"It's you!" A masked man in a black robe suddenly jumped out, it was Qiao Feng's biological father Xiao Yuanshan, he slapped his palm on Murong Bo's waist with anger, and instantly abolished his martial arts.

Xiao Yuanshan recognized Murong Bo at a glance, he had met Murong Bo several times in the years he had been hiding in Shaolin Temple, and there had been three battles between the two, regardless of victory or defeat.

Where did Xiao Yuanshan think that this "fellow believer" who secretly learned martial arts with him and made progress together was the culprit who caused his family to be ruined.

"What enmity do I have with Your Excellency?" Murong Bo said miserably, he knew that he was dying.

"You dog thief has harmed my whole family, and you have a grudge against me. Your enmity is not shared! As he spoke, Xiao Yuanshan took off the mask on his face, only to see that he had big ears, beard, and a very powerful appearance, about sixty years old, and at first glance he looked six or seven points similar to Qiao Feng.

"You...... Are you ......" Qiao Feng only felt that his tongue was knotted, and he couldn't even say a word.

"The general appearance of our grandfather and son, you don't need to remember it, everyone knows that I am your son." Xiao Yuanshan walked in front of Qiao Feng, stretched out his hand, and ripped open the placket of his chest, revealing a wolf head with a thorny flower.

Qiao Feng ripped open his clothes, and the toothless and gloomy wolf head on his chest also appeared, and the two looked at each other and laughed, laughing and laughing, Qiao Feng's eyes were involuntarily red.

"Amitabha, the old donor Xiao saw you jump off the cliff with his own eyes that day, thinking that the donor would definitely be buried at the bottom of the valley, but he didn't expect that the donor was still in the world, which is good." Xuan Ci lowered his eyebrows and said.

"Hehe, it's the old man's life that shouldn't be killed, if you don't kill all the thieves, how can God let the old man die." Xiao Yuanshan laughed timidly.

"Amitabha, when the old man misbelieved people's words and made a big mistake, he was willing to apologize for his sins with death." Xuan Ci closed his eyes and looked indifferent to death.

"Abbot, it's not good, the Bodhi Courtyard has been robbed, and the bronze mirrors have all been broken." A messenger suddenly shouted.

Hearing this, Xuan Ci's eyes suddenly opened, what was in the Bodhi Courtyard was the foundation of his Shaolin temple, it didn't matter if he died, that scripture must not be lost!

Xuan Ci immediately thought of Lin Tianheng who came from the direction of Bodhi Academy, and immediately raised his eyes to look around for Lin Tianheng's figure, but found nothing.

"What about the two old donors?" Xuan Ci's face changed drastically.

"When the donor appeared, the two donors left." A monk said weakly.

Just after Xiao Yuanshan appeared, Lin Tianheng took Lin Junhao to the Scripture Pavilion and went to sweep the monks.

"Which way are they going?" Xuan Ci asked anxiously.

"Over there." The monk pointed in one direction.

"It's not good, Scripture Pavilion!" Several Xuanzi juniors reacted at the same time, since that person stole the "Yijin Sutra", the next target must be the "Shaolin Seventy-two Stunts" in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion!

Taking advantage of the panic of the Shaolin monks, Xiao Yuanshan, who was quick-eyed, grabbed Murong Bo and pulled Qiao Feng out.

"Feng'er, you take him first, I'll kill Xuanci's dog thief, and then go to meet you." Xiao Yuanshan handed Murong Bo into Qiao Feng's hands, and turned around to kill Xuan Ci.

As long as he can avenge the murder of his wife, Xiao Yuanshan feels that it doesn't matter if he dies in Shaolin today, but Qiao Feng is still young, and he can't watch his son die here with him.

"Daddy." Qiao Feng saw that he couldn't hold Xiao Yuanshan, so he could only shout.

Hearing Qiao Feng's words, Xiao Yuanshan unconsciously stopped, his expression was like a smile and a bitterness, this "Daddy", he had waited too long.

Qiao Feng took advantage of Xiao Yuanshan's stunned kung fu to point on Murong Bo's acupoint and stepped in front of Xiao Yuanshan in one step.

"Dad, I will never allow you to go into danger alone, if you really want to avenge your mother, you should go with the two of us." Qiao Feng said loudly, staring at Xiao Yuanshan's eyes with burning eyes.

"It's too dangerous to go alone, but if we join forces, I'm afraid that a single Shaolin won't be able to stop us." Qiao Feng saw that Xiao Yuanshan hesitated, and immediately hit the railway while it was hot.

"Well said!" Xiao Yuanshan patted Qiao Feng's shoulder, and said heroically, "Let's join forces, we can't go anywhere in the world!" ”

"And what about the thief?" Qiao Feng pointed at Murong Bo and asked.

"I wanted to torture him well, but now it seems that I can only kill him, otherwise it will be a drag sooner or later." Xiao Yuanshan slashed out with a volley palm, instantly killing Murong Bo.

Seeing that Murong Bo was out of breath, Xiao Yuanshan and Qiao Feng glanced at each other and joined hands to enter the Shaolin Temple again.

When the monks and the Xiao family father and son rushed to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, they saw an old monk sweeping the floor in the pavilion with his head down, and the arrival of everyone did not seem to disturb the interest of the sweeping monk in the slightest.

However, as the sweeper's broom moved slowly, he was surprised to find two pairs of feet and four shoes in front of him.

The sweeping monk suddenly raised his head in surprise, and what he saw was Lin Tianheng and Lin Junhao, but he only heard the sound of one person entering the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion just now.

'Master! The sweeping monk looked at Lin Tianheng, a rare look of vigilance appeared on his wrinkled old face, Lin Tianheng was the strongest person he had ever seen in his life!

"Who the hell are you?" Lin Tianheng asked the doubts he had in his previous life.

"As the layman can see, I'm just an ordinary sweeping monk." The sweeping monk raised the broom in his hand, and a smile appeared on his face.

"What this seat asks is, who were you before you entered the Shaolin Temple?" Lin Tianheng's face was solemn, and the sweeping monk immediately felt endless pressure surging like a huge wave.

"I have been in the temple for more than 40 years, and I have long forgotten all the worldly things." As he spoke, an apologetic look appeared on the sweeping monk's face.

When Xiao Yuanshan heard this, his heart suddenly tightened, he had been hidden in Shaolin for more than 30 years, and he had never seen this sweeping old monk!

"If I have to remind you of it." What Lin Tianheng said was very unreasonable, how could he forcibly remember what he had forgotten, but as soon as these words came out, the sweeping monk's face suddenly became difficult to see.

At this moment, in the void that everyone can't see, Lin Tianheng and the sweeping monk are engaged in a spiritual game, and the sweeping monk is trying his best to resist Lin Tianheng's spiritual oppression.

Suddenly, the sweeping monk felt that the mental pressure was suddenly relaxed, and his whole body was as if he had just been fished out of the water, not only sweating on his forehead, but also his entire back was completely soaked with sweat.

"The seniors are so profound." The sweeping monk was convinced.

"Your spiritual cultivation is also good." Lin Tianheng said.

The sweeping monk has obviously been promoted to the grandmaster and began to cultivate his spirit, Lin Tianheng wants to find the flaws in his soul is no longer such a simple matter, if he forcibly crushes it with spiritual power, it is likely to directly destroy the other party's spirit, and in the end he will find nothing.

Above the grandmaster, the spirit is tenacious, if there is no serious spiritual loophole, it is no longer a simple spiritual coercion technique can be helped.

"You don't want to say it." Lin Tianheng sighed, and then said to Lin Junhao, "This person is the opponent I found for you, come on." ”

"Grandpa, he's a grandmaster." Lin Junhao swallowed his saliva, facing a martial artist who was one level higher than himself, it didn't seem so difficult to accept it.

"What's wrong with the Grandmaster, haven't you heard that many people can fight beyond the ranks?" Lin Tianheng raised his eyebrows and said.

'Those are martial arts geniuses. Lin Junhao said bitterly in his heart, but he didn't have the courage to disobey Lin Tianheng's order, so he could only bite the bullet.

In fact, Lin Junhao knew very well in his heart that with Lin Tianheng as his opponent, his safety could definitely be guaranteed, but he cherished face, if he was defeated in front of so many people, this face would really be unbearable.

"Master, please!" Lin Junhao gave a martial salute to the sweeping monk.

"It's small here, so let's choose a place to fight again." As he spoke, the sweeping monk looked at the scripture pavilion full of bookshelves.

With Lin Tianheng's spiritual oppression before, the sweeping monks did not dare to shirk this battle, but they were afraid that they would destroy the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion if they fought hard, so they proposed.

"It's fine." Lin Tianheng glanced at the chaotic crowd and flew out of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion first, followed by Lin Junhao and the sweeping monk.

"Abbot, who is that sweeping monk?" The monks of the Xuanzi generation looked at each other, and then asked Xuanci.

Looking at the back of the sweeping monk who was extremely skillful, Xuan Ci felt bitter in his heart, and said in his heart, you ask me, who will I ask.

However, Xuan Ci's heart soon stopped being bitter, because Xiao Yuanshan had already taken advantage of the chaos to make a move, and his heart stopped beating, so naturally he was not bitter, because he was already dead.