Chapter 390 Gray-robed Monk

Murong Fu was furious and attacked Xin Zhen with a sword. The sword light was like a rainbow, cutting through the air and heading straight for Xin Zhen's throat.

Seeing that the sword was unstoppable, Xin Zhen remained calm. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

He slightly tilted his body, and stretched out his arm as lightly as a dragon, taking Murong Fu's sword effortlessly as if he was taking something from a bag.

At that moment, the tip of the sword was only an inch away from Xin Zhen's throat, but he seemed to have expected everything and looked calm, as if he was playing with an ordinary toy.

Murong Fu's face turned pale instantly. He never expected that his full-strength attack could be so easily resolved.

An indescribable feeling of shame, anger and despair welled up in his heart, as if all his efforts had come to nothing at this moment.

However, the matter is not over yet.

Xin Zhen waved his hand casually, and the long sword flew out of his hand and stuck into the ground. The sword body trembled slightly, making a crisp buzzing sound.

Murong Fu was furious, his face flushed, and his fists clenched. He was unwilling to admit defeat, so he suddenly used all his internal strength and sent both palms straight to Xin Zhen's chest. The palm wind was whistling, and the momentum was overwhelming, obviously he used all his strength.

However, Xin Zhen remained calm. He jumped lightly, and his body floated like willow catkins to avoid Murong Fu's attack. Then he turned over and landed behind Murong Fu.

Murong Fu only felt a flash before his eyes, and Xin Zhen had disappeared. When he turned around, he saw Xin Zhen standing not far away, with a leisurely look, as if everything that had just happened was just a small thing he did casually.

Murong Fu was extremely shocked. He had been practicing martial arts since he was young and was very talented. At the age of seventeen, he was already famous in the martial arts world and had few rivals.

But today, in front of Xin Zhen, not even one of his moves worked. This made him feel deeply frustrated and humiliated.

Xin Zhen smiled and said, "Anything else? If not, it's my turn."

Xin Zhen's body shook, and his left hand shot out like lightning, firmly grasping Murong Fu's shoulder.

Murong Fu only felt a huge force coming, which he could not resist at all, and his whole body was lifted up.

"Brother Qiao is such a good man, but he is on par with someone like you. I really feel sorry for him!"

Xin Zhen's voice came coldly, and the anger and humiliation in Murong Fu's heart reached the extreme. He struggled desperately, trying to break free from Xin Zhen's control, but everything was in vain.

Xin Zhen waved his arm, and Murong Fu's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground with a dull sound.

Murong Fu felt that his internal organs were churning and the pain was unbearable. He struggled to stand up, but found that he had no strength at all. His body seemed to be torn apart and the pain was unbearable.

Deng Baichuan and the others turned around and ran towards Murong Fu. Murong Fu circulated his internal energy and stood up before Deng Baichuan and the others came close.

His face was ashen. He stretched out his hand and pulled out the long sword from the scabbard on Bao Bu Tong's waist. Then he drew a circle with his left hand to block Deng Baichuan and others several feet away. He turned his right wrist and wiped the sword across his neck.

Wang Yuyan yelled: "Cousin, don't..."

At this moment, there was a loud sound of breaking air. A hidden weapon flew from more than ten feet away, crossed the square, and hit the sword in Murong Fu's hand. With a clang, Murong Fu's sword flew out of his hand. His palm was full of blood and the knuckles were cracked.

Murong Fu was shocked beyond words. He raised his head to look where the hidden weapon came from, and saw a monk in gray clothes standing on the hillside with his face covered with a gray cloth.

The monk took big steps, walked up to Murong Fu, and asked, "Do you have a son?" His voice sounded quite old.

Murong Fu said: "I am not married yet, how can I have children?"

The gray-robed monk said solemnly: "Do you have any ancestors?"

Murong Fu was very angry and shouted, "Of course! I am willing to die, what does it have to do with you? A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated. Murong Fu is a man and cannot tolerate your rude words."

The monk in gray said, “Your great-grandfather had a son, your great-great-grandfather, grandfather, and father all had sons, but you don’t have a son!
Hehe, the Great Yan Kingdom’s Murong Huang, Murong Ke, Murong Chui, Murong De, and Murong Longcheng were all such heroes, but unexpectedly, they all became people without descendants!”

Murong Huang, Murong Ke, Murong Chui, Murong De and others were all famous kings and heroic rulers of the Yan State in their time. Murong Longcheng was the founder of the unique skill of "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi". Each of them was feared by the world and created a spectacular career. They were the ancestors of Murong Fu.

When he was dizzy and furious, he suddenly heard the names of these five ancestors. It was like a bucket of cold water poured down his head. He thought, "My father taught me earnestly in the past, and told me to make the restoration of Great Yan my lifelong goal. Today, I committed suicide out of anger, and my Xianbei Murong clan has been extinct from now on. I don't even have a son, so how can I talk about Guangzong restoring the country?" Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and he immediately prostrated himself on the ground, saying, "Murong Fu's knowledge is limited, and I am grateful for the guidance of the eminent monk. I will never forget your great kindness."

The gray-robed monk calmly accepted his kneeling and said, "Who among those who have achieved great things in the past did not go through untold hardships? Emperor Gaozu of Han suffered the siege of Baideng, Emperor Guangwu of Han suffered the disaster of Jibei. If they were all like you, they would just be narrow-minded and self-righteous. How can you be said to have revived the country? You are not even as good as Gou Jian and Han Xin. You are really ignorant!"

Murong Fu knelt down to receive the instruction, horrified and frightened: "This divine monk seems to know my ambitions, and actually compares me to the founding emperors of Han Dynasty and Emperor Guangwu of Han Dynasty." He said: "Murong Fu knows he was wrong!" The gray-robed monk said: "Stand up!" Murong Fu kowtowed three times respectfully and stood up.

The gray-robed monk said, "The martial arts inherited from your Gusu Murong family are mysterious and profound, and rare in the world. It's just that you haven't mastered them yet. Look carefully!" He stretched out his index finger and tapped three times in the void.

Over there, Tan Qing had already defeated You Tanzhi and was standing there watching the fight. Suddenly, he saw the gray-robed monk poking at him three times. He immediately felt something was wrong and waved his thin staff in front of his eyes. There were a few puff sounds and Tan Qing retreated four or five steps in succession. His face changed drastically. It seemed that he had been slightly injured.

The gray-robed monk said in a loud voice: "This is the 'Sanhe Finger' of your Murong family! I learned it from your ancestors back then, but I only learned the basics. I wonder how many other miraculous martial arts the Murong family has.

Hehe, with your little Taoist skills as a young man, can you create the reputation of Gusu Murong clan of "returning the favor as you would have them do for you"? "

The heroes were originally shocked by the reputation of "Gusu Murong", but when they saw Murong Fu was defeated by Duan Yu and then by Xiao Feng, they all thought: "It's better to hear about him than to meet him in person! Although he can't be said to have a false reputation, he is not necessarily world-shattering either. How can he be so great?"

After seeing the gray-robed monk display such miraculous skills and hearing him say that he had only learned the basics of Murong's "Sanhe Finger", he could not help but respect the words "Gusu Murong" again.

The gray-robed monk turned around and clasped his hands together towards Xin Zhen, saying, "Master Xin's martial arts are truly outstanding, and your reputation is well-deserved. I would like to learn a few moves from you!"

Xin Zhen had been on guard for a long time, so he clasped his fists casually and said with a smile, "I dare not.

Xin Zhen only felt a huge internal force surging in him, and he smiled again, his body motionless. However, the gray-robed monk's body shook violently, and he looked at Xin Zhen in shock.

He originally thought that he was already a top master in the martial arts world, but he didn't expect to meet such a strong opponent today.

The gray-robed monk secretly gathered his energy with his hands in his sleeves, and his internal energy quickly flowed through his body, ready to respond to Xin Zhen's next attack at any time.

Xin Zhen stood opposite the gray-robed monk, his expression indifferent, his eyes as calm as a deep pool, but the pressure emanating from his body could not be ignored.

"I didn't expect that you have such profound internal strength at such a young age." The gray-robed monk spoke coldly, his palms hidden in his sleeves trembling slightly. It was obvious that the previous fight had slightly injured his arm.

Xin Zhen smiled slightly and said, "If you want to vent your anger for Murong Fu, then go ahead. Not only did I defeat Murong Fu today, but I also drove the Murong family out of Pingjiang Prefecture before that."

The gray-robed monk looked back at Murong Fu, and seeing that Murong Fu was filled with shame, he knew that this was the truth. He was immediately furious, and his figure flashed like a ghost, appearing in front of Xin Zhen in an instant. His palms, with a sharp sound of wind, went straight to Xin Zhen's chest.

Xin Zhen was not in a hurry. He stepped back lightly and avoided the attack of the gray-robed monk.

The gray-robed monk's attack missed, but he did not pause for a moment and launched another series of attacks. His palms were as sharp as knives and every move was deadly.

Xin Zhen responded calmly, and every move he made seemed to be done with ease, as if he had already seen through all of the gray-robed monk's tricks.

Just when the gray-robed monk's attack reached its peak, Xin Zhen suddenly attacked. His palm wind, with the force of thunder, went straight to the gray-robed monk's chest.

The gray-robed monk was horrified and tried to use his energy to resist, but Xin Zhen's internal strength was too strong. The gray-robed monk only felt a huge force surging, and his body flew backwards involuntarily, falling heavily to the ground, spurting out blood from his mouth.

The gray-robed monk felt the inner qi in his body become chaotic, and his internal organs seemed to be churning. He struggled to stand up, but found that his legs were no longer under his control. Everything in front of him was blurry, and he could only hear Murong Fu's urgent call.

Murong Fu already knew that this person was an old friend of his deceased father, so he quickly jumped over to help him up and asked anxiously, "Senior, are you okay?"

The gray-robed monk opened his eyes with difficulty, and seeing Murong Fu's anxious expression, his heart warmed. He forced a smile and said, "Little brother, I'm fine, but my internal injuries are quite serious." Before he finished speaking, he coughed violently again, and blood gushed out of his mouth again.

Seeing this, Murong Fu became more and more uneasy, and quickly took out a healing pill from his arms and fed it to the gray-robed monk. The gray-robed monk nodded slightly, then closed his eyes and began to practice qigong and regulate his breathing.

Murong Fu turned to face Xin Zhen, his eyes filled with anger, but he knew he was no match for Xin Zhen, so he shouted loudly: "Heroes, Xin Zhen is the public enemy of the martial arts world. If we don't get rid of him today, he will become a big problem in the future!"

Originally, the heroes were already ready to make a move, and they had drawn their weapons, preparing to go forward to help. When they heard Murong Fu's shout, they immediately responded and rushed towards Xin Zhen, shouting in unison.

(End of this chapter)