Shomuro Yamashita.

"Look!"

"Is it really ......?"

With the appearance of the two black shadows, the crowd present continued to exclaim, pointing to the two people who suddenly appeared, and there was a lot of discussion.

There were two old men dressed in black, although they were all masked in black veils, but they could still see that all of them had white hair, and they looked quite old.

"Who the hell are you?!"

One of them, a slightly chubby old man in black, ignored the surrounding discussions, looked at Xiao Jun, and asked in a deep voice.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is whether I'm right or not? Why don't the seniors reveal their identities, lest everyone present think I'm talking about it. ”

Xiao Jun smiled, looked at the slightly chubby old man in black, and said slowly.

"Father!Is that you?!"

Murong Fu, who was disheveled, walked quickly to the fat old man and shouted excitedly and nervously.

"Get out of here! I'm not your father! I don't have a son like you!"

The fat old man glared at Murong Fu and said in a deep voice.

"Father, I know that I lost to someone else just now, and I lost face to the Murong family, and the child begs for punishment!

Murong Fu suddenly knelt on one knee on the ground, looked at the fat old man excitedly and said.

"Your brain is burned out, right?!You lost the face of the Murong family, what does it have to do with the old man!?"

Before the words fell, the fat old man had no choice but to tear off the veil and say loudly.

Seeing the appearance of the fat old man, Murong Fu froze in place in embarrassment, his face was blue and purple for a while, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

"Rebel son, I'm here! How can you recognize a thief as a father!?"

At this time, another relatively thin old man also took off his veil, stared at Murong Fu, who was still kneeling on the ground, and shouted, his face turned green with anger.

"Father!"

Only then did Murong Fu see clearly that the thinner old man was his real father.

"Shame on you!"

The thinner old man glanced at Murong Fu and said helplessly.

That's right, he is Murong Bo, who has been faking his death for many years and has been lurking in Shaolin Temple.

"Feng'er!"

The slightly chubby man looked at Qiao Feng who was standing beside Xiao Jun and shouted a little excitedly.

Xiao Yuanshan!

Qiao Feng frowned, looking at the old man in front of him, who was stranger than familiar, with a complicated expression, he hadn't seen him for twenty years, but he didn't expect to meet again in such a way in the end.

"You're really not dead?!"

Qiao Feng looked at Xiao Yuanshan in front of him and asked suspiciously.

"It's really me, my good son, let my father take a good look!"

Xiao Yuanshan said as he walked towards Qiao Feng.

But Qiao Feng couldn't help but take a step back, his expression becoming more and more complicated.

"What's wrong?"

Xiao Yuanshan looked at Qiao Feng a little blankly, with a puzzled expression.

"Tan Gong Tan Po, my master Master Xuanku, my adoptive father and adoptive mother, you really killed them?!"

Qiao Feng looked at Xiao Yuanshan and asked in a deep voice, his face pale.

Xiao Yuanshan was stunned for a moment, frowned, and finally nodded slowly after a long time, acquiescing.

"Why?!Tan Gong and Tan Po don't say it for the time being, why do you want to kill my teacher?!Even the old couple who raised me don't let go!?"

Qiao Feng looked at Xiao Yuanshan with some excitement and said, waving his hand, the tiger roared and the dragon roared, and the strong wind was blowing, and he seemed to have a plan to do it.

"Why? Do you want to do it with your father!? You ask me why I killed them!? Then why don't you ask the Central Plains martial arts people present why they tried so hard to kill our family of three in the first place? If it weren't for them hiding the truth and turning you into one of them, how could you become an accomplice who helped them kill the Khitan?! This is all their conspiracy! They all deserve to die!"

Xiao Yuanshan said with some excitement, looking at the surrounding crowd of onlookers with hatred in his eyes.

"Whether it is the Great Song Dynasty people or the Khitan people, there is a distinction between good and evil, and I have personally seen the Khitan people kill the innocent people of the Great Song Dynasty! Since we are killed by a traitor, then find him and kill him, why implicate innocent people to die for this?!"

Qiao Feng shook his head, still unable to accept that his biological father was the murderer who killed his mentor and adoptive parents.

Xiao Yuanshan was speechless for a while, not knowing how to explain, and turned his head to stare at Murong Bo behind him, his teeth itching with hatred.

"Murong old thief! I blame you! I'm going to kill you!"

Xiao Yuanshan stared at Murong Bo fiercely and said through gritted teeth.

"I really didn't know that the information was fake at the time, and the news I received clearly said that you were a team of Khitan messengers who wanted to be unfavorable to the Great Song Dynasty, and I didn't know that you were a family of three who came to the Great Song Dynasty to visit relatives. ”

Murong Bo hurriedly explained, but this explanation sounded more and more as if he knew everything in advance.

"Still quibbling?!Take your life!"

Xiao Yuanshan shouted angrily, and had already rushed towards Murong Bo like lightning, and the shot was the Shaolin Seventy-two Stunt!

"Old thing, see if I don't kill you first!"

Murong Fu saw that someone was going to do something to his father, so he stopped directly in front of Xiao Yuanshan, pointing at the long sword in his hand with disdain.

"Murong Fu, don't be presumptuous! What qualifications do you have to do it with my father, your opponent should be me!"

Qiao Feng saw that Murong Fu was about to make a move on Xiao Yuanshan, he shouted loudly, and also rushed into the battle group, rushed in front of Murong Fu one step ahead, and slapped the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, with the sound of whirring wind, and slapped directly at Murong Fu!

Soon, Qiao Feng and Murong Fu fought together, you come and go. On the other side, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo had also already fought, and the two of them each used the martial arts they had learned in the Shaolin Hidden Golden Pavilion over the years, and they were inseparable.

The four of them moved softly and began to change directions, causing the surrounding crowd of onlookers to unconsciously retreat to the side, for fear of harming themselves.

Qiao Feng's eighteen palms of dragon descent really deserve its reputation, Murong Fu is not an opponent at all, only Murong Bo is barely supporting, the original two-on-two father-son battle between father and son, it seems that the ending has already become a certainty.

It didn't take long for the four people fighting to fight from the bottom of the mountain to the halfway up the mountain, and then from the halfway up the mountain to Shaolin.

A group of martial arts people poured into Shaolin as if they were watching the excitement, and they were overcrowded for a while. Xuan Ci and the others did not dare to be careless, and hurriedly led all the monks back to Shaolin, blocking the various factions in the rivers and lakes from the Shaolin important land, and no one was allowed to set foot in it.

The four of them fought fiercely, fought and retreated, and finally came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, a place that changed the direction of the entire development.

Yamashita.

Xiao Jun looked at the empty Shaolin Mountain, shook his head, and walked towards the Humvee.

"These two old immortals are simply stubborn, one only thinks about revenge but does whatever it takes, and the other is scheming just to recover Dayan, but in the end they are still empty-handed, but they have enough of their own son! ”

Xiao Jun smiled bitterly and muttered to himself, while jumping into the carriage.

"Shall we go again?"

Wang Yuyan looked at Xiao Jun and asked in a low voice.

"Of course!"

Xiao Jun said with a smile.

On such an important occasion, how could he be missing? Not to mention that the sweeping monk was about to take action!

Immediately after, the Hummer neighed and rushed directly up the hill to the gate of the Shaolin Temple.