Xiao Yuanshan looked at Murong Bo leaning on the pillar with his eyes squinted at him, and saw that his face was calm and his mouth was slightly smiling, as if he was happier than living after death.

Instead, he vaguely envied his blessings, but he felt that he had finished it all, and after a person died, everything would be eliminated.

In an instant, my heart was filled with depression.

"All my enemies have died, and I have all revenge. But where am I going? Go back to Daliao? What are you doing? Go to seclusion outside Yanmen Pass? What are you doing? Take Fenger around the world and wander around? Why?"

The old monk.

"Old donor Xiao, where are you going, please give me some advice."

Xiao Yuanshan shook his head and said.

"Where am I...I'm going? I have nowhere to go."

The old monk.

"Murong Old Donor, I beat him to death. You failed to avenge this great revenge with your own hands. So you have regrets, right?"

Xiaoyuan Mountain Road.

"No! Even if you didn't beat him to death, I don't want to beat him to death."

The old monk nodded.

"Not bad! But this old donor Murong and his son, if Mr. Murong hurts his father's death, he will seek revenge on me and you, what should I do?"

Xiao Yuanshan was discouraged and said.

"The great monk is taking action on my behalf. Young Master Murong wants to avenge his father, so he will kill me."

He sighed and said.

"It's good that he came to take my life. Feng'er, you go back to Daliao. We've done everything, and the road has come to an end."

Qiao Feng shouted.

"Dad, you..."

The old monk.

"If Young Master Murong kills you, your son will definitely kill Young Master Murong to avenge you again. When will the revenge of such grievances be done? It is better for me to have all the sins in the world!"

As he said that, he took a step, took a palm and slapped the top of Xiao Yuanshan.

Qiao Feng was shocked. The old monk could kill Murong Bo with one palm and his father, shouting loudly.

"stop!"

He came out his palms and slammed the old monk in his chest.

He was very respectful to the old monk, but at this time, in order to save his father, he had to fight with all his strength. The old monk stretched out his left palm and pushed Xiao Feng's palms with force, but his right palm still slapped the top of Xiao Yuanshan.

Xiao Yuanshan didn't expect to resist. Seeing that the old monk's right palm was about to touch his forehead, the old monk suddenly shouted loudly and his right palm hit Xiao Feng.

The power of Qiao Feng's palms was stalemate with his left palm. Suddenly, he saw his right palm turn and attack him. He immediately pulled out his left palm to resist and shouted at the same time.

"Dad, go quickly, go quickly!"

Unexpectedly, the old monk's right palm changed direction in the middle, and it was purely a virtual move, just to lure away the power of one palm in Xiao Feng's palms to reduce the force of pushing towards him. Once Qiao Feng's left palm returned, the old monk's right palm immediately turned around, and a slight sound of waves hit Xiao Yuanshan's top gate.

At this moment, Qiao Feng's right palm had already hit him, and with a bang, he hit the old monk in the chest. Then he raked a few times, and a few ribs were broken. The old monk smiled slightly and said.

"What a handsome kung fu! The eighteen dragon-subduing palms are indeed the best in the world."

As soon as the word "one" was said, a stream of blood spurted out from his mouth.

Qiao Feng was stunned and went to support his father, but when he saw that his breathing stopped, his heart stopped beating, and he was already exhausted. He was filled with grief and lost his mind.

The old monk.

"It's time! It's time to leave!"
Chapter completed!