Although Murong Bo did not speak, his move was tantamount to admitting that Xuan Bei was killed by him, because Xuan Bei died under his best skill "Weituo Pestle". The monks of Shaolin all glared at him. If they had not received the abbot's order, they would have rushed over and attacked Murong Bo, the man who killed Xuan Bei.

Xuan Ci nodded and said, "You have been in my temple for so many years, and you have also practiced the "Weituo Pestle" magical skill, one of the 72 unique skills of Shaolin. But the Henan Funiu Sect's move "Tianling Qianli" is your martial arts skill, and I think I don't want to spend my time practicing it. You killed Ke's hundred-year-old donor, and you are the real family-born kung fu, but I don't know why?"

Murong Bo smiled sinisterly and said, "The old abbot is extremely smart and can't leave the mountain gate. He knows all the love affairs in the world, which is very admirable. Please guess this matter..."

Before they finished speaking, they suddenly saw the two of them roaring in unison, rushed out of the crowd, and rushed towards him. It was Cui Baiquan, the Jin Abacus of Funiu Sect in Henan and his nephew Guo Yanzhi. When they heard Murong Bo admit that he killed their senior brother and master, how could they still stand it?

But how can Cui Baiquan and Guo Yanzhi compare with Murong Bo? Murong Bo showed a sneer on his face, and just flicked his sleeves with his robe. Cui Guo and his two fell several feet away like they were flying clouds and mist. They lay on the ground and could not move, but in this moment, Murong Bo had hit the acupoints with his "middle fingers of the sleeves".

Xuan Ci had already felt strong in her palm and wanted to vomit. Seeing that Murong Bo did not hurt Cui Baiquan and Guo Yanzhi's lives, she relaxed again and continued, "The donor Ke's family is rich and has always been cautious in their actions. I really couldn't think of where he offended Mr. Murong. Well, yes, you recruit soldiers and accumulate wealth and food. You have a crush on Mr. Ke's property and want to take him for your own use. Most of the donor Ke's unwillingness, and maybe you want to report to the government."

Murong Bo laughed, raised his thumb and said, "The old abbot is amazing, I can't get up! It's a pity that you are obsessed with everything outside. But you ignore your family yard. After hiding in the temple with Brother Xiao for so many years, you know nothing."

Xuanci shook his head slowly, sighed, and said, "It is easy to understand others, but it is difficult to understand yourself. It is not easy to overcome the enemy. It is even more difficult to overcome the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance in his heart."

Xiao Feng took two steps, pointed at Murong Bo and shouted: "Old thief Murong, you culprit, come up and get to die!"

Murong Bo laughed a long time, jumped up and rushed towards the mountain.

"Where to escape!"

Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng shouted in unison and chased the mountain from left to right. These three people were all top masters in the martial arts world, and their light skills reached the peak. In just a blink of an eye, they had already gone far away.

"Dad!" Murong Fu shouted and followed him up the mountain.

His light skills were also very good, but he seemed quite inferior to the previous three people. Although he started only a little slower, he was left a lot. But when he saw Murong Bo, Xiao Yuanshan, and Xiao Feng, one in front and two behind, the three of them ran towards Shaolin. A gray shadow and two black shadows disappeared between the yellow walls and green tiles of Shaolin Temple in an instant.

"Brother Xiao!"

Azhu shouted anxiously, worried about Xiao Feng, and wanted to chase him, but her martial arts skills were mediocre. But where could she catch up?

Ling Muyun's heart moved and said to Azhu: "Azhu, don't worry, I'll go over and take a look."

After saying that, he nodded to Wang Yuyan and Mu Wanqing. He jumped and chased towards Xiao Feng and others. Although Ling Muyun started much later than Murong Fu, his light skills were so high that in just a blink of an eye, he had already swept into the temple like a gust of wind and disappeared.

Although the others wanted to follow him to watch the fun, Ling Muyun and others were too skilled, and they had already gone far away in a blink of an eye. Moreover, this place was Shaolin Temple after all, Ling Muyun and others didn't care, but they dared not be scruples. After a moment of hesitation, the few people couldn't even see a shadow, and they couldn't chase after them even if they wanted to.

But it was said that Murong Bo was exposed by Xuan Ci. To put it bluntly, he was the one who caused the disaster to Yanmen Pass. Ling Muyun immediately exposed his Murong family's plan to restore the country from generation to generation to the heroes of the world. Murong Bo knew that not only did the Xiao family and his son get rid of him quickly, but even the heroes of the Central Plains could not tolerate him, so he did not go down the mountain and immediately flew to Shaolin Temple.

There are many houses in Shaolin Temple. Murong Bo has been hiding here for decades and is familiar with the terrain. No matter where he hides it, it is not easy for Xiao and his son to find it. After hiding this time, he will naturally have a place to stay.

But Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng hated him to the core, how could he let him escape? He immediately followed him like a shadow. Xiao Yuanshan was the same age as him and had similar skills. Since Murong Bo ran for a while, Xiao Yuanshan would be unable to catch up.

But Xiao Feng was in his prime, and his skill cultivation had just entered the state of innate success. His martial arts energy was at its peak. After exerting force, he was going to the front line faster than Murong Fu. When Murong Bo ran to the gate of Shaolin Temple, Xiao Feng had already chased him several feet behind him. With a palm, he slapped it, and his majestic palm power hit Murong Bo's back like a tide.

Murong Bo sensed that the palm power was attacking his body, and hurriedly used his power to return to his palm to block it, but he felt his whole body tremble, his internal breath was unstable, and his arms were also shocked. He couldn't help but be shocked: "This Khitan puppy has such a powerful palm power!"

In amazement, Murong Bo acted without any slowness. Then the countershock power of the palm was connected to float forward, and suddenly rushed to the gate of the mountain, and flashed into the gate of the side.

How could Xiao Feng allow him to escape? He hurriedly rushed into the temple. However, since Murong Bo entered the temple and walked around the corridors everywhere, he was familiar with the road and moved around, and his body was as smooth as a loach. Although Xiao Feng's palm power was strong, it was difficult to hurt him while chasing him.

The three of them are all first-class masters in the world. Among them, Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan are very familiar with the environment in Shaolin Temple. They rushed to the outside of the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple in a short while.

Seeing that Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan were chasing each other, Xiao Feng was approaching several times, almost hurting him from behind. Murong Bo knew that it was difficult to get rid of it, so he also felt like he was trying. He jumped into the window and tapped the sleeping hole of the four monks guarding the pavilion as soon as he made a move. He turned around and sneered: "Xiao Yuanshan, is it that you father and son who are together, or are we two old guys fighting alone and fighting to the death?"

Xiao Yuanshan did not answer immediately, but flashed and blocked the pavilion door and said, "Brother, block the window, don't let him go."

"Yes." Xiao Feng agreed, flashed and blocked the window, with his palms in his chest. The father and son surrounded him, blocking his way out, and did not allow Murong Bo to escape again.

At this time, Xiao Yuanshan said, "Murong, you and me are a bloody feud. This is not a contest of martial arts skills. Naturally, my father will join forces to take your life."

Murong Bo laughed and said, "Brother Xiao is equal to me, and Xiao is even better than Brother Xiao. The martial arts are still better than Brother Xiao. You and your father and son join forces, and I can't beat it, but it's not that easy for you to kill me."

"Who dares to kill my dad!"

At this moment, a sudden shout sounded, and then a figure flashed. There was already one more person in the pavilion. The person who came was a young man of 27 or 28 years old, Murong Fu.

Although Murong Fu was a little behind when he started, he was already a top master in the state of innate small success. Although his light skills were not as good as his father Murong Bo, Xiao Yuanshan, Xiao Feng and his son, they were not completely left behind by the three. When the three stopped chasing and entered the Sutra Pavilion together, he took the opportunity to chase and arrived in time.

Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng couldn't help but look at each other, with a little more solemn and vigilant in their eyes. They had seen Murong Fu's martial arts before, and although they were not as good as any of them, they were definitely not mediocre.
Chapter completed!