Ming Xiaohe had already guessed the identity of the man in black, and apart from himself, only Xiao Yuanshan knew about it.

At the beginning, it was Xiao Yuanshan who grabbed Ye Erniang's face, snatched the void bamboo, and put it in Shaolin Temple.

Xuan Ci looked at the man in black and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"Xuan Ci, you killed my beloved wife twenty years ago, and I came to take your dog's life today." Xiao Yuanshan took off the black cloth on his face.

"It's you!"

Xuan Ci was shocked when he saw that face, and said his name word by word.

Xiao ...... Far...... Mountain ......"

"Father!"

After Qiao Feng saw Xiao Yuanshan, he could feel a feeling of blood connection, and he knew that this was his biological father Xiao Yuanshan.

"Good boy!"

Xiao Yuanshan looked at Qiao Feng, his eyes were full of fatherly love.

Over the years, Xiao Yuanshan has watched his son grow up little by little, but he can't show up in front of his son, and that kind of pain is something that others can't understand.

"Senior Brother Abbot, hurry up and drip blood, otherwise my Shaolin Temple's reputation for hundreds of years will be completely over."

The group of senior monks in Shaolin Temple have already asked people to bring a bowl full of water. They don't want to care about anything else now, they just want to find out if Xuzhu is Xuan Ci's son.

"Okay, I'll drop."

"Puff ......"

Xuan Ci cooperated very well to drop a drop of blood in the water, and when the blood of Xuzhu was in the bowl, with the collision of the two drops of blood, it gradually began to merge and become one, as if it were natural.

"This ......"

Xuan Ci can't accept it, anyone who appears out of thin air and a son can't accept it, let alone the famous abbot of Xuanci on the rivers and lakes.

"Abbot Xuanci, now I use your son's life in exchange for the Shaolin Temple's "Yijin Sutra", can you agree?" Ming Xiaohe looked at Xuan Ci, who had lost his mind, and asked.

"It is impossible to want my Shaolin Temple's "Yijin Sutra", senior brother abbot, you must give an explanation to the people of the world, otherwise my Shaolin Temple's reputation for hundreds of years will be ruined."

The high-level of Shaolin Temple is not monolithic, they all have the idea of competing for the position of Shaolin abbot, not to mention that people are greedy, even these monks believe in the Buddha, they are also greedy.

"Lao Wei made a big mistake in the past, and he is willing to apologize with death, and he also asked the donor to release the false bamboo!"

Xuan Ci is now ruined, he is bent on death, and after speaking, he slapped his life.

The monks beside Xuan Ci didn't have time to stop it, and they couldn't stop it, Xuan Ci had to give the world an explanation.

"Murong Bo, after watching the play for so long, can't it come out yet? You must know that your son Murong Fu died at my hands. ”

Ming Xiaohe has always felt that someone is secretly observing all this.

"Little brute, did you kill my son?"

After Murong Bo heard that it was Ming Xiaohe who killed Murong Fu, he immediately couldn't bear it anymore and walked out of the shadows. If a person doesn't care about his children, he can only say that he is a parent in vain.

After Murong Bo appeared on the stage, everyone turned their attention to Murong Bo, and now that Xuan Ci is dead, Shaolin Temple has also given the world an explanation.

Moreover, Murong Bo died many years ago, and now he appears again in Shaolin Temple, which makes those 'heroes' really feel very surprised.

"Old dog, Murong Fu's son was killed by me twisting his cervical vertebrae with his hands, that's a miserable death!"

As soon as Murong Bo came up, he scolded Ming Xiaohe for being a little beast, how could Ming Xiaohe be polite to him.

"Little brute, I want you not to die well!"

"Prajna Palm!"

Murong Bo was now angry with Ming Xiaohe, and directly made a move, the seventy-two stunts he had learned in Shaolin Temple over the years.

"Soil chicken tile dog, look at my eighteen palms of dragon descending, Kanglong has regrets!"

A little Murong Bo, Ming Xiaohe doesn't take the other party in his eyes.

All the internal forces of Ming Xiaohe's Grandmaster at his peak were released in an instant, and the sound of the dragon's groan produced by the sonic boom was deafening.

The two palms were facing each other, and the internal forces of Murong Bo and Ming Xiaohe collided together, and the huge strong wind and wind and sand were rolled up and rushed towards everyone.

At this moment, the internal force of the two is like a lion fighting with a cheetah.

Although cheetahs can fight lions, those are only a matter of a few rounds.

Ming Xiaohe's internal force instantly broke through Murong Bo's internal force, and the majestic internal force of the sea was like a lion, fiercely pounced on Murong Bo.

Murong Bo saw that the internal force in Ming Xiaohe's palm was attacking him, he was startled at first, and then hurriedly used his body to dodge.

I have to say that Murong Bo's luck was very good, and he narrowly avoided Ming Xiaohe's move, Ming Xiaohe's palm force hit the four-meter-high stone lion behind Murong Bo, and a layer of lime instantly shook on the stone lion.

After the lime dissipated, I saw a palm print on the body of the stone lion, passing through the hand