Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Murong Bo may never have imagined in his life that one day his son would treat him as a robber.

There is no such thing as Yan Longyuan, the so-called Murong is Yan, Yuan is Bo, as for the dragon, it goes without saying what it means.

These years, he hid in Shaolin Temple with Xuanci's acquiescence, and at the same time, with the support of some old members of the Murong family that he completely trusted, he moved around under the pseudonym Yan Longyuan and disguised himself. When asked about his identity, he claimed to be a subordinate of the Murong family, acting secretly .

Small sects in the Jianghu, those who obey, will send down the black flag of the Murong family and take it for their own use; .But Murong Bo, who was behind all this, was not noticed.

He came here tonight to take advantage of Duan Yanqing's desire for the Dali throne, stir up civil strife in Dali, and fish in troubled waters.The futile efforts of so many generations made him change his mind - it may not be necessary to operate in the Central Plains. The world is so big that Dali, Tubo, Xixia, and Daliao are all places where heroes can use their skills.

Moreover, Dali is a small country with few people. Once civil strife breaks out, it will inevitably be taken advantage of by the surrounding powers. At that time, with my many years of management in the southwest border, I can organize an elite army of tens of thousands of people to divide the chaos. A piece of the pie, with the foundation, and then plan other tricks.

What Duan Yanqing didn't know was that he had unintentionally become a gun in Murong Bo's hands to stir up the situation in Dali. Maybe he knew it very well, but he didn't care at all.

Murong Bo's shock turned into shock, Murong Fu will not be used to him, the next moment, a "Yangguan Triple Fold" hit his face.

Murong Bo turned pale with shock, felt the palm of this palm, he knew that he must not take it hard, he quickly turned a kite to avoid the palm, and then an iron bridge landed firmly.

This palm also hit him with real fire. After landing, he directly used the fierce and domineering force of the "Great Wei Tuo Pestle" that he stole from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and smashed it towards Murong Fu's chest. To tell the truth, Murong Fu had to stay in bed for three months to recuperate his injuries.

If a person stays in the bright place for a long time, if he falls into the darkness all of a sudden, he will be temporarily blind.That's why Murong Fu chose to kick over the table to hinder the opponent's follow-up actions at the beginning, to give the eyes time to adapt to the darkness, and then he came up and used the powerful Tianshan Six Yang Palm to actively attack, two palms from Yin to Yang Alternately exerting strength, he received the "Great Vedic Pestle" head-on, which was enough to break the sternum.

Murong Bo was shocked when he saw that his moves were caught by Murong Fu directly with his palm.Although his big Wei Tuo pestle is not as perfect as the Xuan Bei who was killed by him, it is still [-]% to [-]% good. Originally, he wanted to use this move to hurt Murong Fu so that he could not intervene in Yanqing's affairs. , I don't want to be accepted so easily by the other party.

What surprised him even more was the strange palm technique of the other party, which he had never seen before. It was obviously not the style of the Central Plains martial arts, but it happened to be extremely brilliant, much more profound than the old monk Xuanci's Prajna Palm.

As soon as he fought, he fell into a disadvantage. He had never encountered this kind of situation before.

If it was normal, he would have already used Dou Zhuan Xing Yi to parry, but one is that the opponent's palm skills are so good that he has nowhere to rely on it, and the other is that once he uses this family-renowned martial arts, his identity will be exposed instantly, and it will be difficult to explain clearly at that time .

So Murong Bo gritted his teeth and resisted, and exchanged fists and palms with Murong Fu, after more than a dozen moves, he finally couldn't hold on, he used a trick, feigned a shot, and fled away.

"Want to run? There is no way! You want to leave after offending the abbot?!"

Murong Fu was shocked and angry.During this period of time, he has been familiar with 72 stunts, how can he not recognize that this is the method of Shaolin school?He was amazed at the opponent's shamelessness, he clearly couldn't beat him and even used such damaging tricks as sneak attack and assassination, it was really hateful and annoying.

However, he couldn't help but wonder: besides the dead Xuan Bei, is there anyone else in the Shaolin sect who knows how to use the Wei Tuo pestle?

It's no wonder that Murong Fu couldn't guess the real identity of the other party. After all, jokes are jokes. In this world, apart from the royal family that is devoid of humanity, there really is no real father who would do such a cruel thing to his son.All kinds of jokes in the previous life, such as "the father saw that the son was still alive, pulled out seven wolves" are actually mostly ridiculed. Even if the father beats the son, it is at most a physical pain, and it will definitely not hurt the bones.

Taking advantage of the hazy moonlight, the two of them chased and fled, speeding through the dark night.

The lightness kung fu and physical skills of the two are top-notch in the world, one is as free and easy as a crane, and the other is like a big eagle in the dark night struggling to flap its wings.The two chased the stars and the moon all the way, but they didn't even leave a shallow footprint on the ground.

"Don't run away! The bald donkey of the Shaolin faction has the ability to sneak attack, dare you stay and fight before leaving! See if I won't tear your bones apart one by one!"

Murong Fu roared angrily.The reason for this, on the one hand, is to create psychological pressure on the other party and expose flaws, and on the other hand, it is also to deceive the other party's true identity.

Murong Bo was angry and annoyed when he heard Murong Fu call himself "the bald donkey of Shaolin School", he almost wanted to turn around and teach this little bastard a lesson.However, the short fight just now made him realize that it is impossible for him to win the opponent in a short time now, and he doesn't want to expose his identity just now.He had no choice but to use his lightness kung fu and body skills to the extreme, running away almost without touching the ground.

"Little thing, where did you learn the martial arts? It's not the way of the Murong family at all."

Murong Bo is puzzled in his heart, in his opinion, Murong Fu's current martial arts is at most comparable to that of Xingxiu Sea's Old Freak Ding, and he is still a little short of strength to beat him, just now he was able to gain the upper hand just because of his skillful moves.

After all, any father with a little bit of ability naturally has a sense of psychological superiority when facing his son.To them, admitting that their son has surpassed them is tantamount to admitting that they are old.

Seeing Murong Fu chasing after him, Murong Bo was annoyed, he wanted to teach him a lesson, so he used his strength secretly while running, made two "chi chi", and pointed at Murong Fu behind him.

Murong Fu had long expected that the opponent would sneak attack, and Beiming's true energy had already been used to its limit. When the two Wuxiang Jie finger attacks came, Beiming's true energy had already protected the vitals of his body.

"hiss"

Wuxiangjie refers to being invisible and invisible, plus it is dark night and he can't see the other person's movements clearly, so Murong Fu suffered a small loss directly, his body stagnated, and there was a burning pain from the wound, Fortunately, Beiming's true qi body protection only suffered a little skin trauma, and after a short pause, he chased after him again.

In contrast, Murong Bo was shocked beyond recognition.Although the two records of Wuxiang Jie just now indicated that he did not use all his strength, but as a more insidious martial art in Buddhism, it is good at sneak attacks. He can be sure that his two hits must have hit the target, which should be enough to make the opponent retreat. But I didn't expect the effect to be negligible, but it angered the other party.

"Damn it, if you don't break your two bones today, I, Murong Fu, write my name upside down!"

Murong Fu behind him roared angrily.

Hearing the other party's disobedient words, Murong Bo was so angry that he was about to swear the word "little beast", but he forcibly swallowed it back.

"When the foundation of the Great Yan Kingdom is restored in the future, I will take care of this little bastard!" Murong Bo thought angrily.