Murong Fu was discouraged, heartbroken. At this time, I escaped death, and I couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised. Immediately bowed to the ground, kowtowed to the gray-robed monk and thanked: "I want to help my predecessors, great kindness, Murong Fu is unforgettable." ”

The gray-clothed monk bowed to him calmly, but did not reply, just waved his hand. Stared at Murong Fu for a moment, and saw that he was just oppressed by Huangfu Yan's palm power and shed some blood, and there was no major damage, so he set his eyes on Huangfu Yan. Thinking that this young man was not forced back by his own palm for half a point, he was awe-inspiring, and said in his heart: "What is the origin of this kid, he is young, and he actually has such skills!"

But he snorted: "At a young age, he is so ruthless." He's already thrown in the towel, so why would you kill him!"

Huangfu glared at the old monk, and sneered: "The vendetta of the rivers and lakes is your life and death! Why, if you hit the small one, the old one can't help but take action?"

The gray-robed monk's body was shocked.

Murong Fu was puzzled in his heart, not knowing why this masked senior master wanted to save him, and immediately looked up again.

Seeing that the gray-clothed old man was flustered, Huangfu was even more sure in his heart, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Why, Mr. Murong Bo didn't say hello when he saw his son?"

When Murong Fu heard him mention his father's name, he stood up suddenly, his face changed, and he immediately shouted: "Huangfu Yan, don't deceive people too much, my father has been dead for more than two years, please be respectful!"

Huangfu Yan ignored him, just stared at the gray-clothed monk.

"Old man Yan Longyuan!" Xiaoyou is joking, but he does have a close personal relationship with Old Mr. Murong Bo!" The gray-clothed monk said, pulling down the gray cloth on his face.

When Huang Fu heard the words "Yan Longyuan", he was even more sure that the person in front of him was Murong Bo, who had cheated to death.

Murong Fu looked surprised, and said with a smile: "Murong Fu is fortunate to be able to see the dignity of the shopkeeper of Yanyun Pavilion!" As he spoke, he stepped forward and saluted.

Seeing that he didn't recognize Murong Bo in the slightest, Huangfu couldn't help but admire his Murong family's disguise technique.

In addition to stirring up wind and rain everywhere on the rivers and lakes, and secretly stealing martial arts in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the Shaolin Temple, Mingli also assumed the alias of the big businessman Yan Longyuan, who was engaged in business and accumulated power on the rivers and lakes.

After Murong Fu took over Yanziwu, he often had business dealings with this Yanyun Pavilion, but this shopkeeper was a dragon who saw the beginning and the end, which made him feel sorry. At this time, I found that the life-saving benefactor was actually the mysterious shopkeeper, and I felt even closer.

Huangfu saw that the two of them were talking happily, but they sneered in their hearts. This family is all goods whose hearts are higher than heaven and whose fate is thinner than paper, and it has taken several generations of hard work to even pull up a decent force, they can only play some intrigues and tricks, which cannot be compared with Fang La at all.

The gray-clothed monk saw that Murong Fu had lost all his confidence after being defeated by Huangfu, and comforted: "Back then, Mr. Murong Bo relied on his own strength to break through the great name of 'returning the other man's way to the other', which is not trivial. Your Gusu Murong family's family martial arts are magical and mysterious, unparalleled in the world, but you haven't learned home. The old man is not talented, and he also got the guidance of the old gentleman back then, you should take a closer look!"

Huangfu Yan knew something was wrong when he saw him make a move, but Murong Bo was intent on sneaking attack, and he only had time to shout at Hestia, the target he was pointing at: "Be careful!"

Hestia turned her head and smiled at him, between her and Gongye Qian, the great shift of the universe has been accumulating strength, although the gray-clothed monk's finger wind came suddenly, but she couldn't help it.

Soon, the invisible finger of participation was on Hestia's shoulder, but it only made her body pause for a moment, and soon she sank like a stone into the sea.

Gongye and the three of them have been suppressed by Hestia, and they are extremely helpless in their hearts, and they have long secretly chilled. At this time, I was overjoyed to see the old-timers come to help.

But soon, the faces of the three of them froze.

I saw an extremely powerful force suddenly fed back from Hestia's sword.

The three of them immediately had a numb scalp and immediately turned over and jumped up, but they were still a step slower, leaving several sword wounds on their bodies, and they couldn't help but be shocked.

Murong Bo just said, "This is your Murong family's 'Shenhe Finger'!" Seeing Hestia knock the three of them to the ground, his face immediately froze, and a look of shock appeared. He has a full understanding of the world's martial arts, and his conceit and eyesight are amazing, but he can't see Hestia's martial arts path.

His eyes floated, and he couldn't help but say: "This woman has a strong sword aura all over her body, and her sharpness is exposed, obviously she has won the true meaning of ...... sword."

Thinking about it, his eyes finally fell on Huangfu Yan, and the look of surprise in his eyes became more and more intense.

Murong Fu didn't expect Hestia to have such strength, Gongye Qian's three people worked together, even he didn't dare to win easily, who was this state woman, she was so good. Thinking about it, the others had already come to the three of them, and while checking the sword wounds, they helped a few people to bandage them simply. But seeing that those sword wounds were deep and visible, it was even more awe-inspiring for a while.

At this moment, the four great ministers of the Murong family had no strength to fight again.

Murong Fu secretly estimated that with only himself and Yan Longyuan, I am afraid that he would not be able to help Huangfu and the others today.

Over there, Murong Bo pondered for a long time, but he didn't expect the origin of the martial arts of the two emperors, and finally couldn't help asking: "The two of them are young, and their skills are shocking, not only the disciples taught by the masters, but the old man still has some relationship with them?"

As he spoke, his heart flashed, and a hint of hidden melancholy appeared on his face, the Great Song Dynasty has produced such a handsome character, but I don't know where the opportunity for the revival of the Great Yan Kingdom is?

Huangfu sneered and said, "Yan Daxia is too self-righteous!"

At this moment, a loud voice suddenly came from outside the temple gate:

"The means of the little brother of the emperor are really clever, but the little monk will be miserable!"

The emperor secretly screamed that it was not good, and he had already heard that it was Gu Mozhi, who had met at night, and couldn't help but glance at Hestia, and became worried.

I thought: "Although this monk may not be stronger than Murong Bo, but he must be very successful, he has a deep relationship with Murong Bo, and he spies on the 'meritorious relics' of the Zoroastrian Sect, so he naturally wants to help Murong and his gang, this victory or defeat, it is difficult to say." ”

He didn't know at this time that the relics that had caused many incidents had already been devoured by the Gu poison.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and everyone heard the sound and looked, only to see that ten zhang away, a yellow-clothed figure was rushing in the air, and the speed was extremely fast. I was taken aback immediately. The fact that this person was so far away to be able to convey his voice so clearly shows how profound his skills are.

Murong Bo heard the sound of distinguishing people, and he had already heard that the person who came was the Great Wheel Ming King of Tubo, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Murong Fu was already desperate, and suddenly saw his expression, and his heart moved. Looking at the melancholy look on Huangfu's face, he was immediately overjoyed, knowing that the person who came was a friend rather than an enemy.