Chapter 100 Jiumozhi: My mentality is broken, why are we the Xiaoyao sect again?

"However, this poor monk is also being deceived by others!"

Xuan Ci stood in front of Xu Zhu, patted Xu Zhu's shoulder and said loudly.

After saying that, he looked at Murong Bo aside, "Thirty-two years ago, it was Murong Bo, the old benefactor, who told me that a Liao warrior wanted to steal my seventy-two Shaolin stunts. I believed what he said, and it just caused a catastrophe."

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"Originally I couldn't figure out why Donor Murong did this, but just now I understood Donor Mu's words of 'intending to rebel'!"

"Murong, the old benefactor, turns out to be a descendant of the Great Yan Dynasty. He intends to restore the country! He intends to stir up a dispute between the Song Dynasty and the Liao Dynasty!"

"You guys, so that you can benefit from this!"

Murong Bo was also aboveboard and nodded directly, "That's right! I really want the Song Dynasty and the Liao Dynasty to fight again!"

"After all, Xiao Yuanshan is not only the chief coach of Daliao, his surname is Xiao, he has a wolf head tattoo on his chest, and he is a member of the royal family!"

"A member of the royal family was killed by people from the Central Plains. I thought the emperor would lead his troops to avenge Xiao Yuanshan, but I didn't expect... Humph!"

As soon as Mu Ze said these words, everyone retreated. No one in front of the Baishuang Line dared to cross this line of life and death!

Don't be kidding, this Mu Ze's martial arts skills are so high, they might even run away from him if they swarm him!

At that time, if Mu Ze comes to the door with a knife, what will he do?

Just when everyone was moving the small horses and preparing to watch another battle, a voice of softly chanting the Buddha's name rang out.

Mu Ze said softly.

"Whether you are confident or not, you and your son will find out after you give it a try!"

"Father, although it was Abbot Xuanci who took action, the person behind this is Murong Bo! If we want to settle accounts, we should turn to Murong Bo!"

Now that thousands of people are gathering together, they are naturally full of courage, but once they disperse, they will be facing unknown dangers alone.

He, Jiumozhi, wouldn't want to use the martial arts skills such as Dou Zhuanxing Shift that Mu Ze just collected for nothing. Let's see how he can persuade Mu Ze to leave this old monk while helping Mu Ze maintain his reputation!

Mu Ze thought and turned his head to the side.

Murong Bo hesitated, but he still had to ask Jiumozhi to help!

Jiumozhi felt it and found that he was not injured, but the shock in his eyes could not be concealed no matter what.

Just a word of friendship and you want Jiumozhi to take action?

"Ouch!"

Xiao Yuanshan shouted sharply.

Stop it!

You have to add money!

But what can Murong Bo do?

Stars shift or Shenhezhi or Dragon City Swordsmanship?

All these options are available!

Thinking about Huo Shan in his hands and the Great Shift of the Universe, Jiumozhi made an instant decision!

Donor Murong, don’t blame Xiao Monk. In this world, he is like this!

Mu Ze sighed and helped Jiumozhi up.

But I said it to the sweeping monk!

"Hmph, Xiao Feng, you two, father and son, are too confident!"

"If anything happens to Mr. Murong and old benefactor Murong, the young monk will definitely go out in person and transport their bodies back to Gusu!"

Jiumozhi stepped forward and stood in front of the sweeping monk.

There is no beating at the moment, what if his son gets pregnant?

Let's take a gamble, although the possibility is slim.

"how?"

As for Mu Ze, he raised his eyebrows, why did you leave the Sutra Pavilion?!

Jiumozhi looked serious this time. He would never allow himself to be embarrassed again!

The uncomfortable feeling before no longer exists. If this old monk continues to be ungrateful, don't blame him for being rude!

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent instantly.

He hadn't noticed when Mu Ze was fighting with others just now, but now he took a closer look, what a guy!

Hiss~

Jiumozhi took a breath of air and contributed his share to global warming.

Xiao Feng hesitated for a while, pointed at Murong Bo and shouted sharply.

Except Murong Bo.

Murong Fu gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Well... let's put it this way, Master, you challenged Tianshan Tonglao and Li Qiushui... they were both his disciples!"

Mu Ze said coldly.

His flame knife transformed into an ice knife in Mu Ze's hands!

As soon as these words were spoken, the originally calm crowd instantly became crowded again.

Murong Fu's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it.

The Xiaoyao sect...it's the Xiaoyao sect again. What are you, a Xiaoyao sect, doing as a monk?

Jiumozhi was startled for a moment, and looked at it, Mu Ze was not even happy!

Mu Ze's face was full of disgust. Could it be that this Jiumozhi had a brain problem after practicing the martial arts?

That's why it's so confusing.

It’s outrageous!

Jiumozhi said firmly.

Jiumozhi's eyes widened, Mu Ze had just said that.

The person who came was none other than Xiaoyaozi, who transformed into a sweeping monk!

I saw him holding a broom in his hand, sweeping the floor slowly. After a while, he swept the white circle drawn by Mu Ze.

They're all dead, so sending the corpses is of no use to you!

Xiao Feng expressed his determination and told the Chinese that he would not transfer Shaolin's seventy-two stunts to Daliao.

You are the only one who knows Qinggong!

He looked like he wouldn't listen to the bastard chanting sutras.

Whoever dares to cross the white line will die!

Jiumozhi silently looked at the old monk in front of him, then turned to look at Mu Ze.

When things are over, he still has to persuade his father to keep the seventy-two unique skills. If he really passes them back to the Liao Dynasty, that will truly endanger the Song Dynasty!

I have also fought against Xiao Yuanshan, and it was a draw at most!

"Could it be that the huge Song Dynasty doesn't even have a real man?!"

When Jiumozhi saw that Mu Ze was silent, he suddenly understood.

After Murong Bo finished speaking, many people in the martial arts world gritted their teeth and took out their weapons, aiming them at Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng in the middle.

Seeing Jiumozhi's loyal and courageous look, Murong Bo felt his teeth itching with hatred.

Can they bear it?

His palm really hit the old monk's body.

Mu Ze shouted loudly.

It would be a bit unreasonable to kill him directly. If he didn't kill, others would think that he was bullying and afraid of the strong and dared not take action against the people of Shaolin.

His son is already useless. He practices all kinds of messy martial arts all day long, but he neglects his own martial arts. With this level of fighting skills and the combination of fingers, he will definitely not be able to defeat Xiao Feng's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!

Jiumozhi's eyes were fierce, and he didn't know why. Recently, the anger in his heart had become more and more violent. If he didn't resolve it, he would feel very uncomfortable!

If this is the case, both of our lives will be in danger!

Murong Bo's eyes flickered, he glanced at Mu Ze, then at Wang Yuyan, gritted his teeth, moved closer to Murong Fu, and whispered something.

"Those who cross the line die!"

Ami fucking Buddha!

This is so embarrassing!

"National Preceptor, National Preceptor, you have no choice but to pick this senior!"

After saying that, he took a step forward, and his palms were covered with frost.
To be continued...