Chapter 320: There is really no false reputation
"Brother Murong, the head master wants you to come over."

Murong Ji put down the teacup and said, "Got it."

After walking out of the door, he glanced at the Taoist boy standing by the door with a smile.

"snort?!"

He walked out of the yard with his hands behind his back, stood in the shadows, and looked at the yard quietly. Not long after, three men in black came in. The leader was Fashang.

The second burly man is Fashan.

Murong Ji was a little speechless. Was he afraid that others wouldn't notice? We are already so familiar with each other, okay?
As for you, it would be nice to wear a loose black robe.

[Everyone in Tianyin Temple is a decent person. They have no experience in doing these things. It is understandable, understandable...]

Murong Ji forced himself to comfort himself psychologically, otherwise he really couldn't get through this hurdle. He was afraid of laughing when a fight broke out.

When they left the yard, Murong Ji was about to shout, but someone else spoke first, "Who is it?"

Holding his breath, Murong Ji turned around and saw several patrolling disciples running towards him in a hurry. The corner of Murong Ji's mouth twitched, as they didn't even understand the patrol rules.

"Don't run, you evil demon!" Murong Ji shouted urgently. He was afraid that Fashang and Fashan would be recognized.

Fashan carried Zhang Xiaofan on his back, and Fashang followed behind him holding the Soul-Devouring Stick. They hurriedly ran into the jungle and then went down the mountain.

Murong Ji flew after him on his sword, and with a quick glance, he saw Zeng Shuchang and his men chasing after him.

The two looked at each other and rushed into the woods.

Going deep into the forest and onto the mountainside, Murong Ji suddenly stopped and looked around, only to see darkness.

Zeng Shuchang fell not far behind him, and they formed a supporting role for each other.

Zeng Shuchang was indeed an old-generation Shangqing master, and he quickly realized that something was wrong. The Qingyun disciples following him slowly dispersed in all directions.

I have to say that the elites of Qingyun Sect are really capable. They slowly surround the enemy and ensure that every position will not be killed silently by the enemy.

Murong Ji walked forward, then his figure flashed and disappeared into the jungle.

"Master Murong, don't be impulsive!"

Murong Ji ignored it. When he approached the foot of the mountain, a man in black suddenly jumped out from the forest.

The man in black was of burly build, with a tall hat, a long black gown, and a loose robe, making it difficult to tell his identity.

It is much better than the Dharmakaya costume.

Murong Ji took a step forward and before he could fight with the man in black, he heard the sound of fighting from behind.

When Murong Ji made a move, he used the pure Buddhist energy and the palm seal of great compassion, and hit the man in black directly.

The man in black rolled up his black sleeves and instantly eliminated the palm print.

Not a single trace of his background was revealed!

Murong Ji was shocked. His strength was not weak. Only the four great monks could have such a skill!

Is the one fighting against me Pude or Pufang?
The next move was an endless stream of sword energy. Neither of them used any magic weapon, but fought with bare hands, and what they were competing for was their own skills and the foundation of their moves.

In just a few breaths, dozens of moves had been exchanged. The speed of the attacks was extremely fast. If one was a little slower, he would be defeated.

From beginning to end, this person never revealed the foundation of his martial arts.

Murong Ji used a palm of great compassion to knock him away, and was shocked, "Could this person be Pu Hong?! How can he think so highly of me?"

The monk Pu De is more accomplished than his master Tian Buyi, but the monk Pu Fang is far inferior to his master Tian Buyi.

When fighting against himself, Master Tian Buyi had to reveal his true colors.

Thinking of this, Murong Ji rolled up his sleeves. Zeng Shuchang behind him had also encountered a powerful enemy. Up to this point in the battle, he had not yet found out the enemy's strength.

In fact, the time is very short, just seven or eight breaths.

This time, without waiting for Murong Ji to make a move, the man in black took the initiative to move forward. Murong Ji's pupils shrank, and it was still the pure Buddhist essence.

He stepped forward and slapped out with his palm, instantly draining away 20% of his true energy. The palm print he sent out was extremely heavy.

King Kong Palm!

"bump!"

"Humph"

The man in black groaned, but Murong Ji couldn't tell what was going on. He was shocked. Top bosses like Daoxuan were really unfathomable!
No matter what, Murong Ji stepped forward and pointed his sword three times in a row.

Among the 72 unique Buddhist skills, the ultimate move of the Moke Finger Technique is: Three Entrances to Hell.

With the blessing of pure Buddhist true energy, the power was surprisingly great and directly broke the true energy defense of the man in black.

In an instant, the golden light of Tianyin Temple's skills exploded.

Murong Ji was not surprised, he was just curious about who this person was!

His true identity was exposed, and the man became dazed for a moment. Seizing this opportunity, Murong Ji formed his right hand into a claw, wanting to directly tear off the black scarf that covered his face.

Suddenly, the man in black came to his senses, but unfortunately, he was one step too slow. In order not to reveal his whereabouts, he used his left arm to block.

[This arm! He doesn't want it anymore?!]

Murong Ji's heart sank, and he changed his Dragon Claw Hand into a Broken Plum Hand. He grabbed the man with one hand and pinned him to the ground with his backhand.

"Master Murong, be careful!"

Murong Ji was startled, and subconsciously burst out with all his strength. The Tianwen Sword behind him suddenly came out of its sheath, blocking behind him, and did not wait for the sudden attack from behind. Murong Ji turned around and struck out with the Great Compassion Palm. Three rays of light nested in each other, and one palm faced the late palm behind him.

"boom!"

The energy formed a wall, with the two of them as the center, and all the giant trees within a hundred meters were torn apart by the energy.

Further out, it expanded and the giant trees were broken and destroyed.

The cold sweat on Murong Ji's forehead instantly flowed down. He looked at the black-clothed man in front of him. His eyes, which were shining with the golden light of Buddhist true essence, were deep and peaceful.

This is Puhong!
Is the gap between the ninth level of Shangqing and the eighth level of Shangqing so huge? ! !

In the previous life, Shaolin Temple had seventy-two unique skills, but in fact, there were far more than seventy-two unique skills.

These martial arts skills are naturally not outstanding in this era of rampant magic weapons and sorcery, but that does not mean that these things are bad.

There are seventy-two unique skills, eight of which are boxing techniques, ten of which are palm techniques, nine of which are finger techniques, seven of which are grappling techniques, five of which are sword techniques, seven of which are staff and cudgel techniques, three of which are body techniques, and six of which are mental techniques.

The rest of the kung fu is miscellaneous, totaling thirteen, in addition there are three combined attack formations, totaling seventy-two unique skills.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji suddenly felt a fighting spirit, "Please give me some advice!"

As soon as he finished speaking, every move he made was a martial arts technique. In terms of power, these things could not be compared with the Buddhist techniques.

Among the seventy-two unique skills, only some are worth seeing, such as the Burning Wood Sword Technique, etc., and the rest have an upper limit.

In just a few breaths, the two of them exchanged nearly a hundred moves. Murong Ji became more and more excited as the fight went on. Combining what he had learned, the three schools' moves and the five heavenly books, he suddenly had the illusion of fusion.

Unfortunately, as soon as Zeng Shuchang appeared, Pu Hong was unwilling to fight with him. He pushed Murong Ji back with a palm, picked up another man in black, and flew away.

In a flash, it disappeared into the jungle.

Zeng Shuchang landed next to Murong Ji and looked at the figures flashing in the woods opposite, not far from them.

Pu Hong, hiding in the shade of the trees, confronted them quietly.

"Who are you all? Why do you want to care about the affairs of Qingyun Sect? With your abilities, you are definitely not unknown people. Why do you have to hide your head and show your tail?"

Pu Hong waited until everyone left before disappearing into the darkness, "Stay here!"

Zeng Shuchang jumped up and rushed forward, but Murong Ji stood still, turned his head to look elsewhere, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Following Zhou Yixian to learn astrology, he also learned some landscape physiognomy. "You are full of evil spirits! Do you think you can cover it up by not revealing your whereabouts? You are a ghost!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji flew up with his sword and struck directly with a palm.

With a "bang", the mountain top exploded, and Murong Ji landed on the ground but found nothing.

"Master Brother Murong, have you found anything?"

"Yin Qi? There are ghost cultivators staying here again."

Zeng Shuchang was shocked, and then his face turned a little ugly. The ghost magic was extremely difficult to deal with, and he had dealt with it before.

"Could it be that person? They are all from the Ghost King Sect, which makes sense."

Murong Ji frowned slightly, "Uncle Zeng, have you ever met him?"

Zeng Shuchang opened his mouth but said nothing. "Go back. I will report to the headmaster."

Murong Ji nodded.

the other side.

After Pu Hong and others caught up with the large army of Tianyin Temple overnight and confirmed that there were no pursuers behind them, they breathed a sigh of relief.

The Dharmashang and the others laid Zhang Xiaofan flat on the ground. Pu Hong took off his hat and looked at his fellow apprentice beside him.

Worried in my heart, I still asked, "Junior brother, are you okay?"

Pude put his hands together and opened his mouth to let out a mouthful of blood. "Amitabha, Murong Ji is indeed a very advanced Taoist. I am no match for him."

Pu Hong was startled and thought of Murong Ji. He was also shocked. That palm strike almost forced him to reveal his true identity.

Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, he stood there in shock, and gave a bitter smile, "I'm afraid we have revealed our whereabouts."

Pu De and Pu Fang were startled, "Brother, you also..."

Pu Hong nodded, "It's true that a great reputation is worthy of its reputation."

Pude was a little confused. After thinking about it carefully, he still couldn't figure it out. "But how did he do it?"

Pu Hong put his hands together, "Amitabha, I heard that Murong Ji has a unique skill called Dou Zhuan Xing Yi. I exchanged palm strikes with him, and within a moment, he returned the palm force to me, causing me to lose my strength without realizing it."

Pu Fang was somewhat helpless, "Then what should we do?"

Pu Hong looked at Zhang Xiaofan, sighed softly, reached out to check Zhang Xiaofan's injuries, and when he pushed up his sleeves, a piece of paper suddenly appeared from his sleeves.

Pu Hong's heart skipped a beat. He pulled it out and saw that it was Zhang Xiaofan's treatment method and the method to clear the evil spirit from his body.

Putting down the paper, Pu Hong was speechless for a long time...

After returning to the mountain, Murong Ji became busier. The countless wounded soldiers kept him busy. The Dazhu Peak was almost covered with wounded soldiers.

The second and fourth senior brothers were also injured and their injuries were serious. Murong Ji gave priority to treating them.

As for the others, there are too many of them. How long will it take for him to get there alone?

(End of this chapter)