Haha, Murong Fu stopped and said to Tianshan Tonglao: "Have you discovered it? My Qiankun Wanhua Hand is a skill that is transformed from martial arts such as Tianshan Zhemei Hand. It can transform the world's martial arts for yourself, and at the same time it can also resolve the opponent's strength. I believe that the senior sister can detect the similarities in it!"

"The Qiankun Wanhua Hand, such a big tone, I just don't know if it deserves its reputation!" said the Tianshan Tonglao, but she did not doubt it anymore. After practicing the Tianshan Zhemei Hand for decades, with her eyesight, she could naturally see that Murong Fu's so-called Qiankun Wanhua Hand borrowed the Tianshan Zhemei Hand. It was just because of its exquisiteness that made her a little doubtful. She didn't know where Murong Fu got this martial art. He heard that he confessed to his own creation, and he felt a little surprised.

"Is it worthy of its name? I believe you have already experienced it. I wonder if my martial arts skills may take a little attention when my senior sister is reborn?" Murong Fu said, pointing out the purpose of this trip again.

Hearing him say this, Tianshan Tong Lao was not angry again this time, but said: "You have such martial arts. I think it's not a stinky maid sent to lurk. If she had such a helper, how could she still need to use tricks? Let me tell me how Wuyazi accepted you first, and let me hear the news about the little thief!"

With a smile, Murong Fu said, "I will naturally tell my senior sister about the news about Wuyazi. But he sent me here and said that my senior sister would teach martial arts. I wonder if my senior sister is willing to teach each other?"

He frowned. The Tianshan Tonglao seemed to be angry, but she seemed to remember something. She smiled and said, "If you want to learn, come with your senior sister. It is not easy to learn these martial arts." He immediately took Murong Fu and walked towards Lingjiu Palace.

Following the Tianshan Tonglao, Murong Fu and her walked quickly along the small path to the top of the peak. As they walked higher and higher, the white mist around them became thicker. In less than an hour, they had reached the peak of Piaomiao Peak. In the clouds and mist, there were pine trees. There were avenues paved with bluestone slabs on the ground. Each bluestone was about eight feet long and three feet wide, and very neatly arranged. It was extremely large to pave such a road, which seemed to be beyond the ability of the girls under Tonglao. It was expected that it was left by the predecessors. This bluestone safari was about two miles long. At the end of the stone path, a huge stone fort stood tall. There was a stone-carved violin on each side of the fort gate, which was more than three feet high, with sharp beaks and giant claws, and extraordinary virgins.

"The name of Lingjiu Palace should also come from this. This ancient castle is simple in appearance, and I don't know when it was built?" Murong Fu thought to himself. However, the Tianshan Tong Lao ignored the people who knelt down when he saw her in the palace and took him through the courtyard and into the backyard.

Knowing that the martial arts of Lingjiu Palace were engraved in the secret room, Murong Fu followed Tong Lao and saw her pulling the mechanical skull, moving away a rockery, and showing the entrance to the tunnel. The tunnel was pitch black, and the two of them did not lit the torch, jumping horizontally, avoiding the trap of pre-hidden hidden weapons, and kept walking. The tunnel was tortuous, circling down, and sometimes suddenly became clear, and a huge cave appeared. It can be seen that the tunnel was built on the natural cave in the belly of the mountain. Murong Fu thought to himself: "These tunnels, the construction of the caves is magnificent, at least for decades, and it consumed a lot of manpower and material resources. If it was not possible for these mothers and sisters in Lingjiu Palace to do, it was probably left by the old master."

After walking for more than two miles, Tong Lao reached out and pushed a rock on the left and said, "Martial arts are here, just look at it yourself!"

Murong Fu walked into the stone room and saw that the room was dim and almost blindly looking at the objects. Tong Lao did not light the candle. He pondered slightly, and with the light, he waved his strength. In the meantime, a fire brazier in the stone room lit up, illuminating the four walls of the room.

"Boy has good skills!" Tong Lao laughed, but he didn't stop him. Murong Fu looked up and saw that the four walls of rock were polished smoothly. The stone walls were carved with countless circles with diameters of about a foot long. Each circle was carved with various figures, some were portraits, some were beast-shaped, some were incomplete text, and some were just marks and lines. The circle was marked with numbers such as "A", "A two", "Ziyi", and "Zi2". If the number of circles does not exceed a thousand, there will be at least a hundred. Among them, the martial arts are more than those taught by Wuyazi, but I don't know if it was left by the predecessors of Lingjiu Palace.

Looking at the circle numbered "Jia Yi", Murong Fu recognized the first move of the Tianshan Plum Hand drawn, and said, "This is the 'Tianshan Plum Hand'." When looking at Jia Er, it was indeed the second move of the Tianshan Plum Hand. After looking at the Tianshan Plum Hand, it was the illustration of the Tianshan Plum Hand drawn, and it was the illustration of the Tianshan Plum Hand drawn. Wuyazi had previously taught him the secret of the song, and all of them were put into the circle.

With his eyes on his face, Murong Fu had no intention of staying at all. At the end, he frowned and returned to the Tonglao and said, "Sister Wizard, you must know that I came here for the eternal Changchun Kung Fu. I don't know where this magical skill was placed by you?"

Seeing that Murong Fu was not attracted by the martial arts on the stone wall, Tianshan Tong Lao was secretly surprised. The reason why she led Murong Fu here was to use the advanced martial arts here to test his martial arts. Unexpectedly, Murong Fu's level was as high as that of the martial arts on the stone wall, and he did not take these seriously at all. "In this way, that Qiankun Wanhua Hand may be really created by him. Even grandma, I cannot ignore these things." She thought to herself.

"The Changchun Gong was passed down by his master, so of course he was not here. If you want to learn, I can pass it to you. But you have to tell grandma about the little thief Wuyazi!" After confirming Murong Fu's identity, the Tianshan Tong Lao put down his doubts a little and said to him. In his words, he still hopes to get the news of Wuyazi as soon as possible. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!