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Chapter 62 Player You Tanzhi!

If you talk about the three protagonists of Tianlong carefully, you will find one thing they have in common - taking the blame for their father.

Qiao Feng, the whole process of finding his life experience is the process of constantly taking the blame for his father, Mr. Xiao, killing his father, killing his mother, killing his master, and damaging the martial arts passage. All the crimes were counted on him.

Duan Yu ran away from home and walked around the world, with a constant connection with women around him, but he has been living in the fear of chaos. All the girls in the world are his sisters, and even his goddess Wang Yuyan is on the list of suspected sisters. When the truth finally came out, he discovered that his existence was actually the product of his mother's revenge on his father.

As for the role that Wang Dong is currently operating, Xu Zhu, the father Xuanci mistakenly believed in false news and hurt Xiao Yuanshan's family. As soon as he was born, he was forced to separate his mother and son. He stayed in Shaolin Temple for more than 20 years, and the father and son met and did not know each other.

Under this general trend, Wang Dong has now stepped forward and took the blame for Abbot Xuanci, which is a piece of cake.

"you?"

The eyes of the heroes were concentrated on Wang Dong, and all of them showed an incredible expression on their faces. They all thought that this young monk was young and how much weight could he have? His palm power could be compared with Abbot Xuanci?

Qiao Feng and Azhu also looked at him curiously. Qiao Feng naturally knew his martial arts. If he had taken action, it would indeed cause similar injuries. However, Qiao Feng could not guess how he would stand up at this time and rescue him.

"It's the little monk." Wang Dong said calmly.

"But... why did you hurt her?"

"The little monk injured Miss Azhu to test Qiao Feng."

"Test Qiao Feng?"

"That's right." Wang Dong talked nonsense, "Since the identity of the donor Qiao's Khitans was exposed, all kinds of rumors have been revealed in the world, describing him as a person who is full of evil, evil, evil, and extremely vicious. The monk was curious in his heart, and he really couldn't understand why such a great hero who stood up and upright would become so unbearable overnight. The so-called country is easy to change, but his nature is difficult to change. The monk wanted to test whether the donor Qiao, who has been a good person for thirty years, has really changed his temperament, and whether he will really turn a blind eye to the life and death of an unknown girl."

At this time, someone continued: "The Khitan wild man is naturally insidious and cunning. In order to win the trust of our Han people in the Central Plains, he has just covered up his bad character over the years. Now that his life experience is exposed, he can no longer hide it, so he reveals his true face."

Wang Dong said in confusion: "Donor Qiao is both skilled in martial arts and has the largest gang in the world. If he is willing to be unfavorable to our Central Plains martial arts world or to be detrimental to the Song Dynasty, we have faced many life and deaths. At least the Beggars' Sect will not have such a famous situation now..."

"Little monk, be careful!" Elder Xu of the Beggar Gang shouted.

Xuan: "Xu Zhu, don't be rude! You just said that you were hurting that girl to test Qiao Feng, are you taking this seriously?"

"Returning to the master, every sentence of the disciple is true, and there is no false statement." Wang Dong said.

Azhu leaned in Qiao Feng's arms and whispered: "This little monk has a better ability to lie than me."

Qiao Feng smiled and said nothing, and was really grateful to Wang Dong.

Quan Guanqing, among the Beggars' Gang, suddenly continued: "The young monk is young and really has such skills? Will Dr. Xue misunderstand that it is Abbot Xuanci?"

Wang Dong turned his head and looked at Quan Guanqing and said, "Amitabha, if the leader of the helm does not believe, he can give him some tricks. Monks will not lie, and one monk will hit you ten."

Quan Guanqing said angrily: "You!"

Wang Dong looked at him with a gentle expression, "How?"

Quan Guanqing's face turned pale. After looking at Xuan Nan and Xuan Ji, he didn't take action. He gritted his teeth and said, "Today's hero will discuss how to deal with Qiao Feng, a Khitan dog thief. The Beggars' Sect Shaolin has always had good friends and is in the world. I will not be able to see you."

Wang Dong said: "Amitabha, the master of the helm is the best at speaking beautiful words."

Quan Guanqing held his old anger in his heart, and his eyes were almost spitting out of fire when Wang Dong's eyes were waiting.

"Xuzhu." Master Xuannan said in time to stop him.

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp voice came from the crowd: "The beggar sect was squeezed by a little monk and didn't even dare to fart one. He also said that he was the largest gang in the world. It was really laughable...ah!"

Everyone felt a flash of light before their eyes, and a figure flashed by.

Then, a person flew out of the crowd and fell to the ground with screams.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a man in green robe lying on the ground and moaning in pain.

"He is Tan Qing, the soul-chasing staff!"

Mr. Tan, who came to attend the meeting, took a step forward and pointed out the person's identity, "a disciple of the evil man Duan Yanqing."

Wang Dong put his hands together, walked out slowly, and said, "Doctor Xue, you can take your pulse for this person, and you will know it after a try."

At this time, the heroes came to their senses. Wang Dong just now flashed and grabbed the person at a very fast speed. Everyone was not paying attention. At this time, they saw Tan Qing lying on the ground, and they were indeed seriously injured.

It turned out that when the little monk threw the man out, he handed over his palm.

Although Tan Qing is not a first-class expert in the world, he is still a disciple of a evil man after all. The little monk can grasp him like this, which shows his strength. How can he still verify it?

Doctor Xue said angrily: "We are here today to hold a hero banquet. What kind of evil ways are you, and you dare to attend the meeting."

"What kind of hero conference, a group of mobs."

A black shadow rushed towards the roof and rushed towards Doctor Xue. The heroes were shocked, and several masters rushed forward to protect Doctor Xue.

Unexpectedly, the black shadow seemed to have calculated this point long ago. When he rushed to the middle of the journey, his body suddenly stopped in the air. He turned his body with a strange turn and raised Tan Qing, and rushed straight towards the wall like an arrow.

The black shadow took the lead and used such a wonderful light skill, which surprised the heroes and had no time to stop them.

"Crane in the Cloud!"

As the "violent and vicious" of the fourth of the four evil people, many people in the world still recognize him.

"Go down!"

At this moment, everyone heard the voice of the little monk again, looked up and saw that the little monk was standing on the wall, gently pushing a palm towards Yun Zhonghe.

The latter had a palm in his palm, and his body immediately flew down from the wall, spewing out a large mouthful of blood in the air, and drew a rainbow in the air.

None of the masters in the field, except Qiao Feng, noticed when Wang Dong was on the wall. They realized that they suddenly realized when they saw Yun Zhonghe being injured and landed.

The little monk's martial arts were so powerful, and it seemed to be above the two masters of Xuannan and Xuanji.

If he was willing to help the punch today, he would definitely be able to make Qiao Feng come and go.

Quan Guanqing, standing in the crowd, stared at Wang Dong in a daze, feeling scared. If he couldn't help but start fighting with him just now, he would probably be the one lying on the ground at this time.

"The little monk actually has such a magical skill!" Doctor Xue couldn't help but praise, "Today there is a little monk in charge, and we are like a tiger with wings."

Wang Dong clasped his hands together and said, "I am not here today to deal with Donor Qiao, but to investigate the murderer who killed Master Xuan Ku."

Doctor Xue Shen said: "Isn't it Qiao Feng who killed Master Xuanku?"

Wang shook his head, "Of course not, otherwise I had already taken action to invite Donor Qiao back to Shaolin, why wait until now?"

He paused and continued, "There is someone else who killed Master Xuanku. I have fought with him before, and he may also appear today."

Everyone was confused when they heard this and looked at each other.

Xuan Nan shouted: "Xu Zhu! Don't you know that someone in the temple saw that you, Master Xuan Ku, killed by Qiao Feng himself?"

Wang shook his head, "I have fought with the murderer, and I can conclude that it is not Donor Qiao."

Qiao Feng was about to answer the conversation when suddenly a voice came from the hall: "Of course it was not Qiao Feng who killed Master Xuan Ku..."

A young man ran out of the room and pointed at Wang Dong: "It's you!"

"Tanzhi, why are you running out for? Go back to the house quickly!" You Ji hurriedly shouted when he saw his only son appear.

Wang Dong suddenly became alert, his eyes sparkled, and he looked at the dragon's first love (licking) and crazy (dog) You Tanzhi.

"Dad, you're wrong. Although Qiao Feng is a Khitan, he did not kill his adopted father, mother and Master Xuanku. The one who killed them was this little monk, Xu Zhu."

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience was shocked.

Wang Dong instantly realized that he met the player again, and this time he was an important player.
Chapter completed!
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