"Xuan Ci!"

When many martial arts heroes heard this name, they looked at each other, and they knew most of it in their hearts.

Shaolin is the world's first decent family, for the martial arts bull's ear, the limelight, innumerable, Zhiguang as a disciple of Buddhism, the reputation of the leading brother Xuanci is self-evident.

Looking at the gaze of many people, Zhiguang trembled, closed his eyes, and showed a resolute gesture.

"Does the monk want to commit suicide in fear of sin?" I don't know when Chen Jun's figure suddenly moved to Zhao Qiansun's side, put his big hand on his shoulder, and said coldly: "At the beginning of the battle of Yanmen Pass, you were not the only one who survived!" ”

"Is this a fairy?"

Even Qiao Feng was shocked, in just two or three meters away, under the tense minds of many masters, no one could perceive how he crossed over, Zhiguang saw this, and also extinguished the idea of self-menopause: "Why should Mr. Chen harm the innocent, Yanmen Pass has nothing to do with him and Shaolin, it is my fault, the poor monk is willing to fall into the hell of Abi to atone for his sins." ”

Chen Jun sneered: "If you finish speaking, you want to die or live, what do you have to do with me?" Was the leading brother in the bloody battle of Yanmen Pass Xuan Ci back then? ”

Zhiguang was silent, although he sat down with the answer, but he still did not take the initiative to respond, he now vaguely admitted, although it will still have an impact on the reputation of Shaolin, but once admitted, the reputation of Shaolin through the ages will definitely fall in the martial arts.

This is no longer a personal problem, but a matter of the beggar gang, Shaolin, the famous Gu Su Murong and other sects.

Suddenly, Zhao Qiansun, who was held in Chen Jun's hand, said angrily: "That leading brother is Xuan Ci is good, but we were just deceived back then, and we made a big mistake for a while, now that Old Mr. Murong is dead, the lights are out, Xiao Yuanshan fell off the cliff and died, you and Qiao Feng will kill us if you want to, why do you need to splash all the sewage?" ”

Zhao Qiansun was one of the four people who survived the bloody battle of Yanmen Pass, and now Lei Luo admits that he has directly shattered the hope of those who still have doubts about Shaolin.

When Qiao Feng heard this, his eyes were like crazy, and his fists creaked and clenched out of the bursting bones.

"Who said Murong Bo is dead?"

Chen Jun said coldly: "When Murong Bo sent a letter to Xuan Ci and provoked the relationship between the Great Song Dynasty and the Khitan, Xuan Ci believed it to be true, and led the Great Song Sect to attack and kill for his own selfishness. ”

"But is he really dead?"

Chen Jun raised his eyes and looked at the girl with a slender figure and a stunning face: "Yu Yan, tell me about the gray-clothed man you were in Langhuan's blessed land that day." ”

Murong Fu turned to look at his cousin Wang Yuyan in surprise, and there was a hint of excitement in his heart, could it be that his father was not dead?

Wang Yuyan's heart was in turmoil, and she was patrolled by all the projected eyes, and her heart was flustered.

"Cousin, do you see...."Murong Fu rushed over suddenly, holding the woman's shoulders excitedly with both hands, "Tell me, tell me quickly." ”

The girl said softly: "I saw it, that gray-clothed man can use a bucket to turn the stars, and he is more refined than you, and his attainments are very deep." ”

Many people were stunned, the previous package was different, when the storm was against the elders of the beggar gang, when Murong Fu fought against Qiao Feng, the girl was familiar with the martial arts of a hundred schools, and she could always tell the essence of people's mastery, which left a deep impression on people, and as Murong Fu's cousin, she must be very familiar with the cognition of the Dou Zhuan Star Shift stunt, so she would admit her mistake?

Now there is only one possibility.

"My dad didn't die, my dad didn't die." Murong Fu's face was ecstatic, he laughed heartily, and looked at Chen Jun with not as much respect as before.

"How did you meet him, his health and martial arts are okay?"

Wang Yuyan said: "He hid in the dark room of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion and was discovered by Mr. Chen, after the two of them tried it, he was forced to retreat by Mr. Chen's thirteenth sword, and disappeared without a trace except for a pool of blood on the ground." ”

"It can't be!"

Murong Fu roared, the joy on his face suddenly frozen: "Nonsense, my father is a big success, how can he be beaten by him." ”

"You're talking nonsense, aren't you?" Murong Fu pinched Wang Yuyanxiang's shoulder hard, making her face hurt.

"I'm not talking nonsense, cousin." Wang Yuyan was sad in her heart, she didn't even say anything about Murong Bo taking her as a hostage.

"You're talking nonsense!"

Murong Fu's face was as cold as ice, and a big palm of a pu fan was wrapped in a strong wind and whistling away.

Syllable!

The loud slap cracked crisply, Wang Yuyan was suddenly pushed away, threw herself into the arms of Azhu beside her, turned her head and got up, the bright red palm print hit Duan Yu's side face, and her white cheeks were immediately swollen and congested.

He seemed to have forgotten the pain on his face, and at the moment he was still concerned about whether Wang Yuyan was injured, and when she asked, he paid attention to the pain in his cheek, couldn't help but bared his teeth, pointed at Murong Fu and scolded:

"Why are you so ruthless, she cares about you in her heart, but you treat him like this, what kind of good person are you?"

was already full of anger, and this sentence added fuel to the fire, Murong Fu's eyes flashed sharply, and a finger broke through the air, like a shot shattering the sky, about to hit the middle of Duan Yu's chest.

Airplanes!

But at this moment, Murong Fushen's fingering froze in mid-air, unable to advance an inch.

Chen Jun's hand clasped his wrist like an iron tong, suddenly let go, one arm shook, and the hand made a long dragon flew out, five fingers like hooks, and slapped on his fingering.

"It's a star, no, it's not!"

The surging force made Murong Fu take two steps back, the qi and blood in his chest surged, and he snorted.

"Are you calm now?" Behind Chen Jun's hand, he glanced at the past with cold eyes.

The killing intent was cold, Murong Fu's hands and feet were cold, his breath was suffocating, and he was stared at by this look as if he was frozen all over his body and couldn't move, if he disobeyed, he might immediately usher in a thunder killing machine.

"It's me Meng Lang, the head of the house forgives the sins." Murong Fu said calmly.

"Your Lao Tzu's martial arts are only two lines stronger than yours, what am I afraid of if the two of you go together, I might as well tell you, Murong Bo is camped in Shaomu Mountain, you call him out to see if he dares to face me?"

Murong Fu was secretly angry in his heart, bowing his head and being silent.

"Now you also know the inside story, many masters on the rivers and lakes were killed by their own stunts because of your Lao Tzu, he is working hard for your Murong family's great cause of recovering the country."

"Daddy is planning the whole world, how can I not even bear this shame?" Murong Fu said in his heart, suppressed his anger, and said respectfully: "Murong Fu is driven by the head of the sect and does his best. ”

This is nonsense, but it's a pity that Chen Jun doesn't have a life and death talisman in his hand, otherwise it would be a good thing, of course, he can also use modern psychological brainwashing methods, which is more terrifying to control mentally, but this method is time-consuming and laborious, and it is a waste to use it on Murong Fu.

Chen Jun looked at the other two: "Zhao Qiansun, Zhiguang, now do you understand the ins and outs of the Yanmen Pass tragedy?" It's just Murong Bo's instigation conspiracy, and Xuan Ci created a bloody tragedy for his own selfish desires, saying that you are stupid, you have been deceived for more than 30 years or are you self-righteous, you say that I splash sewage, you are also worthy? ”

Zhao Qiansun fell to the ground with a miserable laugh, constantly wailing about his mistakes, he was originally a righteous and moral person in martial arts, and he was admired, but now his dream lies have been punctured, and his conscience and compassion are uneasy.

Monk Zhiguang's face was bloodless, pale as white paper, sitting cross-legged, shaky, muttering Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, as if he could cut off contact with the outside world.

In an instant, the situation reversed, the people who originally questioned Qiao Feng's moral high ground were ruined in a blink of an eye, the beggars at the bottom of the gang were happy and comfortable, Qiao Feng's kindness was in the hearts of the people, and with just a few people's dictation and written evidence, he was removed from the position of helper, and many of the gangsters who had always been loyal to him were greatly dissatisfied.

However, the wood is already in the boat, Qiao Feng's background is clear, and it is not good to serve as the leader of the beggar gang again.

Qiao Feng knew that even though half of the gang supported him to continue to take office, the other half hated foreign races and had mixed feelings for him.

Qiao Feng didn't make it difficult for the helpers, boldly dismissed the gang leader, ignored the efforts of several elders to dissuade him, threw the beggar gang token dog stick into the air, and left angrily.

Before leaving, he thanked Chen Jun, and then disappeared into the distance, and at this time the atmosphere of the scene became quite strange, the real murderer of the Yanmen Pass tragedy appeared, but no one dared to denounce Murong Fu as the son of Murong Bo, because he worshiped under Chen Jun's free faction.

No one dares to underestimate this mysterious Mr. Chen, not only is his martial arts surprisingly high, he overturns the two arrogant sons standing at the top of the rivers and lakes with one sword, but also has insight into secrets, Xin Mi came at his fingertips thirty years ago, and even Murong Bo's hiding place can be easily revealed, which is frightening and terrifying.

Zhao Qiansun's weeping and wailing continued, the scriptures on the Buddhist scriptures were muttering to himself, and Chen Jun sneered: "What's the use of pretending to be deaf and dumb? Xuan Ci can hide it from the world, but he can't hide the truth. ”

He stood in the center, drawing all eyes to it at once.

The time has come.

Chen Jun said loudly: "You know, in addition to the stupidity of Xuan Ci's selfish thoughts about the Yanmen Pass tragedy, he also committed a Buddhist precept, and he broke the color precept. ”

"What?"

Everyone turned their heads to each other, and they talked about it, and they were shocked on the spot again, and wanted to listen to the detailed explanation, but they heard him say: "I have no intention of explaining the reason, but the impact of this matter is more serious than the Yanmen Pass tragedy. For example, Shaolin, a sect without virtue, one is not beneficial to the Great Song Dynasty, and the other is no first example for the martial arts rivers and lakes. ”

The elders of the beggar gang were shocked when Murong Fu and others heard this, and the rest of the martial arts people reacted even more, although they despised all kinds of Shaolin behaviors in their hearts, but the Shaolin faction was the first strong sect in the rivers and lakes, and it was not raised from the reputation of martial arts people.

Martial arts, martial arts, no martial arts can not be forested.

The foundation of Shaolin's life is strong force, but it is not some ethereal legal morality, and the rivers and lakes are not the moral articles of literati and, and the sect that is not strong in force is a dream splash after all.

They heard the implication in Chen Jun's mouth, the purpose was to replace the Xiaoyao faction with the status of Shaolin, and his force as the head of Xiaoyao may be strong enough, but if they want to replace Shaolin, it is not just a matter of personal force, they are not optimistic.

Chen Jun saw all their attitudes in his eyes and stood calmly.

He doesn't expect this group of people to follow him to crusade against Shaolin, today's apricot forest is a step aimed at collapsing the foundation of Shaolin's reputation, and gradually fermenting, and when he kisses Shaolin, all the chess pieces are connected into a surface, and they can be replaced by justifiable.

"Mr. Chen is the master of the Xiaoyao faction, and his martial arts are indispensable, but I don't know which sect your Xiaoyao faction is, I don't know if Mr. can solve my doubts"

Monk Zhiguang opened his eyes.