Chapter 63: Grudges and the Killer
That's it? And you're still praising Duan Yu for his talent?

"Sir? Is there anything that's not to your taste?" the maid beside him asked cautiously.

"Nothing, just thinking of some unhappy things."

Murong Ji took a glance and was lucky that the Duan family did not have dinner with him, otherwise it would be too rude. Although he didn't care about these things, it would not look good.

"I'm done eating, you guys clean up." He turned and walked out, heading towards the Wanjie Valley. Duan Yu couldn't lose him, otherwise, how would he enter the Tianlong Temple?
Tianlong Temple is Dali's private land and is not open to the public. It is quite difficult for outsiders to enter, unless they come here to cause trouble.

When Jiumozhi entered the Tianlong Temple, he did so with state ceremony.

Murong Ji came to Wanjie Valley again, feeling a little uneasy and a little weak. After all, he had just stolen someone else's things. He slowly exhaled and walked towards Gan Baobao's bedroom.

Suddenly, there were groaning and wailing sounds coming from the house. Murong Ji was startled and stepped into the house to take a look. Wow, they were all connected in a row.

The magical ability of the Bei Ming Divine Art is to transform other people's skills into one's own use, which is very domineering.

Now Duan Yu was madly absorbing other people's skills, and the Bei Ming Divine Art was running automatically and could not be stopped at all.

This is one of the shortcomings of the Bei Ming Divine Art, it is easy to get out of control.

Murong Ji took a glance, walked forward, looked at Duan Yu in the tunnel, and smiled.

Then he sat aside and waited for Duan Yu's opportunity. He had to find a way to do Duan a favor, and now the opportunity had come.

It is not pleasant to have one's internal energy forcibly extracted from the body. It feels like cutting one's flesh, and it is also a big blow psychologically.

It is hard for anyone to accept that the results of one's hard work were taken away so easily.

As the one who suffered the pain, Duan Yu also found it a little unbearable. It felt as if someone was forcing something into his mouth.

"Brother Murong, save me, hurry up~"

Murong Ji squatted at the edge of the cave, looking at him with a smile, "Since you can't bear the hardship of cultivation, now there is a shortcut, then you have to bear the hardship of the shortcut."

"Don't worry, wait a little longer, I think you can still hold on. Besides, don't feel any psychological burden! These people are not good people."

Duan Yu was almost crying. The feeling of forcing something into his body was like the pain of blood flowing backwards. Murong Ji was talking without any pain in his waist.

"Brother Murong, I really can't hold on any longer! I'm about to explode!"

Murong Ji was unmoved, "Don't worry, there is a way to keep you alive, it's all a piece of cake."

The old monk from Tianlong Temple suddenly entered the room, saw Murong Ji, then looked at Duan Yu, his face looked a little anxious, and he was about to step forward to separate the few people.

As soon as his hand touched Yun Zhonghe's body, the powerful internal force directly shook him away.

"Master, don't be anxious. This is a good opportunity. Duan Yu doesn't want to learn martial arts. Even if he starts practicing now, he won't be able to catch up. Now that there is this method, it is better not to miss it."

The yellow-browed monk's face froze. He looked at Duan Yu's painful expression and was a little hesitant. Was Murong Ji going to help Duan Yu or harm him?

"Mr. Murong, it is better to have your own internal energy. If someone else's internal energy fills your body, you will explode and die."

Murong Ji waved his hand, "Don't worry, I'm here. I can protect him from death. I can control his internal strength at will, as long as he is not too stupid."

Murong Ji glanced at this group of people. This was a blood bag. What a good opportunity.

Duan Yu was born into a good family. Although he had never practiced martial arts, he had never stopped taking various conditioning and medications, which laid a solid physical foundation for him.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have reached the upper limit at this moment.

"Donor Murong, everyone's internal strength is different. Absorbing the internal strength of others so violently will break the meridians!"

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm here... Damn it!" The yellow-browed monk poked with a finger, the Vajra Finger of Tianlong Temple!

Murong Ji's face turned dark instantly, he turned around and hit back directly. The Yellow-browed Monk took his move, his face extremely solemn.

In an instant, his face was filled with murderous intent, and he muttered, "Murong Bo."

How familiar this scene is!

The events of the past came to his mind. Murong Bo used Dou Zhuan Xing Yi and also used his Vajra Finger, severely injuring himself!
I was lucky enough to escape death, and after that I studied hard and practiced diligently.

It is still the same today, except that the people have changed.

There was something distorted on the yellow-browed monk's face. The young Murong Bo back then almost destroyed his foundation and self-confidence. Over the years, he was like a demon in his heart.

"I'd like to ask for your advice!"

The yellow-browed monk attacked with a few moves, still using the Vajra Finger. His finger force was so strong that every move blocked Murong Ji's retreat.

Murong Ji frowned tightly, and directly absorbed several moves with Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, and instantly launched them out together, transforming them into the Vajra Finger Force of one finger, which was launched out by Murong Ji at an extremely fast speed.

In a blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the Yellow-browed Monk. The Yellow-browed Monk's face froze, and he stepped forward without any preparation.

I can only forcibly accept this Vajra Finger that is being given back.

"puff!"

The Vajra Finger pierced through his arm directly, breaking his internal strength that protected him, and then pierced through his shoulder with unstoppable force.

The yellow-browed monk staggered back a few steps and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Leaning on a chair beside him, he looked at Murong Ji with shock. He couldn't believe that Murong Ji could reach this level at his age.

So, did all his lifelong practice go to the monk dog?

"you you……!"

Murong Ji glanced at him and said with a smile, "Master Huangmei, don't be anxious." Although he looked indifferent, he felt a little heavy in his heart.

Looking at Duan Yu, he is almost reaching his limit.

Murong Ji slapped out with his palm, the Palm of Great Compassion and Great Mercy directly hit Yun Zhonghe, and the palm force directly knocked him away.

As soon as he cut off the connection, Zhong Ling's insignificant internal energy was quickly sucked away.

Duan Yu fell to the ground suddenly, dragging Zhong Ling into the cave with him. He held Zhong Ling in his arms and gasped heavily.

Yun Zhonghe spat out a mouthful of blood, slammed the ground hard, used the last bit of his internal strength, performed Qinggong, and fled towards the door.

Murong Ji's face turned dark, and he slapped out three times in a row, two of which hit Ye Erniang and Yue Laosan respectively, with fast and heavy speed. The last palm missed, and Yun Zhonghe escaped.

[This person's Qinggong is really amazing! ]

"puff!"

"Puff! Cough cough! Murong boy, damn it."

Murong Ji's face darkened and he slapped him directly on the chest. The Great Compassion Palm was a five-palm combo that overlapped each other.

(End of this chapter)