I, Murong Fu, the spokesperson of Tiandao in the mixed martial arts world

"I wonder if Mr. Murong can contribute to the entire martial arts world and kill this person from Daliao?"

Hearing this voice, I looked around. I saw the three-character plaque of Shaolin Temple hanging above the door. There was a sea of ​​people around. Many people were wearing coarse linen clothes and had swords on their bodies.

"Is this filming?"The first thought in my mind, but I quickly rejected this guess.

There were no filming props around, and these actors felt that they didn't know any of them. And most of them felt like bandits, not modern people at all.

Looking around, they were right. The group in the center is a group of monks, led by a group of old monks. Different from the monks in the rear who wear gray robes, each of these old monks wears bright red Buddhist cassocks, obviously of high status. The leader among them has a kind-hearted look, but blood is bleeding from the corner of his mouth. Injured.

There are several people behind the monk. The leader is a middle-aged man. Although he is middle-aged, he has a heroic spirit and nobility. There is also a young and handsome man beside him.

In addition to this group of monks, there are three other people. Among the helpers, the largest group of beggars were those in coarse linen clothes and even holes. The strange thing was that the leader was wearing a hood, making it impossible to know his appearance. Next to this group of beggars was a group of sect disciples, these disciples were wearing Undoubtedly, they belong to the same sect. Their leader is a good-looking old man, with a neat white beard and gorgeous robes. His tall body does not appear old at all. He holds a goose feather fan, which adds to his appearance. The breath of dust seems to be the best explanation for the immortal wind.

The last group of people has the smallest number. Although each one is wearing the clothes of the Central Plains, the fierce breath is completely different from other martial arts people. They are not the kind of people in the martial arts. They are aggressive, but they are iron-blooded soldiers. These people's martial arts are average, but if they cooperate properly, even masters will suffer. The leader of this group of soldiers is also wearing coarse linen clothes, and there are many holes in his clothes. He looks square and upright, with a rather windy appearance, but he also has an air of self-reliance and dignity.

"Who are these people?"

And who am I? As I thought about it, a large number of memories came one after another.

I lost my father when I was young, and was severely disciplined by my mother. My mother also passed away at the age of three. Four uncles around me practiced martial arts with me, and The two girls are responsible for the daily life of the few of us.

There is also the cousin who has been accompanying me all the time. If she wants to practice martial arts, she forces herself to watch martial arts secret books.

I also know that she doesn't like it, but my life has been fixed for more than ten years.

A large number of memories were like a fleeting glance, and I seemed to have experienced Murong Fu's life.

Yes, I was Murong Fu, the fourth male lead in Tian Long Ba Bu, and also a tragic figure.

"No way, I am Murong Fu!"I feel helpless and troubled. Time travel is not uncommon these days, but can't you choose by yourself?

To be fair, Murong Fu's script is good. When he knew the plot, Murong Fu believed that he had many ways to get rid of the ending of the original work.

However, this turned out to be A world of mixed martial arts.

Yes, the memory in my mind told me that there was not only the Song Dynasty, but also the Ming Dynasty, Mongolia, Liao Dynasty and other countries. A thousand years ago, Patriarch Bodhidharma traveled to the Central Plains and left behind this thousand-year-old temple. Shaolin Temple.

Decades ago, Zhang Junbao, an abandoned disciple of Shaolin, became a legend in the world with his supreme talent. The Wudang he created was also the top power in the world.

Countless familiar figures such as the Iron Dan Lord of the Ming Dynasty and Shi Zhixuan of the Demon Gate were all in his mind. Appeared.

This script is too jumpy.

What’s more terrible is that more than half of the plot of Tian Long Ba Bu has passed, and I am at the corner of my life at this time.

If there is no accident, I will meet Zhuang Juxian and Ding Chunqiu later. We joined forces to face the God of War Xiao Feng.

However, the three of us were defeated one by one by the three Tianlong brothers and became each other's stepping stones.

"Are there any plug-ins? Do I have a golden finger? Brother Tong, are you there?"Murong Fu kept calling in his heart. When he thought of his own ending, he went crazy and became a fool living in his own world.

Such an ending is not worthy of his status as a time traveler.

"Ding, the Tiandao endorsement system is at your service. This system is world consciousness. What questions does the host have?"A clear sound sounded in my heart, it was my own system.

Let me just say, there is no time traveler without plug-ins. You should take a good look at the functions of this system.

"What can you give me, and you claim to be the consciousness of heaven, so what do you need from me?"Murong Fu asked anxiously. There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world. Only when you pay hard will you be rewarded.

The experience of our ancestors is applicable everywhere.