The four members of the Murong family will not be able to catch up with even half of Xuan Ci, and this chaotic fight will not be able to be watched.

Huang Shang turned his head to look at Gu Mozhi, who was a little eager to try beside him.

As soon as Huang Shang's gaze came, Gu Mozhi immediately felt it, and was startled, meeting Huang Shang's expression that seemed to be smiling, and his palms were a little embarrassed, and he bowed slightly to Huang Shang.

Huang Shang asked: "The national teacher and the old man Murong are old friends, do you want to help the old friend?" ”

Gu Mozhi was even more embarrassed, and said, "Lord Huang is too worried, this is their personal grudge. If there are adults here, which round will be interfered by others. ”

After finishing it, he also glanced at Ding Chunqiu and Wu Xingyun beside him, neither of these two people was worse than himself, and it seemed that only Huang Shang's order was obeyed.

Xiao Feng is not only the king of the Southern Courtyard of Liao, but also a disciple of Huang Shang, who is also accompanied by the inner servants of the Song Court.

His own Tubo is far away from Daliao, although he is not afraid of this king of the Southern Courtyard, but it is still better not to wade into this troubled water.

Gu Mozhi's eyes drifted straight to Shaolin, and the only thing he couldn't estimate was how Shaolin would react next.

In just a few words of their work, Xiao Feng fought left and right, his left hand dealt with Murong Fu, and his right hand dealt with the four generals, within three or five moves, all four of them were seriously injured and lost their strength.

Fighting Murong Fu again, Murong Fu had no power to fight back at all, and under Xiao Feng's hands, he seemed to be no different from his four generals.

Dazzled, Xiao Feng once again grabbed Murong Fu's vest and held him in his hand, Murong Fu was ashamed and angry.

Xiao Feng shouted "old thief" at Murong Bo, and just like that, he held Murong Fu in his left hand and attacked Murong Bo with his right hand.

If it wasn't Xiao Feng who deliberately humiliated Murong Fu, it was really that the enemy in his heart was not Murong Fu, so he couldn't kill Murong Fu. Let him go, he will inevitably have to entangle with himself again. In a hurry, he carried Murong Fu to continue the battle, anyway, with one person in his hand, he didn't feel inconvenient.

Not mentioning Murong Fu's shame, Murong Bo was shocked, didn't Xiao Feng Dou Xuanci and Murong Fu do their best when they joined forces just now?

In fact, it is the enemy who is very red when they meet.

Although the vicious fight between Xuan Ci and Murong Fu just now was lively, Xiao Feng did not stir up much turmoil in his heart, Xuan Ci was the leading brother, and he didn't know it.

Just like during the first battle of Juxianzhuang, Xiao Feng was extremely restrained at the beginning, he was not a murderer, he would kill people if he shot, and he would slaughter people alive when he stared. If he hadn't been shirked by the Shaolin monk after the miskill, he wouldn't have gone on a killing spree.

Now that he really wants to kill Murong Bo, his natural combat power is off the charts, and Murong Fu is no different from a chicken cub.

Although Xiao Feng was carrying Murong Fu in his hand, he would not deliberately send Murong Fu to Murong Bo's palm, putting Murong Fu in danger and letting Murong Bo throw himself into a trap.

Murong Bo is just dealing with the Xiao family's father and son. But even if he only had Xiao Feng's hand, Murong Bo was under double pressure, making him chaotic.

wanted to run, but his son fell into Xiao Feng's hands again, he didn't know Xiao Feng, he didn't know that Xiao Feng was carrying Murong Fu just because he didn't want his life, he lived with his own heart, and his son had no physiology.

With Xiao Feng, Murong Bo barely resisted less than fifty moves, and was hit on the shoulder by Xiao Yuanshan with a palm.

Although it was a shoulder, Xiao Yuanshan made a move with hatred, and Murong Bo broke a bone and vomited blood.

Xiao Yuanshan didn't give him a smile, and hit Linggai with his next palm, which cost him his life. Murong Bo was powerless to dodge, so he could only close his eyes and wait for death.

At this time, a Buddha name "Amitabha", from the direction of Shaolin Temple, an invisible palm force, hit Xiao Yuanshan.

This palm power was overwhelming, Xiao Yuanshan was taken aback, and could only withdraw his palm and dodge the blow.

Then another wave of palm power rushed towards Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng had never seen such a strong palm power, so he had to let go of Murong Fu.

But Xiao Feng didn't hide, but rushed up with both palms, took root under his feet, and caught this palm wind.

But Xiao Feng already felt tightness in his chest, his face turned pale, and his heart was shocked.

This is just a palm in the air, if this palm is docked, I will never be lucky. I couldn't help but turn my head to Huang Shang, does the master have such skills?

Huang Sheng had nothing else in his eyes, squinted his eyes in the direction of Shaolin Temple, and smiled.

In the direction of Shaolin Temple, a thin old monk in a green robe, with a few sparse long beards that were already completely white, moved slowly, had no strength, and walked out slowly, not like martial arts.

But at this time, he was the only one who dared to move, and his appearance became the center of the stage.

The old monk sighed: "When is the time for retribution?" Shaolin is a pure place for Buddhism, and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion has been turned into a mess by two old Shi, and they want to kill people again? Please also ask Old Donor Xiao to be merciful. ”

The old monk pointed out the theft of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in one sentence, and Shaolin, who had lost his sharpness because of Xuan Ci's shame, immediately regained his spirit.

The abbot died, even if Shaolin's reputation was discredited, as long as the dog was a few years old and did not participate in the affairs of the rivers and lakes, at most the mountain would be closed, and with the background of Shaolin, it would not be difficult to come out again.

But the theft of the martial arts of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is another matter, no one can take the Shaolin martial arts and go down the mountain safely.

The old monk shocked the Xiao family and his son with two moves, and Murong and his son were already lost dogs, and they all looked at the old monk in disbelief.

Xiao Yuanshan said: "Who are you?" ”

The old monk said: "The donor doesn't recognize the old monk? Also, the donor's eyes are all on the martial arts of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, how can he recognize me, the sweeping monk who cleans the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Hey, the old monk has been cleaning the Tibetan Golden Pavilion for forty-two or forty-three years, and I can't remember it clearly. I only remember that I have been disturbed by several donors over the years, including Xiao Lao Donor, later Murong Lao Donor, and Zhu Lai and Sen a few years ago..."

Then the old monk spit lotus flowers in his mouth, and tied Shaolin martial arts and Buddha together, which was mysterious and mysterious, making people unconsciously equate Shaolin with Buddha. The contempt that had just arisen because of Xuan Ci's crime disappeared without a trace. No one thinks that Shaolin is worthy of being the leader of the martial arts, the first major faction, and the martial arts are all tailored for the Buddha, far better than the good courage and ruthlessness of other sects, which fully shows the power of religion, especially the Shaolin monks who are fascinated by it.

Huang Shang couldn't help but sigh when he heard it: "The prosperity of Shaolin will never sink forever because of one person, and it is not unreasonable to be famous for thousands of years." ”

There are so many old monks, the purpose is to tell the world that there is a disaster in practicing Shaolin martial arts, and Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo are already in trouble.

Huang Shangchong's side Gu Mozhi said: "This is Shaolin's means to prevent the leakage of martial arts, and the national teacher has not practiced Shaolin martial arts, so what is the discomfort in the body?" ”

Kumachi's color changed, of course he already had a few symptoms in his body, but it was only mild, he didn't care. But when the old monk came out so clearly, he knew that he had already fallen into the Shaolin way.