Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 155 Offending the Abbot and Still Wanting to Leave?

Upon hearing this, Hong Qigong and Huang Rong exchanged a glance, their expressions darkening.

Guo Jing, however, did not know the Dog-Beating Stick Technique. Apart from Qi Gong, only Huang Rong herself and the new gang leader Lu Youjiao knew it.

However, Huang Rong was already pregnant and naturally could not fight, while Lu Youjiao had just learned the Dog-Beating Stick and had limited understanding of it.

Guo Jing understood the key points and decided to use the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms to fight his enemy.

But Huo Du was unwilling to fight Guo Jing, and after much persuasion, he finally managed to coax Lu Youxia into the arena.

Although Xiaolongnu didn't care who was on whom, or even who would become the leader of the martial arts world, she was puzzled to see Murong Fu, whom she remembered as someone who always wanted to be superior and show off, now eating dried fruit and melon seeds.

asked:

"Why aren't you playing?"

Murong Fu glanced at her and said:

"Little sister, as everyone knows, the strongest person is always the last to go on stage."

Little Dragon Girl looked at him, thinking to herself, "How come I didn't know?"

Murong Fu seemed to know what she was thinking, and said again:

"Don't you know now?"

Moreover...: "If I defeat him easily, who will know that this Golden Wheel Monk is very strong?"

Soon, Huodu and Naluyoujiao were fighting.

At first, Lu Youjiao had the upper hand, but because his dog-beating stick technique was not proficient and he did not know how to adapt to changing circumstances, he was always just a little bit short.

Huo Du nearly lost his chance to fight back on several occasions, but ultimately escaped danger each time.

But in the end, Lu Youjiao suddenly used a move called "Slanting Strike on the Dog's Back," and with a flick of his bamboo stick, he struck Huo Du's left cheek, clamping his head and face between them.

However, the blow was too forceful and lacked finesse. Overwhelmed with shame and pain, Huo Du reached out and grabbed the bamboo stick. Without hesitation, he struck Lu Youjiao squarely in the chest with his palm, followed by a sweeping kick. With a crack, Lu Youjiao's foot bone broke, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, falling forward and unconscious. Two disciples from the Seven Bags Sect rushed to his aid.

Fortunately, there were many doctors on site, including some skilled in orthopedics, who could easily treat wounds and set bones on the spot.

After defeating the new leader of the Bow Gang, Huo Du's confidence soared, and the Golden Wheel Monk stroked his beard and nodded slightly.

He then brandished the dog-beating stick he had seized, pointing it at Murong Fu, who was gnawing on a chicken leg and flirting with Xiaolongnu, and said:

"Young Master Murong, since you dare to insult us, master and disciple, why not step forward and demonstrate your skills to us?!"

In Huo Du's view, as long as he didn't fight Guo Jing and Hong Qigong, he wasn't afraid of anyone present.

Especially Murong Fu, who only knew how to flirt with girls and eat. When the others saw him defeat Lu Youjiao, they were either happy and happy or furious.

But Murong Fu didn't care at all, which made him want to teach him a lesson.

Having spent a long time in front of the Dharma King, I always felt that true masters were like his master—serious, ruthless, and taciturn.

In addition, Guo Jing, whom he encountered in the Central Plains, was also a master, so he naturally felt that the eloquent and seemingly only twenty-something-year-old Murong Fu was just a show-off.

But when Huo Du said this, the entire room fell silent.

Murong Fu was also taken aback.

"You? Hit me?"

Huo Du, unaware of the reason, assumed he was the descendant or son of some renowned figure, and thought he had chosen the right person. He then became even more arrogant and said:

"Yes, I'm the one who hit you, so why don't you dare to fight back?"

Murong Fu said, "That's fine, but I'm not a disciple of Master Qi."

Huo Du replied, "If you dare not, then so be it. I will not force you."

Murong Fu retorted, "Pshaw, is our duel a fight to the death, or is it just a matter of stopping short of death?"

Yang Guo, who was standing to the side, also recognized Huo Du and knew that he had previously asked his aunt for her hand in marriage, so he disliked him.

Hearing Murong Fu say this, they knew that Murong Fu had murderous intentions, and naturally they were happy to see it happen.

Huo Du replied, "Hehe, of course it's just a friendly spar, otherwise I'm afraid you wouldn't dare to fight me, hahahaha."

Murong Fu stood up, drew his sword, and said, "Ah, you're really lucky."

Then, he leaned forward, drew his sword, and slashed vertically. Huo Du's eyes widened in surprise, not expecting the man to be so fast. He hurriedly raised his fan to block.

It turns out that this fan is made of meteorite iron, making it incredibly hard, and it is disguised as a decorative object so that it is impossible to guard against.

Huo Du traveled from the Western Regions to the Central Plains, and along the way, he harmed many renowned martial arts figures.

Huo Du saw that Murong Fu arrived quickly and swung his sword just as fast, but he also thought to himself that the other party lacked combat experience. He could have approached him at such a fast speed before making his move, but he made his move too early and without any change in his moves, which Huo Du had anticipated.

The iron fan is incredibly sturdy; if it were to break the iron sword, the opponent would naturally be considered to have lost.

But the next moment, Murong Fu's iron sword met Huo Du's iron fan. In the close combat, Huo Du was just about to use his strength to break Murong Fu's iron fan, but unexpectedly, his incomparably hard iron fan was directly cut in half by Murong Fu's sword.

It was as easy as cutting through a straw mat with a sharp knife.

"A divine weapon?!" Huo Du stared at the mirror-like cross-section and exclaimed in disbelief.

"What kind of hero uses super weapons to commit atrocities?!"

In fact, Murong Fu's sword was just an ordinary precious sword.

However, when his true energy is attached to the longsword, it can naturally enhance its sharpness.

Just as Murong Fu was about to mock him, the Golden Wheel Monk opened his eyes. He knew that his disciple Huo Du's skills were all contained in that fan, and without the fan, his power would be greatly reduced.

At this moment, he only felt annoyed by the ridicule of the crowd. He couldn't care less about anything else and wanted to take the stage himself to wipe out all the people in the Central Plains and save himself the trouble.

He then took out a golden wheel, about a foot and a half in size, from his bosom. This golden wheel was made of gold and had Tibetan Tantric mantras cast on it. It contained nine small balls, and when he shook it, the sound lingered for a long time.

Then the golden wheel spun and flew towards Murong Fu, breaking his longsword and diminishing his arrogance.

When Guo Jing saw that the so-called Golden Wheel Monk had actually attacked Murong Fu, he was both angry and anxious. He subconsciously used his martial arts skills, leaning forward and striking down the Golden Wheel from above with the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

That golden wheel was truly magical; it slowly flew back to the Dharma King.

His gaze towards Guo Jing changed, realizing that this middle-aged man possessed extremely high martial arts skills. Knowing he had met his match, he became even more excited and shouted:

"Well done!"

He then launched the golden wheel again. Guo Jing was skilled in martial arts and knew that he was currently unarmed, so there was no need to confront it head-on. He used a clever technique to knock the golden wheel away and pin it to the wall not far away.

When the surrounding heroes saw Guo Jing knock the Dharma King's golden wheel away, they cheered.

In the martial arts world, who doesn't know Guo Jing's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms? When it comes to comparing palm strength and fist techniques, they don't believe that this foreign monk is more powerful than Guo Jing.

The Golden Wheel Monk cultivated the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, which was known for its strength. Naturally, he was not afraid of Guo Jing exchanging palm strikes with him. In fact, he was eager to do so, as if he could already see the other party suffering from broken bones and tendons under his strength.

Unexpectedly, the other party's palm was thick, rough, and fleshy. When it met his thin palm, he felt a huge shock and was startled. He then pushed the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill to its limit.

Guo Jing was also startled. He had expected his opponent to be strong, but he hadn't expected him to be this powerful. He activated the Nine Yin Manual within his body and unleashed the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms in his hands.

Both of them were forced back several steps by the shock, and the bluestone on the ground was crushed to pieces. The martial arts heroes who were nearby felt a powerful airflow explode in front of them.

After they separated, they discovered that their palms had been cracked and bleeding from the shock.

Guo Jing thought to himself: What great strength!

The Dharma King thought to himself: "Impressive skill."

Knowing that both sides are now evenly matched and their strengths are comparable, it's clear that they are neck and neck.

He originally thought that his strength could crush the martial arts world of the Central Plains just like he could crush the Western Regions, so when he heard about this Heroes' Gathering, he sent his disciple Huo Du to lead the way. But he did not expect to suffer repeated setbacks.

His disciple had only defeated a Qi Gong who was mediocre in martial arts, and in the next match, his weapon was broken by a young man with good agility and swordsmanship.

He wanted to get revenge, but unexpectedly he was forced back by this simple-minded man named Guo Jing. He used all his strength, but could only manage a draw.

Now, the third disciple is no longer a possibility. Although the second disciple has some strength, it only makes sense if he can overwhelm everyone else. If the opponent has someone he can't handle, then he certainly can't become the leader of the martial arts alliance.

Moreover, they were currently without weapons and saw that the Central Plains warriors were numerous and powerful. If it came to a group battle, their side would surely be utterly defeated.

Then the old, fat man with white hair and beard, Hong Qigong, said:

"Hehe, Mongolian Grand Preceptor, does my disciple Guo Jing meet your approval?"

The Golden Wheel Monk remained silent. He understood that a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle, and that he had no choice but to retreat first and plan his revenge later. So he said:

"These men from the Central Plains have no sense of morality, let's go!"

He then thought he would go up to the wall and take the golden wheel down with him.

When Yang Guo saw the Western Region monk and Uncle Guo exchanging blows, and Uncle Guo even got injured, he was naturally indignant.

Yang Guo lacked love since childhood. The only people who were truly kind to him were Mu Nianci, Guo Jing, Granny Sun, Xiaolongnü, and Ouyang Feng. Mu Nianci and Granny Sun are dead, so only Guo Jing, Xiaolongnü, and Ouyang Feng are still alive.

In his view, Guo Jing and Ouyang Feng were no different from his father.

Even after learning that her biological father had suffered the consequences of trying to harm Huang Rong, she understood the situation and couldn't bring herself to hate Guo Jing.

So he stepped forward and said:

"You barbarian monk, you tried to injure people with hidden weapons, but my Uncle Guo knocked you down. Now those hidden weapons are embedded in the wall of the Central Plains martial arts world."

It's naturally our spoils of war. How dare you, a defeated opponent, secretly take it away?!

Moreover, you destroyed so many things and even used trickery to accidentally injure our Chief Lu.

Consider this gold wheel or bronze wheel as compensation from you.

Get out of here right now and stop getting in my way!

Although Huo Du had lost his weapon, he hadn't suffered any serious injury, and couldn't help but say:

"What did you say, you brat?!"

Who said my master lost? He only fought to a draw with your Master Guo.

Besides, my master didn't even use his full strength. Hehe, you probably don't know, but my master has five wheels: gold, silver, copper, iron, and lead.

When faced with a formidable enemy, he could unleash all five wheels simultaneously, but he always used only one golden wheel to defeat countless powerful foes, thus earning him the title of Golden Wheel Dharma King. He never used the other four wheels, silver, copper, iron, or lead.

"If all five wheels were to fire simultaneously, hehe, you would all be dead by now."

Having said that, while the heroes were pondering, he removed the golden wheel from the Golden Wheel Monk.

Just as I was about to leave, I heard a familiar voice behind me:

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"You think you can just leave after offending Elder Hong of our Bow Gang?"