Wuxia's Supreme Lottery System / Wuxia's Super Big Boss

　　This palm strength is extremely thick and strong, and even the air is blown up. .

Chapter 2: It's All Here (4/[-])

　　No one thought of Su Ming's sudden action!

　　Murong Fu's expression changed, and he hurriedly drew his sword with his right hand.

　　"Humph!"

　　Su Ming snorted heavily, and the force of his palm blasted out, like the waves of the ocean, rolling in, completely shrouding Murong Fu under the force of his palm.

　　This shot was as fast as lightning, and Murong Fu didn't even have a chance to draw his sword.

　　Abbot Xuanci and others were all stunned.

　　"Boy, take it easy!"

　　Bang!

　　Suddenly, a burst of energy came from the sky, and the speed was unparalleled!

　　The figure flickered, and a man in black came out of the sky and slapped Su Ming with his palm.

　　The energy that came from breaking through the air was like a flash of lightning, forcing Su Ming to change his moves. In the light and flint, everyone saw the man in black make a move.

　　"It's you who's waiting!"

　　Su Ming was ready to change his moves. He turned around and greeted the man in black with a palm.

　　Bang!

　　The tyrannical energy wave erupted fiercely at the moment when the palms were docked.

　　The tyrannical wind, like a gust of wind sweeping leaves, swept in all directions.

　　The warriors within ten meters around were all smashed by the strong wind, and some of them with low internal strength even vomited blood and were unable to fight.

　　When he touched his palms, they parted. Su Ming was covered in robes, and he remained motionless.

　　And the man in black was directly knocked out and fell to the ground.

　　"Are you finally willing to show up?"

　　"It's been too hard to pretend to be dead for decades!"

　　Su Ming put his hands on his back, faced the man in black, and smiled coldly.

　　The man in black stood up, and the black face towel covering his nose and mouth had a dark mark, which was left by blood spurting from his mouth.

　　Abbot Xuanci stood up and said, "Amitabha, is it really you?"

　　These words sounded a bit inexplicable, but Su Ming knew what he meant.

　　"Hahaha, boy, you are really good at it. I have long heard that Su Ming is a master in the world today."

　　"Looking at it now, it really is extraordinary!"

　　The man in black laughed loudly, and then, his eyes swept across the crowd and fixed on Xiao Yuanshan.

　　"Old guy, in the past [-] years, you and I have played against each other several times, but there has never been a winner."

　　"Today, it seems that we want to settle old accounts and new accounts together!"

　　After all, he directly lifted the black cloth on his face.

　　Murong Bo!

　　It was Murong Fu's father, Murong Bo!

　　"It's really you!"

　　As soon as Xuanci saw his face, he was startled, put his hands together, and recited Amitabha Buddha.

　　"Father! Father!"

　　Seeing him, Murong Fu rushed over immediately, knelt down in front of him, and shouted loudly.

　　Although Murong Fu had never met his father, it was not difficult to recognize his father's portrait at home.

　　"Okay, good boy, get up!"

　　"My Murong family, starting from the emperors of Dayan, are all men who stand above the ground."

　　"You can't be an exception!"

　　Murong Bo grabbed Murong Fu. Although there was blood on the corner of his mouth, the light in his eyes showed that he was fine.

　　When he reached the realm of Murong Bo, he was cultivated all over his body, and he was able to participate in good fortune.

　　Su Ming's palm didn't kill him, so it was normal for him to carry it.

　　Su Ming turned around, faced Abbot Xuanci, and said, "Xuanci, you, the big brother who took the lead, who was bewitched by you back then, should you tell me?"

　　"For this person, you have carried the burden for [-] years, and it should be enough!"

　　Su Ming's words fell into Xuanci's heart.

　　Abbot Xuanci sighed slightly and said, "Su Ming, you are amazing!"

　　"To actually use such a method to force Mr. Murong to come out."

　　"That's right, I am the eldest brother who took the lead. The person who sent me the letter was Mr. Murong."

　　"But what if you knew about it?"

　　"It's nothing more than two more dead souls."

　　The dead souls that Abbot Xuanci spoke of were Qiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan.

　　In his opinion, Su Ming solved the mystery of life and death for Qiao Feng [-] years ago, and the purpose was to attract others to help him.

　　But with thousands of warriors on the scene, what would Su Ming do if he pulled down a few high-level martial arts masters?

　　Still can't fight.

　　"Hahaha... Xuanci, you keep saying that you are merciful, but it's just false benevolence and righteousness!"

　　"I, Qiao and Brother Su, hit it off at first sight, and we were deeply grateful for them."

　　"As long as I still have a breath, you can't even hurt him!"

　　Qiao Feng laughed out loud, his eyes swept over the numerous warriors present, causing those warriors to bow their heads one after another.

　　Many of the warriors present were just responding. Those who came to watch the fun were all plotted by Xuanci to deal with Su Ming. These people were the ones that Qiao Feng despised the most.

　　"Feng'er, you're right, I'm a Khitan, and the most important thing is loyalty!"

　　"However, we have to kill the two old men Murong Bo and Xuan Ci first, and then deal with the others!"

　　Xiao Yuanshan patted Qiao Feng's hand and said loudly.

　　"Okay, Dad, we haven't seen each other until thirty years later, and today we will fight side by side to kill the enemy for the dead mother!"

　　"it is good!"

　　Qiao Feng and his son stood side by side, facing Murong Bo, the tyrannical murderous aura had begun to surge.

　　The outbreak of this war is inevitable.

　　"Hahaha, don't panic, Mr. Murong, the little monk is here to help you!"

　　At this moment, a 467-person shadow leaped from the sky.

　　The tall figure, the tyrannical energy fluctuations, and the monk's dress appeared in front of everyone.

　　"Jumachi is here too."

　　Su Ming smiled indifferently, all the people he expected had come.

　　As soon as Jiu Mozhi arrived, Murong Bo was overjoyed.

　　"Dalun Ming Wang, I haven't seen you for many years, your skills are even more unfathomable." Murong Bo said with a smile.

　　At this time, the arrival of Jiu Mozhi was a huge help, and Murong Bo would naturally treat him with diligence.

　　Jiu Mozhi bowed deeply and said, "The little monk was instructed by his master and worked hard for [-] years, and finally achieved something."

　　"I came to Shaolin today. I didn't expect to meet Mr. Murong. It's really a little monk's honor."

　　"King Ming is very polite, but after today, I'm afraid you and I will be separated from yin and yang."

　　Murong Bo laughed at himself and shook his head.

　　"Mr. Murong, don't worry, the little monk is here to find justice. With the little monk here, if everyone joins forces, Qiao Feng and Su Ming will not be able to make a big deal."

　　Jiu Mozhi looked at Su Ming with hatred flashing in his eyes.

　　"Okay, with the help of King Ming, the odds of winning will be even greater." Murong Bo was cunning and cunning, and with just a few words, he attracted Jiu Mozhi.

　　Everyone present looked at Su Ming and Qiao Feng and the others beside him.

　　One by one, eyeing them, the swordsmen clenched tightly, ready to attack at any time. .

Chapter 3: Crushing Everything (4/[-])

　　In the Shaolin Temple, thousands of masters of various sects stared at Su Ming eagerly.

　　Su Ming looked calm, looked at everyone, and said lightly, "Abbot Xuanci is really amazing."

　　"With just a few words, everything was pushed onto me."

　　Abbot Xuanci's words were like putting aside [-] years of affairs.

　　Let everyone's eyes re-focus on Su Ming.

　　After all, Su Ming was the target of this Shaolin Temple martial arts conference.

　　"Hmph, it's not an exaggeration to kill a thousand knives with a demon like you. Abbot Xuanci is right to do this!"

　　"I, Duan Yu, seek justice for those who died in your hands today!"