Chapter 125 Good
Su Xinghe was panicking at this moment.
A panicked group!
I couldn't help but think in my heart: "Could it be that I interrupted Xuanci's martyrdom, failed to save the reputation of Shaolin Temple, and absorbed their leader as an experience package, so I led to this Shaolin Temple's Dinghaishenzhen?"

Su Xinghe couldn't help but feel annoyed.

He did not cause trouble at this time, but instead attracted attacks from both the good and evil forces of the entire martial arts world on the mountain.

Why are they said to be the paths of good and evil?

The righteous people are naturally those from Shaolin Temple.

The evil ways are actually the masters of the thirty-six caves and the seventy-two islands.

This group of people are not peaceful at all. All the evil spirits are among them.

If it weren't for the [Life and Death Talisman] of Tianshan Tonglao Wu Xingyun to suppress them, how could the martial arts world be so peaceful.

It was not easy to solve them.
As long as Wuyazi fully recovers his cultivation, he can completely eliminate these people.

But suddenly, the ultimate gatekeeper of this world popped up—the nameless sweeping monk.

Su Xinghe felt more and more anxious, and he started to attack Duan Yu with all his strength. He had to get rid of this guy as soon as possible.

Get his inner strength.

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Wuyazi asked again: "You are a monk, and you suddenly attacked me. Isn't it beneath your status?"

Wuyazi is naturally not a person who talks nonsense, but at this moment he really hopes to keep talking nonsense.

The longer you talk nonsense, the more your injuries will heal.

The skinny old monk in a green robe clasped his hands together and said slowly: "Amitabha! I did not sneak attack you, I walked up here openly, you just didn't notice me."

Wuyazi asked, "Why did you, a monk, come to my Leigu Mountain and suddenly attack me?"

The skinny old monk in green robe had no change in expression. He still put his hands together and said slowly, "Amitabha! I came here today only to quell this catastrophe in the martial arts world. You have committed too many sins of killing."

After the skinny old monk in green robe finished speaking, he looked around the valley, then closed his eyes and said with pity: "Today, all donors have slaughtered nearly 80% of the masters in the Central Plains martial arts world, resulting in nine out of ten masters from all sects being wiped out."

The skinny old monk in green robe sighed: "Amitabha! Today I will convert all the donors."

As soon as he finished speaking, the skinny old monk in a green robe took big steps, as if walking in the air. After a few steps, he stepped down from the high platform and came in front of Wuyazi.

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On the other side,
The fight between Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng and Murong Bo and Murong Fu, the two pairs of father and son, did not stop because of the arrival of the nameless sweeping monk.

Not only did it not stop, it became even more intense.

Murong Bo and Murong Fu, father and son, gradually became exhausted.

Their martial arts were no match for Xiao Yuanshan and his son Xiao Feng.

Both of them have the unscientific physique of a god of war, and they become stronger when facing a stronger opponent.

Xiao Feng shouted loudly: "Today's matter will not stop until the death is decided. Take it!"

With a whoosh, he slapped towards Murong Bo. Murong Bo pointed with his left hand, concentrating his strength, trying to dissipate the palm force.

"Rumble"

With a loud bang, a large amount of rocks were knocked down from the stone wall of the valley on the left.

Xiao Feng's palm was powerful. Although Murong Bo brushed it away, he was unable to neutralize it. He simply shifted the force and hit the stone wall.

Murong Bo smiled slightly and said, "Murong in the south! Qiao Feng in the north! They are indeed worthy of their reputations! Brother Xiao, I have something to say, do you want to hear it or not?"

Xiao Yuanshan said, "No matter how you flatter me, you can't ask me not to avenge my wife's murder."

Murong Bo said, "You want to kill me for revenge, but I'm afraid it won't work." Xiao Yuanshan snorted coldly, "Humph! Your martial arts are not as good as ours, so how can I not kill you?"

Murong Bo said loudly: "It is indeed not difficult for you and your son to defeat us, but we are determined to escape, so it is difficult for you to kill us. Even if you kill us, we can still kill one of you at the cost of our lives."

Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan couldn't help but look at each other, and they both understood that Murong Bo was right.

Murong Bo said: "The Xiao family's father and son are both famous and fearless. Who have they ever been afraid of? It would be very difficult to kill me today. I will make a deal with you. I will let you get your revenge, but you and your son must promise me one thing."

Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng were both surprised: "I wonder what tricks this old villain has up his mind?"

Murong Bo said, "As long as you and your son agree to this, you can come forward and kill me to avenge yourself. I will wait for death without resistance, and Fu'er will not come to rescue me."

Xiao Yuanshan was filled with rage, pointing his halberd at him and cursing, "You are a despicable villain who does evil and takes pleasure in other people's misfortunes. What is your intention?"

The Murong family is the descendant of the Murong clan of the Xianbei tribe, and Murong Bo introduced it.

Xiao Yuanshan was somewhat tempted. If they really fought to the death, there would inevitably be casualties. He didn't care, but his son was still very young.

Xiao Yuanshan then asked Xiao Feng for his opinion.

Xiao Feng said sternly: "How can we treat the revenge of my mother's murder as a business transaction? If we can avenge it, we will avenge it. If we can't avenge it, then my father and I will die here. How can my father and I of the Xiao family deign to do such a dirty thing?"

Murong Bo laughed loudly and said, "I have always heard that the great hero Xiao Feng is a man of unparalleled talent and wisdom, but I never expected that today I would find him to be a brave man who does not understand justice and is only interested in his own ambitions. Hehe, how ridiculous!"

Xiao Feng knew that he was trying to provoke him with words, so he said coldly: "Xiao Feng may be a hero or an ordinary man, but I cannot fall into your trap and become the knife that kills people in your hands."

Murong Bo said: "You should be loyal to your emperor. You are an important official of the Liao Kingdom, but you only remember your parents' private grudges and do not think about serving your country with loyalty. How can you be worthy of the Liao Kingdom?"

Xiao Feng said, "Have you ever seen the tragic scenes of Song and Liao killing each other on the border? Have you ever seen the scenes of Song and Liao people's wives and children being torn apart and families being destroyed? Song and Liao have finally stopped fighting for decades. If the war breaks out again and the Khitan cavalry invades the Southern Dynasty, do you know how many Song people will be killed? How many Liao people will die?"

When he got to this point, he recalled the brutal situation of the Song and Liao soldiers fighting each other outside Yanmen Pass. He spoke louder and louder, and continued, "Warfare is dangerous. Is there anything in the world that is sure to win? The Song Dynasty is good at defense. As long as we take advantage of the city walls, it will be a waste of effort. We will only leave a river of blood and a mountain of corpses, so that you, the Murong clan, can take the opportunity to restore the Yan Kingdom.

I am loyal to the Liao Dynasty and serve the country to protect the land and the people, not to kill people for personal glory and wealth, and to build achievements. "

Then Xiao Feng used the [Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palms] to attack Murong and his son. Xiao Yuanshan naturally joined his son in the fight as he could not let his son fight alone.

The fighting power of the Xiao father and son was truly terrifying, suppressing the Murong father and son.

In a dozen or so moves at most, the winner will be decided.

Suddenly, the skinny old monk in green robe who was fighting with Wuyazi said in an old voice: "Good, good! Mr. Xiao is kind-hearted and considerate of the people of the world. He really has the heart of a bodhisattva."

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suddenly,

Wu Xingyun cried out in sorrow: "Junior Brother——————"

When Su Xinghe heard it, he immediately turned around and looked in the direction of Wuyazi.

Suddenly,

I was shocked.

Wuyazi has fallen down.

Wuyazi's realm should be at the same level as the nameless old monk.

Because this world can only accommodate masters who have reached the Grandmaster level.

But Wuyazi had been paralyzed for decades and had not done any exercise for many years.

He was attacked by the monk again.

Of course he is not an opponent.

(End of this chapter)