The end of the Heroes Conference, followed by the shaking of the entire rivers and lakes, the abbot of the Shaolin faction and the first seat of each academy, plus a Beiqiao Feng who is already famous in the martial arts of the rivers and lakes, many people who have been famous for a long time, everyone can be said to be a pivotal master in the rivers and lakes, but under Murong Fu's terrifying strength, these people were defeated in his hands one by one!

defeated Xuan Ci first, and then defeated the three Xuanzi generations, if the people in front of them have more water, then the Xuzhu in the back, Xiao Feng's father and son are all real top masters, even so, they are still defeated in the hands of Murong Fu, this battle record that is so strong that it can hardly be described in any language, but it makes any force, any person in the martial arts, have to bow their heads to it.

The news of Murong Fu's defeat of the Shaolin abbot and the head of each courtyard in the Shaolin Heroes Conference was like a wild storm, and in just half a day, it spread throughout the entire martial arts.

Now, as long as there are people in the martial arts, whether it is in the teahouse, in the restaurant, or in some more lively places, they are all talking about Murong Fu's achievements, and they are all happy to do it.

For a while, Murong Fu's fame skyrocketed, if before, his identity was still limited to South Murong and North Qiao Feng, such leaders of the young generation of martial arts in the rivers and lakes, then now, he can be compared with those pinnacle figures who crisscross the rivers and lakes.

Even, many martial arts rookies who are the same age as Murong Fu feel an inexplicable pressure, and they feel both happy and sad in their hearts, happy that they live in the same era as such masters, and sadly that in this life, they may only be able to live under their edge.

And for such a shock above the rivers and lakes, Murong Fu didn't know at all, at this moment, he was still standing under the locust tree with Ah Bi and Wang Yuyan, quietly watching how the sweeping monk on the side healed Xiao Yuanshan's injuries!

At this moment, as the pain on Xiao Yuanshan's face gradually weakened, Xiao Feng was also relieved, even if he was as strong as him, when he saw Xiao Yuanshan's condition gradually improve, he was relieved at the same time, but he also felt a little tired.

"It seems that my father's state at the moment has gradually improved!"

Xiao Feng's eyes stared straight at Xiao Yuanshan in front of the sweeping monk, and saw that the painful color on his face slowly subsided, and after a while, he finally let out a long breath and said.

"Well, you're right, look at his face at the moment, it has obviously changed!" Murong Fu on the side nodded slowly, and with his concentration, he couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw Xiao Yuanshan's face gradually calming down.

The worry on Xiao Feng's face slowly subsided, and he looked at the sweeping monk and said with a smile: "I can't imagine that this senior really has such a means to let my father get rid of the painful torture!"

In this regard, Murong Fu also nodded slightly, in the whole world, if he can cure Xiao Yuanshan's old troubles, I am afraid that there is only one sweeping monk, this kind of strength, even if Murong Fu has perfected his skills, he is not as good as himself!

During the conversation between the two, Xiao Yuanshan, who had been closing his eyes tightly, was full of sluggers, and his face gradually began to return to pale, and then he slowly opened his eyes, and then saw Xiao Feng in front of him at a glance, and he also looked around quite strangely at the moment, and was also puzzled at the moment: "Feng'er, why am I here?"

"Dad, I brought you here and begged this senior to heal your old wounds!" Xiao Feng shook his head with a smile, then looked at Xiao Yuanshan and said, "How do you feel?"

Hearing this, Xiao Yuanshan also frowned, his mind quickly looked at the body, felt the internal force in the body, strong and powerful in the limbs and hundreds of bones slowly flowed, this kind of full of comfort, but it made Xiao Yuanshan a little sudden, since the invasion of severe pain, Xiao Yuanshan has not felt so comfortable for a long time, but other than that, there is nothing wrong!

Immediately, Xiao Yuanshan seemed to have thought of something, and his palm violently ripped off his robe, and suddenly, the wolf head with a flower on his chest appeared in front of everyone's eyes, Xiao Yuanshan lowered his head and looked at the lower abdomen, where the teacup-sized red spots that originally spread out could be seen overnight, but the red spots disappeared completely.

Xiao Feng was also a little stunned, the red spot that was originally the size of a teacup and bowl was obviously the source of Xiao Yuanshan's illness, and at this moment, this red spot disappeared, so it naturally showed that the old wounds accumulated in Xiao Yuanshan's body were completely eliminated by the sweeping monk

Seeing that Xiao Yuanshan, who had carefully inspected and did not show anything wrong, the sweeping monk did not have a trace of expression, as if he had been mentally prepared for this result, and immediately stared at the latter with burning eyes, and said slowly: "Amitabha, congratulations to the old benefactor Xiao for relieving his pain!"

After finishing speaking, Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng knelt down in front of the sweeping monk together: "Thank you, Your Excellency, for saving your life today!"

The sweeping monk turned to Xiao Yuanshan, folded his hands and saluted: "Donor, please get up, the old man asked the old donor Xiao a word: At this moment, the internal injuries of the old donor Xiao have been healed, I don't know what Ling Lang said before, one life is one life, what does the old donor Xiao think?"

Hearing the words of the sweeping monk, Xiao Yuanshan clenched his fists, and there was a faint fierce flash in his eyes, and after a while, he suppressed the emotions in his heart, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "The monk must have asked me to let go of my hatred, right?"

"The old man didn't dare to ask the old benefactor to let go of his hatred, but when will he repay his grievances?" The sweeping monk stared at Xiao Yuanshan tightly, and said softly: "If the family members of the people you killed come to take revenge on you, what will happen to you?"

Xiao Yuanshan sighed lightly, but did not speak!

Seeing this, the sweeping monk shook his head slightly, then raised his head and looked at the wooden house not far away, and said lightly: "Bo'er, do you still want to continue to escape?"

As the words fell, suddenly only a "crunch!" sound was heard, but the closed wooden house was slowly pushed open, and then the eyes were instantly fixed on the door.

At this moment, a figure slowly walked out from the inside, the sun shone down, shining on his body, and suddenly revealed a clear and beautiful, white eyebrows and a long drooping face, with the gradual opening of the door, this old figure, slowly walked out, at this moment, he was frowning slightly, shaking his head and sighing softly.

Xiao Yuanshan's gaze paused slightly on the figure, then quickly moved up, looking at the figure, he couldn't help but lose his mind slightly, for some reason, he always felt that this face had a slight sense of déjà vu, but no matter how he remembered it at the moment. But I still can't think of where I've seen it.

This person's soft sigh came, but his eyes turned to the sweeping monk, and said with a wry smile: "So evasive, I just don't know how to face them!"

The sweeping monk glanced at this person lightly, shook his head slightly, and then said: "Do you know that some things, no matter how to escape, you still need to face reality, and escape will never solve the problem!"

"You're right, the mistakes I made back then, now, what reason do I have to escape?" Looking at the sweeping monk in front of him, Murong Bo also sighed lightly, turned his head, and looked at Xiao Yuanshan.

At this moment, Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan suddenly said at the same time: "You ......" But as soon as the word "you" came out, the two immediately stopped, and after a while, Xiao Yuanshan said: "Who are you? Why do I feel familiar with you?"

Murong Bo had already recognized Xiao Yuanshan from Xiao Yuanshan's dress, it was the black-clothed monk who had competed with him three times without winning or losing, but Murong Bo in front of him was far from the gray-clothed monk at the beginning, whether it was his clothes or his appearance without internal strength, but Xiao Yuanshan was no one out of Murong Bo!

Murong Bo, who hadn't spoken for a long time, finally sighed, waved his hand, and said, "Hey, the great enemy you said you were looking for every night is in front of you at this moment, but you can't recognize who I am!"

"Is it you?" Xiao Yuanshan's eyes wanted to erupt with fire, he forcibly held back the killing intent in his heart, and tried to calm his voice: "You should have said that you were the one who sent the fake message, causing Abbot Xuanci, Wang Jiantong and others to kill my wife and subordinates?

Regarding Xiao Yuanshan's angry expression, Murong Bo was also uncertain, and after a little silence, he said: "Yes, I did what happened back then, and I didn't ......die" (To be continued.) )