Murong Fu didn't say anything, and directly landed a palm on Xiao Feng's head.
Xiao Feng closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate, thinking that everything would eventually be liberated, and the violent aura on his body dissipated like a tide.
Just when everything was about to come to an end, a broom suddenly came from the side and lifted Murong Fu's palm away.
The force coming from his wrist was not small, it was as powerful as lifting a thousand pounds. Murong Fu didn't notice for a moment and took two steps back.
And under everyone's surprised gaze, a late old monk wearing a green robe and holding a broom suddenly appeared between Murong Fu and Xiao Feng.
As for how he appeared, no one could see clearly, it was like he appeared out of thin air.
"Sweeping monk? Finally he came out!"
Murong Fu frowned slightly. Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, the other party still showed up, and in such a strange way that even he didn't notice it.
"Amitabha, if you can spare others and spare them, why should Murong, the little benefactor, kill them all?"
The sweeping monk's face was old, and the long sparse beard on his face was completely white. He looked like he was about to die and could fly westward at any time.
"Hmph, since Master is nosy, why didn't Xiao Feng show up to stop him when he massacred all the Central Plains heroes, and now he comes to stop me from killing the culprit?"
Murong Fu sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
"Little donor Murong is very eloquent, but I can't tell whether you have arranged all this carefully to bring trouble to Shaolin, or to cause a great war between Song and Liao!"
The sweeping monk did not want to be implicated in the cause and effect, so he did not stand up to stop Xiao Feng in time when he slaughtered the heroes. Even though he knew that Murong Fu was doing the same, he was unable to respond because the other party was the first to hit him.
Otherwise, it would be confirmed that he deliberately protected Xiao Feng, and then turned a blind eye to the life and death of the heroes.
Murong Fu's heart skipped a beat when he heard what the sweeping monk said. However, he had already thought about how to deal with various emergencies, so he immediately said, "I really can't understand everything the master said."
"But if the master is afraid that killing Xiao Feng will cause the Liao Kingdom to turn angry on Shaolin, then the master can rest assured that Xiao Feng was killed by me, Murong Fu, and I am responsible for all my actions. Even if the Liao Kingdom wants to retaliate, it will only be directed at When I, Murong Fu, come back, I will not take action against Shaolin."
Listening to the conversation between the two, everyone was surprised and surprised, not knowing whose words to believe.
But as soon as Murong Fu said these words, the people in the Beggar Clan immediately agreed. You Tanzhi said in a deep voice: "Xiao Feng killed more than a hundred of my Central Plains comrades today. If Mr. Murong kills him, he will avenge everyone." If Shaolin is afraid of the Liao Kingdom and dares not take responsibility, all of us in the Beggar Clan are willing to advance and retreat together with Mr. Murong!"
"That's right! Our beggar gang is full of bloody men, and we are willing to advance and retreat together with Mr. Murong!"
"If I don't kill this evil thief Xiao Feng, I'm really sorry for the fellow martial arts fellows who died in vain today. Old monk, get out of here quickly and don't stand in the way!"
"Shaolin just wants to be alone. When has it ever cared about the sufferings of the people in the world? Don't listen to this old monk's deception!"
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Under the leadership of everyone in the Beggar Clan, some martial arts comrades from other sects gradually began to stand up and speak out for Murong Fu, saying that Qiao Feng had committed such evil acts today and would never let him go.
The sweeping monk originally wanted to point out that Murong Fu was controlling the situation, but instead he was easily resolved by the other party's words and directed his hatred towards Shaolin.
It can be seen that the opponent has been planning for today's situation for a long time.
"Amitabha, little donor Murong, do you have to kill this donor Xiao today?"
The sweeping monk knew that Murong Fu had calculated all the causes and consequences for this day. If he wanted to use words to persuade the other party or the heroes to let Xiao Feng go, he was afraid that it would not work.
"It is only natural that a person must be killed to pay for his life. It is not that I want to kill him, but that he has killed someone himself and is just paying for his life!"
Hearing what Murong Fu said, everyone felt very good about him. With a simple sentence, the matter of killing Xiao Feng was elevated to the moral level of the world. Not to mention those people in the world whose relatives and friends were killed, even the sweeping monk couldn't help but feel... With a sigh in his heart, Murong Fu's intentions became clearer.
"In this case, I wonder if little donor Murong would like to make an agreement with me?"
"What agreement?"
Murong Fu frowned and asked.
"Murong, the little benefactor, considers himself a Jianghu person, so the old man dared to ask the little benefactor for a few tricks according to the rules of the men of the world. If he wins, he also asks the little benefactor Murong to spare the life of the little benefactor Xiao. If the old man loses, the matter will be over. Ignore it any more!"
The sweeping monk had been hiding in the dark, so he naturally saw that Murong Fu's skills were profound, which could be said to be astonishing in the past. At his age, with such skills, he must also have a certain degree of arrogance. He faced him in front of the crowd. When asking for martial arts advice, don't be afraid that the other party won't agree.
Sure enough, Murong Fu only hesitated for a moment before agreeing.
Murong Fu knew very well what the sweeping monk had in mind, but so what?
Even if he doesn't take action, can Xiao Feng go down the mountain smoothly?
You Tanzhi, Azi, Li Shishi and others all attacked together, and they were able to trap him for a while, not to mention Xiao Feng who was basically hanging on with only one breath.
Besides, even if he loses, the most he can do is not take action against Xiao Feng, and those fellow martial artists from the Central Plains and the sweeping monk have no agreement, so naturally they will not let Xiao Feng go.
Furthermore, Murong Fu didn’t think he would lose to the sweeping monk.
"With the master here, I can't easily hurt King Xiao. If that's the case, let me ask the master for advice!"
Murong Fu clenched his fists, and as the surging true energy in his body surged, the full-level Qiankun Great Shifting Mind Technique also began to operate. The aura emanating from his body alone caused the surrounding air to feel like a high temperature. Distorted and blurred.
The sweeping monk's eyes were slightly solemn. He originally thought that the opponent was just powerful, but he didn't expect to hide a secret method that seemed to be able to transfer his own potential. It seemed that this battle was dangerous, and even he had little chance of winning!
"Amitabha!"
The sweeping monk did not dare to underestimate Murong Fu anymore. He waved his long sleeves lightly and slapped Murong Fu down with a huge palm print condensed with true energy.
Different from the invisible palm power, the sweeping monk's palm power actually glows with a faint golden light, which can be detected with the naked eye, just like the radiance of a holy Buddha.
"This sweeping monk's skills have indeed reached this level!"
Murong Fu raised his palms at the same time, and Beiming's true energy was like a bottomless pit, forming an invisible wall of energy in front of him, absorbing all the opponent's palm power.
"I didn't expect that little benefactor Murong's skills have reached the state of transformation. It's really gratifying!"
The sweeping monk walked slowly towards Murong Fu. Every time he took a step, a golden light appeared on his body, just like the golden body of Buddha, which was extremely miraculous.
