After listening to their words, Xiao Feng clenched his hands tightly, but still held back his anger, and said loudly: "Everyone keeps saying that the recent tragedies in the world are related to my master. Can you see that my master committed the murder?"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone immediately replied: "Who else could it be if it weren't for that devil? Who else in the world would do such evil things except this cruel man."
"You defend the devil. I think you are there to help with these murders."
Xiao Feng knew that he couldn't explain it to them, so he turned around and clasped his fists and said: "The Shaolin Conference is being convened by all of you. Abbot Xuanci has something to say. Does Shaolin also think that the murderer is me, master Ren Gongzi?"
Xuanci pondered for a moment and then said, "I'm not sure. I would like to ask Donor Xiao if he has any evidence proving that Donor Ren is Qingbai?"
Xiao Feng shouted angrily: "My master has never done it, why do you need to show any evidence?"
"If he really didn't do it, why can't he prove his innocence?"
Amid the voice, a person slowly walked out...
His steps are elegant, his posture is very chic, and his appearance is also extraordinary!
Xiao Feng said: "Who is your Excellency?"
The man ignored him, looked very arrogant, and saluted Xuanci directly: "Junior Murong Fu, I have met Abbot Xuanci and several masters."
A strange color suddenly appeared on Xuanci's face, and he returned the greeting: "It turns out that you are Mr. Murong. I have met Mr. Murong!"
"I've met Mr. Murong!"
The group of monks saluted, and upon hearing Murong Fu's name, Xiao Feng's expression changed slightly, and he asked, "Why did Mr. Murong think it was Mr. Ren who did it?"
Murong Fu sneered: "Who else could have done it if he hadn't done it?"
Xiao Feng shouted: "Why would my master do this?"
Murong Fu said with a smile: "The devil is murderous. He is an evil heretic. Does he need a reason to kill?"
There were echoes, and the heroes all echoed, and countless people in white mourning clothes cast resentful glances.
Duan Yu saw that there were more than thousands of heroes from all walks of life. At this time, the heroes were furious and wanted to kill their sworn brothers. He couldn't help but aroused his ambition and said loudly: "You all keep saying that these murders were committed by Master Ren, but there is no real evidence." . And my sworn brother has always been chivalrous and has never done anything to disgrace his fellow comrades. Are you trying to frame my sworn brother into injustice just by making assumptions?"
Elder Wu of the Beggar Clan responded: "What Young Master Duan said is true. The facts are entirely your guess. Even if everything is really an evil deed done at will, what does it have to do with Brother Xiao?"
As soon as this statement came out, many people retreated and discussed it, seeming to think that the statement was reasonable.
Murong Fu wanted to 'win people's hearts and use them for his own purposes', and also to get rid of the hatred of Yi Yi, he immediately said loudly: "Even if there is no suspicion, Yi Yi is the biggest suspect, not to mention you Xiao Feng is a Khitan. If it is true that your disciples and grandsons conspired to bring trouble to the martial arts world in the Central Plains , what should I do if I am just preparing for the Liao Kingdom to invade the Song Dynasty? This matter is of great importance, and I cannot allow my righteous people to hesitate! Murong Fu, a mere Gusu, will learn your clever trick today. I am willing to do my best for the heroes of the Central Plains. "
"Zheng!"
In the blink of an eye, Xiao Feng saw that the sword light had passed in front of him.
He pushed Duan Yu away with one palm and immediately pointed out.
This sword came very fast and suddenly, but as soon as the sword edge stopped, it was stopped by a finger, and there was only a "ding" sound... The sword was not broken, and the finger was not broken!
The heroes were shocked!
Murong Fu was also shocked. He rubbed his body and moved forward again, his sword technique changed again.
I saw his green blade slanting, as if a strong wind was blowing across a leaf. The sword tip pierced and turned into a blur of light and shadow. The sky was filled with silver light flowing. Xiao Feng seemed to be trapped in the stream of light. In fact, the sword light flashing all over the sky was unable to attack at all. Enter a move.
The poem says: "The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees."
The Tongyou Finger is a condensation of Buddhist martial arts. Although the finger is drawn out slowly, the finger is neither slow nor fast, nor urgent nor slow, and contains deep Buddhist Zen meaning.
The light of the sword flickers east and west, gathers and disperses, but Xiao Feng controls it with his fingers, like an eternal golden Buddha. The earth cannot move and the sky cannot move.
The onlookers were dazzled, and Murong Fu was even more shocked.
Murong Fu's swordsmanship was extraordinary. When he drew his sword, it seemed to be sealing, but it also seemed to be advancing and attacking. It was really elusive.
The sword light flashed uncertainly, and Xiao Feng's finger movement became slower and slower. Suddenly he moved his finger to attack, his index finger flew forward, and the sharp energy rushed towards his face!
Murong Fu was not surprised by what he was doing. Unexpectedly, he let out a long roar and stepped back a few steps.
With a thought in his mind, he used all the defensive moves of the Murong family. This was the most exquisite move of the Murong family. With defense and attack, there was only a sound of gold and iron trembling, and sparks flying everywhere.
Xiao Feng changed his fingering technique again, flexing his four fingers, protruding his middle finger, and shot out one finger towards the center of Murong Fu's eyebrows.
The thumb is extremely quiet, the index finger is extremely sharp, the middle finger is extremely strong, the nameless finger is extremely crafty, and the tail finger is extremely soft. Xiao Feng coincides with the three extremes of tranquility, sharpness, and rigidity.
Although he had mastered the three fingering techniques for the first time and was just starting to learn it, it was not difficult at all to defeat the Murong family's swordsmanship.
The middle finger was plain and without any tricks, but it moved out very quickly and with very strong finger strength. The long sword in Murong Fu's palm kept flying and he couldn't avoid this ordinary move.
But when he heard the roar of his fingers, Murong Fu had no choice but to draw his sword across his chest.
There was a "ding" sound, and another crisp sound. The finger force was used to smash out, the sword shattered and the person flew away!
The crowd dispersed, and he flew straight out seven or eight feet away. He straightened his back and tried to stabilize his body. Unexpectedly, Xiao Feng's finger was not only extremely strong and strong, but also the remaining energy was slow and steady.
The force of his fingers penetrated all the meridians. He could not shake the force of his fingers at this moment. With a bang, his back fell to the ground, his limbs were in the air, and he fell into a miserable state.
The heroes were dazzled and frightened by Xiao Feng's fingering, but Xuanci couldn't help but tremble. He had seen this kind of fingering before.
Xiao Feng sneered: "Xiao, a good man, is as famous as someone like you!"
In order to revive Murong's reputation in Gusu, Murong Fu must first defeat Xiao Feng and Yang Wei, and then order the heroes to kill the demons, but at that moment, he was defeated by Xiao Feng...
At this moment, receiving the gazes of the heroes, he felt that these gazes were particularly dazzling. His plan was in vain, and he was humiliated. Knowing that there was no possibility of revenge, he suddenly waved his palm to hit his heavenly spirit.
Wang Yuyan and his party, who had just arrived, fell on horseback and happened to see this scene and exclaimed: "Cousin, don't..."
Suddenly there was a loud noise, and a stone flew from more than ten feet away, crossed the square, and hit Murong Fu's wrist. He immediately stopped and his palm was blocked.
Murong Fu was shocked and incomprehensible. He saw a gray-robed monk rushing into the arena and striding towards him.
"Do you have a son?"
Murong Fu said: "I am not married yet, how can I have children?"
The gray-clothed monk said: "Since you have no children, how can you go to meet your ancestors?"
Murong Fu's pale face was suddenly startled, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he immediately had no intention of committing suicide.
The monk in gray said: "Get up!"
Murong Fu looked at him and stood up without asking any questions.
The gray-clothed monk turned his gaze and looked at Xiao Feng and said, "Xiao Feng is indeed worthy of his reputation. I also want to learn a few tricks!"
Just as Xiao Feng was about to answer, he saw another figure in black in mid-air, crossed the sky, suddenly flew out, and landed right next to Xiao Feng.
