Chapter 109 Autopsy
After saying this, he took out a gray hat from his pocket. After putting it on, he suddenly became an old farmer.

The two monks looked at the two old women sitting on Li Qingluo's left hand. They didn't recognize who they were, and without hearing Li Qingluo introduce them, they stopped asking any more questions.

Anyone who can sit in that position and manage the situation is naturally not a mediocre person.

Li Qingluo sat in the first seat on the left, still looking arrogant. "This time, my nephew died in the palm of the King Kong. Please ask Shaolin Temple to give us an explanation."

Xuan Ci said: "I will definitely give the Murong family a result. This time I came down the mountain to investigate these things."

Li Qingluo then nodded.

The reason the Murong family had gathered all the martial artists this time was to show off their connections and status. Murong Ji had already shown off his strength, so if he wanted to do something bad, he had to see if he could match Qiao Feng first.

Taking advantage of Murong Fu's burial, let's show off the Murong family's connections.

Let some forces think twice before taking action whether they can pry open the Murong family's big ship.

Soon, the Beggars' Sect, Yiqi Zen, and other famous and unnamed sects all gathered here.

Of course, there are only about twenty people who can be taken seriously by the Murong family and have seats.

Deng Baichuan walked to the front of the hall and was about to speak when Li Qingluo looked over with a cold look, "What's the matter? Is there anything else?"

Deng Baichuan was startled, his face not looking good, he cupped his hands and said, "No more."

"Then go down."

As she spoke, Li Qingluo stood up, walked to the front of the hall, and glanced at everyone present with a sharp and dignified look.

Then he said, "You are all seniors in the martial arts world. My nephew is the head of the family and is a junior in front of you. Now he is far away from home, not because he looks down on you, but because he has no choice."

"So, we have invited Master Xuanbei from Shaolin Temple to come here and preside over the discussion. I won't go into details. A month ago, my eldest nephew Murong Fu was murdered, but we don't know who the thief was."

"Please give your help and help me."

The words were soft, but the tone was hard.

No one present had any objection. Li Qingluo's strength was not that great, but her network of contacts was so great that no one knew who she could invite.

Rumor has it that even Ding Chunqiu has to give her some face.

Not long after, Li Qingluo led everyone towards the Murong family ancestral hall, where a coffin was lying.

There was ice all around the coffin.

As soon as Li Qingluo came in, she said directly: "Open the coffin! Please be a witness! Mr. Meng, please perform the autopsy."

A man walked out from the crowd, dressed as a coroner, but no one dared to look down on him.

Mr. Meng put on his sewing gloves and walked to the side of the coffin, followed by his apprentice, and carefully undressed Murong Fu.

After revealing his chest, he couldn't help but gasp, "Please ask the Shaolin monk to come and identify it."

Xuan Bei walked forward, and Xuan Ci followed slightly behind.

When they looked into the coffin, they were all stunned! This Vajra Palm was so powerful! It almost killed Murong Fu with one palm.

Who is Murong Fu? He is a person as famous as Qiao Feng. Even Xuan Ci himself could not be killed by a single blow.

The two monks' faces changed again and again. Xuan Bei stepped forward again and examined it carefully. "It is indeed the Great Vajra Palm Technique. The internal strength is profound and rare."

Mr. Meng shouted loudly: "The deceased is the eldest son of Murong Fu. The palm print on his chest is twelve and a half inches long. He was hit by the Vajra Palm and was severely injured and hammered to death! Then the palm force cut off his heart meridian..."

As soon as the words fell, everyone was shocked! He wasn't killed with one blow? ! He was beaten to death later? ! !
The two monks looked at each other and remained silent.

Inside the Lingjiu Palace
It only took Murong Ji two days to use up all the paper that the little girl was reluctant to use.

I asked Fu Minyi for some and continued in this way until the surrounding yards started to become noisy.

Murong Ji went out and took a look. The houses around him were already occupied. Just by the aura, he could tell that these people were masters. He probably thought they were the 72 island masters and the 36 cave masters.

Thinking about the reputation of these people, strictly speaking, they are not good people.

The next day, Fu Minyi invited him to the main hall.

As soon as Murong Ji walked into the hall, almost all eyes fell on him.

The subordinate forces of Lingjiu Palace have not added any new members for a long time. Those who can be favored by Tianshang Tonglao are naturally not mediocre.

Murong Ji glanced around and his eyes fell on the person in the front. He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. Like Murong Ji, he had a sword on his back. [Zhuo Bufan?]

This guy's swordsmanship is quite extraordinary, just like his name, but his strength is...

It's just at the level of a first-rate master. When meeting a top master, it's really useless.

When thinking of him, I can't help but think of another person, the Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai, who is a master of kendo.

Thinking of his own poor talent in swordsmanship, Murong Ji suddenly wanted to fight with him and make up for his breakthrough in swordsmanship.

He came to his senses and walked towards a corner in front of everyone.

As soon as he stood still, a 'child' appeared in front of him.

Murong Ji was startled. After a closer look, he found that the man was a dwarf with a face full of flesh and a vicious look in his eyes. He did not look like a child at all.

He was clearly a short man, his height barely reaching Murong Ji's waist.

"Who are you?! You're new here and so unruly?! Get to the back!" The voice sounded like someone was speaking with their throat squeezed, very uncomfortable, a bit like old grinding wheels rubbing against each other, sharp and harsh.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly and looked down at the man, "May I ask who you are?"

The dwarf's face instantly darkened, "I can never stand seeing people looking down at me when talking to me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he kicked Murong Ji's knee. If this kick hits hard, the leg will definitely be broken.

"Mr. Sang Tu, stop it!" Zhuo Bufan hurriedly stopped him and strode forward.

Murong Ji looked at the man coldly, without moving at all, allowing him to kick him.

"bump!"

Sang Tugong's feet felt numb, and the huge recoil force pushed him back several meters before he could barely stop.

Zhuo Bufan: "This friend..."

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Sang Tugong, "Is it my turn now?!"

The next moment, the sword finger stimulated six sword energies and shot out.

"Ding!"

"Zheng!"

Zhuo Bufan drew his sword directly, and the five swords became one. He took on all five sword energies, but he was a step too slow and missed one.

Sang Tugong was so frightened that his face turned pale. He stepped back a few steps, his eyes flashed, his face was full of determination, he opened his mouth, and bit the sword energy.

"Ah, poof."

Murong Ji was a little surprised. This Sang Tugong was quite capable. He actually caught the sword. The sword energy was very powerful and dragged him flying backwards.

There was a muffled "bang" sound as it hit the pillar.

(End of this chapter)