The beginning of Tianlong is second to Murong Fu

Chapter 67

In front of Shaolin Temple.

With a hissing sound, the Hummer stopped at the door, because someone blocked the door unintentionally, and it was an acquaintance.

"Owner."

Meizhu Erjian, who was driving the car, yelled softly.

Xiao Jun, who was chatting and laughing with Wang Yuyan in the car, heard the sound of the two swords of plum and bamboo, frowned, pushed open the door of the car, and then saw a figure slipping out of the temple.

"Who did I think it was? It turned out to be your grandson?"

Xiao Jun looked at the man who ran out of Shaolin Temple in a panic, twitched his lips and said, his eyes were full of disgust.

This person is none other than Quan Guanqing, the chief culprit leading the battle of the century.

"Master, please come in."

Quan Guanqing lowered his head, stepped aside, and said respectfully, as if he was pretending he didn't hear anything.

"I scolded you, why don't you talk back?"

Xiao Jun looked at Quan Guanqing, couldn't help but sneered, and asked lightly.

"The master is highly respected, how could he scold others? I didn't hear it."

Quan Guanqing said seriously, it was just like the real thing.

"Holy shit, are you really going to give me back? Why, you are not very good? Didn't you want to use You Tanzhi to challenge Shaolin to dominate the martial arts world? Why are you now a coward? Are you going to run away?"

Xiao Jun stood on the shaft of the car, condescendingly looked down at Quan Guanqing who was standing by the door, and said with disdain.

"Master was joking, I'm here to find the disciples who got lost at the bottom of the mountain, and take them up the mountain."

Quan Guanqing shook his head, said with a smile, but still dare not look into Xiao Jun's eyes.

It seems that when Ding Chunqiu was killed at the foot of the mountain, Quan Guanqing had already seen Xiao Jun's skill, so he was so submissive.

"Nonsense, there is no one at the foot of the mountain, I have seen it for you, let's go, let's go in."

Xiao Jun looked at Quan Guanqing and said coldly.

He remembered that in the original plot, Quan Guanqing also saw that the situation was over, and then slipped away quietly.

It's really a dog who can't change eating shit.

Quan Guanqing hesitated, but walked back inside helplessly.

Xiao Jun stood on the shaft of the chariot, motioning for the two swords of plum and bamboo to move on.

But as soon as the carriage moved, Quan Guanqing suddenly turned around and fled towards the outside of the temple, like a runaway mouse.

"Where is Master Quan going?"

While speaking, Xiao Jun had already jumped, passed the carriage, and appeared in front of Quan Guanqing like lightning, looked at Quan Guanqing with a sneer, and said lightly.

He knew a long time ago that this bastard would never dare to go back, because going back would mean death, and the beggars would not let him go.

Quan Guanqing didn't talk to him this time, and his speed didn't slow down. He wanted to bypass Xiao Jun and flee to the other side, but he seemed to be thinking too simply.

"act recklessly!"

Xiao Jun snarled, and in a flash, he appeared in front of Quan Guanqing once again. With a wave of his palm, he slapped Quan Guanqing into the air, and smashed it heavily in front of the temple gate. He returned to the beginning. Location.

"Either be killed by me, or go back to the beggar gang and accept the disposal of the beggar gang, you choose."

Xiao Jun walked up to Quan Guanqing slowly, curled his lips and said in disdain.

Quan Guanqing coughed violently a few times, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, obediently got up from the ground, and began to walk inside again, not daring to have the slightest intention of running away.

Xiao Jun didn't really want to kill him, otherwise the palm just now was enough to kill Quan Guanqing.

At this time, outside the Sutra Pavilion, there was already a sea of ​​people. All schools and sects of the Central Plains martial arts followed Qiao Feng and Murong Fu and his son to catch up here. They wanted to see it quickly. The duel between masters seemed to be an impossible game wherever you went. What a show.

A group of monks from the Shaolin Temple surrounded the courtyard of the Buddhist scripture pavilion, guarded three floors inside and three floors outside, and did not allow anyone to break in without authorization.

With so many people going in, if someone stole the martial arts classics in the Sutra Pavilion and went out, wouldn't the world be in chaos.

At the outermost edge of the crowd, Xiao Jun stood on top of the Humvee, looked at the crowd of onlookers, and couldn't help shaking his head.

Why do people like to watch the excitement so much, whether it is ancient or modern?It seems that watching other people's good shows is always a lot of fun.

Quan Guanqing had already handed it over to the Beggar Gang, and he didn't pay much attention to that kind of shrimp. If he didn't really hate it too much, he didn't want to let the eight bastards slip away like that, he wouldn't bother to care about it.

Xiao Jun's real goal is the big BOOS, the sweeping monk. As long as he wins against the sweeping monk, he will be the real number one in the world, and it will not be in vain to come to the world of Tianlong.

On the roof of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Qiao Feng and his son and Murong Fu and his son fought together. Among the four, Qiao Feng was the strongest. Murong Fu was no match at all, and only Murong Bo could barely fight Qiao Feng. It was a tie, so it seemed that father and son were against father and son, but Murong Fu and his son were obviously at a disadvantage.

After dozens of rounds, the four of them separated again. Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were clearly exhausted and seemed to be feeling unwell. Only Qiao Feng was still the same as before, glaring at Murong Bo with a murderous expression. If it wasn't for Xiao Yuanshan's strange behavior , It is estimated that it has already rushed up again.

"Brother Xiao, why do you and I have to fight to the point of life and death? The person who killed your whole family is not the old man, you shouldn't seek revenge from me."

Murong Bo looked at Xiao Yuanshan, calmed down his breath, and said seriously.

"If you hadn't spread the news falsely, how could the Central Plains Wulin send more than a dozen masters to ambush me! You are the culprit!"

Xiao Yuanshan panted and said, his eyes were full of hatred.

"Others don't know my intentions, but you shouldn't know! The reason why I did this is for the eternal foundation of the Liao Kingdom!"

Murong Bo looked at Xiao Yuanshan seriously and said.

"It's nonsense. You are not from the Liao Kingdom. What are you talking about about the eternal foundation of the Liao Kingdom? I think you are doing it for your Great Yan Kingdom! You speak so grandly!"

Xiao Yuanshan scoffed at Murong Bo's words.

"That's right, I want to revive Dayan, but it's hard to do it alone. If you and I join hands to pull out the powerful enemy of Song Dynasty and help me recover Dayan, then Tubo, Dali, and Xixia will be wiped out. In the end, Daliao and I will be defeated." Wouldn't it be great for the Great Yan to divide the world together?"

Murong Bo said with a pious face.

After hearing Murong Bo's words, Xiao Yuanshan suddenly became silent and began to hesitate.Because of his wife's tragic death, Xiao Yuanshan now hated the entire Great Song to the bone, not to mention for the sake of Daliao, the temptation to destroy the Great Song was enough to tempt him.

"How can the revenge of killing one's mother be traded! What does it have to do with me if you want to revive Dayan? Don't use these sweet words to deceive! You father and son are full of scheming, and your words are nice, but your heart has long been rotten. Dad, Don't trust them, no matter what, I will avenge my lord mother! Kill that old thief Murong!"

Qiao Feng looked at Murong Bo coldly, and shouted angrily.

As soon as the voice fell, preparations were made to make a move.

(End of this chapter)