From Low Martial Arts to Great Antiquity, I Created Mythical Fairy Martial Arts

Under the leadership of Xuchen, Qiao Feng soon came to Shaolin Courtyard.

In the other courtyard, one person was dressed in black, tall and burly, with sharp eyes, and one person was dressed in white, with a demeanor like a fairy.

It was Xiao Yuanshan and Gu Heng.

As for the other women, who are used to the environment of Shaolin, they have long gone to the peaks of Songshan to play in the mountains and waters.

"This is Young Master Gu." Xu Chen introduced to Qiao Feng, and then he saluted and stepped back respectfully.

Qiao Feng clasped his fists: "I have seen Brother Gu, I don't know what Brother Gu said before?"

Gu Heng looked at Xiao Yuanshan: "It's up to you to talk about it. After a few decades, Qiao Feng should know the truth of the matter."

Xiao Yuanshan was excited, and before stepping up to 567, he ripped open his clothes, revealing a blue wolf head tattoo.

"The old man's surname is Xiao, and it's your father."

This is very direct: I am your father!

Qiao Feng was stunned for a moment, if he hadn't seen that Xiao Yuanshan's wolf head was the same as the tattoo on his body, he would have hit someone on the spot.

"Please make your words clearer." Qiao Feng looked solemn, "Don't make fun of Qiao Mou."

"Humph." Xiao Yuanshan snorted coldly, "Your surname is not Qiao, but Xiao. Thirty years ago..."

Recalling the past, Xiao Yuanshan's face showed a trace of grief, and when he talked about it, he could still feel his grief and despair at that time.

Qiao Feng listened and was puzzled at first.

Halfway through, I was inexplicably sad.

At the end, he looked sad and angry, his fists were clenched, his nails had pierced his skin, and blood was dripping.

"what……"

The wailing sound was like a wolf roar, and his expression was desolate.

At this moment, Qiao Feng was a wounded lone wolf.

"Hey, Feng'er, you don't have to be sad, it's all over. As long as we kill our enemy, we will avenge your mother." Seeing that Qiao Feng was so sad, Xiao Yuanshan couldn't bear it, "Then Xuanci, forget it. , he was also deceived and used as a gunman. Moreover, [-] years ago, I robbed his son and asked him to meet his son for more than ten years, but he couldn't recognize each other. It was a bad breath. ."

Knowing that the real enemy is not dead, Xiao Yuanshan is far less crazy than the original.

After thinking about it, he actually admired what Xuanci had done.

As a general, he naturally has a good impression of patriots, even if it is a hostile camp.

Now that I think about it, isn't Xuanci a patriotic heart of Quanquan?

What's more, now that Xuanci is half-dead, Ye Erniang died, and robbed Xuzhu, although his hatred has not disappeared, it is not so strong.

"Father, let's go to Murong Bo. Didn't you say he's not dead yet?" Qiao Feng's eyes were red, "Today we will send him back to the west to pay homage to his mother's spirit in heaven."

"Okay." Xiao Yuanshan nodded and looked at Gu Heng. .

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"Let's go." Gu Heng nodded, "Then Murong Bo is not far from Shaolin, and it just happened today that this old thing will be over."

The pace was flying, and they led Xiao Yuanshan to a grotto in the back mountain.

"For the convenience of stealing scriptures, Murong Bo lived in it."

Hearing this, Qiao Feng shouted at the grotto: "Murong Bo, come out for me!"

The sound is like a lion's roar, which is the Shaolin lion's roar.

In the cave, the voice echoed, and there was an echo for a moment.

"Beggar Gang Qiao Feng!"

The voice fell, and a tall and thin man in black came out with his face covered.

His eyes were sharp and his expression surprised, he never imagined that someone had found his place.

The sound of footsteps sounded, and the Shaolin monks had already held up monks' sticks and quickly surrounded them.

Xuan Ji, Xuan Ku and the others landed and surrounded them.

"Is it really the benefactor of Murong Bo?" Xuan Ji asked aloud.

"Like." Xuanci's weak voice sounded, "Old patron Murong, I didn't expect you to die. Haha, you were so ruthless in your plan back then. If you tried to provoke a dispute between Song and Liao, do you know how many people will die? Under your conspiracy?"

Murong Bo sneered, pulled back the veil, revealing a face that had been through the vicissitudes of life: "Innocence, once a man is successful, his bones will die, Wang Tu's hegemony is a child's play, and what will happen to the dead?"

Xiao Yuanshan nodded and said ruthlessly: "That's good. Since that's the case, let's make a conclusion today."

Xuanci looked at Xiao Yuanshan, her voice trembling: "Donor Xiao Yuanshan, you really didn't die. What happened back then was the fault of the poor monk. If you want revenge, you can find me. The others are led by me, and they don't know anything about it. "

Xiao Yuanshan waved his hand: "Forget it, you are all idiots on this matter. Today you only punish the first evil. Feng'er, what do you say?"

"Xiao Feng already understands what happened back then. The fault lies in Murong Bo's conspiracy to mislead, what's wrong with Abbot Xuanci? Even if I learn this news, I will still lie in ambush at Yanmen Pass, so how can I blame others. Father , Murong Bo, leave it to me, and die for me!"

In the past ten years, Xiao Feng did not know how many conspiracies of Liao and Xixia were destroyed.

If he encounters a conspirator like Murong Bo, wouldn't he also be unable to please him and make a big mistake?

With a soft whistle, the palm of the hand broke through the air and patted Murong Bo.

Xiao Yuanshan wanted to step forward to help, but Xiao Feng shouted: "Dad just watch it, I, Xiao Mou, want him to die clearly."

Xiao Feng and Murong Bo did not differ much in skill. They were also fighting geniuses. Even if their strengths were the same, he could find the right opportunity to turn defeat into victory.

He attacked with fifty or sixty moves in a row, relying on his youth and strong physique, this old man Murong Bo was shaken with blood and panting.

"Hey, brother-in-law, the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon doesn't seem to be as good-looking as in the TV series." A Zi's voice sounded, and the person was already beside Gu Heng.

The other girls also floated over and surrounded Gu Heng.

It turned out that when I heard the movement and saw that there was a good show to watch, the people who were traveling in the mountains and waters came back again.

"It's a computer special effect, and real martial arts can't be compared". Gu Heng shook his head.

Of course, it's just this world.

Azi was immediately interested.

Only Zhong Ling was very curious about fighting in the arena and enjoyed watching it.

She had never left the Valley of Myriad Tribulations as far away as before, where had she seen such a wonderful fight.

While watching, he also cheered on the people in the field.

"Alas..." Wang Yuyan sighed and finally retracted her gaze.

If it was before, she said she couldn't make a move.

But now that her heart has been placed on Gu Heng, she will naturally ignore Murong Bo's affairs.

But, how can people be ruthless?

How many years of relatives she was, she couldn't turn a blind eye, so she had to pretend she didn't see it.

At this moment, I felt my palm warm.

Wang Yuyan raised her head and heard Gu Heng say: "Don't take this matter to heart, Murong Bo has been evil for many years, and today is only full of evil. Besides, your adoptive father died at such a young age, and there may not be Murong Bo's means behind him. You know, In order to restore the country, he killed a lot of masters. This is the case with the owner of Funiu Village."

"Mantuo Villa has a lot of wealth and is related to the Xiaoyao faction. If there are only orphans and widows left, wouldn't it be easy for the Murong family to use them?"

Before she could finish speaking, she felt Wang Yuyan's palm tremble.

"Thinking about it this way, it seems really possible."

Azhu, Abi and the others are not fools, and when they heard this, they looked at Murong Bo with sharp eyes.

At this point, two hundred strokes had already been fought on the field.

Murong Bo is familiar with hundreds of martial arts, and he has been hiding in Shaolin for such a long time.

Xiao Feng, on the other hand, was just a set of Dragon Subduing Palms. Although his moves didn't change much, he fought fiercely and domineeringly, restraining Murong Bo's ever-changing changes.

"Murong Bo!"

The next moment, I saw a white shadow fall into the arena, and with a raised hand, Murong Bo was immediately set in place.

Murong Bo was shocked: "Yuyan's niece?"

This niece, who I grew up watching from a young age, actually has such magical powers, even if she gets the Free and Easy Inheritance, it won't be so powerful.

Murong Bo simply doubted life.

Xiao Feng was also stunned, he raised his palms, but did not fight.

Wang Yuyan turned back: "Brother Heng, it's up to you, I want to know the truth of that year."

"Okay." Gu Heng nodded, stepped forward, and asked directly, "Murong Bo, was the death of the Mantuo Villa Wang family related to you?"

The voice was flat, but there was a strange feeling of seductive soul.

The spiritual power has reached hundreds of times that of ordinary people, and Gu Heng no longer needs so many fancy things to display, just a thought.

"I killed it." Murong Bo's expression was sluggish, but a sneer appeared on his face, "The Wang family is stubborn and actually said that my Murong family's return to the country was a dream and refused to get on my boat. That can only be removed. The remaining orphans Widowed mother, isn't it easy to control?"

"Anything else?" Gu Heng continued to ask.

Murong Bo showed a proud look: "There is also the barberry pie..."

Under the power of Soul-moving Dafa, Murong Bo told all the bad things he had done over the years like a bean.

The scene was extremely quiet, and even the kindest little monk in the Shaolin Temple had an angry look on his face.

Gu Heng didn't wait for Murong Bo to finish speaking, looked at Xiao Feng and said, "Okay, he'll leave it to you."

Xiao Feng was speechless.

This revenge is unbearable.

However, this enemy was restrained by others, and he naturally had no reason to open up another fight.

Looking at Xiao Yuanshan, he said, "Father, did I do it?"

"I'll come." Xiao Yuanshan sighed, "This matter is caused by me, and it will naturally be eliminated by me. Killing him will dirty your hands."

When I came near, I was about to start when I heard a voice from the scene: "Amitabha, donor Xiao, hold on, when is the time for retribution, if you kill him today, and tomorrow his son will come to you for revenge, isn't it a waste of murder?"

With that said, a monk in gray who was sweeping the floor lined up the crowd and stepped forward.

His steps were flat, but there was a gentle force that pushed many monks away, and he had a grand master's demeanor.