"

"However, Zhang Sanfeng is indeed a martial arts genius. He can defeat me just by out-of-context Nine Yang scriptures."

慕容复一愣,剧本不对呀.

The old monk shouldn't hate Zhang Sanfeng to death and force himself to scold him?

怎么感觉还有点惺惺相惜的味道?

He tentatively said: "Senior, are you going to seek revenge on Zhang Sanfeng?"

Huo Forefather Tuo glanced at Murong Fu and shook his head and said, "I have been here for twenty-three years. I have been with birds, beasts, flowers and plants every day. I have long eroded my own anger and have long lost the intention of taking revenge."

"Seniors have great justice, when will the revenge be repaid? Besides, Zhang Zhenren of Wudang Sect is unparalleled and righteous, and has gained a reputation in the world."

Murong Fu didn't want to provoke Wudang. He left when he was well. He didn't care whether he could learn the Nine Yang True Sutra.

小爷又不缺功法.

缺的是什么?

It's time!

ten years!

只要十年,干倒金轮法王不是梦!

Huo Forefather Tuo looked at Murong Fu calmly, and suddenly changed his mind: "Boy, do you want to be invincible in the world and become a martial arts master that everyone admires?"

Murong Fu sneered in his heart. This old monk really had something to ask for, and it was 80% of them before.

"To be honest, I am now a martial arts master who everyone admires. I am nicknamed Nan Murong, which means that I have the final say in the south."

"Um?"

Huo Forefather Tuo paused and almost choked to death by Murong Fu's words.

He lived almost a hundred years old and had never seen such a shameless person.

"Hmph, how old are you? How can you have such a reputation?"

Murong Fu said calmly: "If you don't believe me, I will rescue you from here. You can ask for some information."

Seeing that Murong Fu was so confident, it didn't seem to be fake, Huo Forefather said in confusion: "Are you really that powerful?"

Murong Fu said confidently: "You are so kind to say, I am invincible within my age."

When Huo Foreword heard this, his eyes lit up and he smiled quackly: "Boy, are you willing to worship me as your teacher?"
Chapter completed!