Yu Fu stood at the entrance of the cave, looking coldly at the bottom of the mountain, dressed in white, and his body looked extremely thin. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Dare to ask fellow people in the rivers and lakes, why did you kill all my gods?" The desolate voice echoed in the valley, and the voice was full of grief and desolation.

"Your Excellency keeps saying that it is not the Wind and Thunder Envoy of the Wind and Thunder Hall, why don't you dare to go back to my beggar gang to clarify the facts!"

"Joke, you beggar gang thinks I'm a thunder envoy, do I have to clarify and let you and others verify? I can't trust your beggar gang!"

Yu Fuzi used thousands of miles to transmit the sound, and his internal cultivation made Master Wukong surprised, and secretly wondered: It is rare for people with this skill to have this skill in the rivers and lakes, why haven't you heard of this person. What's more, he claims to be a disciple of the Divine Soldier Sect, this Divine Soldier Sect is also unheard of in the rivers and lakes, looking at his expression, it is by no means wanton fabrication, but where did this Divine Soldier Sect come from, can there be such a proud disciple? It seems that this matter needs to be handled with caution!

Yu Fu's words were not afraid of the world's number one gang, which made Wang Xiujie thunderous. "Hugh has to quibble again, you and the four of you can't escape today, and the acquaintances will be caught quickly, lest I call Hanako to make a move." ”

"Hahaha," Yu Fu sneered, but looking at his expression, there was no smile at all, and he was still as cold as ice. "I haven't counted the account of your beggar gang bullying me with a lot of people, you'd better take action now, so that I can learn your beggar gang's chicken and dog immortal stick method!"

"Bold fanatics, I don't know how thick the sky is. Let you see my Taishan Sect Kung Fu!" Saying that, a disciple of Taishan Sect performed light skills, kicked a few times on the cliff, and then rushed towards Yu Fu, and the long sword in his hand had already been drawn.

Some of Taishan's disciples applauded repeatedly.

This disciple on the mountain is Tao Guang, the son of Tao Jie, the head of the Taishan faction, nicknamed the life-chasing sword. Tao Guang saw that Yu Fu was young, and he ignored everyone's existence, and even insulted the number one gang in the world, so he wanted to teach this nameless boy who didn't know the height of the sky and the height of the earth!

Tao Guang hadn't arrived yet, his wrist trembled, and he pulled out several sword flowers with one sword, and he couldn't tell whether it was stabbing at Yu Fu's chest or his shoulder. All the vital parts of Yu Fu's body were shrouded in sword light. It was half of the ruins in the Yin Yang Sword that he was chasing. Seeing that his figure had just arrived at the mountainside platform, he didn't see any movement from Yu Fu, and he was already standing behind Tao Guang, his thin body seemed to be blown up by the mountain wind. The cold light in his hand flashed, and a stream of blood spurted out from Tao Guang's neck, and the morning sun corresponded, as if a rainbow was generated.

Tao Guang's figure rolled directly down the mountainside and fell into meat puree.

The disciples of Mount Tai rushed to the corpse, wanting to collect the corpse, but they couldn't do it!

"Amitabha, don't prescribe the precept of killing. Master Wukong made a Buddha seal and muttered.

"Someone kills me, how can I sit back and wait to be killed!" Yu Fu said lightly, as if Tao Guang's death had nothing to do with him.

Everyone was at a loss, and they wanted to step forward with light skills, and there were less than ten people who could hunt down and kill this wind and thunder messenger, and even fewer people whose skills were above Tao Guang. Among the people present, only Master Wukong had the highest skill, and everyone couldn't help but look at Master Wukong.

"Since the donor has nothing to do with the Wind Thunder Hall, please follow me to the Shaolin Temple, I will protect your life and give you justice!" Master Wukong said after a moment of silence.

"The donor and his companions are injured, I promise that your lives will be safe until the matter is clarified, how about it?" Saying that, Master Wukong's arm moved, and he immediately broke through the air, leaving ten fingerprints beside Yu Fu's body, which were the Shaolin stunt Dazhi Wuding Finger.

Yu Fu looked back, and the ten fingerprints in the mountain wall next to him were an inch deep, and he suddenly felt cold sweat.

"Senior Brother Yu, Senior Brother said that Shaolin Temple is a martial arts master, you can believe it. Besides, we can't get out of it today, so we promise him. Gongsun Ling'er whispered.

Yu Fu turned to look at Master Wukong, "The four of my senior brothers are willing to administer justice in Shaolin Temple, but my senior brother is seriously injured and can't work for a long time, so please make it convenient for the master!"

"So what do you want!"

"I'll go to Shaolin with you to find out the truth of the matter, and the three of my senior brothers are recuperating from their injuries at the Luoshen Inn in Luoyang. How?"

Wukong pondered for a moment and said, "I promise you, but your senior brothers must not leave Luoyang!"

"This is natural, but all the sects present today must not trouble my senior brother until the matter is clarified!" Yu Fu said categorically.

"Okay! A word is a decision!" said Master Wukong, who turned to the people around him and said, "I have promised this young man that he will not come to the door to make trouble until the matter is investigated, otherwise my Shaolin Temple will lose its trust!"

The crowd bowed their heads and remained silent.

Yu Fu turned around and entered the cave, jumping down with Gongsun Gang on his back, followed by Gongsun Hui and Gongsun Ling'er. The three figures fell into the forest in the blink of an eye, a few feet away from everyone. Everyone secretly had a better feeling in their hearts, and there was envy in their hearts.

"I'll send my senior brother back to the inn now, do you want to come with me?"

Wukong looked at everyone, and everyone excused themselves one after another. Since the Shaolin Temple is involved in this matter, the other sects naturally have nothing to say.

Because the beggar gang found out that the disciples of Fenglei Hall had arrived in Yanshan, Wang Xiujie said that he would report to the leader of the beggar gang and led the beggar gang disciples to leave. The other sects also had their own important things to do and left with the beggars. Only the disciples of the Taishan faction stood aside and refused to leave.

"You wait to bring the corpse of Master Tao back first, I will naturally clarify Master Tao's death, and then deal with it when the matter is settled. Wukong looked at the Taishan disciples and said.

"Master Wukong. Hearing Master Wukong's promise, Taishan's disciples went to find a way to restrain Tao Guang's corpse, and their expressions were depressed.

Yu Fu walked directly to Luoyang with Gongsun Gang on his back, and Gongsun Ling'er and Gongsun Hui walked on both sides respectively, watching the surrounding movements. Master Wukong is two feet away, walking alone, like a preacher monk!

Speechless all the way, Yu Fu sent the three to the inn. After settling Gongsun Gang to sleep, he touched Gongsun Gang's vein, and concluded that there was no major problem, and then walked out of Gongsun Gang's room.

After Yu Fu told everyone a few words, he asked for Gongsun Hui's gold token and went to find Master Wukong waiting outside the inn.

Master Wukong took Yu Fu with him, and the two of them went all the way south and went straight to Songshan Shaolin Temple.

In the inn, Gongsun Ling'er and Gongsun Hui were worried about Yu Fu in their hearts, but they were helpless. If it weren't for that, the few people would not have been able to return to the inn safely today. So I could only secretly pray in my heart that Yu would return to the evil and turn into good fortune, find out the truth, and return safely.

Although Gongsun Gang was seriously injured, he was also worried about Yu Fu's safety. In a hurry, he suddenly felt his inner breath rushing around, and quickly gathered his mind, turned the few true qi in his body to operate, and forcibly suppressed the distracting thoughts in his brain.

Yu Fu and Master Wukong arrived at Shaomu Mountain, and in front of them was the Xie Jian Pavilion.

"Donor, please take off the sword, the place where the Buddha is cultivated, don't bring weapons to offend my Buddha, and hope that the donor Haihan. ”

After a little thought, Yu Fu took out the Wind Dagger from his sleeve and handed it to the little novice who guarded the pavilion.

Master Wukong frowned when he saw Yu Fu's weapon, as if he remembered something, but held back. With Yu Fu, continue to walk towards the top of the mountain.

Shaolin Temple is really the world's martial arts master. All the things Yu Fu saw all the way were Buddhist disciples either practicing or chanting, and the number of disciples was more than 1,000. I couldn't help but marvel at the preaching achievements of Shaolin Temple. Not to mention the subtlety of Shaolin stunts, the number of disciples alone can already be proud of many sects.

When I arrived at the Daxiong Treasure Hall of Shaolin Temple, an old monk in the hall was closing his eyes and participating in meditation, and when he heard someone coming in, he said without looking back: "Wukong, this benefactor you brought is related to the Wind and Thunder Hall?"

Yu Fu was surprised that this Shaolin monk had already reached the level of listening to the voice and arguing position, and the high level of internal strength was really only seen in his life. I saw Master Wukong step forward, "Meet the abbot!"

After that, he whispered in the old monk's ear, and saw the old monk's brows furrowing tighter and tighter.

Yu Fu didn't have any expression on his face, just stared quietly at the Shaolin abbot standing in the hall. Today, I think that fish and meat, others are in charge, except to struggle, and there is really no other way to prepare for a fish to die and break the net.