Jin Fuli and Yu Xiaoyuan were hiding in Dule Temple in Jizhou at this time, but they saw many martial arts people passing by the temple recently, asking for fast food. This incident made Jin Fuli suspicious, as if something had happened. Jin Fuli

After eavesdropping on the conversations of these people, he learned that Tongzhou will hold a martial arts conference recently to elect martial arts leaders to deal with the men in black. Only then did Jin Fuli learn that there were three murders committed by men in black in the past few days. It seemed that someone was pretending to be one.

He committed the crime.

This made the two of them alert. Why would someone pretend to be him? Jin Fuli decided to find out, so he asked for the address of the martial arts conference, and took Yu Xiaoyuan with him on the road. Yu Xiaoyuan didn't want to go, but

Jin Fuli was worried about leaving him alone in the temple. If Emperor Jianwen, the swordsman in white, appeared, Yu Xiaoyuan's life would be in danger. Yu Xiaoyuan couldn't defeat him, so he had to dress up as a monk and follow him on the road.

At this moment, Jin Fuli and Yu Xiaoyuan were hiding in a restaurant a mile away from the Bagua Dao compound, and there was an endless stream of people coming and going. Fortunately, most people in the world were short of money, so they camped in the wild, so there was still one restaurant left.

An empty room was taken by Jin Fuli. The two of them sat in the room to rest, but they could hear the noise downstairs.

I could only hear three or five people discussing loudly, "Tell me, who has the hope of becoming the leader of the martial arts alliance this time?"

"It must be the Shaolin Temple! The martial arts of the Shaolin Temple are the best in the world."

"I can't see it. It is said that Shaolin Temple was not invited this time."

"Really? There is no Shaolin Temple? What about Wudang?"

"Wu-dang isn't coming either."

"Go, Shaolin and Wudang are not here, who should we choose as leader?"

"Hey, there are one temple and two palaces, as well as Yunshui Palace and Yuko Palace."

"Indeed, the Imperial Palace has disappeared for many years. I think it may be that the Yunshui Palace has more opportunities."

"Yes, yes, Liu Ruyun's martial arts is so high that it is said that he has been mastered. Qianqiu Yunshui's palm is ethereal and illusory, empty and real, like the Thousand-Hand Guanyin. If he slaps his palm on this wooden table, the inner strength will be shattered immediately.

I once heard that this Liu Ruyun made a bet with someone and squeezed a stone with his hands. The stone was not broken, but the center was broken into powder. His magical power is unparalleled!"

Tsk, tsk, tsk, everyone let out a sound of admiration. After all, this kind of martial arts only appeared after dinner, and they could not imagine how high this level of martial arts was.

This restaurant is very simple, and one night I kept hearing people in the lobby discussing anecdotes about the world.

Yu Xiaoyuan was sitting cross-legged on the bed and resting. Seeing that Jin Fuli was distracted, he smiled and said, "Why are you so concerned? Do you want to be the leader of the martial arts alliance?"

Jin Fuli was pacing around the room. Hearing what Yu Xiaoyuan said, he felt a little embarrassed and replied: "Don't talk nonsense. I'm just concerned. This person faked my name and committed a crime. I have a knot in my heart. I have to find out who it is."

He's doing something weird."

"Actually, you should go and grab it. You are the best in martial arts. Can anyone beat you?"

"Sigh, if Nie Xiaoping were here, he and I would be equal to each other."

Speaking of this, the two fell silent and thought of their old friends again. Eighteen years ago, these three people walked out of Nanjing and headed for different destinies. Nie Xiaoping was separated forever, and the two of them wandered around the world and hid everywhere.

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Jin Fuli walked faster and faster, but suddenly stopped, turned around and asked Yu Xiaoyuan: "Do you think it could be Zhu Yunwen?"

Yu Xiaoyuan originally closed his eyes to rest, but his eyes lit up and he thought: "Zhu Yunwen? But it doesn't make sense for him to do this?"

"It's hard to say, force me to come out. He knows that if he forces me to come out, he can find you."

"This makes some sense, but it has nothing to do with the martial arts leader. I feel that this martial arts conference has another purpose. If only Cao Shi is serious about it, he will definitely be able to figure it out."

Jin Fuli sat on the bed, approached Yu Xiaoyuan and asked, "Do you think those babies will come?"

Yu Xiaoyuan said nothing and sighed: "It's okay for you. You went to see Jin Huansheng. It's miserable for me. I haven't seen Xiaolian in eighteen years."

"Hey, that's right. You were thinking too hard and that's why you wrote to Xiaolian."

Yu Xiaoyuan patted him and said, "You couldn't help it. You taught Jin Huansheng Sword Technique and saved them twice."

Jin Fuli also sighed. Every time they talked about home and children, the two of them couldn't help but sigh.

After a long time, Yu Xiaoyuan persuaded Jin Fuli: "Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. The descendants of the Assassin family will definitely be able to hold up this banner."
Chapter completed!