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Then I saw the old monk's feet were slightly wrong, his hands were clasped together, and a scripture was chanted from his mouth!Immediately afterwards, he saw a golden dome barrier appearing around him, covering his whole body!

The Yitian sword struck the golden barrier in an instant, bursting out countless sparks!The ear-piercing sound of swords resounded through the Sutra Pavilion!

But within a blink of an eye, the golden barrier shattered instantly!

Immediately afterwards, I saw the old monk back and forth, hitting heavily on the wooden shelf where the scriptures were placed, and the scriptures that had been sorted out fell to the ground again!

A mouthful of crimson blood spewed out from the old monk's mouth!

At the critical moment, the Yitian sword was withdrawn suddenly!

Victory and defeat!

Chapter 1

Shaolin Temple.

Bookstore.

"I won."

Feng Wuhen looked at the old monk whose mouth was bleeding, and said calmly.

His sword was sheathed as if it had never been drawn.

The restless scripture pavilion returned to calm again.

"The benefactor was able to withdraw the sword at the last moment, which shows that the benefactor still has a kindness in his heart, and it is not that he hates all the people in the world as he said before. This is the luck of the world."

The old monk looked at Feng Wuhen and said seriously.

He knew that if Feng Wuhen hadn't retracted his sword just now, he would have died.

"That's because I have no enmity with the master, we only distinguish between superior and inferior, regardless of life and death."

Feng Wuhen said lightly.

The ever-upgrading Seven Swords of Absolute God, now even he himself doesn't know what level of power he has evolved to.

After learning the magical skill of Vajra Immortality, he will be more unscrupulous in his shots, without any worries.

"The swordsmanship of the benefactor is probably the best in the world now, and no one can compare with it. The old monk admires it."

The old monk looked at the Yitian sword that Feng Wuhen was carrying on his back again, and said sincerely.

"Master is overrated."

Feng Wuhen smiled and said lightly.

"The old monk has already accepted the challenge, and the winner has already been decided. I wonder if the benefactor is willing to let the Shaolin Temple go?"

The old monk looked at Feng Wuhen, changed the subject, and asked seriously.

If he didn't believe that Feng Wuhen would kill everyone in Shaolin Temple just now, but now he believes it.

Perhaps he will never forget the murderous aura hidden in the sword intent in this lifetime.

"I always keep my word."

Feng Wuhen said with a smile.

"Thank you sir."

Hearing the words, the old monk finally breathed a sigh of relief, clasped his hands together, and said gratefully.

Feng Wuhen didn't speak anymore, turned around and walked out slowly outside the Scripture-Keeping Pavilion.

...

As Feng Wuhen slowly walked out of the Sutra Pavilion, the onlookers couldn't help but took a step back with nervous expressions.

They heard all the movement inside just now, and they also felt the murderous aura.

No one dared to look at Feng Wuhen's gaze at this moment.

"It seems that Pavilion Master Feng has won this battle, congratulations."

Xiao Feng took a step forward, cupped his fists at Feng Wuhen, and said sincerely, but he didn't dare to look into Feng Wuhen's eyes.

"It's just a competition, there is nothing to congratulate or not."

Feng Wuhen said lightly.

Learn from each other?

Just sparring?

After hearing Feng Wuhen's words, many people present couldn't help shrinking their necks. The commotion just now was not just about exchanging ideas. If they were opponents, they would have died more than once.

"Murong Bo!"

At this moment, Feng Wuhen yelled and walked straight to Murong Bo.

"What do you want?!"

Murong Bo looked tense as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and summoned up his courage to ask.

"You are very lucky. I promised Master that I will not kill another person in Shaolin Temple, so you don't have to die."

Feng Wuhen said lightly, a hint of disappointment seemed to flash across his face.

After hearing Feng Wuhen's words, Murong Bo was obviously relieved, but then he couldn't help frowning, feeling that something was wrong.

Am I really so afraid of death?

"But not dying doesn't mean I will let you go."

Feng Wuhen suddenly added another sentence!

Hearing this sentence, before Murong Bo could react, he felt a silver light flashing away in front of his eyes!

"what!"

Immediately afterwards, a scream came from Murong Bo's mouth!

I saw that his arms had instantly fallen off his shoulders and fell to the ground!

Feng Wuhen chopped off Murong Bo's arms with one sword!

"father!"

Murong Fu turned pale with shock, screamed, and hurriedly supported his ashen-faced father.

"You... so cruel!"

Murong Bo stared at Feng Wuhen, and said with trembling lips.

"This is the price you paid for that wrong thing 20 years ago!"

Feng Wuhen looked at Murong Bo, said lightly, then turned to look at Xiao Feng.

"This matter ends here, only Quan Guanqing is at your disposal, how about it?"

Feng Wuhen looked at Xiao Feng and asked lightly.

"It's all up to the pavilion master's decision."

Xiao Feng hesitated for a moment, then respectfully saluted Feng Wuhen, and said seriously.

"Okay, then from today, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo will join the Shaolin sect, and follow the masters there to shave or become a monk. In this life, they will not be able to set foot in the rivers and lakes again. The grievances and grievances of 20 years ago will be wiped out."

Feng Wuhen glanced across the faces of Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, and said lightly.

Xiao Yuanshan and the seriously injured Murong Bo looked at each other, neither of them said anything, they lowered their heads in unison.

For such an ending, it may be the best result for the two of them.

"Xuanci!"

Immediately afterwards, Feng Wuhen raised his head again and looked at Xuanci, the abbot of Shaolin Temple outside the courtyard.

Hearing Feng Wuhen's call, Xuanci frowned and walked in from outside the courtyard, and came in front of Feng Wuhen.

"Do you know what happened back then?"

Feng Wuhen looked at Xuanci, and asked indifferently.

"The poor monk repents in front of the Buddha every day, life is better than death."

Xuan Ci sighed and said slowly.

"Since that's the case, from today onwards, you will be the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and become a handyman, reflect on yourself every day, and atone for your sins."

Feng Wuhen said lightly.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Wuhen made a sudden move and slapped Xuanci on the shoulder!

Then I saw Xuan Ci snorted softly, couldn't help but squatted on the ground, his face pale.

Feng Wuhen's palm just now had abolished Xuanci's whole body's cultivation!

The current Xuanci is already a mortal who has lost all martial arts!

"Xuanci!"

There was a shrill roar, Ye Erniang couldn't help but rushed out from the crowd, and threw herself on Xuanci's body, with a look of pain and worry.

Seeing this scene, everyone present remembered what Xiao Yuanshan said before, and instantly understood everything.

"You are the son of both of them."

Feng Wuhen looked at Xu Zhu in the crowd, and said it by sound transmission over thousands of miles.

Hearing the voice from beside his ears, Xu Zhu froze in place, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Woo~woo~"

A loud and clear cry came from the sky, and then a big eagle appeared, hovering over Shaolin Temple.

Feng Wuhen pursed his lips and smiled, tapped his toes to the ground, jumped up, landed on the eagle's back, circled around, and flew away in the clouds.

The Central Plains Wulin people who were present looked up at the sudden Feng Wuhen who came and left suddenly, and couldn't help sighing.

...

Shendiao State.

Xiangyang.

With the support of a group of people, a pale middle-aged man stumbled into the city gate and walked all the way into the city.

His body was already covered with blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own or the enemy's.

Outside the city gate, the fighting was still going on, the smoke was everywhere, and there were countless casualties.

"Brother Jing!"

There was an exclamation, and a woman in a yellow robe walked towards the middle-aged man quickly, her face full of worry.

"Rong'er..."

The middle-aged man's face was pale, and he beckoned to the yellow-robed woman with difficulty...

Chapter 1: The Distress Signal in Xiangyang City

Tianbu Prefecture.

Vulture Palace.

In a large hall, Feng Wuhen was leaning on a chair, sipping wine.

The wine is fine wine that has been cellared for decades on Misty Peak, and the food is the delicacy that Tianshan Child Elder specially sent people to hunt.

After leaving Shaolin Temple, Feng Wuhen did not return to the unknown place, but came to Vulture Palace.

Speaking of which, this place is now considered a branch of Tianya Haige. After all, many people in Tianya Haige are from Vulture Palace.

"Pavilion Master, as you said, is it true that my senior brother Wu Yazi is no longer alive?"

Tianshan Child Elder looked at Feng Wuhen with a painful expression, and couldn't help asking.

She is a relatively nerdy person, and she hasn't left Misty Peak for many years, so she knows very little about the world and has no interest in it.

If Feng Wuhen hadn't told her, she would not have known that the senior brother she was thinking of was already dead.

"He has already passed on all his life's skills to a monk from Shaolin Temple, and that young man is now the new head of the Xiaoyao Sect."

Feng Wuhen said lightly.