The man in black shouted.

"Miaoji, Miaoji. I called a gust of turmoil and evil. It was the subordinate of Gusu Murong. The Shaolin Sect had to make things difficult for Gusu Murong, so there was no need to hold a hero meeting. I would like to experience the skills of the Shaolin Sect masters at this moment."

Xu Zhu took two more steps back, and his left foot was already outside the pavilion, and said.

"It turned out to be the Feng Duke. My master said that my temple respectfully invited Gusu Murong to come to my temple, and it was definitely not a courage to offend it. It was just that there were rumors in the martial arts world that many heroes and heroes have died in recent years under the magical power of Gusu Murong's "using his way to do it, and giving it to him."

"My uncle, Master Xuanbei, passed away at Dali Guoshen Temple. I wonder if it has anything to do with Murong, Gusu. My school is under the abbot, and everyone is suspicious of it, so..."

The man in black rushed to say.

"Is this matter? It has nothing to do with our Murong family in Gusu at all, but I say that, I will definitely not believe it. Since I can't understand it, I have to see the truth from behind. So, let's fight first today, just like playing a drum before the show."

"Before the speech book, I will say a 'Finish First Return', which is lively and lively. On the 9th day of the September 1st, Feng came to Shaolin Temple again, and started from below, and beat them one by one, and they were beaten up one by one, so happy, happy! But at most, there was a fight of seventeen or eighteen, and Feng was covered in bruises and could no longer beat them. If you want to fight against the old abbot Xuanci, there would be no chance. It's a pity, a pity!"

As he said that, he rubbed his fists and palms, he was about to step forward and take action.

The burly man said.

"Fourth brother, let's wait, it's not too late to fight again if it's clear."

The man in yellow said.

"No, no. After explaining it clearly, you don't have to fight anymore. Fourth brother, don't miss the opportunity. If you want to fight, you can't explain it clearly."

The burly man ignored him and told Xu Zhu.

"In Deng Baichuan, this is my second brother Gong Yeqian."

As he said that, he pointed at the Confucian scholar and pointed at the man in yellow.

"This is my third brother, Bao Damn. We are all subordinates of Mr. Murong, Gusu."

Xu Zhu celebrating the four people one by one, saying that they were polite and polite.

"Donor Deng, Princess Donor..."

Pack different sockets.

"No, no. My second brother's surname is Gongye. If you call him the princess, you will be extremely wrong."

Xu Zhu hurriedly said.

"Of course, offend! The little monk has no knowledge, don't blame Gongye donor. Bao donor..."

The bag is different and the socket is inserted.

"You are wrong again. Although my surname is Bao, I have never given charity to monks and nuns in my life, so I must not call myself Bao donor."

Xuzhu Road.

"Yes, yes. Master Bao San and Master Feng Si."

Pack different paths.

"You are wrong again. My Brother Feng will fight you later. No matter who loses and who wins, you have more experience and your martial arts will improve. Didn't he give you a donation?"

Xuzhu Road.

"Yes, yes. The wind donor, but the little monks will definitely not fight when fighting. Monks practice behavior and learn martial arts as the last. If they don't improve their martial arts, they don't have much to do with it."

Storm sighed.

"You regard martial arts so lightly. Martial arts are mostly ordinary, so there is no need to fight this fight."

As he said that, he shook his head repeatedly, his mood was uneasy. Xu Zhu felt relieved and looked happy. He said.

“Yes, yes.”

Deng Baichuan Road.
Chapter completed!