Murong Bo!

Abbot Xuanci's eyes suddenly opened, and surprise suddenly appeared on his compassionate face.

The identity of the visitor surprised most of the people present. A dead person reappeared in the world at this moment.

Father!

senior?!

Similarly, Murong Fu also looked at the senior in brown robes in front of him in surprise. He clearly remembered that it was this senior he met before, and he even led the Shangming Cult.

Originally, in Murong Fu's mind, this was just his father's friend, but he never expected that the other person was his father - Murong Bo.

On one side of his body, he pulled off the hood on his head with one hand, and the person who came finally revealed his hidden appearance.

Although his hair is slightly gray, one can still see the elegance and leisurely demeanor of this man in his youth. It can be said that Murong Bo is really a rare person who can endure and do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

A person who is petty is not a gentleman, and a person who is not poisonous is not a husband.

This sentence may be used as a portrayal of him.

"father!"

When Murong Fu finally saw clearly the appearance of the person in front of him, his heart couldn't help but throbbing, and he called out the name he wanted to call out in his excitement.

"Ha ha!"

"Fu'er!"

"How can I, the great Yan man, cry and act like a daughter!"

When Murong Bo saw the somewhat ashamed expression on Murong Fu's face, he guessed what his son was thinking and comforted him: "I just showed my fault!"

Turn around.

His eyes lingered on Dugu Feng for a moment. Murong Bo's face was filled with satisfaction. Looking at the world, there were not many women who were truly worthy of his son in his heart. Wang Yuyan from Mantuo Villa was not there.

Murong Bo's heart.

And now this woman with superb swordsmanship is an existence recognized by Murong Bo.

"Miss Dugu, your sword skills are really eye-opening!"

"I am amazed that a woman can have such a powerful swordsmanship!"

What echoed in Murong Bo's mind was the scene of the previous fight. He, Murong Bo, actually had no advantage at all and was even at a disadvantage. He cupped his fists and said, "My son may not be as good at martial arts as you, but in some things,

Women are not as good as men after all! So, please give my son a chance!"

"..."

Dugu Feng frowned when he heard this, feeling a little strange about this sentence.

Similarly, Yue Yuan, who was standing aside, also heard the different meaning in these words. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, but said nothing.

Looking away from everyone, Murong Bo cast his eyes in the direction of Abbot Xuanci who had been staring at him. After giving him a look that he hadn't seen for a long time, Murong Bo focused on Zhuge Xiaohua who was not far in front of him.

On the body, he said in surprise: "I said to myself that I didn't show many tricks. If you want to find me here with just martial arts, you are not enough!"

"Tell me what went wrong!"

"Because you have the spices specially prepared by me!"

The person who answered was not Zhuge Xiaohua, but a slightly clear voice, which came from behind the heroes.

After hearing this, the heroes immediately separated and looked behind them.

What you see.

It's three young people.

He looks about the same age as Zhuge Xiaohua.

The speaker was a young man holding a folding fan and dressed as a scholar in Tsing Yi. He had a kind and indifferent smile on his face, but looking at his frivolous steps, you could tell that this young man's foundation was not very good.

Next to the scholar, there was a bald monk who barely even bothered to open his eyelids and kept sleeping with his eyes squinted. Judging by his attire, he was certainly not a monk from the Shaolin Temple. He breathed calmly and moved forward steadily, vaguely protecting the scholar who was speaking behind him.

.

As for the person walking behind, there was a handsome young man with a arrogant look in his eyes. He was scanning the surroundings with his eyes. His eyes passed over the other people one by one, and finally the handsome young man's eyes stopped at

On Yue Yuan's body.

There was a long pause.

The three of them clasped their fists and said to Murong Bo: "Six Doors Ye Aichan, Xu Xiaoyi, Yuanxian have met Senior Murong!" Even though the three of them had figured out all this, they still couldn't help but sigh at the other's scheming.

Have forbearance.

"oh!"

A look of sudden realization appeared on Murong Bo's face, and he murmured: "It seems that when we fought against you in Dengfeng, Henan, you left a mark on me! I was careless!"

"Yes!"

Xu Xiao, who was dressed as a scholar in Tsing Yi, nodded and said, "When you fought with my senior brother and junior brother, you were already contaminated by that spice!"

"You have already investigated and found out that Yan Longyuan is me!"

"Yes!"

"Everyone in the world thinks that Xixia has a famous hall, but they turn a blind eye to the Six Gates of Song Dynasty!"

"We have discovered that a large amount of money has gone unaccounted for, and the weapons business... ha, he is rebelling!"

The one who said this was the youngest Yuan Xian. His eyes were vaguely pretentious. During the hasty fight, his fellow apprentices were in danger. Fortunately, they survived the danger, but he also saw the gap in skill.

The person in front of me is indeed the world-famous Murong family.

The star-studded movements of one hand are astounding.

Looking at everything in front of him, Yue Yuan suddenly realized that at this moment, he looked like a theatergoer, but he didn't care.

Even Yue Yuan himself did not expect such changes in the current situation.

Not to mention the heroes who were completely shocked by the change of situation.

Beggar gang scandal.

Six doors.

They came forward one after another. This change of situation really made the vast majority of people in the world unable to react for a while.

Seeing this, Yue Yuan also understood why Murong Fu was targeted by people from the Six Gates. Apparently, when Murong Bo was incarnate as Yan Longyuan and doing business in Henan, he showed some flaws and was noticed by interested people.

"Ugh!"

That's Cai Jing's territory.

As he pondered, Yue Yuan remembered who was there, and soon the person who had talked to him in the inn came to mind.

Using spices and following the clues, it seems that the arrangement that Murong Bo has hidden for decades will fall short.

It seems that when Murong Bo was doing business in Henan, he most likely came into contact with some people in the officialdom and exposed his feet, which led to the six doors.

But when Yue Yuan thought this, he found that Murong Bo's face did not have that kind of disappointed emotion. Instead, he was smiling, with thoughts flashing in his eyes, obviously thinking about what went wrong. Faced with

Liumen's oppressive expression remained unchanged, and even with the changes in the expressions of the people around him, he didn't take it seriously.

I have to admit that if I don't have excellent arrangements, I have enough confidence.

Just then.

Shaolin Abbot Xuanci slowly stood up and asked, "Donor Murong, long time no see!"

"Now the poor monk finally understands why the donor did such a thing in the first place!"

After hearing this, Abbot Xuanci finally understood why the Battle of Yanmen Pass was such a big problem. The ultimate reason was that everyone fell into Murong Bo's plan, for his dream of restoring the country and for his cause of rebellion!

In an instant.

Qiao Feng also understood.

Suddenly his eyes burst into tears, and he glared at Murong Bo angrily. The man in front of him was the real mastermind behind the tragedy of his family. At the same time, he suddenly understood who the boss behind the scenes was?

The head of Shaolin——Abbot Xuanci.

"The hatred between parents is irreconcilable!"

Full of anger, full of grief and indignation, at this moment Qiao Feng finally found a place where he could show his strength, stepped out, and walked directly in the direction of Murong Bo with his majestic body, and said loudly: "Old thief, you have to accept your fate."

!”

After saying that, he raised his hand to reveal the Beggar Clan's secret technique - the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon.

Bang!

Double palm strike!

The air rippled like water ripples, and the faint sound of dragon roars emanated from the ears of countless people. It was not known whether this was simply caused by the momentum of the palm technique, or whether it was a whistling sound caused by the air flow brought by the palm technique.

For a moment, under this palm, the heroes nearby were forced to retreat.

The bluestone beneath my feet shattered and exploded into countless fragments flying in all directions.
To be continued...