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Everyone in Jiangnan knows that he and his cousin Wang Yuyan were childhood sweethearts.

But now...

Isn't that the same as putting a green hat on Murong Fu's head?

His eyes were bloodshot, like a wild beast out of control. He drew his longsword, the tip pointing directly at Ning Chen.

"Young Master Murong, please wait a moment."

Xuanci, dressed in a yellow monk's robe and a red kasaya, stepped forward and said in a deep voice,

“Benefactor Qiao, it is better to resolve enmity than to create it.”

You murdered Ma Dayuan and his wife, and also killed Quan Guanqing and many of his disciples from the Beggars' Sect.

Is Shaolin Temple about to be stained with blood again?

Amitabha Buddha, if only you would heed my advice.

They released Master Zhiguang and the others, and then left the Central Plains.

Whether they go to the borderlands or return to the Liao Kingdom.

This old monk guarantees with his life that the martial arts world of the Central Plains will not cause you any trouble.

Qiao Feng's sleeves billowed as his internal energy surged within him.

He burst into laughter, his eyes icy cold.

"The hatred for killing my mother is irreconcilable; I will make you pay with your blood!"

Chapter 159 A Shocking Secret! The Abbot Broke His Abstinence? And He Even Has a Son!

Shaolin Temple.

"Qiao Feng, Shaolin is a pure Buddhist temple. To spout such nonsense here is far too presumptuous!"

You are no longer the leader of the Beggars' Sect, but my senior brother Xuan Ku is your mentor. How dare you betray your master and ancestors?!

Xuanji and Xuansheng glared at Qiao Feng and shouted angrily.

"Hahaha! The one who taught me martial arts was Master Xuanku."

The one who harmed me was the abbot of Shaolin Temple; the two should not be confused!

I will not let Abbot Xuanci off the hook because of my master's kindness.

"And you can rest assured that we will not hold a grudge against Shaolin because of our enmity with Xuanci."

Qiao Feng remained unmoved and said in a cold voice,

"Master Xuanci, how about we fight one-on-one to the death?"

For three days

His several conversations with Ning Chen had cleared up any confusion he might have had.

Murderers must pay the price.

He was a chivalrous man, and aside from his determination to kill Murong Bo,

Qiao Feng was willing to give Xuan Ci a fair chance to fight, leaving their fates to fate.

"Heh, Qiao Feng... now it should be Xiao Feng. Do you really think there's no one left in the Central Plains martial arts world?"

A wild, unrestrained laugh rolled in.

A man carrying an iron sword swept in.

"No, no, the martial arts world of the Central Plains still has my young master, how could there be no one else?"

A thin, middle-aged man leaped to Murong Fu's side and said with a smile.

"It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early; I just happened to catch this lively event."

Four figures broke through the air, three men and one woman.

The leader was disfigured, his face crisscrossed with hideous scars.

He held two thin iron rods in his hands, resting them on the rods in a strange posture.

Without any visible movement of the lips, a deep, resonant voice was emitted.

Ning Chen frowned upon seeing this.

Wang Yuyan tiptoed and whispered in his ear:

"The man carrying the sword is Zhuo Bufan, who is known as the Sword God."

The one who came next was Bao Butong, one of the retainers of the Murong family.

The last four are the 'Four Great Villains' who committed all sorts of evil deeds.

Duan Yanqing, Ye Erniang, Yue Laosan, and Yun Zhonghe.

Her breath was sweet as she softly introduced the people in the room.

Since Murong Fu had confirmed that he was not related to him by blood,

Moreover, she had given her virginity to Ning Chen.

From now on, I will have no further dealings with Murong Fu.

Li Hanyi changed into a white outfit today and wore a half-silver mask.

Hearing Wang Yuyan's words, she looked up and glanced at Zhuo Bufan again.

"Sword God? Heh."

This person's sword energy was scattered, and his sword intent was even more of a mess.

She glanced at it and immediately felt it was a waste of time.

Ning Chen was slightly surprised.

I didn't expect these people to get involved too.

Bao Butong and the Four Evils are somewhat familiar faces.

But Sword God Zhuo Bufan… if Wang Yuyan hadn’t mentioned him,

He had completely forgotten that such a person existed.

"Qiao Feng! You filthy Khitan traitor, worse than a pig or a dog, still dare to be so arrogant even on your deathbed!"

Murong Fu saw his cousin whispering to Ning Chen.

He was immediately consumed by jealousy; holding his sword in one hand, he declared loudly...

"Abbot Xuanci is highly respected, yet today he has been framed by these Liao traitors."

How can fellow martial arts practitioners allow him to commit evil deeds in the martial world?

I, Murong Fu, will be the first to object! Today, I will rid the Central Plains martial arts world of this scourge!

Zhuo Bufan stepped forward and smiled:

"How could Master Xuanci's lifelong reputation be ruined by petty villains?"

"Pure reputation? You dare to say that? Even the old monk Xuanci wouldn't dare to claim it."

Ning Chen said with a faint smile.

"Oh? What shameful thing have I done?"

Let's leave aside what happened thirty years ago.

I will give you an explanation later.

Besides, this old monk has not stepped out of the temple gate for thirty years.

What wrong things have you done?

Please speak plainly, young benefactor.

Xuanci frowned and asked,

Xuanji's face showed displeasure as he said:

What kind of person is my abbot?

He is highly regarded by the heroes of the Central Plains martial arts world.

You youngster, don't spout nonsense!

“You might not admit it even if I tell you,” Ning Chen added.

"Monks don't lie."

Ye Erniang, the only woman among the Four Evils.

When she saw Ning Chen looking at her,

A look of panic suddenly appeared on his face.

He said softly: