"This Xiao Er doesn't know, it is said that it is a Jianghu sect that believes in the God of Light, claiming to bring light to the people of the Great Song Dynasty, knowing that the Khitan people are going to make a big fuss in Juxianzhuang, so he specially invited the artifact holy fire order to kill the Hu people, but I didn't expect that Xiao Feng was rescued by a man in black in the end. ”

Since then, the martial arts people in Jizhou and Zhongzhou have kept silent about this matter, just because the casualties in that bloody battle were too miserable, and everyone has no face to mention it again. Childe came from Fuzhou, and he didn't seem to look like a martial artist, so it was naturally impossible to hear any news. ”

After listening to Xiao Er's explanation, Ye Feng suddenly realized, no wonder he didn't hear any news along the way, it turned out to be like this.

Walking out of the Juxian Building, after Ye Feng returned to the guest room, he couldn't sleep anymore. I'm thinking about the Ming Sect King over and over again, because of the appearance of this Dharma King, it has obviously deviated from the plot.

Although Qiao Feng was rescued by Xiao Yuanshan in the end, the details have been changed.

After thinking about it for a long time, Ye Feng didn't come up with a reason, but then he was too tired to give up thinking about this problem and fell asleep in a daze.

Early the next morning, as soon as Ye Feng got up and washed, Hu Yanzhuo knocked on the door and asked Ye Feng to go out to eat, Ye Feng agreed, wiped his hands and face and walked to the hall outside to eat.

"My lord, I heard from the other diners in the restaurant just now, it seems that the battle of Juxianzhuang is over, do we still want to go there?" After breakfast, Hu Yanzhuo asked Ye Fengdao.

Ye Feng thought for a moment and nodded: "Although it's over, let's go and take a look." I've also inquired, and it seems that Mingjiao, oh, a Manichaean apologetic, has been there, so we might as well go and find out. ”

Although I missed this big battle, Juxianzhuang is a place where there has been a heavy stroke in Tianlong after all, and it is indeed a pity not to take a look.

And what Ye Feng wants to know most now is that his cheap 'nephew' Yama Enemy Divine Doctor Xue is still not there, if he is still here, he may be able to go to Drum Mountain in advance.

In this way, it will greatly shorten the time you have wasted here, and the whole world seems to be chaotic at the moment, so it is better to improve your cultivation as soon as possible.

"That's fine, I didn't expect the Manichaean hand to stretch out so long, it seems that these people are also deliberately trying to win over these charlatans. It is not too much for us to take a look, and we should make some preparations in advance, so that we will be helpless in the face of this Manichaeism in the future. ”

After thinking about it, Hu Yanzhuo agreed with Ye Feng's point of view.

A group of more than 20 people, riding horses and rushing to Juxianzhuang, everyone rested well, so along the way, the speed of the horse whip was raised to the limit, and soon came to the gate of Juxianzhuang.

Rumble...

"Murong Fu, it turned out to be you, what qualifications do you have to fight with the poor monk? You are just a defeated subordinate of the poor monk. Among you, the so-called North Qiao Feng and South Murong, North Qiao Feng avoided and did not fight, and South Murong, hum, is just a waste of fame. ”

Far away, Ye Feng and the others heard a person shouting loudly in Zhuangzi. Soon, there was a sound of fighting in the village.

"Amitabha, since the national teacher is also a believer in Buddhism, why not put down the butcher knife and go to Shaolin Temple with Lao Wei to explain one or two, so that you can not only clear the master's innocence, but also avoid killing. ”

"Hmph, Shaolin Temple, your Shaolin stunt, today can only exert its due power in the hands of the poor monk, what qualifications do you have for the poor monk to explain?"

"The poor monks know a lot of martial arts, and your Shaolin seventy-two stunts are only one or two of the poor monks. As for the incomparable robbery, it is a piece of cake. ”

When Ye Feng led people into the village, he found that Master Xuan Pain had blood on the corner of his mouth, and he should have been injured.

Only Murong Fu is still struggling to support him, but depending on the situation, it seems that he can't resist for long.

Take a closer look, the person who is fighting against Murong Fu on the other side, sure enough, is Gu Mozhi.

At this time, Gu Mozhi, while arrogantly answering Master Xuan's words, also fought against Murong Fu, which was simply at ease.

In the end, Murong Fu had no choice but to use it, and the family heirloom of the peerless fighting turned to the stars, but unexpectedly, Gu Mozhi used the Shaoze Sword and injured Murong Fu at once.

"Haha, today let you see the profound martial arts of the poor monks, the martial arts that the poor monks know, not only your Shaolin stunts, but even the six-vein divine sword of Dali Town, the poor monks are also at your fingertips. ”

Gu Mozhi laughed, looking like he didn't take the world in his eyes, which really made people angry.

It's just that at this time, Murong Fu and Master Xuan Pain have already been injured, and Bao is different and the two of them are even worse, and the two of them have already sat cross-legged on the ground and meditated. It seems that he was seriously injured, otherwise he would not have faced the enemy and was still healing.

"Who am I, isn't this the national teacher of Tubo, what's the matter? Do you have the leisure to come to my Central Plains to see the scenery today? I wonder if Ye is interested in being able to accompany the master for a while?"

Ye Feng was helpless in his heart, but looking at Hu Yanzhuo and the others around him, they all looked unconvinced and wanted to do something, so he could only stand up first.

Today's Ye Feng, facing Gu Mozhi, has no worries.

But his current focus is not on Jiu Mozhi at all, but on Murong Fu.

Who can tell him how Murong Fu, who had been buried by him with his own hands, suddenly came back to life.

And it seems that this Murong Fu doesn't seem to have any jealousy at all for his deep hatred for killing him at the beginning, as if he was facing Ye Feng like a nobody.

If it weren't for the beginning, absorbing Murong Fu's internal force would not have been fake, Ye Feng really doubted that the one who died was really Li Yanzong and not Murong Fu.

"Haha, it turns out that you stinky boy, you ran away in Dali last time, and this time you didn't run away from the poor monk so easily. If you know each other, hand over your set of swordsmanship and fist and foot kung fu, the poor monk sees that you are also a malleable talent, but you might as well accept you as an apprentice, otherwise, your life will stay here today. ”

Gu Mozhi turned his head to look and found that it was Ye Feng, and couldn't help laughing.

"Hehe, great monk, don't talk too much, don't forget, last time you and I fought for more than 100 rounds, you didn't take any advantage. ”

After speaking, Ye Feng leaned in front of Gu Mozhi, opened the door with both hands, and prepared to fight.

"Hmph, the last time the poor monk saw your kung fu for the first time, and it was a little unexpected that you took advantage of it. This time, the poor monk has already studied your martial arts, and you will not have a chance to escape again. ”

After Hatomo finished speaking, he rushed to attack. As soon as he made a move, it was the Shaolin stunt Mighty King Kong Palm, which didn't seem to want to talk nonsense with Ye Feng, and was bent on suppressing Ye Feng with his own strength realm.

This time when he fought with Gu Mozhi, Ye Feng couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

The heart said that the people in the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon, why do they all seem to be crazy? Could it be that every person here is a genius?