"Murong Family?" In the neat exclamation, everyone's eyes subconsciously focused on the Murong family father and son. Xuannan, Xuanku and others were about to spit out of fire, staring Murong Fu with a wave of face turned pale. Xuanci, Jiumozhi, Qiao Feng and other people with extensive knowledge and rich experience in the martial arts world were similar to Luo Yuchen, and they all showed a thoughtful look.

At this moment, the noise was loud and more than a dozen monks ran back in a hurry, followed by a large group of men in black. Obviously, the defense line composed of Shaolin monks finally collapsed completely...

"Stop! Quiet! Stop!" Severe scolding sounded one after another. The panicked Shaolin monks found their backbone and calmed down suddenly. They made a clear move out of the front with a tacit understanding, walked to the sides of the Shaolin monks, and then turned around and stood back. The men in black, who followed them, stopped involuntarily and slowly rushed up. The people on both sides confronted each other at the door of the Shaolin Temple.

"Who are you? Why do you attack my Shaolin Temple?" After waiting for a while, seeing that the old monk in gray had no intention of speaking, Abbot Xuanci then stood up and negotiated with the other party.

"Old Master, Master, are you really falling into the hands of these bald donkeys?" The answer to Xuanci was such a rough voice. The man in black standing in front of him was slightly commotion, separated to both sides, and gave out the four leaders. The one who made the sound was exactly the evil storm that the little monk Huijing mentioned just now!

"Bald donkey, you are so brave. How dare you detain the owner of our Murong family? Why don't you let them go quickly?" Subconsciously, Feng Boye shouted loudly and threw out a ball of black shadow. Then, under the cover of the black shadow, he rushed towards Murong Fu...

At this time, Murong Fu was still under Jiumozhi's control, and when he was standing in front of the crowd, he was naturally targeted by Fengboye. However, although Jiumozhi's face looked lukewarm, in fact, the repeated plots and repeated defeats tonight had already made him full of anger. He did not dare to act rashly in front of the old monk in gray, but he could not be polite to Fengboye who came to his door automatically!

"Hmph, looking for death!" At this time, Jiumozhi no longer deliberately maintained his demeanor. He sneered. After a fierce light flashed in his eyes, he raised his hand suddenly and slashed out two sharp flame sword energy. One of them aimed at the huge "hidden weapon" in the air, and the other one naturally went straight to Feng Boye's throat!

The flame knife was extremely fast, far exceeding Feng Boye's reaction speed. When the monk raised his hand, he felt that his neck was stabbed by a needle, and a sharp sword aura was imminent! He had only had a moment to flash a surprise and regret in his heart, and he closed his eyes and waited for the eternal darkness to come: "I didn't expect that this monk would be so powerful, this time he was finished..."

However, although Feng Boye had already been waiting for death, he had been waiting for a long time and had not felt the pain coming. However, behind him, a few short screams rang out, but it also came to an abrupt end, as if he had been forced to break.

Slowly and tentatively opened his eyes, Feng Boe Ye felt that the air in front of him seemed to be distorted, and the characters, scenes and other things on the opposite side were a little blurred and distorted. Then, Feng Boe Ye Ye's gaze was attracted by the burning "crescent moon" floating in the air in front of him - the sharp and aggressive heavy feeling was emitted from this crescent moon!

"Oh, Master, please forgive me if you have to forgive me!" Cang, peaceful, but with a sharp sigh that was directly touching, the burning flame sword energy was silently annihilated. Looking at the sound, Feng Boye's eyes narrowed slightly again, and he saw the special "hidden weapon" he had just thrown out, and at this time he had been picked up by the unpretentious old monk in the gray-clothed one in the crowd...

"However, this Feng donor, your heart is too vicious. How dare you use my Shaolin disciple as a shield and a hidden weapon?" Just as he was at a loss, the old monk in gray suddenly raised his head and snorted softly. Feng Boye's ears were like a thunderbolt exploded. He couldn't stand up and staggered backwards. The old monk in gray also put down the black shadow. It was a short and thin Shaolin monk...

"Senior, please calm down!" Seeing Feng Bo's staggering back, Gong Yeqian and Deng Baichuan reached out to support him at the same time. However, with the hand, their bodies involuntarily leaned back, and a potential came, pushing them back. Their faces changed, and they naturally understood that this time they had met a real master. "Senior, please calm down. Brother Feng did not intend to hurt the disciples of the temple, but they were just eager to save their master and were confused for a moment. Please ask Senior to raise their hands and let him go..."

"Hmm?" The old monk in gray did not comment, but just glanced at Gong Yeqian indifferently, and then spoke: "Okay, since it is an unintentional mistake, then I will ask the three donors to put the remaining Shaolin disciples back!"

"Uh, this?" Gong Yeqian was stunned and glanced at Murong Bo. Murong Fu and his son looked at him, and then said with a thorn in his mouth: "Senior, I don't know if the two heads of my Murong family..." Before he finished speaking, but the implication was very clear. He wanted to exchange the Shaolin monks captured by him and others for Murong and his son. Unfortunately, Gong Yeqian found the wrong transaction partner this time...

"Hmph, stubborn!" The old monk in gray had no reaction to Gong Yeqian's hint, and just snorted coldly. Then, he didn't see any movement. Five or six Shaolin monks slowly floated up in the crowd. The people who captured and guarded them, including Gong Yeqian and the other two, were suppressed by an invisible force, and could only watch their captives fly away!

"Damn it, let go of the person! Hand over my master and senior brother!" As soon as the sweeping monk let go of his suppression of them, the one among the four leading people who had not made a sound finally roared and rushed out. However, as soon as he moved, Gong Yeqian and the other two reached out to hold him: "Mr. Tang, don't be impulsive, make a long-term plan, don't be impulsive..."

"Young Master Tang? Can you ask who you are?" He has been paying attention to this "Young Master Tang", Xuan Ci, Qiao Feng, Jiu Mozhi and others for a long time. At this time, Luo Yuchen asked with the opportunity.

"Tang Zheng, you are Luo Wufeng, right? That's all. How dare you compete with me and let me see how much you are the best player?" Mr. Tang glanced at him and gave a careless answer. Luo Yuchen frowned slightly, ignored the provocative meaning in his words, and asked again: "It's better to talk about the competition another day. Mr. Tang, can you tell me what your relationship is with the Murong family? Why do you have to attack Shaolin Temple?"

"A real man is open and honest, and he can tell you the truth. Tang is the closed disciple of the old master Murong Manor. Tonight's incident was not something we had enough, so we came to Shaolin Temple for a trip. It was because these bald donkeys from Shaolin Temple were too much, and they dared to detain the two heads of our Murong family at the same time! Our trip was to rescue them... If the bald donkeys from Shaolin Temple knew about their appearance, they would quickly let my master and senior brother go, otherwise we would never have had a break with you..."

"Donor Tang, be careful!" He was blocked by someone at the entrance of his temple, and he still shouted "bald donkey" happily. Even if he had good cultivation, he would not be effective. Without waiting for Tang Zheng to finish threatening words, Abbot Xuanci pronounced the Buddha's name and interrupted him: "I have something to do, so please donor Tang, please help donor Tang solve my doubts! Donor Tang, you just said that you have received news. I heard that I imprisoned two donors Murong in Shaolin Temple, so I led people to the mountains?"

"Not bad!" Tang Zheng rolled his eyes and admitted it in one go. Abbot Xuanci nodded: "I wonder who Mr. Tang got the news from?" Tang Zheng shook his head and curled his lips, "Why, old monk, why are you asking this? Do you still want to find the person who reported to us and then kill someone to silence me?"

"The donor is joking. How can monks kill and silence people?" Abbot Xuanci defended himself, then looked up suddenly and shouted: "But I can't understand why the person who reported the news for you has such a quick way to communicate? If you count the time, I'm afraid that before the two Murong donors were taken down by us, Mr. Tang, your group of people have already begun to attack the disciples of our temple? I wonder what you have to say?"

"Uh, nonsense, we..." Tang Zheng opened his mouth and suddenly changed his mouth: "Hmph, old bald donkey, whatever you want, anyway, I only see now that my master and senior brothers have indeed restricted personal freedom by you. I don't care about anything else, I just ask you one question, do you want to let go of this person or not?"

"Oh..." Abbot Xuanci sighed, and the expression on his face became firmer: "Sorry, Mr. Tang, I have something to ask the two Murong donors, because in a short time, I may not be allowed to leave Shaolin..."
Chapter completed!