Murong Bo shouted angrily and got into a posture.

"Everyone, this is the grudge between the Xiao father and son and the Murong father and son. Don't come forward!"

This guy has crossed the line!

The onlookers in the martial arts world also looked at Mu Ze. They had just been so frightened, but now an old monk came out, but you fell silent.

"My father and I are Khitan people. If you use this as an excuse to attack us, I, Xiao Feng, will have no objection!"

The increase in force value gave Mu Ze endless confidence.

Murong Bo laughed coldly.

"This master..."

Mu Ze spoke.

"Um?"

But... his inner strength disappeared like a mud cow entering the sea!

Jiumozhi increased the output of his internal energy, but the old monk's expression did not change at all.

"As for the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, I will not let my father transfer them to the Liao Dynasty. The Song Dynasty and the Liao Dynasty have been at peace for a while. If there is another war, the people will be the ones who suffer!"

Jiumozhi's eyes were full of fear and he asked hurriedly.

The old monk came out of the temple. He probably didn't hear what Mu Ze said before.

"Old donor Murong, the young monk has just fought several times in a row and is really unable to fight, but don't worry, old donor Murong!"

Jiumozhi's forehead had veins popping out, he couldn't bear it any longer!

"The master has great martial arts skills, but the young monk needs to learn some tricks!"

Why, you respect the old and love the young?

Before Jiumozhi finished speaking, he felt a hallucination in front of his eyes. The old monk actually appeared behind him, ignoring him and still sweeping the floor.

Jiumozhi's mouth is so big that he can almost swallow a fist.

"Everyone, wait a minute!"

Murong Bo had an angry look on his face.

Mu Ze is silent now, probably because he doesn't know how to deal with it.

Mu Ze's martial arts skills are high and he is the best in the world. Naturally, they believe the other party's guarantee!

Now it's okay, Mu Ze has come forward to guarantee it, and they don't have to cross the line to cause trouble for Xiao Feng. Everyone is happy.

Murong Bo's face turned livid. He did not expect that these people would be so afraid of him when they saw Mu Ze's great power!

snort!

Okay, although he is a little scared too!

"National Master, I would like to express my gratitude for the gift of the book. Can the National Master help me?"

Of course, that would have to be after losing.

He has been raising Gu for such a long time. If the sweeping monk strikes too hard and kills Jiumozhi, what will he do with his pure internal energy?

Murong Bo shouted angrily.

Mu chooses the way.

"Donor Mu, do you know this master?"

I saw Murong Bo calmly looking at the heroes of the world: "Everyone, I, Murong, although I am a descendant of the Yan Dynasty, I also know the harm if the seventy-two stunts are passed back to the Liao Dynasty. If you don't want to be a slave to the country's subjugation, why don't you take it?"

Raise your weapons and leave Xiao Yuanshan and his son here?!"

The old monk turned his head, with a faint smile on his face, and looked at Jiumozhi as if he were a fool.

Jiumozhi shouted while extending his palm.

Xiao Feng stopped in front of Xiao Yuanshan and shouted in a solemn voice.

The sweeping monk said leisurely. After saying that, his body shook slightly, and Jiumozhi flew into the air and fell directly in front of Mu Ze.

Jiumozhi clutched his stomach, his face became more and more tangled, and he could only look up at Mu Ze.

When Jiumozhi heard this, the look of contentment on his face became more and more obvious, "Don't worry, pastor, the monk will be merciful!"

Not far away, Huo Shan and Jian Jiuchong were tied together. Hearing Mu Ze's words, his eyes couldn't help but light up. Good guy, aren't you provoking these knights?

Pointing his finger at the sweeping monk who was walking slowly towards the center, he was speechless for a moment.

What Murong Bo said just now was, "If you are defeated, please Wang Yuyan to save your life!"

Brother, don’t you express your gratitude?

Jiumozhi hit the old monk with a palm, but soon the smile on his face disappeared and he looked up at the old monk's back.

He finally figured it out. There was no point in begging Mu to choose Mao. It was better to beg Wang Yuyan and make a bet. Wang Yuyan would save his life for the sake of his relatives!

Forget it, it’s better to seek help from others than from yourself!

Murong Bo's eyes were sharp.

The risk factor is too high!

Seeing everyone retreating, Mu Ze adhered to the idea of ​​​​giving a bone to a big stick and continued, "I, Mu Ze, will use my reputation to guarantee that I will never let Mr. Xiao bring the seventy-two Shaolin stunts down the mountain!"

Jiumozhi, who was pretending to be dead on the ground, looked at Mu Ze with his eyes widened.

Mu Ze frowned, what does Jiumozhi think of him?

Those who didn’t know better thought you were my little brother!

Don't make trouble, I want to absorb your inner strength. I'm embarrassed to see you!

"Amitabha!"

"Brother Xiao, we, father and son, will learn from your clever tricks!"

Still too young!

Jiumozhi raised the corner of his mouth and walked forward slowly. It was still up to him, an experienced person, to help Mu Ze deal with it!

"This master!"

"Show mercy!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the mountain gate.

Then he put on a posture and said, "That's it for now. If you still want to take action, feel free to do it!"

He was not being merciful to him!

He looked ready.

Just as Jiumozhi was about to speak, the sweeping monk appeared behind Jiumozhi again.

Mu Ze's eyes widened, what does Jiumozhi mean?

Wouldn't that be a fool's errand?

Jiumozhi looked at Mu Ze who kept winking at him and gave him a reassuring look.

Jiumozhi held his stomach and let out another ouch.

Jiumozhi looked at the people around him pointing and had a strange look on his face.

"The national master is very skilled in martial arts, I admire him very much!"

Mu Ze made a sharp stroke with his right palm, and everyone in front of them was covered by a streak of frost. A huge circle of frost surrounded Xiao Yuanshan, Xiao Feng, Murong Bo and Murong Fu.

To be honest, Mu Ze was his beloved relative, friend, and brother. Murong Bo asked him to help deal with Mu Ze's sworn brother, which was equivalent to pitting himself against Mu Ze!

Jiumozhi's figure also became psychedelic, and suddenly appeared in front of the old monk.

"You probably didn't hear what Master Mu just said..."

"If you want to take action against me, think about it yourself. As long as you can't kill me and I escape, there will be absolutely no place for you in heaven or on earth!"

Jiumozhi struck out with one palm and went straight to the old monk's back.

"If you recognize me as your father, then do as I say!"

Isn’t this taking Shaolin’s job?

Mu Ze's words were not heard by the people around him. They were all shocked and speechless by the sweeping monk's tyrannical force.

Just by moving his shoulders, Jiumozhi flew backwards. This kind of martial arts was simply unbelievable!

Does their Shaolin still have this kind of existence?

The sweeping monk put down his broom, clasped his hands together, and walked between Xiao Feng and his son, Murong Fu and his son.

He recited a Buddha's name softly, which seemed to say, "Everyone, step back, I'm going to start my performance!"

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