That gray figure was a veiled monk!
He was tall and slender, and his face was covered with a gray cloth, leaving only his eyes visible.
His gaze was piercing, containing a hint of aloofness.
"This old monk will join forces with you to deal with Li Huan!"
The gray-robed monk spoke, his voice sounding aged.
Li Huan immediately guessed that the masked gray-robed monk was Murong Fu's biological father—Murong Bo!
Upon hearing that he could join forces with Murong Fu and that as long as they could withstand Li Huan's three moves, they could obtain the position of "Martial Arts Alliance Leader," Murong Bo could no longer hold back and immediately appeared on stage.
If Murong Fu becomes the "Leader of the Martial Arts Alliance," he will be like a fish in water, commanding the martial arts world, and the restoration of the Great Yan Kingdom will be just around the corner!
Murong Fu carefully examined Murong Bo, then clasped his hands in a fist and asked, "Why is this esteemed monk willing to join forces with me?"
Twenty-eight years ago, Murong Bo pretended to die of illness and deliberately erected a tombstone to deceive people.
Murong Fu was also kept in the dark, believing that his biological father had already died.
At this moment, Murong Bo, disguised as a Shaolin monk, stood before him, but Murong Fu could not recognize him.
Murong Bo said, "The martial arts of the Murong family of Gusu are exquisite and unparalleled. You have only learned less than a third of them. Do you really think you can't withstand three moves from Li Huan?"
Murong Fu was startled: "You...you actually know the Murong family's martial arts?"
Murong Bo suddenly extended his index finger and pointed at the bottle of Erguotou liquor on the table from a distance!
Clang! Snap!
The bottle shattered instantly, as if hit by a steel ball, with glass and liquor splashing everywhere.
The scene erupted in uproar.
Murong Bo said, "This is the unique divine skill of the Murong Clan of Gusu, the 'Canhe Finger.' How does it compare to the 'Six Meridians Divine Sword' of the Duan Clan of Dali?"
Murong Fu was both surprised and delighted: "The 'Canhe Finger' is by no means inferior to the 'Six Meridians Divine Sword'!"
Murong Bo said, "This old monk was fortunate enough to learn the 'Canhe Finger' from the ancestors of the Murong clan, but I have only mastered thirty percent of its power..."
"You son of a bitch!" Li Huan suddenly cursed, interrupting Murong Bo.
"You old bastard, it's one thing to pretend to be a Shaolin monk, but why did you break my bottle of liquor!"
"This bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) comes from a foreign land and is worth ten thousand taels of silver! You son of a bitch, pay me back right now!"
Faced with Li Huan's scolding, Murong Bo was stunned.
This was completely unexpected.
Li Huan continued cursing, "You son of a bitch, if you have the guts, go poke Abbot Xuanci. Why are you poking my wine bottle? What kind of bullshit Gusu Murong Clan's family martial art 'Canhe Finger' is that? It's clearly 'Bitch Finger'! You're just itching for a beating!"
Murong Bo angrily retorted, "Li Huan! You can criticize this old monk, but you cannot insult the martial arts of the Murong clan of Gusu!"
Li Huan said, "I'm criticizing the fake martial arts of the Murong family of Gusu, what's it to you? Why are you getting so worked up? You're not even a member of the Murong family of Gusu! Murong Fu didn't say a word, what are you yelling about?"
Murong Bo glared angrily.
Li Huan said, "You old bastard! What are you glaring at me for! Not only did you pretend to be dead, but you also disguised yourself as a monk and hid in the Shaolin Temple to secretly learn the martial arts in the Sutra Pavilion. Did you think I didn't know?"
Murong Bo's eyes widened even further, filled with astonishment.
Li Huan continued, "You stole the martial arts from the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Pavilion, yet you claim it's the martial arts of the Murong family of Suzhou. Your shamelessness is extreme, and you even teach your son with such seriousness. It's utterly shameless!"
Teaching your son?
Murong Fu was completely bewildered!
Li Huan said, "Alright, Murong Bo! Stop pretending. The moment you showed up, I could smell the stench of that old fox on you!"
Murong Bo?
Murong Fu was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.
Wang Yuyan, Bao Butong, Feng Bo'e, Gongye Gan, and Deng Baichuan were also surprised.
Murong Bo said, "Nonsense! I am from Shaolin Temple..."
"Shaolin, you motherfucker!" Li Huan continued cursing, "And you call me an old monk? You think you can take my father?!"
"Outrageous!" Murong Bo pointed at Li Huan, "You used foul language and insulting words..."
"I'll hurt your whole family!" Li Huan raised his voice, "You damn old fox! If you keep wearing your mask, I'll chop your son to death with one blow!"
After saying that, Li Huan raised his hand, deliberately channeling his inner energy, and pretended to attack Murong Fu!
"Wait!" Murong Bo shouted in a panic, quickly removing the gray cloth covering his face and the smooth leather headgear.
"Murong Bo!"
Abbot Xuanci exclaimed in surprise!
Murong Bo smiled calmly and said, "More than twenty years have passed, and the abbot still recognizes me."
Abbot Xuanci said indignantly, "Back then, you falsely spread the news that Khitan warriors were planning to attack the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Pavilion. Even if you were reduced to ashes, this old monk would still recognize you!"
Xiao Feng asked in surprise, "Abbot Xuanci, was it really him who spread false information?"
Abbot Xuanci nodded: "Absolutely true!"
Anger flared in Xiao Feng's eyes.
Li Huan said, "Back then, Murong Bo sent a false message to Abbot Xuanci, which led Abbot Xuanci to lead many experts to ambush Xiao Yuanshan and his family of three who were passing through Luanshi Valley outside Yanmen Pass!"
Xiao Feng was stunned: "Second brother... Abbot Xuanci is... is the leader?"
Li Huan said, "That's right! Abbot Xuanci is the leader! The letter left by Wang Jiantong is signed by Abbot Xuanci!"
Xiao Feng's thick eyebrows furrowed.
Li Huan said, "Last year in Xingzilin, you didn't insist on asking for the signature on the letter, and I didn't tell you either."
Xiao Feng said, "I originally didn't want revenge, but after learning about my background, my desire for revenge grew stronger and stronger..."
As he spoke, Xiao Feng's tiger-like eyes flashed with the fury of revenge as he turned to Abbot Xuanci.
Li Huan said, "Brother's revenge can be dealt with later. I'll fight Murong Bo and Murong Fu first!"
Murong Fu stared at Murong Bo, his face beaming with joy.
For Murong Fu, the news that his biological father had "come back to life" and that his martial arts skills were unfathomable was undoubtedly great news.
Li Huan pointed at Murong Bo and said, "Old fox, if you and your son can withstand three of my moves, the position of martial arts alliance leader will be handed over to Murong Fu!"
Murong Bo said, "What if you go back on your word?"
Li Huan said, "When I run my business at a stall, I value integrity and never go back on my word!"
Murong Bo said, "Fine! If my son and I can't withstand three of your moves, we'll buy two thousand boxed meals! And we'll also compensate you for the ten thousand taels of silver you broke!"
Seeing Murong Bo's confidence, Murong Fu's expression became excited.
"Father! You should have shown up sooner to help your son!"
Murong Bo said unhappily, "You have done a poor job and disappointed me. Otherwise, why would I have revealed my true identity ahead of time?"
Murong Fu hurriedly clasped his hands in a salute: "Your son is incompetent and is willing to accept your father's punishment!"
Murong Bo instructed, "You and I, father and son, must join forces and withstand Li Huan's three moves!"
Murong Fu said, "Please rest assured, Father, I will do my utmost!"
Li Huan said, "My first move, the Nine Yang Divine Skill, you and your son should be careful!"
Murong Fu stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Murong Bo, ready to meet Li Huan's attack...
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