Chapter 109: The Number One Big Devil in Heaven

Shaoshi Mountain in the Northern Song Dynasty.

The gathering of Shaolin Temples in the Ming Dynasty, Southern Song Dynasty, Northern Song Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms can be said to be a wonder that has existed in the world for hundreds of years.

People habitually call the Shaolin School of the Ming Dynasty the Shaolin School, the Shaolin School of the Southern Song Dynasty the South Shaolin School, and the Shaolin School of the Northern Song Dynasty the North Shaolin School.

In the past, when the three families met, overt and covert fights were indispensable. They chose one of the two in martial arts and Buddhism to compete.

It's not like it's peaceful now.

Apart from Shaolin, other sects with similar situations also show a unified attitude.

The appearance of Chu Yang actually brought a rare peace to the world that had been in chaos for hundreds of years.

In the main hall, all the heroes gathered.

There were nearly a hundred sects coming to participate in the martial arts conference alone, and the heads of each sect were almost full. The core senior officials and true disciples could only stand at the door and watch.

As the host, Abbot Xuanci did not sit at the head of the table, but gave up his seat to a Taoist priest and a martial artist.

Taoist Zhang Sanfeng, martial artist is Feng Kiyoshiyang.

As the only two senior masters who can escape from "Mr. Chu", they are the source of confidence for everyone, and can also be said to be the support of the entire world.

Even though they were promoted to such a high status, the two of them did not show any joy on their faces, but felt very helpless.

Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Kiyoshiyang knew very well that the reason why they did not die was simply because Chu Yang was not a person who killed indiscriminately. If it were really a matter of life and death, they might not be able to survive.

The reason why I came to participate in this martial arts competition was simply because I didn't want to see these idiots annoy Chu Yang and cause more killings.

Zhang Sanfeng is a monk, while Feng Kiyoshiyang is afraid that the Huashan Sect will lose its inheritance.

The hall was filled with excitement.

Many of the heads who came to attend the conference were in a quarrel. At the beginning, very serious differences occurred among them.

The original intention of convening this martial arts conference was to hold peace talks with that "Mr. Chu", hoping that the other party would stop killing various sects.

After seeing such a huge team, some people had thoughts they shouldn't have.

Maybe...

we should unite to fight against the rising devil?

As a result, another opinion suddenly appeared in the team, hoping that everyone would take a tougher stance against "Mr. Chu".

Exactly as the old saying goes.

The only lesson one can learn from history is that one cannot learn anything from history.

People who put forward ideas for crusade often have no interaction with Chu Yang, and their impressions of him are hearsay.

Those who really suffered, whose mountain gates were broken by Chu Yang and whose sects were disbanded, were actually active supporters of the peace talks.

The one who killed last time was the leader. If he does it again, he might really want to ransack his house and wipe out his family!

The Clay Bodhisattva has three points of anger, let alone a man who acts unscrupulously and is dubbed the "Demon Lord".

Who dares to bet that he still has patience?

Seeing that things were gradually getting out of control, Abbot Xuanci, the host, looked helplessly at Zhang Sanfeng, who was sitting in the first place.

"Master Zhang, what do you think of this?"

Zhang Sanfeng turned and looked at Feng Kiyoshiyang, who nodded slightly.

Afterwards, Zhang Sanfeng stood up.

There was a sudden silence in the hall, and everyone focused their attention on Zhang Sanfeng. Everyone present was noisy and noisy, and their attention was always on the two people with the highest strength.

"Hahaha, everyone, go on, don't worry about the old man!"

Zhang Sanfeng laughed loudly and walked straight out of the outer hall, completely ignoring the surprised looks in the heads' eyes.

Yue Buqun quickly walked up to Zhang Sanfeng and stopped the old Taoist priest, "Where is Master Zhang going? The conference is not over yet."

"Isn't it already concluded? Are we going to attack Mr. Chu and return the world to him? Bright world?"

Zhang Sanfeng pretended to be surprised.

"Although the leaders are united, we still need the support of two seniors..."

Yue Buqun looked embarrassed.

The reason why he became the leader of the Five Mountains Alliance was because the original leader Zuo Lengchan was killed by Chu Yang.

He had just taken office and no one wanted him. Yue Buqun urgently needed to do something to secure his position as the leader of the Five Mountains Alliance, so he shouted the loudest slogan against Chu Yang.

"Support?"

Zhang Sanfeng sneered and looked around. There were many ambitious people like Yue Buqun in the crowd, who ignored everyone's safety just for their own reputation in the world.

"The old Taoist has lived for more than a hundred years, but he is still greedy for the world. I will not go to hell with you. Today next year, I will definitely prepare more paper money for you leaders." After

Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, he waved his Taoist robe and pushed Yue Buqun away. , stepping out of the Mahavira Palace.

And his words were like cold water poured on everyone's hearts.

Yue Buqun's face turned livid and he was speechless.

For a time, all the sects began to panic again, losing their previous momentum.

Feng Kiyoshiyang felt that the heat was almost over, so he jumped up, stopped Zhang Sanfeng who was about to leave, and consoled him loudly: "Brother Taoist, please be patient, aren't we still discussing? They have never seen how powerful that young man is. You can be forgiven for saying big words."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded and stood there, watching them silently, as if waiting for their answers. If they were not satisfied, everyone would go their separate ways.

The same goes for Feng Kiyoshiyang.

At this time, a novice monk hurriedly squeezed through the crowd. When Abbot Xuanci saw him, his expression changed.

He was the one who sent the novice to contact Chu Yang. His return meant that Chu Yang had arrived at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.

"Abbott, Patron Chu...he's here!"

There were gasps of cold air inside and outside the hall.

Just hearing this name made everyone feel numb.

The disciples who had been disbanded from the sect changed their expressions upon hearing this and trembled in fear.

Seeing their fearful expressions, other disciples from the sect who had never seen Chu Yang suddenly became curious.

Zhang Sanfeng said in a deep voice: "If you want to walk out of the Main Hall alive today, then heed the old advice and don't do stupid things!"

All the heads, including Yue Buqun, looked stern.

After a while, a carriage climbed up the steps without any bumps, which attracted disciples from various sects standing in the square to stop and watch.

"The driveway of Shaoshi Mountain has been cut off at the Xiangtang below. How did this carriage get up?"

"Look, the wheels of that carriage are floating!"

"Have you been drinking so early in the morning? How could the wheels of the carriage come up? It's Piao... it's true!"

"This is a flying carriage!"

"That red horse doesn't look like a mortal thing!"

An honest voice sounded from the crowd, "Master, isn't that my little red horse?"

The blind man with a piece of black cloth covering his eyes said solemnly: "Shut up!"

The blind man's palms and forehead were covered in cold sweat. This happened last time. The stupid apprentice disappeared inexplicably. They searched for him for most of the Southern Song Dynasty and finally reunited. Along the way, they kept hearing him mention a strange man named "Mr. Chu".

They never dreamed that the Mr. Chu mentioned by the silly apprentice and the young scholar on the carriage were actually the same person!

All eyes were focused on the carriage.

One male and one female.

The man is wearing a sky-blue scholar's robe, as gentle as jade, while the woman is wearing a light yellow skirt, cute and cute.

The two of them were like a couple coming out of a painting.

Many people who have never seen Chu Yang's appearance thought that the legendary "Demon Lord" would have a sinister face and a fierce look.

When the real owner arrived, this group of people was not as tense as before, and behaved like rabbits.

The crowd naturally divided a path for the carriage.

The carriage stopped at the foot of the steps of the Main Hall.

"What should I say? It doesn't take much effort to get through the iron shoes and find nowhere?"

Chu Yang, who was sitting on the shaft of the carriage, looked around and saw many familiar faces.

Yue Buqun and other leaders had stiff expressions.

"Amitabha... today we invite Almsgiver Chu to come. This temple hopes to turn hostility into friendship."

Abbot Xuanci stepped out from the crowd, walked down the stairs, walked slowly, walked to the front of the carriage, and looked directly at Chu Yang.

"Monk, you are wrong. Whether the war can be turned into friendship is not up to me, and I am not the one who suffered."

Chu Yang looked at him with a half-smile.

"Well, then, please ask Master Chu, can you please ask that disciple of the Ancient Tomb Sect to come forward and talk and give you a chance for reconciliation?"

Abbot Xuanci Gujing Wubo stared at the carriage.

Huang Rong raised her eyebrows and wrinkled her nose, "Humph! Old monk, who wants to talk to you for peace? If you don't want to settle things once and for all, I won't come if you invite me to Shaoshi Mountain!"

Neither Huang Rong nor Chu Yang said anything. Both inside and outside the words were filled with the intention to catch all the people in Shaoshi Mountain, which made many people feel uneasy and began to whisper.

Abbot Xuanci also found it difficult. He originally thought that no matter how arrogant Mr. Chu was, he would be a little more restrained when he saw so many fellow martial artists.

Who knew that the other party's arrogance was far beyond his imagination.

"Hasn't Patron Chu done enough to exterminate the sect?"

"Old monk, why don't you ask them why they are not satisfied with stealing the secret book and insist on embarrassing the women and children of the Ancient Tomb Sect?"

Abbot Xuanci was speechless. He could only look at Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Kiyoshiyang behind him with helpless eyes.

Zhang Sanfeng took the lead to step forward and said with a laugh: "I haven't seen you Taoist friends for many days, but you still have the same style."

Chu Yang smiled and nodded, "Master Zhang seems to have made a breakthrough, which is gratifying."

Zhang Sanfeng rolled up his Taoist robe and bowed his head, "You still have to do it. Thanks to the discussion with fellow Taoist Chu that day, I can make the old Taoist make further progress."

Chu Yang waved his hand, "Master Zhang, don't say any polite words. If you want to stop me today, then show your true skills. Don't be the first to say ugly things. I won't be merciful this time."

Zhang Sanfeng pondered a little, shook his head and said: "The old Taoist thinks he is no match for Taoist friend Chu. Even if Taoist friend Feng helps, the result will be similar. It's just that the old Taoist is a monk. , I still hope that fellow Taoist can commit less murderous crimes."

Feng Kiyoshiyang echoed: "Little friend Chu, Master Zhang and I do not intend to be enemies with you, we just hope that you can find another way to resolve the hatred between the two parties."

" I am not the owner of the suffering, and it is not my turn to resolve the hatred with anyone, but for the sake of both of you, I can let Mochou come out."

Chu Yang jumped off the carriage and walked to the two of them.

Of these two old men, one provided Chu Yang with Tai Chi, and the other provided Chu Yang with Dugu Nine Swords, which was not a big favor.

Huang Rong got into the carriage, and after a while, she appeared in front of everyone with Li Mochou.

Many people breathed a sigh of relief and felt that as long as people were willing to come forward, peace talks would be possible.

"Amitabha~~~"

Abbot Xuanci looked at Li Mochou with compassion in his eyes, "This benefactor, I deeply regret the disaster that has happened to your sect, but most of the culprits have been killed. There are some small sects left, can you, girl, show mercy and spare their lives?"

"Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda..."

Li Mochou gritted her teeth and glanced fiercely at the people behind Yue Buqun. Just seeing their faces, nightmare-like memories flooded back to the heads.

Grandma Sun's tragic death.

Xiao Dragonnu was forcibly mute.

Thinking of this, Li Mochou couldn't stop trembling, her eyes were scarlet, and she said coldly: "Spare their lives? What about me?! I knelt on the ground that day and begged, but Granny Sun still died. I His face is still ruined, Dragon'er is still mute..."

"Old monk, tell me, who spared us?!"

Li Mochou's shrill voice echoed on Shaoshi Mountain, as if it came from the depths of the Nine Netherworld. The evil spirit, the deep-seated hatred, makes those who hear it tremble with fear.

Abbot Xuanci hesitated to speak, unable to look directly into Li Mochou's hateful eyes. He could only close his eyes with a compassionate expression.

"Little girl! Don't be impulsive. Everything you want can be discussed!"

"Hero Li Mochou, you don't remember the faults of villains, please let us live!"

"Yes, yes, Miss Li, you Just ask for anything you want, and we will definitely find a way to get it for you!"

Begging for mercy kept coming, and some heads even knelt down on the ground, kowtowing crazily. They had just heard the words of Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Kiyoshiyang, and they no longer held any hope in their hearts. hope.

Li Mochou sneered, "What I want has never changed from the beginning to the end, which is your heads."

The faces of those leaders who begged for mercy were ashen.

"It seems that you can't convince the sufferer, that's a pity..."

Chu Yang shrugged helplessly, turned to Li Mochou and asked: "Let's identify them and see which ones they are. Don't kill the wrong ones when the time comes. It's embarrassing."

Li Mochou stretched out her finger and pointed at a few people in the main hall. When she pointed, the people around them quickly pushed away, leaving a vacuum.

"There really isn't much left." Chu Yang smiled with satisfaction.

Once the matter is over, he can go home and have a good rest.

Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Kiyoshiyang smiled bitterly.

"That's all, that's all. The wrongdoer has his own owner, and he will be punished if he commits his own crime."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his whisk, helplessly shook his head, and led the Wudang disciples to prepare to go down the mountain. Before leaving, he cupped his hands with Chu Yang and said, "This matter has nothing to do with Shaolin. I hope fellow Taoists can be merciful."

Chu Yang smiled and said, "That depends on whether Abbot Xuanci is a general person."

Feng Kiyoshiyang was also preparing to go down the mountain with the Huashan faction. Yue Buqun, who screamed the most fiercely at first, lowered his head and did not dare to look at Chu Yang.

"That traitor Xian Yutong has been killed by my little friend, and the grudges between the two parties have been settled. I hope that my little friend will keep his promise and don't come to trouble my Huashan sect in the future." As

if he was afraid of embarrassment, Feng Kiyoshiyang used the voice transmission to enter Secret, and the tone is very kind.

Chu Yang nodded.

But just as the two old men were leaving with the disciples of their respective sects, wild laughter suddenly sounded from the roof of the Main Hall.

"Heroes from all over the world gathered here, but they were frightened by a devil. Be it Zhang Sanfeng or Feng Kiyoshiyang, they are all people seeking fame and reputation!" "

If you don't want to die, join me in encircling and suppressing this devil!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a voice came out. A figure wearing a gray robe fell in front of Chu Yang. The person's face was covered and his appearance could not be seen clearly. His temples were gray and he looked a certain age.

His index finger stabbed Chu Yang's throat with force, as fast as wind and thunder.

Cheng Yaojin came out halfway, which was unexpected by everyone.

Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Kiyoshiyang both gave in. Whose general is this, so brave?

Chu Yang was also a little confused.

The man in front of him used one of Shaolin's seventy-two stunts, the Flower Finger, but the man with his white hair was obviously not a monk.

His fingering power is fast and his skills are quite deep. He is at least the first-level eminent monk in the Shaolin Temple.

Chu Yang frowned and struck back with his palm.

The palm of his hand blocked the fingers of the old man in gray robe, and then his five fingers stood upright and turned into a "claw" shape, clasping the fingers of the old man in gray robe.

The old man in gray robe wanted to pull away, but found that his fingers were tightly locked and he couldn't break free.

There was a crisp sound.

The two fingers of the old man in gray robe were broken.

This man was also a ruthless person. Not only did his finger not make any sound when it was broken, he actually used it to break free from Chu Yang's control.

However, after suffering a dull loss, the old man looked at Chu Yang with more and more resentment.

"Who is your Excellency?"

Abbot Xuanci looked at the back of the gray-robed old man and felt familiar.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that today we should work together to eliminate the devil and defend the law. We can't let this devil run rampant anymore!"

The old man in gray robe avoided talking about his identity.

"You hide your head and show your tail!"

Zhang Sanfeng stood on the long steps of Shaoshi Mountain, looking coldly at the mysterious old man in gray robe.

"Wudang Mountain and Shaolin are both known as Mount Tai and Beidou in the martial arts world. They are respected by fellow martial artists in the Three Kingdoms. You, Zhang Sanfeng, are the leader of martial arts in the world. Now that demons are rampant, you sit back and watch these masters die!"

The old man in gray robe kept sneering, and many people heard it. He nodded silently in agreement with his words.

They originally placed their hopes on Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Kiyoshiyang, hoping that the two of them could defeat Chu Yang together, but they were disappointed.

The discussion became louder and louder, and there was even a sense of anger among the crowd.

Zhang Sanfeng saw their expressions in his eyes, and suddenly felt inexplicably depressed.

Unless these people were allowed to witness Chu Yang's horror with their own eyes, they would not be able to understand why they tried so hard to avoid fighting.

Feng Kiyoshiyang was originally tired of the entanglements and stupidity of the world, and then chose to escape from the world. These people successfully aroused his anger.

A glimmer of expectation arose in his heart.

Looking forward to Chu Yang's expression when he lands the butcher's knife on their heads.

The corners of Feng Kiyoshiyang's mouth raised slightly.

After the gray-robed old man finished cursing, Zhang and Feng became the targets of public criticism. Suddenly they came out from the crowd and thought that the handsome young man was a handsome man with a handsome appearance and a noble appearance.

"My dear, Gusu Murong Fu, I just heard what the senior said, and I felt indignant in my heart, so I couldn't help but come out and say something!"

Murong Fu threw his hands around: "This senior is right, our martial arts are not as good as this. Demons should work together as one, so that they can eliminate demons and defend the way."

"I want to see how powerful the demon is that even Master Zhang dares not fight against!"

The old man in gray robe laughed loudly and looked around. , "You can just sit back and watch. After I die in battle with Mr. Murong, you can then consider whether to fight this devil to the death or to be humble to him."

What the two of them did was extremely heroic in the eyes of others, and they were already a lot of people. A few people were ready to take action with them.

Chu Yang, on the other hand, had been observing the old man in gray robes. It was not until Murong Fu appeared standing with him that he suddenly thought of the other person's true identity.

"Murong Bo, you are a good old coward who is quite good at taking advantage of loopholes."

"Back then, you made false information to deceive Abbot Xuanci and lead a group of people to intercept and kill Qiao Feng's parents and family, and now you are here to encourage these fools and me. As an enemy, tsk tsk, it would be a pity if you don't engage in pyramid schemes."

Chu Yang shook his head and laughed.

As soon as this statement came out.

Abbot Xuanci and the gray-robed old man's expressions suddenly changed at the same time.

Murong Fu was stunned.

The expressions of many people who knew about this old incident also became very exciting.

"Murong Bo? This name sounds familiar..."

Zhang Sanfeng twirled his beard and fell into deep thought.

Song Yuanqiao knew this person. He was about the same age as him. When Murong Bo became famous in the world, he had already been practicing under the mountain for several years and was deeply impressed.

Moreover, he had also heard some rumors about the past incident at Yannan Pass.

Song Yuanqiao walked to Zhang Sanfeng and whispered a few words, and the latter showed a look of understanding.

Abbot Xuanci on the other side stared intently at Murong Bo, even completely ignoring the existence of Chu Yang. The biggest regret in his life was the Yanmen Pass Massacre.

When Murong Bo faked his death, he put all the fault on himself, but now that Murong Bo is alive and standing in front of him, it is enough to prove that what happened back then was completely a conspiracy!

"Your Excellency, is this really old benefactor Murong Bo?"

Abbot Xuanci took a deep breath.

Murong Bo ignored Abbot Xuanci and looked at Chu Yang with a frown, thinking how did this kid see through my identity?

"Who is your Excellency?!"

As the saying goes, Vajra's eyes are angry, the Bodhisattva's eyebrows are lowered, and Abbot Xuanci is still angry even though he has been chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha for many years.

After hiding for a lifetime, now that his identity was exposed, Murong Bo didn't bother to keep pretending and just pulled off the hijab on his face to reveal his true colors.

When Murong Fu saw the other person's appearance, his body trembled and he shouted excitedly: "Dad! It's really you!"

Murong Bo laughed and hugged Murong Alfred.

"Tsk, tsk, it's true that the father is kind and the son is filial. By the way, where is the other father and son?"

Chu Yang looked around with interest. The battle between the two pairs of father and son was much more interesting than a martial arts competition. It felt like watching a holographic TV series.

"I had my doubts about what happened at Yanmen Pass back then. It's just that Mr. Murong died without proof, and I had no other choice. Now that Mr. Murong is alive and well, it seems that we don't even have the need to confront each other, right?"

Abbot Xuanci shook his hand hard. Hold the Zen staff tightly in your hand.

"That's right! I was the one who deliberately led you to ambush the Liao family with your martial arts masters."

"Why?"

"Haha, if you continue to have good relations with Song and Liao, when will our country, Great Yan, take the opportunity to rise and recover? ?"

Murong Bo's eyes were scarlet red, his tone and expression gradually became crazy.

Restoring Dayan is his obsession and his inner demon.

Abbot Xuanci wanted to ask again, but at this moment the crowd erupted in exclamation, and a tall man with a height of seven feet walked out slowly.

"It's Qiao Feng!!!"

Murong Bo looked stern.

The rightful owner has arrived.

Murong Fu licked his lips, feeling a little nervous, and subconsciously drew out his sword.

The sworn enemies were right in front of him, but Xiao Feng didn't even look at them. Instead, he walked straight in front of Chu Yang, clasped his fists in his hands, and bowed to the end.

"Xiao heard that Mr. Chu was here. He was afraid that he would be attacked by a small group of people, so he came to help him. Unexpectedly, he received another favor from Mr. Chu, and now he has nothing to repay."

Everyone was shocked.

Screams came and went.

Qiao Feng, the former leader of the Beggar Clan, is actually the devil's thug?

Chu Yang had thought about Xiao Feng coming back to join in the fun, but he didn't expect that the other person was trying to help him.

"How is Miss A'Zhu doing lately?"

"Thanks to Mr. Chu, A'Zhu is doing very well. In a few days, she will go to the outside of the Great Wall with me." "

It's better not to set up this flag. It's unlucky."

Xiao Feng: "? ??"

Abbot Xuanci, who was confronting Murong Bo, saw a guilty expression on his face when he saw Xiao Feng, lowered his head and recited a Buddha's name.

"The Khitan lackeys and the devil are really colluding with each other!"

"Everyone, compared with these two people, I, the Xianbei tribe, shouldn't be considered a threat, right?" "

If we don't get rid of them today, if we don't say anything else, how many people will there be? Can the family sect leave Shaoshi Mountain?"

Murong Bo was still inciting all those who were hostile to Chu Yang and Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng's idea of ​​helping Chu Yang was good, but he didn't realize that he was also a collection of hatred.

Just by standing together, the two of them offended almost all the sects in the Three Kingdoms.

There were more and more calls to respond. Murong Bo showed a satisfied smile, walked to Abbot Xuanci and whispered: "Abbott, please put the overall situation first."

Abbot Xuanci had complicated eyes and remained silent.

Xiao Feng stood in front of Chu Yang, with energy flowing throughout his body, ready for a fight to the death.

The two sides are at war with each other and are on the verge of breaking out.

"Brother!"

A young man wearing a robe and looking like a nobleman struggled to squeeze through the crowd and stumbled to Xiao Feng's side.

Xiao Feng shouted in surprise: "Second brother?!"

Dan Yu wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile: "Brother, don't panic, the younger brother is here to help him!"

The two exchanged a few words, and a few more people walked out of the crowd. people.

The elegant person at the front is Dan Zhengchun, the southern king of Dali Town, and the remaining people are his retainers.

Xiao Feng and Dan Zhengchun looked at each other with a little embarrassment on their faces.

Dan Zhengchun already knew that A'Zhu was his daughter, and Xiao Feng would most likely become his son-in-law.

Because of A'Zhu, Xiao Feng didn't want Dan Yu and Dan Zhengchun to be implicated by him, so he advised: "Second brother, it's better not to get involved in today's matter. Go back with Prince Dan quickly."

Dan Yu was anxious.

Dan Zhengchun reached out to hold Dan Yu and shook his head sullenly. The current situation was indeed not something that the Dan family could participate in.

In such a tense situation, Chu Yang yawned, walked lazily to Xiao Feng, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't get involved, just go with them."

Xiao Feng was stunned.

He just said this to Dan Yu.

"Don't embarrass Prince Dan. A'Zhu is his daughter after all. It's unlikely that she will just sit back and watch. If anything happens, it's A'Zhu who will be sad." "

And..."

"If you don't like it, even if it doesn't sound good, Everyone standing here is my enemy. To me, they are nothing more than a chicken and a dog, vulnerable to a single blow." The

strong self-confidence instantly infected Xiao Feng. He took a deep breath, clasped his fists and took a few steps back, without leaving directly. Instead, he stood beside the carriage like a guard.

This is the biggest concession Xiao Feng can make. He doesn't have to interfere, but he must do something to repay the kindness.

Helping Chu Yang take care of Huang Rong and Li Mochou on the carriage is the best choice.

"Come on, what are you waiting for? Are you waiting for me to kill you all one by one?"

Chu Yang sneered and waved at Murong Bo and his son, paused, and then made the same movements in all directions.

The uproar was deafening.

Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Kiyoshiyang looked solemn, and they felt the killing intent in Chu Yang.

Murong Bo's eyes flashed with excitement. If he led the heroes to kill Chu Yang and Xiao Feng today, the reputation of his father and son would reach an admirable level.

With this reputation, Dayan is expected to recover!

"Everyone, follow me and kill!"

Murong Bo looked up to the sky and roared, turning into a gray shadow and attacking Chu Yang. He decided to fight to the death and leave the results to Murong Fu to inherit!

There was a huge crowd.

Those sect leaders who knew they would die followed closely, following Murong Bo towards Chu Yang, and their respective disciples also rushed forward with red eyes.

Two of Murong Bo's fingers were destroyed by Chu Yang. He had no choice but to use Skanda Palm to fight against the enemy. Chu Yang did not dodge and allowed him to slap him with both palms.

Boom, boom, boom.

A dull sound sounded, and Murong Bo felt as if his palms were slapping against the copperware. It was extremely hard, and the force of the shock made his finger bones and arms feel as painful as if they were broken.

"I thought I could see interesting scenes, but I didn't expect you to be so boring in the end."

Murong Bo looked up and saw his opponent Chu Yang's cold eyes, and his heart jumped suddenly.

He turned around to leave, but there was a terrifying suction force behind him.

Chu Yang pinched his neck.

The shadow of death came to his mind, and Murong Bo could no longer remain calm. He shouted for help and grabbed the air with his hands.

"No! Don't!"

Click.

Murong Bo's body suddenly stiffened, and then his arms fell limply.

When Murong Fu saw this, his eyes were filled with tears, "Dad!!!"

In the blink of an eye, Murong Bo, who had been so arrogant just now, was now dead, frightening the leaders.

"Stop now, you will still die."

Chu Yang smiled kindly, like the big brother next door.

One sentence suppressed their brief recovery of sanity again, and their eyes were bloodshot, smelling like desperadoes.

They went on and on.

More and more people are dying.

There were corpses piled at Chu Yang's feet.

"If you like to call me devil so much, you must do something worthy of this title."

Chu Yang said truthfully while killing people.

At the end of the fight, no one dared to come forward. In front of the main hall, corpses lay everywhere and blood flowed like a river.

I don't know whose weapon fell to the ground.

A banging sound woke everyone up.

The remaining sect leaders and disciples dropped their weapons one after another, fell to the ground tremblingly, and kept kneeling to Chu Yang.

Chu Yang looked at them indifferently, "Aren't you going to eliminate demons and defend the Tao?"

They didn't dare to answer, and kept kowtowing. Some of them didn't dare to stop even if their heads were covered with blood.

Zhang Sanfeng closed his eyes in pain. He tried his best to prevent this scene from happening, but the result was backfired.

Feng Kiyoshiyang sighed, turned and left.

Yue Buqun followed him in shock.

Just a little bit close, the Huashan Sect was just like this group of people...

Linghu Chong held the fainted junior sister and walked slowly, feeling a little lost.

The scene of Chu Yang's murder kept replaying in his mind. He originally wanted to stop it, but was held tightly by Feng Kiyoshiyang, unable to move.

Even if he rushes forward, he will still die, right?

What is the use of practicing swordsmanship?

The more Linghu Chong thought about it, the sadder he became, his expression sometimes ferocious and sometimes painful.

Chu Yang stepped on a pool of blood and returned to the carriage, looking at Li Mochou and Xiao Dragonnu who was sleeping in her arms.

"From today on, all the grudges and grudges between you and this world will be wiped out."

Li Mochou had already burst into tears and nodded vigorously.

In front of the main hall, blood flowed like a river.

Looking at the corpses everywhere, Abbot Xuanci's face was ashen, and a trickle of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

After this battle, the reputation of Shaolin Temple will forever be bound to Chu Yang.

Zhang Sanfeng looked sad and silently recited the Taoist Sutra of Rebirth.

"You will not live if you do your own evil."

Feng Kiyoshiyang said calmly as he listened to the scriptures.

Chu Yang walked out of the sea of ​​​​blood from the mountain of corpses, and his azure robes were not stained by any blood.

He walked to Abbot Xuanci and looked at him indifferently, "Although Shaolin did not take action, as the host, you also have responsibilities."

Abbot Xuanci smiled miserably: "As the leader, can I die alone?"

Chu Yang shook his head and pointed at Xiao Feng beside the carriage, "Your life belongs to him."

Xiao Feng walked up to Abbot Xuanci, his cold eyes full of murderous intent. Murong Bo, who was the mastermind behind the scenes, had been killed by Chu Yang. If he wants revenge, he can only seek revenge from Abbot Xuanci, who has a high status in the martial arts world.

"Amitabha, all the mistakes are my fault alone. I hope Master Xiao can let the other monks of Shaolin Temple go. Don't forget that your master Xuan Ku is also a disciple of Shaolin..."

Thinking of his former mentor, Xiao Feng's murderous aura suddenly weakened. .

"Death to the old thief!"

Xiao Feng was still hesitating when a black figure descended from the sky and landed in front of Abbot Xuanci, directly crushing his heart with the power of his palm.

Abbot Xuanci vomited blood, clutched his chest and fell to the ground. A string of rosary beads fell from his body and fell to pieces.

The man in black glanced at Xiao Feng and used Kiyoshigong to escape from the scene.

Xiao Feng recovered from the shock, quickly caught up with the man in black, and disappeared together.

"With Xiao Feng's character, it is very likely that he will not kill you. Xiao Yuanshan only knew this, so he suddenly appeared."

Chu Yang knelt down, picked up a rosary, and put it into Abbot Xuanci's hand.

Hearing the name "Xiao Yuanshan", Abbot Xuanci's eyes suddenly burst into inexplicable light, and he breathed quickly, "I see, so it's like that, evil will be punished..."

The moment Abbot Xuanci fell, the main hall suddenly rushed. Many monks came out, some called abbot, some called senior brother, some called master and uncle.

Chu Yang stepped back a few steps, gave up his position to the group of monks, and stepped forward while they were crying and shouting.

He is going to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Almsgiver Chu, I deserve what I have done. Can you please spare the other monks in Shaolin Temple?"

Abbot Xuanci seemed to be having a flashback, and his voice became very loud.

Chu Yang nodded and continued moving forward.

"Xiao Chu, wait for me!"

Huang Rong saw Chu Yang about to go in, and quickly jumped out of the carriage. She walked a few steps and seemed a little worried. She turned to Zhang Sanfeng and smiled sweetly: "Grandpa Taoist, please help me take care of Mochou." With Dragon'er, Xiao Chu and I will go back."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled bitterly and said, "Girl, who else dares to provoke Fellow Daoist Chu on Shaoshi Mountain?"

Huang Rong looked left and right, and the people around her looked frightened and uneasy. Who dares to look at her.

A bunch of scared people really have nothing to worry about.

After Huang Rong passed through the Main Hall, he walked through several corridors, passed several halls, and stopped in a quaint attic.

Right in front of her, Chu Yang was talking to an old monk sweeping the floor.

The old monk had snow-Byakuganbrows and beard, and looked very old. His hands holding the broom were covered with wrinkles, just like the bark of an old tree.

But those piercing eyes impressed Huang Rong deeply.

"The donor is very murderous. It's a good time to go to the Sutra Pavilion and read some Buddhist scriptures to eliminate the murderous spirit."

The sweeping monk clasped his hands together.

"Why didn't you stop me just now? With Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Kiyoshiyang, you might be able to capture me?"

Chu Yang looked at him with a half-smile.

"This is absolutely impossible!"

The sweeping monk shook his head.

"Oh, why?"

Chu Yang was suddenly curious.

"I am stupid. I have been enlightened in the Sutra Pavilion for decades, and I have mastered almost all the Buddhist martial arts. Only then can I understand a little bit of spiritual practice. I can't compare with Mr. Chu." The

sweeping monk paused for a moment and sighed: "Yes. Not as good as fellow Taoist Zhang from Wudang Mountain."

Chu Yang laughed loudly, "I thought you wanted to cross me, just like you did with Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo."

The sweeping monk was horrified.

"Since you won't stop me, I'll go in." After saying that, Chu Yang turned around and waved to Huang Rong, gesturing for her to go in with him.

Huang Rong suddenly beamed with joy, jumping like a little squirrel and following Chu Yang.

"Mr. Chu is already a god-like figure, why do you still care about mortal martial arts?"

The sweeping monk was confused. He couldn't guess what Chu Yang was thinking.

"Because it's interesting."

Chu Yang gave him a reason that made him even more confused. Under the blank gaze of the sweeping monk, he walked into the Sutra Collection Pavilion.

A month and a half later.

The carriage returned to the familiar Southern Song Dynasty town.

Pushing open the door and looking at the sun-filled courtyard, Chu Yang felt like he was suddenly in a different world.

Originally I just wanted to practice "Dragon and Elephant Prajna Kung Fu", but ended up accidentally becoming a world-famous demon.

After putting down their luggage, Chu Yang, Li Mochou, and Huang Rong began to clean the previously vacant room, which would be where Li Mochou and Xiao Dragonnu lived from now on.

Cleaning was easy, just a little dusty, and the yard outside showed signs of cleaning.

As long as there are children in the neighborhood who attend Chu Yang's private school, everyone will spontaneously help Chu Yang with small tasks, such as cleaning, and Chu Yang never locks the door.

Even a thief would not come to Chu Yang's house to steal anything.

Firstly, there is really nothing to steal at home. Secondly, Chu Yang is a well-known good person from all over the country. He is well-known and a teacher. Thieves these days also pay attention to being a good thief.

After organizing everything, it was getting late and it was too late to cook. Everyone was too tired to move, so Chu Yang took them to the restaurant they often went to.

Huang Rong was very happy. That was the place where she and Chu Yang met for the first time, and it had special meaning.

The scar on Li Mochou's face was almost healed, and there were still some faint marks. She could face the gazes of passers-by calmly while walking on the road.

Xiao Dragonnu, hiding in Li Mochou's arms, secretly looked at the world.

In the lobby of the restaurant, the storyteller was sweating profusely as he spoke. When Chu Yang and others came closer to listen, they had strange expressions on their faces.

"As you all know, there has been a big demon with the most powerful name in the world recently. No one knows his real name, they only call him 'Mr. Chu'!" "

This Mr. Chu is amazing! Even the hundreds-year-old Immortal Zhang on Wudang Mountain was defeated by him!"

"Not long ago in Shaoshi Mountain..."

The storyteller did not let go of the gavel in his hand, and spoke a long paragraph in one breath. , the diners listened attentively and did not drop the chopsticks in their hands.

Until...

the waiter from the waiter who came out of the back kitchen saw Chu Yang and his party and shouted with a smile.

"Hey, you're back!"

"Mr. Chu!"

The storyteller's voice stopped abruptly!

The gavel in his hand fell heavily to the ground!

The diners turned back in horror!

Chu Yang smiled.

"Yeah."

"I'm back."