"Master Murong, you can let my senior brother go!" Hebi Weng urged.

Murong Fu shook his head, "Then what's the matter, he's still a little useful." ”

After speaking, he didn't wait for the crane pen to speak, and the deer stick guest swept towards the door of the Thousand Buddha Pagoda.

Dongfang Bai has lost his combat power, and after Ah Er and Ah San saw Murong Fu's divine might, they didn't dare to come forward to fight for death again, so they had to look at the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow behind them, "What are you still doing in a daze, release the arrow!"

With a soft sound of "brush", the right hand of the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow changed, and in an instant, they had already drawn their strong bows, and each of them put on a feather arrow that was twice as large as an ordinary arrow.

There was a loud sound, and the Eight Heroes shot out.

Although Murong Fu in the air carried a person in his hand, his agility was not affected at all, and even if a ladder cloud came out in the air, his body turned four or five times in a row, avoiding all the arrows.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, eight feathered arrows were shot again.

"It's kind of interesting!" Murong Fu praised in his mouth, his body suddenly turned, and a red energy in his hand drew a circle, "poof" a few times, and several feather arrows around his body were cut into several pieces.

After the Divine Arrow Eight Heroes shot out one arrow, they didn't look at the target at all, and immediately took the second arrow, although their speed was fast, but compared to Murong Fulai, it was still a few points worse, just at this point, Murong Fu's toes tapped the ground, and his body flashed in front of the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow ghostly.

Although the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow were taken aback, they did not panic, they swiped their left hand backhand, and there was an extra short sword more than two feet long in their hands, and the eight of them stabbed at Murong Fu together.

"That's it!" Murong Fu muttered, and the red Shaoshang sword in his hand slashed out horizontally, and a half-moon-shaped sword qi stretched around.

The Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow had already seen Murong Fu's sword qi very well, how dare he touch it at the moment, his body rolled on the spot and avoided it.

"Thank you!" Unexpectedly, Murong Fu suddenly collected his sword qi, his figure flashed, swept past the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow, and stepped in front of the tower gate.

The Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow couldn't help but be stunned, it turned out that Murong Fu was just a false move, otherwise how could that sword qi be accepted as soon as he said it.

But at this moment, he realized that it was obviously too late, and he saw Murong Fu push open the tower door with one foot and dodge in.

"This ...... What should I do?" asked Ah San.

Ah Er pouted, "How do I know!"

Then the two of them looked at Hebi Weng.

But at this time, he couldn't take care of so much, and said quickly, "You go and ask the county lord, I'll go and save my senior brother first." ”

After speaking, he also followed into the Thousand Buddha Pagoda.

Murong Fu entered the Thousand Buddha Pagoda, looked around, there were some Buddha statues and offering tables around, but other than that, there was no one, so he ran straight to the second floor.

But as soon as I arrived at the staircase on the second floor, there was a sudden "creak" sound, and a large white mist rushed to my face.

Murong Fu immediately instinctively held his breath and dodged elsewhere, only then did he look back at the source of the mist, but it turned out to be a thumb-thick bamboo tube, coming out of the floor, and this mist was the Ten Spice Soft Muscle Powder powder, but it seemed to have been diluted a lot, and it was not a little worse than the bottle in his hand.

"But no matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat!" Murong Fu muttered, stretched out his hand, and the mist that had already filled the ground automatically gathered again, forming a small ball and flying into his hand.

It turned out that after he knew that this ten fragrant soft tendons were precious and abnormal, he moved the idea of getting more back, although this is less at the moment, but he will not let it go.

After a short time, Murong Fu came to the third floor, which had been transformed into several prison cells, and the people inside were none other than the disciples of the Kunlun Sect and He Taichong.

All of them were weak, pale, and embarrassed, and even some of their disciples' fingers had been cut off.

"Are you...... Murong Fu!" He Taichong was the first to see Murong Fu come up, hesitated slightly, and called out Murong Fu's name.

Murong Fu glanced at He Taichong, did not speak, took out the small yellow medicine bottle by himself, swept around, and there happened to be a bucket for the prisoner to drink not far away, immediately scooped a scoop of water, poured out the nail cover and put a little antidote into the water, and handed it to He Taichong, "I won't say more nonsense, this is the antidote, you eat it first!"

He Taichong was stunned for a moment, looked uncertain, and delayed receiving the water scoop.

"Do you want it or not, this son doesn't have time to ink with you, if you don't want me, I'll go to the next layer!" Murong Fu said impatiently.

"Yes, yes!" He Taichong hurriedly took the water scoop, "Thank you Murong Gongzi!"

Murong Fu snorted coldly, his figure flashed, and he went to the next layer.

He Taichong looked at Murong Fu's back, his expression uncertain.

"Master......" A disciple next to him looked at the water scoop in He Taichong's hand, "Is this really the antidote?"

As soon as these words came out, the confused disciples in the prison immediately came to their senses, "Where is the antidote?"

"Who gave the antidote?"

"There's an antidote, it's great!"

He Taichong looked at the water scoop in his hand, and said to a disciple next to him: "Ming Chong, you are the most poisoned, you drink it first!"

As he spoke, he handed the water scoop to the disciple named Ming Chong.

The disciple obviously understood the master's intentions, and a deep resentment flashed in the depths of his eyes, but his expression was grateful, and he took the scoop and took a sip.

"How does it feel?"

"Is it really an antidote?"

He Taichong and several people who looked like elders hurriedly asked.

Ming Chong closed his eyes for a long time, and suddenly smiled, "It's really effective, I already feel that my internal strength is recovering!"

The surrounding people were overjoyed, if it weren't for He Taichong's great power on weekdays, they might have stepped forward to rob it.

Not to mention how the people of the Kunlun faction were intrigued, after Murong Fu took away the ten-incense soft tendons on the fourth floor, he met seven people who gave him a lot of headaches.

I saw that these seven people were dressed in tantric lama costumes, although they didn't understand what level and sect the different tantric costumes represented, but the seven people in front of them all had a glint in their eyes, and their internal breath was smooth and light, and they obviously had cultivated superior internal skills, and their skills were not shallow.

Especially the first person, who is more than half a hundred years old, his eyes are introverted, and his breath is flat.

"Who are you?" asked Murong Fu.

The old lama at the head bowed slightly, "Amitayus Buddha, the little monk's Dharma name is Miluo, this is not the place where the son should come, please go back." ”

"It's all a handful of old people, what kind of little monk are you called, it's really ...... Pretend to be tender!" Murong Fu secretly scolded, but said on his lips: "If there is a last resort, you must go up, and please ask the master to make it convenient!"

Old Lama Miluo shook his head, "The little monk can't do it." ”

"Talking so much nonsense, it's not like you want to fight!" Murong Fu muttered, but didn't greet him, and slapped it with a palm of his hand.

Mi Luo's slightly cloudy eyes were silent, his complexion remained unchanged at all, and his sleeve robe swelled, and a red palm print the size of a foot suddenly flew out.

"Big mudra!" Murong Fu's heart jumped, and he hurriedly leaned forward on an iron plate bridge, and his body was pressed to the ground.

"Are you from the Mudra Sect?" Murong Fu straightened up and stepped back before asking.

The old lama raised his eyebrows and glanced at Murong Fu in surprise, "The little monk is from Nalanda Temple, not the Mudra Sect. ”

"That Nalanda Temple?" Murong Fu frowned slightly, this name seemed a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while when he heard it.

But at the moment, he didn't have time to think about this, and with a flip of his hands, he made an intricate gesture in his lower abdomen.

"You will too!" Miro's face, which had always been calm and calm, finally changed for the first time, and a flash of incredulity flashed.

Murong Fu didn't say a word, his movements in his hands became faster and faster, becoming a vague shadow, and the energy around his body exuded a strange fluctuation, as if there was some kind of mysterious rhythm in it.

Mi Luo knew what Murong Fu was doing, no matter how good his quality was, it was impossible for Murong Fu to successfully perform the handprint fusion at this time, and immediately his hands changed, and he also pinched an extremely complex gesture.

It's just that this gesture is different from Murong Fu's, not only is it much faster, but the surrounding energy is restrained, and it is not expressive.

Suddenly, with a "poof", Mi Luo's palms pushed forward, and a palm that was half a foot big and condensed quickly slammed towards Murong Fu.

Murong Fu's face changed slightly, and the movements in his hands were a little faster, Rao was like this, but Mi Luo's handprint seemed to jump out of space, the last moment it was still outside of Zhang Xu, but the next moment, it was less than a few feet away from Murong Fu.

Helplessly, Murong Fu had no choice but to be mad about Cui Dantian's true anger and sent the handprint out.

For a while, the wind in the house was fierce, the energy flew away, and the entire four floors seemed to be wrapped in a huge aura, and the ornaments in the tower flew up and down.

Mi Luo and the six lamas behind him were even more shocked, only to see that Murong Fu's handprint was actually rising in the wind, and in an instant, it was already half a zhang high, and the five fingers were cleaned, and the thickness was not under Mi Luo's handprint at all.

Murong Fu couldn't help but be stunned, it turned out that he hadn't successfully condensed the big mudra just now, but at the last moment, he injected the incomparable internal force in the dantian into the mudra, but he didn't expect it to form such a breathtaking effect.

"You can use it more in the future!" Murong Fu laughed secretly in his heart.

"Bang bang bang" a few loud sounds, two handprints, one large and one small, collided together, and there was a popping sound of air squeezing around.

Although Mi Luo's handprint is small, it seems to really respond to that sentence, "condensed essence", which is on par with Murong Fu's handprint.

And as time passed, Murong Fu's handprint turned out to be a little unstable.

Murong Fu was anxious in his heart, how could he still use any rules of the rivers and lakes, his figure jumped out in one step, bypassed the handprint, and clapped a few palms at the seven lamas with a "bang, bang, bang".

Although Mi Luo didn't expect Murong Fu to play cards so unreasonably, but obviously the fighting experience is not low, as soon as Murong Fu's body moved, he took precautions, and secretly pinched his hand, at this time, seeing Murong Fu come forward, he did not hesitate to close his hands in the middle, and when he landed, a full and incomparable strength burst out.