Wang Yuyan was so frightened that her face turned pale and she couldn't scream. She rushed out from the crowd. Deng Baichuan, Gong Yeqian, Bao Bu Tong and Feng Bo'e also shouted in unison: "Don't hurt our young master!" and ran out together.

Murong Fu's hat was torn to pieces by Feng Yi, his hair was scattered all over the place, and he looked so miserable that he wished he could die immediately to avoid this unbearable humiliation.

Ah Zhu was smart and clever. She had actually guessed the intention of Xuan Ci and Feng Yi's simultaneous attack, but she was still so scared that her heart was pounding.

It happened so fast! Just when Feng Yi's palm was about to land on Murong Fu's head, something strange happened again.

“Stop!”

The voice was soft, clear, yet steady and pleasant to the ear. The depth of his inner strength shocked everyone present. Feng Yi's moves also stopped, and everyone was startled: "Who is coming?"

Looking around, I saw a thin man in gray clothes and a black mask standing on a hillside.

His face was covered with a layer of black cloth, and his true form could not be seen at all, but his pair of bright eyes made it clear that he was definitely not an ordinary person.

A gleam of light flashed in Xiao Yuanshan and Jiumozhi's eyes; they were very familiar with this man.

Wang Yuyan, Deng Baichuan and others have also seen it.

Feng Yi let go of Murong Fu and laughed: "I thought you were still hiding." His body floated away a few feet.

Suddenly, Bao Bu Tong scolded, "You guys think you win by numbers, aren't you ashamed?"

Xuan Ci smiled slightly and ignored it.

Feng Yi flicked his sleeves, and Bao Bu Tong groaned and fell a few feet away. His face turned red and he couldn't utter a word.

The heroes present at the scene could not understand Xuan Ci and Feng Yi's behavior at first, but when Feng Yi spoke and then shattered Murong Fu's hat with his palm, they realized that he did not intend to kill anyone.

Otherwise, when he caught Murong Fumaimen, he could have killed him with a palm strike, so why did it come to this now? This Bao Bu Tong was just asking for trouble.

Wang Yuyan and A'zhu saw Feng Yi let go of Murong Fu, and their concern for Murong Fu overwhelmed their desire to clear his mind. But they saw that Murong Fu's face turned pale and blue, and his expression was very strange, as if someone had suddenly pressed acupoints on him, or he was injured by Feng Yi's internal force.

The gray-robed man laughed and said, "Abbot Xuanci's cassock-subduing magic is so exquisite, and hero Feng's palm power is so fierce!"

When Murong Fu heard the voice, his face immediately turned pale. This was the master who claimed to be Yan Longyuan and taught him martial arts.

Feng Yi smiled slightly and said, "Your Excellency's lion roar almost drove me crazy!"

Regardless of whether what Feng Yi said was true or false, the gray-clothed man's casual shout was heard clearly by thousands of people on the field. His skill was truly astonishing.

Even the monks of the Xuan generation who have practiced Shaolin's unique skills for decades may not be able to do this. This person is definitely one of the most skilled martial artists they have ever seen. Such a person is definitely not an unknown person.

The gray-clothed man bowed and said, "Excuse me, I had no choice." He flashed and came at lightning speed, picked up Murong Fu and swept him away, saying, "Abbot Xuanci's attack on Fu'er is understandable, but every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor, I'm afraid that Hero Feng can't justify it, right?"

Feng Yi smiled faintly and said: "Everyone present today came here to meet Gusu Murong at Shaolin Temple. Master Murong just said it well. He can do his part for the heroes of the world, and Feng Yi cannot be left behind.

Besides, Feng just asked the father who betrayed his son to come out and end everything. Old hero Xiao still has self-awareness, but you are so arrogant. Otherwise, how can I ask you to come out?"

The man in gray asked, "What if I still don't come out?"

Feng Yi's face was as calm as an ancient well: "It's not a pity to kill him!"

The gray-clothed man laughed loudly and said, "Master Feng has always been gentle and low-key, but today he is so fierce and threatening. I don't know why."

Feng Yi said calmly, "I came here today to find out what level of martial arts someone has reached and whether I can really compete with him, so I am in a hurry. If you don't respond the first time you ask me, and you don't come the second time, then there is no need to ask you the third time."

Wang Yuyan frowned slightly and said with an unhappy look: "Do you really think you are so powerful in martial arts that you have nothing to fear?"

Feng Yi said calmly: "You really read all those books for your cousin Murong, didn't you hear what I said just now?

If I had nothing to fear, I would have just gone and challenged him. Why would I waste time here?"

Feng Yi wanted to confront the Sweeping Monk, but he didn't know his strength, so he wanted Murong and his son, and Xiao's father and his son to gather together quickly to explore a way for him.

To put it bluntly, if Feng Yi feels that he can fight with the Sweeping Monk, he will go out and show off. If he feels that he is no match for him, he will lie dormant and practice for a few more years.

Anyway, you must not be like Murong Fu, who came out to show off and ended up being beaten like a dog.

How could others know his strange ideas?

The gray-clothed man laughed: "Master Feng acts according to his will, truly a man of the world, unlike some famous monks who try to be secretive."

Abbot Xuanci clasped his hands together and sighed, "I am ashamed, ashamed, old donor Murong, you spread false news that day, saying that Khitan warriors were going to come to Shaolin Temple in large numbers to seize martial arts books, which led to all kinds of mistakes. Do you ever feel the slightest bit of guilt?"

When these words were spoken, even though everyone had some guesses, they were still shocked.

The gray-clothed man blew lightly with his lips, and the black cloth covering his face suddenly broke into pieces, revealing a face with clear eyes and long white eyebrows. "I didn't expect that the old abbot's martial arts not only improved greatly, but also his eyes became so bright!"

He exhaled with great energy, but spoke without any pause, easily and casually, as if he was just greeting someone without any effort.

There were many martial arts masters among the people present. Seeing that the black cloth was soft and light and did not bear any force, and that he had displayed such amazing internal strength, they realized that Gusu Murong was indeed worthy of his reputation and had amazing skills.

Feng Yi had seen him several times before, but each time he was either wearing a mask or in disguise. This was the first time he saw his appearance so clearly.

Ah Zhu's face turned pale and she grabbed the corner of her clothes with both hands. Xiao Feng looked at her and asked, "Is he Murong Bo?"

Ah Zhu was full of thoughts, staring at Murong Bo in a daze. Suddenly she thought of meeting Murong Bo when she was a child, then she thought of meeting Xiao Feng, and even more she thought of her father and mother. She felt that the world is impermanent and people are like weeds, drifting with the wind, and suddenly she started to cry.

Ah Zhu said nothing, but when Xiao Feng saw her sad and resentful expression, he understood everything. At this moment, he also felt that it was difficult to be both filial and righteous. His heart was full of contradictions, and he felt that all the sufferings and worries in the world fell on himself.

Feng Yi had anticipated this, and this was another topic that interested him.

Xuan Ci was forced by Xiao Yuanshan, so he took the opportunity to expose Murong Bo and divert Xiao Yuanshan's hatred.

Will he eventually pretend to be deaf and dumb, or will he admit the relationship between Ye Erniang and himself and die to protect the law? This is more exciting than before.

And when Xiao Feng sees Murong Bo, will he continue to seek revenge, or give up revenge for Ah Zhu? Feng Yi now has brought out the psychology of a bystander to an unprecedented level.

When Murong Fu suddenly saw the face of the man in gray, he felt inexplicably grief-stricken. He took two steps forward, knelt down in front of him, and his body trembled continuously.

"Fool, idiot..." Murong Bo was also filled with emotion. He patted his shoulder, his throat choked with sobs and he was unable to speak for a while.

"Dad, I am incompetent and I feel ashamed of the Murong family..." Murong Fu said as tears could not stop flowing out.

Murong Bo helped him up and said, "There is nothing to be ashamed of. Abbot Xuanci and Hero Feng attacked at the same time. Let alone you, even Qiao Feng, who is as famous as you, would have suffered the same fate.

Moreover, when I saw Brother Xiao's miraculous martial arts, I was also frightened out of my wits. However, Emperor Gaozu of Han was trapped at Baideng, and Emperor Guangwu of Han was in trouble in Jibei. A temporary defeat is not enough to be considered a hero!"

Everyone was not surprised to hear Murong Bo say this calmly. They looked at his delicate features, three long strands of beard, and calm demeanor, which made him look like a man who had attained enlightenment. Moreover, his words were humble and polite, which made people respect him at first sight.

The name "Gusu Murong" was feared by the world, but Murong Fu's performance just now was really unworthy of this title. Many people thought that this title was probably blown up by the gossipers in the martial arts world. Now, seeing Murong Bo's inner strength that could tear silk apart while talking and laughing, they put away their contempt for the Murong family, including Xiao Feng and his son.

Xiao Feng and his son were also thinking that Murong Fu was confused just now, and Xuan Ci and Feng Yi attacked at the same time. If it were them, the result would be the same, which would just make Feng Yi use more effort.

"I never thought that your Murong family had such great ambitions." Xuan Ci took a deep breath and sighed, "I have been friends with you for many years and have always respected you. That day you told me that the Khitan warriors were going to seize the scriptures of Shaolin Temple in order to destroy the Song Dynasty, and I believed it without a doubt.

Then I accidentally hurt a good man, and I never saw you again. Later I heard that you died of illness, and I was very sad. I thought you were like me, feeling guilty, and died young. Who knew you faked your death and got away with it? "

Murong Bo stared at him with his eyes sparkling, and said, "It seems that the old abbot has guessed the reason why I spread the false news back then!"

"Amitabha!" Abbot Xuanci said, "Since Murong is a Xianbei, it is obvious that you spread false information and faked your death to escape.

Back then, the old hero Xiao was trusted by the Empress Dowager Xiao of Liao. He has always been committed to peace between Song and Liao. However, you want to revive the Yan Kingdom, which will naturally cause disputes in the world again. His ideas are contrary to your goals. If you don't eliminate this threat, you will have a hard time.

After the incident, you are afraid that I will come after you, and you will have no way to defend yourself, nor can you admit it directly, lest you ruin the reputation of the Murong family and make enemies with Shaolin and the Beggars' Sect. At that time, let alone restoring the country, it may be difficult for you to survive in the martial arts world."

"That's right!" Murong Fu nodded heavily and said, "My Murong family has lived in Gusu for hundreds of years. People all think we are authentic Han people, but they don't know that our ancestor is the emperor of Great Yan.

When the Song Dynasty was founded, our ancestor Murong Longcheng was invincible in the world with his skill of "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi". Unfortunately, the great country fell into the hands of the villain Zhao Kuangyin. He did not achieve anything and died in depression! "

He paused for a long while, as if he was remembering the great achievements of his ancestors, and seemed to be gnashing his teeth at the villain's acquisition of the country. Then he slowly said: "But for hundreds of years, my descendants of Murong have taken it as their responsibility to restore the Great Yan and strive to restore the country. When I was young, Song and Liao were friendly and there was no war, so there was no opportunity to take advantage of.

So I took my money and went to the Liao Kingdom, where I tried to make friends with the Khitan nobles and became more familiar with the inner workings of the Liao court.

At that time, the Queen Mother of Liao was in power, and the one she trusted most was Xiao Yuanshan, the chief instructor of the Shan Army.

Xiao Yuanshan said: "You are rebelling to restore your country, so you want to harm me and make my wife suffer a tragic disaster. Hehe, Murong Bo, you are really a nerd. You even know my movements clearly!" He couldn't help but howl to the sky, tears in his eyes.

Murong Bo sighed, "Brother Xiao, whenever the Liao generals and officials proposed to invade Song, you would always speak to the Queen Mother and talk about the benefits of a truce between the two countries, saying that Liao would receive money and silk from Song and the court and the people would be rich. The Queen Mother was very convinced by you, so the proposal to invade Song was never carried out.

But you are a martial arts expert, known as the best fighter in Liao, so it is not easy to attack you. So I made secret plans, inquired about your usual preferences, and prepared to attack your weaknesses.

One day I heard from a relative of yours that September 8th is your father-in-law's birthday, and that day you must bring your wife and children to Wuzhou to celebrate his birthday.

Traveling from Liao to Wuzhou usually takes the Yanmen Pass to the south of the Great Wall. As soon as I heard the news, I rushed to Shaolin Temple to report it. "

Feng Yi said calmly: "It seems that the people of Liao Kingdom don't want people like old hero Xiao to live!"

Everyone suddenly realized that, yes, Xiao Yuanshan's movements were revealed by his relatives, which was terrifying to think about.

Xiao Yuanshan said with a sigh: "Naturally, there are people in Liao who hope that Song and Liao will go to war, and I am also a stumbling block to them.

It is impossible for the enemy to know my whereabouts, so for the past 30 years, I have never returned to my country to say that I am not dead. "

Feng Yi thought about Xiao Feng's future fate and said, "Brother Xiao, it's not hard to see from your father that you'd better not be the King of the Southern Courtyard anymore.

Otherwise, if Yelu Hongji wants to invade Song Dynasty someday, if you agree, it will be against your will. If you disagree, it will be against the emperor's will, and he will never tolerate you!"

Xiao Feng's heart shuddered. Feng Yi's previous words touched the heart of his heart, but could his sworn brother harm him?

Murong Bo said slowly: "At that time, I told the Liao Dynasty's court movements, military information and troops clearly, without any loopholes. In the eyes of Shaolin Temple, this matter is related to the lifeblood of the people of the world and the Central Plains martial arts world, so they immediately sent a message and summoned heroes from all walks of life to discuss countermeasures.

The heroes agreed and went to Wuzhou, Daizhou, Shuozhou, and Yingzhou in batches to try to intercept them. Yanmen Pass is the main route for the Liao Kingdom to go south. Abbot Xuanci and Beggar Gang Leader Wang gathered their best men and guarded a secluded place outside Yanmen Pass. They intercepted Brother Xiao and his party. Alas..."

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With his sigh, the entire Shaoshi Mountain fell into deathly silence.

It turned out that the so-called Yanmen Pass incident involved such a big matter. Many people originally thought that only Xuanci and his group went to rob and kill the Khitan warriors, but who knew that so many people were dispatched.

Xuan Ci showed a look of compassion on his face, and he clasped his hands together and said, "It's a pity that your false news caused many heroes in the Central Plains and Madam Xiao to die in vain, and the old hero Xiao jumped off a cliff. You still failed to fulfill your wish, and the world still did not fall into chaos!"

Murong Bo sneered and said, "Man proposes, God disposes!"

"This is really ridiculous!" Feng Yi sneered, "Even if the Liao Kingdom and the Song Dynasty go to war, what power do you have to restore the country with your Murong family? Do you rely on these four generals? Apart from offending people, what is the use of Bao Bu Tong's foul mouth? For those who have a little bit of ability, let alone whether they can bear his ridicule, how lowly do they have to be to work for your Murong family?"

Murong Bo didn't seem to mind the irony in Feng Yi's tone at all, and sighed softly: "That day when Brother Xiao fought in Yanmen Pass, I saw him carving words on the wall and jumping off the cliff to commit suicide. I knew that the heroes would come to my house to inquire if they found out that the situation had changed. I knew that I had spread rumors and deceived people. I was unwilling and unable to face the questioning of my martial arts friends, so I lived in seclusion in the cellar of my home and never left.

During this period, the Shaolin Temple sent people to investigate. My wife and I had already prepared an excuse, saying that I had left home for a trip more than half a year ago and had not returned yet. My family was very worried about me, so we asked the Shaolin monks to help us look for me.

It turned out that thirty years ago outside Yanmen Pass, Murong Bo hid far away behind a rock and watched the heroes fighting Xiao Yuanshan. Although he killed Xiao Yuanshan's wife, Xiao Yuanshan's martial arts skills were truly terrifying and unimaginable.

Murong Bo was so frightened that his soul left his body. He returned to his home in Suzhou and hid in the cellar for seven days. His whole body was trembling and his heart was filled with fear. No matter how his wife tried to comfort him gently, the fear in his heart never subsided in the slightest.

During this period, the Shaolin Temple sent people to investigate, and Murong Bo ordered his wife to send the Shaolin monks away.

Murong Bo thought that the "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi" technique created by Lord Long Cheng, although it was an exquisite martial art that could divert the opponent's offensive force and created a resounding reputation for the Murong family of "returning the favor in their own way", had a kind of "doing something for someone else". Shaolin martial arts was the best martial art in the Central Plains. If he could obtain the seventy-two unique skills and pass them on to the secretly recruited talents, then the Murong family's strength to restore the country would be greatly enhanced and become even stronger.

After discussing with his wife, Murong Bo disguised himself and disguised himself as a merchant. The Murong family had been planning to restore the country for generations, and the family had a lot of gold and silver. So he came to Dengfeng, Henan with a large amount of gold and silver.

Murong Bo was a man of foresight. He first got to know local merchants in the county town under the pretext of doing local products. He then went to farmers near the Shaolin Temple to buy local products. He then bought houses and farmland, and settled down there. He often wore a bamboo hat and carried a hoe.

He planted vegetables and fruits in the mountain behind the Sutra Repository and got to know several monks in charge of the Sutra Repository. He often sent them some fresh fruits such as peaches, apricots, pears, and dates. Within half a year, he had found out everything about how the Sutra Repository prevented fires, dried books, took shifts, and stored secret books.

Murong Bo then went to borrow Buddhist scriptures from the monk. Shaolin Temple has always been kind to others, so they are always welcoming when someone comes to borrow Buddhist scriptures and they don't suspect him at all.

Murong Bo waited until the opportunity was right, and after three o'clock in the morning, he quietly sneaked into the Sutra Repository and found a book called "The Flower-Picking Finger Technique" on the bookshelf. He was overjoyed, and took it back to his residence to read it carefully, and then lit a lamp and copied it down in detail.

The next night, Murong Bo went again, and in four months, he copied 28 techniques. It was already winter, and he missed his wife, so he returned to Suzhou. He hid the manuscripts in the cellar, picked a few unique techniques, and practiced them every day according to the law, practicing diligently without stopping.

I only heard Xuan Ci say: "My junior brother Xuan Bei came to Gusu to ask you about this matter under my order. I think his words offended you. He also saw some clues in your house and guessed your intention to rebel, so you want to kill him to silence him.

But why did you endure for so many years and only take action after he went to Dali?

Well, you wanted to stir up discord between the Dali Duan Clan and the Shaolin Clan, but his martial arts skills were beyond your expectations, so you used the Murong Clan's ancestral skill of "returning the favor in his own way" and killed my Junior Brother Xuanbei."

Murong Bo chuckled.

Xuanci continued, "Think of the 100-year-old benefactor Ke, who is very wealthy. You recruited soldiers and horses, accumulated wealth and stored grain. You took a fancy to his property and wanted to take it for yourself. You wanted him to take the Murong family's 'Yan' flag. Benefactor Ke refused and maybe even wanted to report it to the government."

Murong Bo laughed loudly and said, "The old abbot never leaves his house, but he knows everything about the world. That's amazing! It's a pity that you can see through everything, but you don't see the firewood. I have been hiding next to your temple with this brother Xiao for so many years..."

Before he could finish his words, two people suddenly roared in unison and rushed towards him. They were Ke Baisui's fellow apprentice "Golden Abacus" Cui Baiquan and Ke Baisui's apprentice Guo Yanzhi.

Murong Bo didn't even look at them. He just flicked his sleeves and Cui and Guo fell several feet away, lying on the ground unable to move.

It turned out that in the blink of an eye, both of them had been hit by his "finger in the sleeve".

Xuan Ci slowly shook his head, sighed, and said, "It is easy to understand others, but it is very difficult to understand yourself. It is not easy to defeat the enemy, but it is even more difficult to overcome the three great enemies of greed, anger, and ignorance in your heart."

Xiao Yuanshan pointed his halberd and shouted, "Old thief Murong, I have met you three times in Shaolin Temple, but you didn't know Yan Longyuan was Murong Bo. Have you thought about how to die today?"

Murong Bo said: "That's right. Brother Xiao is a great martial artist. I am very grateful for your guidance."

It turned out that after Murong Bo returned to Suzhou from Shaolin Temple for the first time, his wife became pregnant, so Murong Bo stayed in Suzhou for a long time. Later, he gave birth to a son and named him Murong Fu, hoping that his son would inherit his ancestor's legacy.

Murong Bo changed his appearance again and traveled around the world under the name of Yan Longyuan, making many friends and rushing to Shaolin Temple to steal scriptures again.

During this period, he met the masked Xiao Yuanshan. After the two fought, Murong Bo was defeated. However, neither of them recognized each other, and Murong Bo even called himself Yan Longyuan.

At that time, Xiao Yuanshan hated the Shaolin Temple to the core, and regarded Murong Bo, who secretly learned martial arts from him, as a fellow enemy, and even gave him some pointers.

Murong Bo stole a few more secret books, and thinking of his wife and children, he returned to Suzhou.

The following year, he went to Dengfeng again and continued copying the secret book every night.

Two months later, he met Xiao Yuanshan again outside the Sutra Library. They fought for the second time. After more than a hundred moves, Murong Bo admitted that he was defeated. Xiao Yuanshan asked him to practice again and fight again.

Murong Bo returned to Suzhou to practice martial arts again. As autumn turned to winter, Murong Bo went to Dengfeng to do business again. At night, he sneaked into the Sutra Repository to copy books. Within a few months, he copied more than 30 volumes.

Later, he discovered that the bookshelf was filled with orthodox scriptures such as the "Avatamsaka Sutra" and the "Mahaprajnaparamita Sutra", and there were no more uncopied martial arts secrets. He thought that he had already recorded more than fifty or sixty Shaolin skills, so he gave up.

At this time, Xiao Yuanshan fought with him for the third time. The two fought for more than 300 moves, but the winner was still unknown.

Xiao Yuanshan thought of the person who was far inferior to him in the past, who became equal to him after being taught by him, and this person turned out to be the culprit of all the evil. He regretted it so much that his intestines turned green. How could he say anything good? Murong Fu, as a son, shouted, "Keep your mouth clean!"

Xiao Yuanshan sneered, "With your little bit of Taoism, how can you have any say here?"

Murong Fu's face turned purple and he felt despair. He also understood that his martial arts skills were far inferior to those of Xiao Yuanshan and his father.

Xiao Yuanshan took two steps forward, pointed at Murong Bo and shouted, "Old thief Murong, I deeply regret that I didn't know your true face and didn't kill you back then. Come up and die now!"

Murong Bo laughed loudly and turned his eyes: "Azhu, what do you think?"

"Master!" Ah Zhu murmured, tears streaming down her eyes. Everything seemed real and illusory, as if she and Xiao Feng were together in a nightmare from which she could not wake up.

After Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan fought for the third time, Jiumozhi was watching nearby. After Xiao Yuanshan left, the two became friends and Jiumozhi passed the flaming sword to Murong Bo.

After memorizing carefully, Murong Bo said that only Dali's One Yang Finger could rival it, and mentioned that the most powerful martial art of Dali Duan family was the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

He also copied a copy of the thirty-odd Shaolin martial arts books he had on hand for Jiumozhi, and said that he would give him other unique skills after Jiumozhi obtained the manual of the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

Jiumozhi was overjoyed, and immediately made an agreement with Murong Bo by high-fiving. However, his flaming sword had not yet been fully developed at that time, so he did not dare to go to Tianlong Temple to steal the scriptures, and returned to Tubo to practice in secret.

The years passed quickly. Murong Bo and his son Murong Fu read widely and their martial arts skills improved day by day. It was at that time that Azhu and A Bi were brought to the Murong family.

One day, Murong Fu came into the back hall and reported that an old Shaolin monk named Xuan Bei came to ask for a meeting.

Murong Fu followed his father's order and went out to tell Xuan Bei that his father was not at home, without revealing any secrets or signs. Murong Bo stayed in the cellar for several days, thinking that Xuan Bei had already left. After secretly discussing with his wife, he knew that with the character of Abbot Xuan Ci, Xuan Ci would not reveal the truth as long as he died, which would damage his reputation after his death. So he decided to fake his death to prevent future troubles. He was afraid that Murong Fu was too young to reveal his true intentions, and even he would not know.

So a few months after Murong Bo left home, his wife informed his son and other family servants that the master had passed away while away. They then arranged the funeral, including the burial, the obituary, the spirit chamber, the condolences, the memorial service, and the burial.

In Ah Zhu's memory, Murong Fu suddenly said one day that the master was dead. Who knew that the master who had killed her mother with her beloved brother Xiao appeared alive in front of her again? She didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

At this point, no matter how heroic and ambitious Xiao Feng was, he became anxious.

Feng Yi said: "Brother Xiao, do whatever you want!"

Xiao Feng frowned, thought for a moment, took a step forward, and said, "Murong Bo, what does all this have to do with Ah Zhu? Could it be that you, Murong father and son, are afraid of me, Xiao father and son?"

"Afraid of you?" Murong Bo sneered, "Although the Xiao family's father and son are extremely skilled in martial arts and are feared by the world, they are not worthy of my Murong family's fear!"

He turned his gaze and fixed it on Feng Yi: "What do you say, sir?"

This turn of events made those who were slow to react stunned, while those who were quick to react admired Murong Bo's sharp vision. (End of this chapter)