The Mongol soldiers came in full force but left in a sorry state.
“Junior brother, if we go back like this, the Khan and Master will definitely blame us,” Darba said, frowning.
"I know!"
A slight smile appeared on Huo Du's lips as he whispered, "Second Senior Brother, do you know that our main purpose for this trip is not the Quanzhen Sect, but its treasure!"
"Treasure?"
Darba's eyes widened.
Huo Du said smugly, "In short, you just need to follow my instructions and don't need to say anything more."
"good!"
Darba nodded emphatically.
late at night.
"Wow!"
The youngest daughter, Li Xun'er, suddenly burst into tears.
Little Dragon Girl immediately woke up and said softly, "Husband, Xun'er must be hungry. Quickly, hold me."
Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu named their daughters Li Xin'er and Li Xun'er respectively.
Xin'er is the older sister, and Xun'er is the younger sister.
Murong Fu gazed at her tenderly, "I'm hungry too."
A blush rose on Xiaolongnu's fair cheeks, but she did not stop him.
Suddenly.
Murong Fu's ears twitched slightly, and he stood up and said, "Long'er, Mochou, you two stay in the room and don't move around. I'm going to get up in the middle of the night."
Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou exchanged a glance. Both of them were late-stage innate martial artists and had heard the commotion.
"Be careful, my husband."
Both women were somewhat worried.
"rest assured."
Murong returned their gaze with a confident look.
...
"Junior brother, this ancient tomb is like a maze. Where is the treasure we're looking for?"
Darba's voice was extremely loud, creating an echo in the ancient tomb.
"Shut up!"
Huo Du stared speechlessly at Darba. If he didn't need Darba's strength, he really wouldn't want to bring this big oaf along.
Darba shut his mouth, but slammed his palm into a stone door, causing the entire ancient tomb to tremble and spill a lot of lime.
"Are you insane! Do you want to bury us alive?"
Horford is being driven crazy by Darba; that idiot is truly stupid.
"I……"
"No need to explain! I'll let you make your move first."
Huo shook his head speechlessly.
"You wicked thieves, trespassing on my Ancient Tomb Sect's territory, you are all doomed."
Grandma Sun spoke in a high-pitched voice, as if a vengeful ghost were howling.
"Junior brother, there's a ghost!" Darba exclaimed in surprise.
"Don't be impulsive, leave it to me."
Huo Du waved his hand, clasped his hands in a certain direction and said, "I am a Mongolian prince and have no intention of offending the Ancient Tomb Sect. I only wish to borrow a route to the Quanzhen Sect. Please show me the way, senior."
"you……"
"Grandma Sun, leave it to me. You can go back and rest."
Be careful.
After a brief conversation.
An invisible finger force suddenly attacked.
"One-Finger Divine Skill?"
Huo Du was startled and rolled on the spot, narrowly avoiding the attack.
Darba wasn't so clever; he suddenly threw a punch and took the force of the finger strike head-on.
laugh!
His fist was pierced, and blood was everywhere.
"hiss!"
Darba gritted his teeth, not screaming, but he couldn't help but gasp.
"So powerful!" Huo Du exclaimed in shock, hurriedly begging for mercy, "Senior, you've misunderstood! Please have mercy!"
The next moment.
Several more combined finger strikes came.
"Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill!"
Darba's entire body glowed with golden light as he chose to withstand the attack.
Huo Du rolled on the spot and hid behind a stone coffin.
"Can you stop it?"
Murong Fu sneered, unleashing his peak Grandmaster-level energy. His Canhe Finger, like a Barrett rifle, pierced through the stone coffin and shot into Huo Du's abdomen.
Darba was even worse off. Although the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill was a top-tier external martial art in the martial arts world, Darba's skill was too shallow. If it were his master, the Golden Wheel Monk, he might have been able to withstand it.
puff!
Huo Du and Darba bled from all seven orifices, their eyes wide with rage.
This skill level is in no way inferior to their master's, and is even more formidable!
Huo Du clutched his wound, his face deathly pale, and said, "I am a Mongolian prince, and my master is the First Protector of the Nation. You cannot kill me."
"I'll kill you if I want to, stop talking so much nonsense."
Murong Fu responded coldly.
The combined fingers fired wildly once again.
With the inner strength of a Grandmaster at its peak, combined with the perfected Canhe Finger technique, he pierced Huo Du's throat in an instant.
Seeing his junior brother die tragically before his eyes, Darba suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes wide with horror: "Junior brother!"
"Don't worry, we'll get you reunited soon."
Murong Fu sneered and fired another Canhe Finger.
Darba had a thumb-sized hole in his forehead, and his pupils gradually became dilated and lost their color.
"A mere Innate Realm cultivator dares to act arrogantly in the Ancient Tomb Sect, courting death."
Murong Fu sneered.
Granny Sun's expression was complicated, her cloudy eyes revealing shock as she asked, "Are you a Grandmaster?"
Judging from this, she's not just a beginner Grandmaster; her skill level is already comparable to when the young lady was still alive.
"uh-huh?"
Murong Fu shrugged.
Granny Sun shook her head and said, "Young master, you should go back to sleep. You can leave this place to me."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work."
Murong Fu smiled slightly and walked past him.
Early the next morning.
The Mongol army surrounded the gate of the Quanzhen Sect.
"You bastards, you've gone too far!"
"Didn't we say we were withdrawing yesterday? Why are they here again?"
"Hero Guo, come quickly! The Mongol army is coming again."
The Taoist priests all chimed in, each offering their own opinion, and were all indignant.
The martial arts practitioners at the foot of the mountain were also annoyed. They were all waiting to participate in the Quanzhen Sect's assessment and join the sect, but they were delayed because of the Mongol army.
Chongyang Palace.
The Seven Masters of Quanzhen were talking with Guo Jing when they suddenly received a report that the Mongol army had arrived again.
Ma Yu frowned deeply. He was Guo Jing's nominal master, but at this moment he had to listen to Guo Jing's opinion: "Jing'er, what do you think?"
Guo Jing was also troubled. He was a late-stage Grandmaster and was not afraid of being surrounded by a large army, but the Quanzhen Sect had many ordinary Taoists with low martial arts skills, making it difficult for them to survive under the Mongol cavalry.
A full-scale conflict with the Mongol army would result in rivers of blood.
Guo Jing calmly said, "Yesterday, Huo Du promised to withdraw his troops, but today he broke his promise. I'll go and meet him."
The Seven Masters of Quanzhen exchanged glances and all frowned.
All seven are at the early stage of Grandmaster, and are not very strong in one-on-one combat. However, if they use the Big Dipper Formation, they can fight against even the peak Grandmaster.
But they also had a headache when facing the Mongol cavalry.
Military battles and martial arts duels are two different things.
Sun Bu'er sighed, "If Master were still here, we wouldn't have been bullied by these Mongol barbarians."
Hao Datong also said, "If Uncle Zhou were here, things wouldn't have come to this."
Ma Yu waved his hand and said, "Alright, stop talking. Let's go and see. It's just a matter of dealing with whatever comes our way."
...
The Ancient Tomb School.
Murong Fu sat on the edge of the bed, his left arm around Li Mochou and his right arm around Xiaolongnu. The two women each held their daughters, their eyes filled with happiness.
Regardless of the raging floods outside, I'm content with my wife, children, and warm bed, enjoying the blissful life of having multiple wives and concubines.
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