Xiaoyouzhutian, send Yi Xiaochuan to the palace to start

At this moment, Murong Fu felt that he had reached the peak of his life.

After the battle in Deaf and Dumb Valley more than a month ago, Murong Fu recruited many martial artists under the name of Liu Hao. He immediately recruited no less than twenty people who were present at the time.

Afterwards, these twenty people helped him recruit nearly a hundred people. These hundred people were all good players, and each of them was at the peak of the first-class and early innate realm. This more than doubled the overall strength of his Chanhe Manor.

How could Murong Fu not be happy? Shaolin was holding a martial arts conference, which meant that many martial artists would attend. How could he miss such a God-given opportunity?

So he took a dozen newly recruited early innate masters and headed towards Shaolin in a swagger.

Murong Fu, who was in the crowd, was overjoyed when he saw Liu Hao coming, so he hurried forward to greet him.

Liu Hao glanced at Murong Fu and gave him a meaningful smile. Don't get me wrong, it's not that Liu Hao thinks highly of Murong Fu, but he is thinking that poor Murong Fu might not be able to jump around for much longer.

Murong Fu saw Liu Hao smiling at him. Although the smile was a little creepy, this was the second time Liu Hao smiled at him since they first met. This smile alone was enough for Murong Fu.

Because he can make a difference in this martial arts conference where there are so many masters.

"Cousin, you are here too?" Wang Yuyan was a little curious when she saw her cousin whom she hadn't seen for a long time. It was true that her cousin was always there wherever there was a bustling place.

Murong Fu looked at Wang Yuyan behind Liu Hao and sighed, "Yes, cousin, how can I not come to such a grand occasion? I haven't seen you for a long time, cousin, can you come in?"

After hearing this, Wang Yuyan smiled slightly, and then said with a rosy face: "I'm fine, thank you for your concern, cousin."

Liu Hao chuckled and directly put his arms around Wang Yuyan's slender waist. He looked at Murong Fu with a playful smile and said, "Your cousin is very good. You will soon become her uncle."

Yes, Wang Yuyan is pregnant. Liu Hao just found out about this a few days ago. It hasn’t been long, just over a month.

Murong Fu was slightly stunned when he heard this, his expression instantly became complicated and changed, and a mixed feeling suddenly emerged in his heart, which was very uncomfortable.

Wang Yuyan was stunningly beautiful, a peerless beauty, and of course he liked her very much, but if he had to choose between the kingdom and the beauty, he would definitely choose the former.

He has been brainwashed since childhood and is willing to give up everything to restore his country. This is the family motto of the Murong family.

So, he forced a smile and looked at Wang Yuyan with complicated eyes. That smile contained too many emotions, perhaps love, regret, blessing and so on.

"That's really great news. Congratulations, cousin."

Wang Yuyan lowered her head and said delicately, "Thank you, cousin."

Murong Fu looked at Wang Yuyan, sighed in his heart, and stopped looking at her. Instead, he looked at the other women behind Liu Hao, as if there were a few more women around Liu Hao since the last time they parted.

It was Tong Piaoyun and her four maids, oh, and Liu Xuan's young wife.

This time, in order to show "respect" to the conference, Liu Hao brought the four commanders of Xiaoyao Guard and fifty Xiaoyao Guards.

Such a rare event is certainly a good opportunity to improve strength. Now Xiaoyaowei has been re-taught a set of skills by Liu Hao, and there is no obstacle before he can become an immortal.

During the time that Liu Hao was at Piaomiao Peak, he was not only busy picking up girls and enjoying the scenery, he also did not forget his subordinates. So he integrated the skills on the stone wall, the Changchun Bulak Kung Fu, the Beiming Divine Art and other top skills, and created a new set of skills.

This technique can allow them to cultivate directly to the realm of human immortals. As long as they step into the realm of human immortals, they will completely become immortal cultivators.

Therefore, now they only need to absorb huge amounts of true energy and spiritual power, and they will be able to reach success in one step just like Liu Hao.

Murong Fu looked at the many women behind Liu Hao, feeling infinite emotion in his heart. If he had not been born in the Murong family, if he had not shouldered the great cause of restoring the country, perhaps he would have chosen the same path as Liu Hao.

Free and easy, with beauty in my arms.

The existence of Murong Fu is a tragedy. To say he is a bad person is not a bad person. He just has a dream in his heart. But dreams are just dreams after all. How many people in the world can get what they want?

It's not quite right to say that he is a good person. On the road to restoring the country, even the brothers who have followed him for many years can become sacrificial pawns. As long as he can achieve his goal, he can be ruthless and will never give up.

Just when Murong Fu was about to say something, he saw a group of monks slowly walking down a winding path. They were wearing monk robes, had scars on their heads, and looked solemn.

The monk headed by the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Abbot Xuanci, was also the initiator of this martial arts conference.

He was followed by some elders, and behind them were the Eighteen Bronze Men of Shaolin, and some Shaolin monks. There were about a hundred people in total, and they were walking slowly towards the group of martial artists.

Liu Hao was a little excited at this time. He had finally arrived at this scene, and many mysteries would be completely solved here.

Abbot Xuanci brought a group of monks to the foot of the mountain. His simple robes swayed gently in the breeze, and he really looked like a high-level monk.

Then he looked around at everyone with a kind look, and when he saw so many people had come, an imperceptible smile flashed across his face.

"Amitabha, good, good, good."

Abbot Xuanci clasped his hands together and spoke slowly. His voice was gentle and powerful, and almost everyone could hear it, making the originally noisy scene become unusually quiet.

Everyone involuntarily held their breath and looked towards the position of Abbot Xuanci.

Liu Hao stood in the crowd, squinting his eyes sharply. The voice just now actually contained a lot of true energy, and was mixed with a hint of a lion's roar.

Liu Hao muttered to himself, "This old bald donkey is actually at the Grandmaster level? Then how could he be beaten to death by two hundred French sticks? Is this a joke? Maybe, this old guy faked his death?"

A bold hypothesis flashed through Liu Hao's mind.

Abbot Xuanci was very satisfied to see that everyone had quieted down, and continued speaking.

"Thank you all for visiting Shaolin and bringing glory to Shaolin. Shaolin has encountered an accident this time, and I believe everyone knows the reason."

"I am also reluctant to believe that the leader of the Beggars' Sect, Qiao Feng, could actually do such a thing as betraying his master and ancestors, but the facts are before our eyes. Several elders of my Shaolin Temple saw it with their own eyes. The murderer used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms."

"His superb skills and powerful and skillful palm techniques are probably unmatched in the entire martial arts world except for Qiao Feng."

"We have no choice but to hold a martial arts conference. I hope you can give justice to Shaolin."

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