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The crowd gathered, bustling. Cheers and shouts came one after another. On one side is the remnants of the sea of stars, and those who are stationed in the base camp of Borneo basically come. On the other side is the Temple of the God of War, there are not many people, only a dozen, compared to the group of remnants gathered, the momentum is weak.

All their eyes were fixed on the two on the field, who were competing fiercely.

A bald old man, second only to Fang Xiaobao in the Xinghai territory, a sage who is respected and loved by the bereaved people.

This opponent is an old man with a white beard. If Fang Xiaobao was present, he would definitely recognize the identity of the other party at a glance, the teacher of his good brother Zhang Biao, and one of the two main priests of the God of War Temple, Fu Lao.

In terms of strength, Fu Lao is half a step higher than the other chief priest, Ma Ji. Even in the face of a sage who has entered the fourth form, the combat power is not half a point.

But one of them came to the lair of the bereaved to negotiate and rescue the captured colleagues of the Temple of War.

Therefore, it can be inferred that from the psychological level alone, the sage has the absolute upper hand. At the beginning of the fierce battle, the natural mental control ability was exerted to the extreme, and the opponent was defeated and retreated, only the ability to parry, and there was no spare strength to fight back.

"Old man Fu, I haven't seen you for many years, you haven't grown much!"

The sage laughed. The body was suspended, and twelve serrated swords flew in the air, controlled by it, and kept attacking away.

"Old bald head, our eldest brother doesn't talk about the second brother, each other!"

Although the wind fell, Fu Lao did not admit it, the crutch was in his hand, turning like a whirlpool, revealing a majestic force, and the shock flew and struck a sawtooth sword.

"Even if I don't do it well, it's still no problem to deal with you old thing!"

Remembering old hatreds. The sage's face was gloomy, and his talent suddenly attracted the extreme, and he didn't leave his hand behind. However, he saw that his eyes were spraying white light, and the wisps were integrated into the twelve sawtooth swords, and in an instant, the sword body glowed with white light, as if he was blessed with spirituality, and locked on the target and attacked directly.

Mental power infusion!

Fu Lao has a lot of knowledge and rich combat experience. Immediately perceive the opponent's unleashed ultimate, which is dangerous. He didn't think about it, he held the cane in his right hand, gathered his Xuan Qi, and drew a circle in the air.

"A thousand waves!"

The opponent is attacking. Fu Lao dared to be careless, and then showed his strongest trick. The crutches drew circles, the Xuan Qi gushed, and the blue circles of light formed out of thin air, containing a violent energy, like a huge wave surging away.

The twelve serrated swords blessed with spiritual power were immediately bounced away when they touched the oncoming blue circles of light. However, the spirit of the sawtooth sword was not lost, and it slashed through the elusive trajectory of the Dao in mid-air, and then attacked again from all directions.

Defend the front and rear neutrals. Resist the front and back, and the sides become loopholes.

Under the control of the sage, the serrated sword is extremely agile, focusing on Fu Lao's defensive flaws, and the offensive is fierce and endless.

It can resist at first. After a few rounds, Fu Lao couldn't hold on, and his right shoulder was hit by a serrated sword, dripping with blood, and a three-inch-long wound appeared.

"Uncle be careful!"

The Temple of War side. A big fat man dressed in gold and silver shouted with an anxious face.

"Fu Xiao, if you admit defeat, the old man will let you go!"

One move hits. The sage laughed, and the offensive continued unabated, verbally forcing the old opponent to beg for mercy.

"Recognize your mother!"

Fu Lao is also short-tempered. Not only did he refuse to beg for mercy, but he also pointed at the sage and scolded. In this way, the sage's anger surged, and he didn't care about the Holy Lord's advice, he shouted loudly, and with the blessing of spiritual power, the twelve sawtooth lines were connected in mid-air, and they swooped straight up.

The tip of the sword is sharp and indestructible, enough to break through everything. Even the defense built by Fu Lao's strongest trick, 'Thousand Heavy Waves', was pierced in an instant.

A serrated sword, connected from end to end, was like a steel poisonous dragon, stabbing Fu Lao's chest and abdomen.

At this moment, the sage moved with murderous intent. As for Fu Lao, the master made a move, and he lost the upper hand in one move, and he lost his move, and he had no means to resist.

The people from the Temple of the God of War who were watching the battle next to him changed their faces one by one. The big fat man who spoke out earlier was even more anxious to rub his hands.

"Fang Xiaobao, you dog-day, don't you have to wait for us to die before you show up!" The fat man was forced to be anxious, and he opened his voice and scolded.

Who is Fang Xiaobao, the Holy Lord of the Relic Person, the supreme existence of the Star Sea.

I heard that this fat man actually spoke disrespectfully and insulted his own holy master. A group of guys, such as Sun Fei, a ghost mad lion, suddenly looked at each other angrily.

"Dare to scold the Holy Lord!"

"Kill him!"

The bereaved shouted. The current situation is critical, not only Fu Lao will suffer, but the big fat man is also in danger.

But at this moment, a figure rushed out from within the remnant camp, extremely fast, blocking in front of Fu Lao.

"Holy Lord!"

Others didn't see it clearly. The sage immediately found out who was coming, and immediately controlled the twelve serrated swords to return to avoid harming his own holy master.

Although the sage reacted quickly, he had a murderous intent just now, and he shot fiercely and ruthlessly, leaving no room for anything. As a result, most of the twelve serrated swords were withdrawn, and three of them were unable to hold back and stabbed away.

"Holy Lord, get out of the way!"

At the same time as the sage yelled. The person who came was already facing the sharp tip of the sword. But seeing that his figure did not move, he waved his hand and walked away.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three serrated swords stabbed into the palm of the comer's hand one after another, and it was like hitting gold and iron, making a piercing sound, and it flew away.

"I said sage, they are all old acquaintances, why are you ruthless!"

The voice sounded with a joking voice. saw Fang Xiaobao appear, clapped his hands, and then cast a resentful glance at the sage.

Pick up the sword empty-handed, defuse your own killing blow, unscathed. The sage was stunned by the scene in front of him, and he didn't even react.

"Lord of the Holy Lord!"

Seeing Fang Xiaobao coming, all the bereaved people in the martial arts arena knelt down on one knee and bowed to the ground with extremely reverent expressions.

"Get up!"

Fang Xiaobao waved his hand, then turned to face Fu Lao, and said with a smile: "The kid is one step late, if there is anything offended, I hope Fu Lao will not be surprised!" ”

Fu Lao's right shoulder was injured and he looked a little embarrassed. But after seeing Fang Xiaobao, he still smiled and nodded to greet: "It's good if you are willing to show up." ”

Fang Xiaobao was still about to speak, but when he saw the big fat man who was screaming and scolding endlessly, he ran over panting, and yelled at him: "You dog-day, now that you are mixed, you will pretend to be forced to play and not recognize your brother!" ”

Seeing the other party's familiar big fat face, Fang Xiaobao couldn't help but smile all over his face: "In terms of pretending to be forced to put on a score, who can compare to your golden fat man...... Even if I forget everyone, I will remember your fat face! ”

This big fat man was Jin Fugui, a bad friend who had a deep friendship with him in the imperial capital.

When Fang Xiaobao arrived, he had already discovered the other party, and wondered in his heart how this thing could come to his own territory with the people of the God of War Temple. It's just that the situation was critical at that time, and he took action to block the sage's killing move, without thinking much about it.

At this moment, when the friends met and asked, Fang Xiaobao learned that Fu Lao was actually the elder of the golden fat man's wife's mother's family, and according to his generation, Fu Lao was his uncle.

"Holy Lord, my subordinates are not doing their job well, please punish them!"

The sage came back to his senses at this moment and took the initiative to come and ask for his guilt. Because according to the previous agreement, he will give Fu Lao some bitterness to taste, but he can't hurt the other party's life. Judging from the situation just now, it was obvious that it had gone against the original intention, or the instructions of Fang Xiaobao, the Holy Lord.

"Sages don't have to be like this!"

When Fang Xiaobao said this, he glanced at Fu Lao deeply, and said with a smile: "If you are anyone, you have been imprisoned for seventy or eighty years, and you have lived a dark life, and now you will definitely be excited to meet an 'old friend', and you can't grasp the proportions!" ”

The meaning of his words was obvious, reminding Fu Lao not to forget the reason why the sage was ruthless.

Fu Lao was silent for a while, and then bowed deeply to the sage: "Old bald head, it was us who was wrong back then, if you have any grievances, you can come to me at any time to settle this old account!" ”

After many years, the hatred in the sage's heart has dissipated a lot, and if he hadn't been provoked by this one, he wouldn't have been ruthless. At this moment, seeing that the other party took the initiative to make amends, with a sincere attitude, he thought about it and said in a deep voice: "Old man Fu, I don't want to worry too much about the past, but from now on, if you are still obsessed with being an accomplice of the Gu Clan, we will have the opportunity to settle the old and new accounts!" ”

Fu Lao understood what the sage meant. Silent.

"Everyone is a good friend, and harmony is precious! Harmony is precious! ”

Fang Xiaobao smiled and played a round game. After that, he invited the people from the God of War Temple led by Fu Lao, as well as his good brother Jin Fugui, to the conference hall to discuss matters.