Zongwu: Opening Awakening copy and paste

But with a flash of a figure, Murong Fu has stopped in front of Xiao Feng.

"If you want to kill my father, pass me first!"

Murong Fu gritted his teeth and said.

Although he lost to Duan Yu and Xiao Feng just now, the joy of reuniting with his father has made him forget everything that happened just now, and now he has rekindled his confidence!

The two stopped talking nonsense and directly exchanged hands. Between you and me, they fought in one place in an instant!

On the other side, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo also stood facing each other, their faces were as sinking as water, staring at each other coldly.

"It's time to settle our previous accounts!"

Xiao Yuanshan looked at Murong Bo and said in a deep voice.

"There was no winner in the previous three fights. It seems that this time not only will there be a winner, but also life and death!"

Murong Bo did not back down, looked at Xiao Yuanshan and said coldly.

Immediately afterwards, the two stopped talking nonsense, rushed towards each other at the same time, and exchanged hands in an instant, all the moves they used were the martial arts they had learned secretly from the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple these years!

Two pairs of father and son, two elders and two young, fought inextricably for a while, attacking each other's vital points!

The onlookers were terrified, and couldn't help but marvel at the martial arts accomplishments of these four people.

Standing on the gazebo, Feng Wuhen looked at the inseparable four people, with a smile showing everything under control at the corner of his mouth.

After a long time, the four fighting people began to dodge and move around with their names on their faces, heading towards the scripture storage pavilion.

The crowd of onlookers couldn't help following. No one wanted to miss such a wonderful duel.

Xuanci, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, immediately ordered all the monks to go immediately, surround the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, and prohibit anyone from disturbing the pure place of Buddhism.

But at this moment, Feng Wuhen jumped in front of Xuanci.

"What does Pavilion Master Feng intend to do?"

Xuanci was stunned for a moment, looked at Feng Wuhen cautiously and asked.

"Since I saved your life, you should repay your kindness. I don't care about anything else, but you can't stop the decisive battle between the four of them. Otherwise, my good deed will be ruined. I can't guarantee what will happen."

Feng Wuhen looked at Xuanci, and said word by word.

"The poor monk doesn't quite understand what Pavilion Master Feng means."

Xuanci said hesitantly, with a hint of doubt on his face.

"If it is revealed that you are the leading brother back then, according to the Shaolin Temple's regulations, you will face a hundred sticks of punishment, and it will be difficult if you don't die! Your son will never get better! Since I saved your father and son, don't ruin my business! You can live in the Cangjing Pavilion, but no one is allowed to come near it!"

Feng Wuhen leaned close to Xuanci's ear, said something in a deep voice, then tapped his toes on the ground, and sprinted towards the direction of the Sutra Pavilion, which disappeared in an instant.

Xuanci stood there blankly, his face pale, and he looked in the direction where Feng Wuhen disappeared in disbelief.

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Feng Wuhen stood on the railing outside the building, his eyes kept patrolling the surrounding courtyards.

Xiao Feng's father and son and Murong Fu's father and son were still fighting fiercely, but the expected sweeping monk did not appear.

Murong Bo's martial arts really should not be underestimated, although his son is not Xiao Feng's opponent, but after the father and son join forces, they are still in a stalemate with Xiao Feng and his son for a while.

"Xiao Feng, if you are willing to surrender to me, I can kill Murong Bo for you! As for Murong Fu, I can do whatever you want!"

Feng Wuhen saw that the sweeping monk had not appeared for a long time, so he said loudly.

After hearing Feng Wuhen's words, all the martial arts people who were watching outside the courtyard exclaimed. They had long heard that Feng Wuhen's martial arts were unfathomable, but they had never seen it with their own eyes. To make a move, everyone looked forward to it, and planned to witness it with their own eyes.

Hearing Feng Wuhen's words, Murong Fu's heart was agitated, he was accidentally hit by Xiao Feng's palm on the shoulder, and couldn't help but fly backwards!

"Fu'er!"

Murong Bo exclaimed, forced Xiao Yuanshan back, flew to Murong Fu's side, and hurriedly helped his son who was injured the second time.

In a fight where you come and go, only at this time did you get a little respite.

"I, the Murong family, have no grievances or enmities with you. Since you are the master of the Tianyahai Pavilion and famous all over the world, why do you want to have trouble with my father and son?!"

After Murong Bo confirmed that his son was fine, he raised his head to look at Feng Wuhen, and gritted his teeth.

"I kill, I never need a reason!"

Feng Wuhen looked at Murong Bo, sneered, and said lightly, a trace of murderous intent slowly appeared in his eyes.

People like Murong Bo are the type of people he despises the most.

His heart is higher than the sky, but his life is thinner than paper. He daydreams about reviving the fallen Great Yan Kingdom. He behaves despicably but talks about benevolence and morality!

"Even if you are Sword Emperor Feng Wuhen, it will never be so easy to kill me!"

Murong Bo gritted his teeth, stared at Feng Wuhen, and shouted in a deep voice.

On the other side, Xiao Feng and his son, who stopped their hands, all looked at Feng Wuhen, as if they couldn't figure out why Feng Wuhen would help him.

Xiao Feng looked serious, he was thinking about the condition that Feng Wuhen said just now.

He is the only one who has been to Tianyahai Pavilion, but has not sworn to submit to Tianyahai Pavilion.

Now, he once again faces a choice.

"Amitabha, there is no need for a reason to kill! The hostility in the donor's heart is something that the poor monk has only seen in his life. Even the Xiao and his sons who harbor deep hatred are probably less than one ten-thousandth of the hostility."

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded, and I saw an old monk walking slowly from the stairs with a broom in his hand, with a look of pity on his face.

Seeing this old monk, Feng Wuhen's eyes lit up standing on the railing, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again...

Chapter 1 Contract

Shaolin Temple.

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As the old monk holding the broom appeared, Xiao Feng and Murong Fu's father and son and Murong Fu's father and son all opened their eyes wide in surprise, because when this person appeared in the building, they didn't notice it immediately!

If this person hadn't taken the initiative to speak out, they might not have noticed it until now!

This is a great master!

And just as the old monk was slowly walking up the stairs, the system prompt sounded again in Feng Wuhen's mind:

"Remind the host that the invincible replication system has been activated!"

"The system has sensed that the King Kong is not bad, and it is copying and pasting..."

King Kong is not bad? !

After hearing the system's notification tone, Feng Wuhen couldn't help being shocked!

It turns out that the sweeping monk is also a practitioner of the Indestructible King Kong!Could it be that he is the one who really created the indestructible magic of King Kong? !

Immediately afterwards, Feng Wuhen, who was standing on the railing, felt a wave of true energy rushing and raging in his body, the bones all over his body made a rattling sound, and strands of unknown gas burst out along the pores, making his body The black robe kept trembling!

This vision also attracted Xiao Feng and his son beside him, they glanced at Feng Wuhen, their faces were bewildered, not knowing why.

The sweeping monk had already entered the Sutra Pavilion, and began to slowly pick up the overturned scriptures from the ground and put them back in their original place.

Surprisingly, he actually remembered the original location of each scripture.

"If the master has the experience of being chased and killed by people all over the world for no reason, maybe he will understand where the hostility in me comes from."

Feng Wuhen looked at the leisurely old monk and said lightly.

"Right and wrong, good and evil, have their own reincarnation. Everyone has their own tribulations that they need to go through. Maybe this is the experience that the Buddha gave you, and gave you a path to achieve positive results."

While arranging the scriptures, the old monk said slowly, as if there was no one else around.

"I never believe in any gods and Buddhas. I only believe in myself. If it is really reincarnation, then I will jump out of the five elements and three realms. Gods block and kill gods, and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas!"

Feng Wuhen snorted coldly, his voice was cold.

From the moment he set foot in the arena again, he swore to return everything to this arena!

Since everyone in the world wants to kill him, then he will kill everyone in the world!

"Amitabha, if the benefactor has been so persistent, even if I am merciful, I am afraid that I will not be able to save the benefactor, and the old monk will be powerless."

The old monk sighed and said slowly.

"Since you represent the Buddha, please accept my challenge."

Feng Wuhen looked at the old monk, and said lightly, a strong fighting spirit emanated from his body instantly.

"The old monk cannot represent the Buddha. Even if he could, he would not accept the challenge of the benefactor. Killing is limited to the wise. The benefactor should be a talented person."

The old monk shook his head and said.

"If you don't fight, then I will not only kill Murong and his son in front of you, but also destroy Shaolin!"

With a sullen face, Feng Wuhen stared at the sweeping monk with his back turned to him, and said word by word.

Hearing Feng Wuhen's words, before the old monk could answer, Xiao Feng and his son and Murong Fu and his son looked at Feng Wuhen in shock.

Destroy Shaolin?I am afraid that only the owner of the Tianyahai Pavilion can say such unbelievable big words!

And the first to die should be Murong Fu and his son!

The father and son looked at Feng Wuhen with full vigilance, as if they were facing a formidable enemy, even a peerless master like Murong Bo, facing Feng Wuhen at this moment, would be extremely afraid, without a shred of confidence in winning!

"If the old monk agrees to the benefactor's request, can the benefactor really put down the butcher's knife?"

The old monk had finished sorting out all the scriptures, pondered for a moment, turned to look at Feng Wuhen, and asked seriously, his eyes were as calm as water.

Not angry, not happy, not sad.

"At least no one will die here."

Feng Wuhen said noncommittally.

"Okay, since that's the case, ask the benefactor to make a move."

The old monk nodded and finally accepted the challenge.

After Feng Wuhen heard this, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Immediately afterwards, the original trace of fighting intent on his body instantly transformed into a strong murderous aura, permeating the entire scripture-reserving pavilion.

Feeling threatened, Xiao Feng and his son and Murong Fu and his son jumped out of the window one after another, hiding outside the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, for fear that they would be affected when these two peerless masters fight.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Wuhen, who was originally standing on the railing outside the building, suddenly moved!

He rushed to the old monk in the middle of the building like lightning, and swung his palm violently, attacking the old monk's chest!

The majestic palm wind tore through the air, accompanied by a whistling wind!

The old monk clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddha's name, and slowly struck out a palm, facing Feng Wuhen's palm!

Immediately afterwards, there was a dull impact sound, and the palms intersected!

A gust of wind gushed out from the surrounding windows violently!Even the hundred-year-old tree in the courtyard couldn't help but crumbling, its branches and leaves flying!

The crowd of onlookers couldn't help but burst into exclamation!

Looking at the building again, Feng Wuhen and the old monk who had slapped each other back three steps at the same time!I don't know if it was because they lost each other's palm strength or because they wanted to avoid the edge, but they all took three steps back at the same time!

The first move, the winner is dead!

But the expression on the old monk's face was no longer as calm as before, with surprise and even horror in his eyes.Because it was only at this time that he realized that the murderous young man in front of him was actually the invincible magic of King Kong!

Feng Wuhen was also looking at the old monk, and the surprise in his heart was beyond words.

The name of the sweeping monk is worthy of being a legendary existence!

This is the strongest opponent he has encountered since he came to this world!none of them!

If we only talk about fists and kicks, he may not have the possibility of winning in a short period of time!

But, fortunately, he hasn't drawn his sword yet!

As the Emperor of Swords, how can he be without a sword? !

Immediately afterwards, the Yitian Sword that Feng Wuhen carried behind his back seemed to have received a call, and began to vibrate violently non-stop, and the sword's cry was as persistent as a dragon's chant!

"break!"

I saw Feng Wuhen suddenly shouted sharply, and rushed towards the old monk again like lightning!

A dazzling silver light flashed!

The Yitian sword turned into a frightened bird, and went straight to the old monk with lightning speed!