Wang Dong disguised himself as a sweeping monk for three purposes:

First, the sweeping monk left the broom to him, which is equivalent to transferring the cause and effect to him, for this kind of big man's arrangement, Wang Dong does not dare to slack off, of course, he can restore as much as he can;

Second, Wang Dong and Qiao Feng have bowed to each other, and when they will resolve the grievances between Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, they will inevitably have to make a surprise attack, and see each other with their original faces, which will hinder Qiao Feng's face to some extent, and it will be inconvenient to make a move;

Third, I don't want to repeat the embarrassing experience of the deaf and dumb valley, just imagine that the atmosphere was created well, the leaves fell at dusk, and everyone was watching, he Shenlong appeared indifferently when he saw the head and the tail, and then suddenly was called out at this time, which really damaged the image of the master.

From a certain point of view, the reason why the sweeping monk can enter people's lives and become a special noun is precisely because he is nameless, and the nameless is more stylish.

"Who are you, how long have you been eavesdropping outside?" Murong Fu saw that he was weak when he walked, and openly praised Qiao Feng, and he was unhappy in his heart, and asked loudly.

Wang Dong said: "I should ask you this, who are you, why did you break into my Shaolin Zangjing Pavilion, and why are you here to discuss how to annihilate the Great Song Dynasty?"

Murong Fu couldn't answer for a while.

Murong Bo's face was slightly gloomy, his plan just now was very important, and it was really a big rebellion, if it was leaked out, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Thinking of this, he smiled slightly and said, "Don't blame us for entering this place by mistake, master." As he spoke, he took a step towards the sweeping monk, ready to kill and extinguish his mouth.

Seeing this, Qiao Feng also took a step back, once Murong Bo attacked the sweeping monk, he could come to the rescue at any time.

The sweeping monk didn't seem to realize the danger, and took the initiative to walk over to Murong Bo and asked, "This monk just said that he wanted to raise an army to rebel, and he also wanted to echo with Da Liao and divide the Great Song Dynasty, I don't know ......."

Before he finished speaking, Murong Bo was slightly sideways, and suddenly made a move, smashing his right fist into the sweeping monk, using the Great Wei Tuo pestle, one of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin.

Murong Bo and Qiao Feng's martial arts are comparable, and the sweeping monk cooperated intentionally or unintentionally, so Murong Bo's grasp of the timing and direction of the attack can avoid Qiao Feng.

The sweeping monk really doesn't seem to know martial arts, and when he sees the killing move, he doesn't dodge, he doesn't dodge, he doesn't dodge, he wants to suffer this punch alive.

Qiao Feng couldn't make a move, he couldn't bear to see the old monk die tragically, and turned his head.

But what happened next was unexpected.

The sweeping monk didn't kill Murong Bo with a punch, he wasn't even injured, after he took Murong Bo's punch, he didn't seem to be affected in any way, and said: "Murong Jushi, you practice the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin, and you can't do it, so that you suffer internal injuries, and now you can still bear the pain of ten thousand needles and stabbing three times a day on the three acupoints of Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu?"

When Murong Bo heard this, his heart trembled as if he had been struck by lightning, and his already shocked heart was filled with more panic.

Originally, he used eight successful punches, not to mention that the other party was just an old monk sweeping the floor, even if he was a master of the rivers and lakes who had been famous for many years, it was difficult to resist, but when he just sent out the punch, it was like hitting deep water, and it was bottomless.

What made him even more puzzled was that his punch hit the old monk, and he couldn't withdraw it for a while, he increased his strength to ten percent, only to feel that the internal force was surging out frantically, pouring into the unfathomable sea.

I was surprised if I had fallen into an evil skill such as Huagong Dafa, and suddenly heard the old monk mention his internal injuries, which was simply worse.

As the old monk said, he Yangbai, Lianquan, Fengfu three acupoints, every morning, noon, midnight three o'clock, is indeed like ten thousand needles and, the pain is unbearable, no matter what kind of elixir to take, it is not the slightest effect, if you want to use the internal strength to dissolve, the pain of the acupuncture is deep into the bone marrow.

This kind of pain, suffering three times a day, is simply worse than death, and even feels that life is not interesting, the reason why he wants to die in exchange for cooperation with Xiao Feng is also to completely get rid of this internal injury.

In fact, if it weren't for the great cause of reviving Yan Kingdom, he would have exhausted all his strength to get rid of this stubborn disease.

At this time, his internal force was leaking out, while listening to the words of the old monk, his heart was shaken, as if the three acupoints were in pain again, but with the passage of his internal force, the pain seemed to be slowly reducing, so he forgot to resist, and he couldn't resist, so he let his internal force flow into the abyss.

Xiao Yuanshan's father and son and Murong Fu couldn't see the strangeness, thinking that the two were competing for internal strength, so it was inconvenient for them to help, and they stood quietly and watched.

Murong Fu saw that his father's complexion gradually soothed, and he was relieved, and his heart was happy, but his father had the upper hand and was about to win.

After a meal like this, Murong Bo finally put away his fist, and his internal strength disappeared eight or nine times out of ten, but the pain in the three acupoints was also reduced eight or nine times out of ten, not to mention joy or sorrow.

The old monk ignored him for the time being, turned to look at Xiao Yuanshan, and asked, "Xiao Jushi, do you feel faint pain in the two acupoints of 'Liangmen' and 'Taiyi' on your lower abdomen?"

Xiao Yuanshan was shocked, hugged his fists and said: "The monk clearly sees that this is exactly the case. ”

Xiao Feng on the side had already seen the clue, and hurriedly fell to the ground, saying: "The monk knows the crux of his father's internal injuries, and he also asks for help." ”

The old monk flicked his sleeves, and a soft force dragged Xiao Feng.

He had just absorbed Murong Bo's internal force, and he was secretly accommodating and merging, and his internal force had increased significantly compared to before.

Xiao Feng is an unborn martial arts genius, and he has already felt the depth of the opponent's internal force from this casual flick.

"Lord Xiao Shi is kind-hearted and compassionate, but if he has a life, Lao Wei naturally obeys. As he spoke, he walked towards Xiao Yuanshan, and suddenly made a move to seal several acupoints in Xiao Yuanshan.

Xiao Yuanshan's martial arts thirty years ago had already reached a first-class level, and after all these years of diligent practice, it is even further that it is impossible for anyone in this world to hit his acupoint in front of his own noodles.

But the old monk didn't know what evil method he used, and he quickly sealed his acupoints - including the dumb acupoints at the moment before he reacted?

What exactly is he going to do?

The next moment, Xiao Yuanshan knew.

The old monk reached out and pressed the Baihui acupoint above his head, and then he felt his internal force begin to converge to the top of his head, and then gush out.

He's trying to suck out his own internal strength!

Xiao Yuanshan faintly felt that he was in the middle of the plan, but all his acupoints were sealed, and the internal force was converging to the top of his head, so he couldn't rush out of the acupoints to remind his son, so he could only watch the evil monk suck away his internal force.

It's also a meal......

The sweeping monk withdrew his palm, easily untied Xiao Yuanshan's acupoint, and without waiting for Xiao Yuanshan to get angry, he asked, "Are you going to kill Murong Bo to avenge your wife?"

Xiao Yuanshan said: "This enmity is not shared, but it is ......"

"Easy to do. The sweeping monk didn't wait for him to finish, his figure shook, as if in a flash, appeared in front of Murong Bo, and stretched out his hand to pat him on the head.

Murong Boden died.

Murong Fu was stunned when he saw this, first pounced on his father's body, and after crying bitterly for a while, he desperately attacked the sweeping monk.

However, in addition to their own internal force, today's sweeping monks also have the internal force of the three elders of Xiaoyao + Ding Chunqiu + Jiu Mozhi + Xiao Yuanshan + Murong Bo and others, which has more than 360 years of internal force, which can be described as shaking the past and the present.

Murong Fu's blow was like a feather to him.

With a wave of his hand, Murong Fu flew out upside down and hit a bookshelf, but he didn't hit the bookshelf, obviously showing mercy to his subordinates.

The sweeping monk walked up to Xiao Yuanshan and asked, "Murong Bo has been killed by me now, and you have revenge, what do you want now?"

Xiao Yuanshan first had his internal strength sucked away, and now he saw Murong Bo being beaten to death, and he felt empty both physically and mentally, not only did he not have the pleasure of revenge, but he felt lonely and desolate, as if he had suddenly lost all his goals in life, and he didn't know where to go in the future, muttering: "Do I still have any wishes? It's gone, there's nothing left......

The sweeping monk asked, "Do you still want to kill the son of the enemy with your own hands without regret?"

When Murong Fu heard this, his eyelids couldn't help jumping.

Xiao Yuanshan shook his head and said, "Revenge, no, no, what's the point, even if Murong Bo is still alive, I don't want to take revenge, so what's the point?"

The sweeping monk smiled slightly and said, "But I killed Murong Bo because of you, and Murong Shi wants to seek revenge on you, so what?"

Xiao Yuanshan was discouraged for a while, only to feel that everything in life was empty, and said: "If he wants revenge, just kill me, Murong Gongzi, if you want to report for your father, kill me, I will never fight back!"

Murong Fu glanced at him, then lowered his head again, and his expression seemed to say: "I can't beat you, I can't beat your son, I'll take revenge!"

The sweeping monk said what was in his heart and said, "If he kills you, Ling Lang will kill him again to take revenge, when will it be the end of killing like this?"

Xiao Yuanshan was stunned.

The sweeping monk said: "I think so, all the evils in this world are borne by the old man alone." ”

When the words fall, so do the palms.

Xiao Yuanshan was slapped on the top of his head and died on the spot.

This is the plan of the sweeping monk king.

He wasn't sure that he would kill Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo in one palm in seconds, so he first absorbed their internal strength, and then slapped them to death with one palm.

Xiao Fengwan didn't expect the old monk to make a move, and when he reacted, his father was already lying down.

In a hurry, he thought about the old monk with remorse, but the old monk didn't take it head-on, dodged away, and jumped out of the window with Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan.

Xiao Feng and Murong Fu hurriedly chased out.

The king's body is like flying, and he walks against the wind, as if he is in front of him, and he is suddenly gone, and he is like a ghost.

Xiao Feng and Murong Fu occasionally attacked in the back, but they couldn't even hit a corner of their clothes.

After chasing for a long time, they finally found the bodies of the old monk and their father under a big tree.

I saw their father sitting opposite each other, his palms facing each other, and the old monk was slapping all the key points on their bodies.

Murong Fu was furious and was about to step forward to snatch the corpse, but was stopped by Xiao Feng reaching out.

"Wait, let's see what he's doing. ”

After a few moments, they found that their father had opened his eyes and turned around.

Xiao Feng said: "I see. ”

Wang Dong said: "I used the turtle breath gong to beat you to a state of suspended animation, in order to treat the internal injuries in your body, now you only need to hold each other's four hands, the internal breath correspondingly, with yin to help yang, with yang to turn yin, so insist on one day and one night, a body of internal injuries can be gone." ”

The two looked at each other, quite hesitant.

"Duh! Wang Baxiong, the sea of blood is deeply hated, all return to dust, disappear into invisibility, turn back to the shore, don't hesitate!"

The king's voice was like a bell, shocking his heart.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were shocked in their hearts, and immediately suddenly, they looked at each other and smiled, facing each other with their palms, and doing their luck according to their words.

Over there, Xiao Feng and Murong Fu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, a white shadow came on the Lingbo microwave and shouted: "Big brother is not good! Big brother is not good! Sister Azhu was captured by the fairy sister!"

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