Gusu South Murong

The end of the hero meeting, followed by the shock of the entire Jianghu, the abbot of the Shaolin School and the heads of each academy, plus the famous Beiqiao Peak in the Jianghu martial arts, many people who have been famous for a long time, everyone It can be said that they are decisive masters in the Jianghu, but under Murong Fu's terrifying strength, these people were defeated in his hands one by one!

Defeat Xuanci first, and then defeat the first three Xuanci generation, if the people in the front are more hydrated, then Xu Zhu, Xiao Feng and his sons in the back are all real masters, even so, they are still defeated by Murong Fu However, such a powerful record that can hardly be described in any words makes any force, any person in the martial arts world have to bow their heads to it.

The news that Murong Fu lost consecutively to the Shaolin abbot and the heads of each academy in the Shaolin Heroes Conference, spread like a wild storm in the entire martial arts world in just half a day, but this public opinion centered on the Shaolin sect , Scattered towards the north and south, and overseas places.

Now, wherever there are martial arts people, no matter in teahouses, restaurants, or some lively places, everyone is talking about Murong Fu's achievements, and everyone enjoys it.

All of a sudden, Murong Fu's reputation skyrocketed. If before, his identity was limited to South Murong and North Qiaofeng, the leading figure of the younger generation of martial arts in Jianghu, now, he can completely compete with those peak figures in Jianghu. on a par.

Even many martial arts rookies who are about the same age as Murong Fu feel an inexplicable pressure, feeling both happy and sad in their hearts.The good thing is that they live in the same era as these masters.Sadly.In this life, perhaps we can only live under its sharp edge.

However, Murong Fu didn't know anything about the shock in the Jianghu. At this moment, he was still standing under the locust tree with Abi and Wang Yuyan, quietly watching how the sweeping monk healed Xiao Yuanshan's injury!

At this moment, as the pain on Xiao Yuanshan's face gradually weakened, Xiao Feng also breathed a sigh of relief.Even if he was as strong as him, when he saw Xiao Yuanshan's situation gradually improving, he was relieved, but at the same time he felt a little tired.

"It seems that my father's condition is gradually improving!"

Xiao Feng stared straight at Xiao Yuanshan in front of the sweeping monk, seeing the pain on his face gradually subsided, after a while, he finally let out a long breath and said.

"En. You are right. Look at his face at the moment. It has obviously changed!" Murong Fu who was beside him nodded slowly. With his concentration, he saw Xiao Yuanshan gradually calm down. There was also a little surprise on the face.

The worry on Xiao Feng's face slowly subsided, he looked at the sweeping monk and said with a smile: "Unexpectedly, this senior really has such a means to let my father get rid of the painful torture!" Only now Xiao Feng slowly realized that this suddenly The sweeping old monk who appeared out of nowhere was indeed a terrifying hidden world master!

Regarding this, Murong Fu also slightly nodded his head. In the whole world, if he can cure Xiao Yuanshan's old troubles, there is probably only one monk who sweeps the floor. With this level of strength, even Murong Fu, who has already perfected his skills, would sigh to himself. Not as good!

During the conversation between the two, Xiao Yuanshan, who had kept his eyes closed all the time, was full of pain, his face gradually turned pale, and then he opened it slowly, and then saw Xiao Feng in front of him at a glance, and felt quite strange at the moment He glanced around and asked in confusion, "Feng'er, why am I here?"

"Father, I brought you here and begged this senior to heal your old wounds!" Xiao Feng shook his head with a smile, then looked at Xiao Yuanshan and said, "How do you feel? Is there any discomfort?"

Hearing this, Xiao Yuanshan also frowned tightly, his mind quickly inspected the body, feeling the internal force in the body, the strong and powerful flow slowly in the limbs, this kind of full and comfortable feeling made Xiao Yuanshan a little stunned , since suffering from severe pain, Xiao Yuanshan has not felt so comfortable today for a long time, but other than that, he didn't find anything wrong!

Immediately, Xiao Yuanshan seemed to have thought of something, and violently tore off the robe on his body with his palm. Immediately, the wolf head tattooed on the chest appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Small and large erythema can be seen overnight, but the erythema has completely disappeared.

Xiao Feng was also a little shocked, the red spot the size of a teacup bowl was obviously the source of Xiao Yuanshan's pain, but now that the red spot disappeared, it naturally meant that the old wounds accumulated in Xiao Yuanshan's body were completely wiped out by the sweeping monk up...

Seeing Xiao Yuanshan who had checked carefully and found nothing wrong, the sweeping monk showed no expression at all, as if he had been mentally prepared for this result, and immediately stared at the latter with burning eyes, slowly Slowly said: "Amitabha, I congratulate Old Benefactor Xiao on his recovery from his illness!"

After finishing speaking, Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng knelt down in front of the sweeping monk together: "Thank you for saving my life today!"

The sweeping monk turned to Xiao Yuanshan, clasped his hands together, and said: "Please, benefactor, I asked old benefactor Xiao a word: at this moment, old benefactor Xiao's internal injury has been healed. ?”

Hearing what the sweeping monk said, Xiao Yuanshan clenched his fists tightly, his eyes flickering fiercely. After a while, he suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "The monk must be telling me to let go of my hatred. ?”

"I don't dare to ask the old benefactor to let go of his hatred, but when will the grievance be repaid?" The sweeping monk stared at Xiao Yuanshan tightly, and said softly: "If the family members of the person you killed come to take revenge on you, you What will happen?"

Xiao Yuanshan sighed lightly, but didn't speak!

Seeing this, the sweeping monk shook his head slightly, then raised his head and looked at the wooden house not far away, and said indifferently: "Bo'er, do you want to continue to escape?"

As the sound of these words fell, there was only a sound of "creak!", but the tightly closed wooden house was slowly pushed open, and then the eyes were fixed on the door in an instant.

At this moment, a figure came out slowly from the inside. The sun shone down on him, revealing a face with clear eyes and long white eyebrows. As the door gradually opened, this old figure walked slowly. And then, at this moment, he was frowning slightly, shaking his head and sighing softly.

Xiao Yuanshan's eyes paused for a moment on that figure, and then quickly moved up. Looking at that figure, he couldn't help being slightly distracted. For some reason, he always felt that this face had a feeling of deja vu. how to recall.But I still can't think of where I've seen it.

This person sighed softly, but turned his eyes to the sweeping monk, and said with a wry smile: "I'm running away like this, but I don't know how to face them!"

The sweeping monk glanced at this person lightly, shook his head slightly, and then said: "You know, some things, no matter how you avoid them, you still need to face the reality. Avoidance will never solve the problem!"

"You're right, what reason do I have to avoid the mistakes I made back then?" Looking at the sweeping monk in front of him, Murong Bo also sighed softly, turned his head and looked at Xiao Yuanshan.

At this moment, Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan suddenly said at the same time: "You..." But as soon as the word "you" was uttered, the two of them stopped immediately, and after a while, Xiao Yuanshan said: "Who are you? Why did I treat you so badly?" A familiar feeling?"

Murong Bo had already recognized Xiao Yuanshan from Xiao Yuanshan's attire. He was the black-clothed monk who had fought against him three times before, but the Murong Bo in front of him, regardless of his clothes or his powerless appearance, had nothing to do with him. The grey-clothed monk back then was very different, so Xiao Yuanshan was no one out of Murong Bo!

Murong Bo, who hadn't spoken for a long time, finally sighed dejectedly, waved his hands, and said: "Hey, the great enemy you have been looking for day and night is right in front of you right now, yet you don't recognize who I am!"

"It's you?" Xiao Yuanshan's eyes were about to burst into flames, he suppressed the killing intent in his heart, and tried to calm down his voice: "It was you who sent the fake news that day, causing Abbot Xuanci, Wang Jiantong and others to kill my wife , Subordinate? You are not dead?"

Facing Xiao Yuanshan's furious expression, Murong Bo's expression was also uncertain, and after a little silence, he said: "Yes, I did indeed do what happened back then, and I didn't die..." (To be continued...)