Become a disciple of Huashan, but the Sword Sect

Chapter 222 Northern Xiao Feng, Southern Murong

Murong Bo gritted his teeth and said, "What's wrong with me?"

"Too many people have died because of you." Yan Bugui turned to look at Master Xuanji: "Master Abbot, please invite Xuanci out."

Master Xuanji couldn't help but look troubled: "Senior Brother Xuanci is thinking about his mistakes in front of the wall and it is inconvenient to go out."

"Amitabha." With the name of the Buddha, a kind-faced old monk slowly walked out of the gate of Shaolin Temple.

"Senior brother, you..." Master Xuanji was stunned.

The person who came was none other than Xuanci.

"Is there any reason for an old friend to visit me without seeing him? Donor Murong, I haven't seen you for many years, how are you doing here?" out.

"My life is at stake, why should the old abbot ask this question?" Murong Bo said with resentment. If Shaolin hadn't been free to hold this kind of hero conference, how could Murong have fallen like this.

Xuanci sighed: "Back then, you falsely sent a message that Khitan warriors were coming to Shaolin to steal martial arts secrets, which caused us to kill a good person by mistake and make a big mistake.

"This!!!" Murong Bo didn't expect it, Xuan Ci didn't expect it, and almost everyone present didn't expect it.

"Fu'er, let's go." Seeing that there were more and more powerful enemies, Murong Bo took Murong Fu's arm and rushed out while everyone was distracted.

"Then today is your day of death. I guess you don't have any objections, old thief Murong." Suddenly there was a loud shout and a black figure flew out of the Shaolin Temple.

Xiao Feng pulled open his clothes, revealing the green wolf head on his chest with his teeth exposed.

Xiao Yuanshan laughed loudly and said: "Good boy, good boy, I am your father.

Murong Boli said confidently: "As a descendant of the royal family of the Yan Kingdom, what is wrong with me in trying to regain my homeland?"

The two stood side by side, and suddenly they looked up to the sky and roared at the same time. The sound was like a roaring wind, which spread far away and made the valley roar. Thousands of heroes heard it and shuddered.

I always thought that you were also deceived, but I didn't expect that what you were planning was so big. "

Murong Bo frowned: "Brother, I have known each other for thirty years and borrowed scriptures from the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion. Why did you suddenly fall out today? What offended me?"

"That's right?" Murong Bo sneered, "It's only my fault that you shouldn't have sent him to Yanziwu."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pulled open his chest, revealing a tattooed wolf head.

He has a gray beard and looks to be in his sixties.

"You...you are my father?" The person who came was none other than Xiao Feng.

Under the mask, there turned out to be a face that was indistinguishable from Qiao Feng.

His dress was very different from Murong Bo's, with black monk's robes and a black cloth covering his face.

Xuanci suddenly realized: "It turns out to be Mr. Xiao Yuanshan."

Suddenly, a burly figure jumped over everyone's heads and stopped in front of Xiao Yuanshan.

We have the same body shape and appearance as a father and a son. No one needs to look at me to know that I am your father. "

Xuanci asked: "I guess it is because I, Junior Brother Xuanbei, found some clues in your mansion that I was killed by the benefactor?"

Xuanji and other Shaolin monks were shocked. It would take thirty years for the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion to be lost.

"Look who I am." Monk Hei Ni took off his face covering, revealing a rough face with big square ears, a majestic appearance and a beard.

Forced by the desire to survive, the two's Qinggong exceeded the limit.

Before the heroes could react, they were already twenty feet away.

When they set out, it was Murong Bo who led Murong Fu, but now it's the other way around.

Murong Fu's own internal strength, which he practiced diligently for more than twenty years, plus the internal strength of Wu Yazi Li Qiu Shui, meant that he had a total of ninety years of cultivation.

Using this foundation to perform Qing Gong with all your strength is the same as flying close to the ground.

However, they are fast and there are people faster than them!
Yan Bugui launched his 'Shen Feng Xing', and his movement technique swept past the father and son like a strong wind passing by.

"Leave me here!" Yan Bugui volleyed and pushed out with a 'Shocking Baili' palm. The power of the palm surged out like an overwhelming force.

The father and son couldn't bear to be surprised, and used 'Star Shift' at the same time to successfully resolve the Dragon Subduing Palm. But because of this, he was stopped by Yan Bugui again.

Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng followed closely, blocking their retreat.

Murong Fu glanced at the three of them with cold eyes: "What, do you want to bully the minority with more people? Xiao Feng, Yan, old thief Xiao, come together, why should I, Murong Fu, be afraid!"

Xiao Yuanshan snorted coldly: "The hatred of killing your wife is irreconcilable. Today is not a competition of martial arts. We will fight until death. Who can tell you the rules of the world?"

"Dad, wait a minute." Xiao Feng said solemnly: "They are father and son, and we are also father and son. In this case, let's let them die and be convinced."

He turned his eyes to Yan Bugui: "Brother, I haven't seen you for more than a year, and I haven't had time to say hello to you.

It will be up to us, the two of us, to avenge our mother's death in person. Please help us hold on to the battle. "

"Okay! I wish you success." Yan Bugui untied the wine gourd from his waist, opened the lid, took a sip, and threw it to Xiao Feng. Xiao Feng took the gourd of wine, raised his head and drank heavily. The strong wine went into his throat. He suddenly felt proud and laughed loudly: "Good wine."

He turned around and handed the wine gourd to Xiao Yuanshan.

The father and son look similar, and their temperament seems to be from the same mold.

After taking a swig, Xiao Yuanshan threw the wine gourd back to Yan Bugui: "It is indeed good wine!"

Yan Bugui said: "When you finish fighting, let's get drunk together."

Murong Fu looked at him with a gloomy face and a sneer on his lips. He was disdainful but also slightly envious and jealous.

In terms of status, there is no difference between the Xiao father and his son. They are both foreigners.

But none of them, the Murong clan, had a friend as sincere and sincere as Yan Bugui.

"Stop talking nonsense and accept death." Murong Fu moved his fingers together and reached towards Xiao Yuanshan through the air.

The older he gets, the stronger his skills become. He wants to leave Xiao Feng, who is easy to deal with, to his father.

However, Xiao Feng had the same idea. Without moving, Xiao Yuanshan took action and rushed towards Murong Fu.

call!
The wind from his palm surged, and he took action boldly when he saw the dragon in the field.

The strength of their palms and fingers collided, and the two people who took action swayed, evenly matched.

"Impossible!" Murong Fu's eyes widened. With nearly a hundred years of skill, he couldn't defeat Xiao Feng.

He really couldn't believe it, so he immediately stepped forward and struck out with an angry palm.

Xiao Feng was not afraid and used the "Dragon Fighting in the Wild" move to face the opponent head-on.

boom!
The two palms met each other, and their real powers clashed, causing a thunderous explosion.

Once again, it’s hard to tell!

During this year, while Xiao Feng worked hard to find the person who gave Xuan Ci the false news, he also did not forget to practice the "Shenzhen Sutra".

Although he does not have the assistance of Ice Silkworm, his talent is not comparable to that of You TanZhi.

It can be said that his physical skills have improved by leaps and bounds! In addition, Yan Bugui's sip of wine aroused the natural bravery in his bones and made him even more powerful.

In the face of a great feud, Xiao Feng showed no mercy and pushed out the Dragon Subduing Palm in a steady stream, with overwhelming force.

Qiao Feng in the north and Murong in the south are equally famous in the world. But people assume that the one with the first name is stronger.

Murong Fu has always been unconvinced by this. Today, in front of the heroes of the world, how can he be willing to lag behind others?

The opponent was attacking with palm after palm, so he responded with palms to fight head-on.

Whether the Gusu Murong clan intended to rebel or Murong Bo falsely spread the news, they were no longer tolerated in the martial arts world of the Central Plains.

Today's situation is life or death, Murong Fu vows to defeat Xiao Feng.

Even if you die, you must not fall down cowardly.

bang bang bang...

The sound of palm strikes resounded endlessly between the two of them.

the other side.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo also started a fierce battle. They were equally matched and it was hard to tell who was the winner.

They all used Shaolin martial arts secretly learned from the Sutra Pavilion.

They exchanged more than thirty moves, but none of the martial arts used was repeated.

Not far away, the eminent monks of the Xuan generation of Shaolin all had solemn expressions on their faces.

Xuanci said: "These two people have been lurking in this temple for decades, but all the monks up and down us are ignorant and unaware of them. They are really incompetent."

Master Xuanji solemnly said: "These two are both foreigners from foreign countries. It would be a small matter for our martial arts to be leaked, but it would be a big thing to endanger the people of the Central Plains.

Send an order to mobilize all the monks in the temple to guard the mountain roads. These two people will not be allowed to go down Shaoshi Mountain today. "

Yan Bugui was watching the battle from the sidelines and was immediately attracted by the movement in Shaolin Temple.

He put his hands behind his back and suddenly came to Xuan Ci again.

"Xuanci, someone asked me to say hello to you before he died."

"May I ask who the benefactor is?" Xuanci couldn't help but be surprised, always feeling that Yan Bu's return was not a good one.

Yan Bugui said word by word: "Ye, Er, mother!"

(End of this chapter)