Murong Fu's words were actually said to the Central Plains martial arts figures, so that no matter whether they win or lose, they can properly buy the hearts of the Central Plains heroes, except for a few people with sharp eyes and quick minds, it is basically difficult to see Murong Fu's true thoughts. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sure enough, as soon as he said this, the applause was thunderous.

Although Qiao Feng is a Khitan, everyone is still very jealous of his kung fu, who dares to challenge it easily?

Now that someone has become this up-and-coming bird, and it is the famous Gusu Murong in the rivers and lakes, everyone is in high spirits.

For a long time, the rivers and lakes have stood side by side with Murong in the south and Qiao Feng in the north, and now you can see Murong Zhan Qiao Feng, which is really worth the trip.

Even if Murong Fu loses in the end, then at least he can suppress Qiao Feng's prestige on the stage, consume a lot of the opponent's strength, and it will be much easier to fight this Khitan people.

For a while, the cheers and applause resounded throughout the four fields.

Haoxue watched coldly, so he didn't bother to care about Murong Fu's death-making behavior.

South Murong North Qiao Feng?

Only after the fight did I know that the gap between Murong Fu and Qiao Feng was ...... Well, just like the gap between Qiao Feng and himself now, it is very difficult to achieve.

The facts were similar to what Hao Xue expected, under the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, Murong Fu soon fell into a situation of being passively beaten, and he himself seemed to have unexpected that the gap between his real martial arts and Qiao Feng's martial arts had reached such a point.

Kanglong has regrets! See the dragon in the field!

The more Qiao Feng fought, the more energetic he became, and regardless of the voices around him that were originally cheering for Murong Fu, they were all dumb now, and they were so powerful that they abused Murong Fu into a dog.

"Go ahead!"

In the end, he saw a vacancy, reached out and grabbed the "Divine Dao Acupoint" in Murong Fu's heart, and threw it hard, throwing Murong Fu seven or eight feet away.

Murong Fu straightened his waist in the air and planned to stand firm, but he didn't expect Qiao Feng's grasp, and the internal force penetrated all the meridians, and he couldn't relieve the paralysis of his hands and feet in an instant, and he fell all over his life, and his posture was embarrassed.

In front of the heroes of the world, being hung and beaten to this point, Murong Fu's face was like ashes, as soon as he reached out and grabbed the long sword at his waist, he wiped his neck if he didn't agree with him.

Sou!

The sound of breaking the sky sounded, and a hidden weapon came from afar, knocking away Murong Fu's suicidal long sword, only to see a gray-clothed monk standing on the hillside, his face covered with a gray cloth.

"Do you have a son?"

The gray-clothed monk came to Murong Fu's side and asked in a deep voice.

"Nope."

"Do you have an ancestor?"

Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, and said angrily: "Of course there is, what does it matter to you!" ”

"Humph!"

The gray-clothed monk said: "Your great ancestor had sons, your great-grandfather, grandfather, and father all had sons, but you didn't. Hey! What heroes Murong Ke, Murong Chui, and Murong De were in the Great Yan Kingdom, and in the end they ended up being extinct and peerless!

Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, just feeling a little enlightened, so he listened to Haoxue next to him laugh and said casually:

"Murong Bo, don't pretend to be forced, hurry up and recognize your son!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was shocked.

Murong Bo?!

Murong Fu was even more shocked, looking at the gray-clothed monk in front of him, the more he looked at it, the more familiar he became.

"Daddy! You...... Not dead? It's so good, it's so good!! ”

For a long time, Murong Fu has been burdened with too much pressure, and the Yan Kingdom has long been in decline for an unknown number of years, and it is so difficult to recover it by himself!

If there is no such thing, how comfortable would it be for him to be his free son?

Just for this family-style expectation, Murong Fu was too tired.

Now seeing that Murong Bo is still in the world, most of the pressure is suddenly relieved, and he can't help but cry.

"What does crying look like? I, a descendant of Dayan, how can I have such an unscrupulous descendant as you! ”

was poked out of his identity, and the gray-clothed monk simply lifted his mask, revealing a face with clear eyes and white eyebrows, and it was indeed Murong Bo, who had disappeared for many years.

There were also some old people present who recognized Murong Bo, and they all exclaimed, they never expected that this person would be able to come back from the dead, and he was recognized by Haoxue in Dali.

Murong Fu was puzzled: "Daddy, since you are not dead, why are you ......?"

"I'll tell you."

Haoxue said with a smile: "Your father faked a message and provoked an ambush at Yanmen Pass, the ultimate goal is to form irreparable injuries between the Song Liao warriors, and your Great Yan Kingdom will be able to profit from it." But as soon as this incident comes out, your father won't be able to mix in the Central Plains martial arts, and many people will have to ask for guilt. At this time, you can only fake your death, and if you die, others will not dig deeper. ”

"Then, the reputation of the Murong clan will not be affected, you can still continue your great cause of rejuvenation, otherwise the entire Central Plains Martial Arts will be your enemy, and you will still revive a fart!"

Murong Fu suddenly realized, looked at the expression on Murong Bo's face, and knew that this Hao Gongzi's analysis was not bad at all.

Father really worked hard to revive Dayan, and did not hesitate to give up everything. In comparison, I am still far behind, and I have a long way to go!

Haoxue's remarks were heard clearly by everyone.

Gusu Murong turned out to be a descendant of the emperor, and he had a big plot.

The battle of Yanmen Pass killed many innocent lives, and tracing back to the source, it turned out to be the driving force behind Murong Bo.

For a while, the hatred of the Murong clan was bursting, and many people looked at them angrily, if it weren't for the fact that this father and son were good at martial arts, they would have come forward to question and fight.

Murong Bo listened quietly, and did not argue, turning to Hao Xuedao:

"This prince Hao is the son of the king of Zhennan in Dali? But I don't know how I know so much about my husband at such a young age? The old man has been invisible in Shaolin for decades, and he didn't show any horse's feet when he asked himself, even if things were not done perfectly, it shouldn't be a little doll like you who can know the clues. I think, even if it is your father, Zhennan Wang Hao Zhengchun, he doesn't necessarily know everything about things other than Dali, right? ”

Hao Zhengchun really shook his head, saying that he didn't know, but at the same time, he also took a step forward, and his intention to protect his son was very obvious.

Although Murong Fu once proved to him that Haoxue was not his biological son, the grace of decades of nurturing was not trivial after all.

Haoxue smiled: "There are not all people here, Murong Bo, let's go see old friends together!" He was so miserable by you, and it's time for this grievance to finally be resolved. ”

Friends?

Murong Bo was stunned for a moment, and then thought of that person as well.

However, the strange thing is that after that guy returned to Shaolin Temple a while ago, he couldn't move anymore, which is very strange to say.

Murong Bo fought with him for a lifetime, saying that he was afraid that he would definitely not be able to talk about it, and when he heard the words, he followed Haoxue's footsteps and flew away.

Qiao Feng and the others didn't know why, and they also subconsciously kept up, but those who were weaker in martial arts were not qualified to keep up with the speed of Haoxue.

(To be continued.) )