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"Boom boom boom"
At the foot of Songshan Mountain, Yun Jian did not go to the inn at the foot of Songshan Mountain, but came to a lonely family, which was the secret stronghold arranged by Wan Qi.
"Young Master, are you here to attend the Hero Conference?"
Yun Jian had just entered the small courtyard, looking at a pair of old women who were approaching from the opposite side, Yun Jian gently took out his token.
"Wang Er and his wife have met the master!"
As soon as the token came out, the two old men actually bowed to Yunjian
"Get up!"
He could see that the two of them really didn't know martial arts, but it was easier to deceive others. Who would care about two old women who don't know martial arts?
"Where's Murong Fu?"
Hearing Yun Jian's words, the old couple opened up a cellar, and there was Murong Fu, who was tied up on a wooden frame,
Looking at Murong Fu at this time, it is obvious that he has been treated once, and his spirit is much better than last time, and the original wound has closed.
At least walking and eating are no longer a problem, so Yun Jian is relieved, so that Murong Bo can save people.
Otherwise, he was really worried that Murong Bo would abandon his son, and this would be a waste of time.
"Well, I took him away, you should find a place to spend your old age in peace!"
"Thank you, master!"
The old couple couldn't help being overjoyed when they heard Yun Jian's words, because they owed favors and had to work hard for 'Yun Jian'. In a word from Yun Jian, they can spend their old age peacefully!
"This is for you!"
Leaving a golden ticket of one hundred taels of gold, Yun Jian left directly. The money was enough for them to settle down in their old age,
At this moment, Yun Jian took Murong Fu directly to Songshan Shaolin, sometimes the most dangerous place is the safest place.
Now Shaolin is full of heroes, and where a group of people are guarding, even if Murong Bo has the courage, it is impossible to plunder people directly from Shaolin.
"who?"
Just arrived in Shaolin, suddenly a big monk stopped Yun Jian, because Yun Jian immediately brought a wounded Murong Fu
Now that martial arts people live in the sand forest, Shaolin's guards have also been strengthened a lot. There is a big monk of the Hui generation, and eight young monks of the Xu generation. At this time, everyone is looking at Yunjian with vigilance.
"Magic knife!"
Yun Jian's voice was very flat, but the word "Magic Sword" sounded like a thunderclap, with a boundless murderous cry!
Magic knife!
Hearing Yun Jian's words, the expressions of the great monk and several monks changed instantly.
The name of the magic knife is known all over the world now, but at that time Hongguoguo had a fierce reputation. Regardless of whether it was Yunjian who almost destroyed Nan Shaolin with a magic knife, or the prestige of a blood sacrificial magic knife, they couldn't believe that the young man in front of them turned out to be a magic knife!
A magic knife, that is the representative of death.
"Are you really a magic knife?"
With doubts, Yun Jian smiled disdainfully and said softly;
"Could it be that there are still people in the world who dare to impersonate my Demon Saber, let alone in Shaolin. I don't think the person who knows me is in the young master. If this doesn't prove my identity, this person should be able to. He is Murong Fu "
Murong Fu?
Hearing Yun Jian's words, the great monk looked at the seriously injured Murong Fu without any doubts.
That's right, who in the world dares to pretend to be that god-like existence, especially since this is the Shaolin Temple, and pretending to entertain them here is simply courting death!
It's not that they Shaolin are willing to kill, but that there are many people in the martial arts here.
The great monk Huixin entered the temple with Yunjian, and one of the monks of the Xu family has already rushed inside to report. The example of Nan Shaolin, they have to be vigilant
Before Yunjian came to the front of the Daxiong Palace, a group of people wearing red cassocks came out, at least all of them were eminent monks of the Xuan family, the same as those of the Kong family in Southern Shaolin.
But behind them, there are a group of people in the martial arts.
"Amitabha, Xuanci, the abbot of this temple, has met the benefactor!"
Looking at Yun Jian, who would have thought that this elegant figure dressed by a young scholar would be the blood-stained, blood-stained demon king in the martial arts world, the magic knife!
Seeing Yun Jian's gaze sweeping towards him, the group of martial arts behind him unconsciously took a step back, and the expressions of all the Shaolin monks changed
The shadow of a person's famous tree.
&nGet golden! ! "
Looking at the golden ticket that Yunjian handed over, everyone looked at Yunjian in disbelief?
Not to mention Yun Jian's sudden change, they were still murderous just now, they almost collapsed, and now they donated some incense money like pilgrims
Compared with Yunjian who worshiped Buddha first and then rolled incense money, people in the martial arts like them live for nothing, and they don't even worship Buddha!
"Thank you benefactor!"
Shot big!
At least once in a hundred years, it is rare to meet, because the incense money donated by Yunjian is actually 10,000 taels of gold!
"Great monk, I'm leaving this Murong Fu to you. I'm worried that someone will rob the prisoner, so I will guard it with your Shaolin Eighteen Arhats. At least I can resist it for a while, and I have time to feel it!"
"you¡¤¡¤¡¤"
This is Hong Guoguo's contempt, what does it mean to be able to resist for a while, completely disregarding the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation of their town temple,
"Amitabha, don't worry, my lord!"
?Looking at Murong Fu, everyone felt a bit of sadness in their hearts. After all, Murong Fu existed like an ant in Yun Jian's hands.
"The Great Monk arranged for me a remote side room by the way, and no one is allowed to approach it without my permission. Before the ninth and ninth Chongyang Festival, I will be in a closed state until now!"
Amitabha!
Hearing Yun Jian's words, Xuan Ci nodded, and at the same time, everyone looked at Yun Jian suspiciously!
Really that simple? In Shaolin retreat, they all looked at Yunjian in disbelief. Compared to Yunjian, Shaolin is undoubtedly a dragon's pond and a tiger's den. It takes so much courage to retreat here. ,, (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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