Wu Changkong listened clearly in the crowd, and he understood a little bit about each of them. He thought of what Zi Shuxueqian said to him on the boat, Jia He. Now he thought about it, since this man is his father and he has grown up to

It has been more than twenty years since I finally realized that the so-called "scholar" father whose name has fallen into disgrace many times is also a fake identity. Now that I have no fear in front of the elders of various sects, I think of the decades of obedience and obedience.

They were all disguised and performed by him.

Stepping forward, he took out the picture of the Seven Immortals of Heaven that he had hidden so much, and showed it in front of all the heroes. Abbot Hui Xin of Shaolin frowned: "Since Wu Shaoxia will see this picture in your hands, I must paint it on it."

There must also be hidden agencies and information!"

Wu Shi snorted coldly from the side: "Master Abbot, you must be a villain!"

"Amitabha, what I said is just a reminder to the heroes who want to step forward. Donor Wu does not need to speculate on me like this."

Wu Changkong waved his hand: "Master and this Donor Wu don't have to argue with each other. I think this Donor has already made a complete plan, otherwise he wouldn't be here today!"

Wu Shi looked at his biological son: "Changkong, you are still standing by my side. As the saying goes, brothers fighting tigers, father and son go into battle."

Wu Changkong looked at him and felt strange: "Should I call you dad, Mr. Jia, or something else!"

Wu Shi looked at his son: "I didn't expect that since my biological son would say such things, let's just say it's a life-and-death battle today."

Wait a moment, Wu Changkong already had tears in his eyes, "Since you are still thinking about defeating the enemy today, do you think you will be the opponent of everyone present?"

Zishu Xueqian sat aside and watched without saying a word. Since these days of contact, he has little understanding of Wu Changkong, the Jianghu hero.

Ning Yanye from Kunlun suddenly stepped forward and said: "I think this matter is not the fault of one or two people, but since it is for your son, do you still want to kill each other?"

"If it hadn't been for your appearance, it wouldn't have been exposed!"

"Actually, you have been exposed a long time ago, but you have been covering up. You think your deception is unmatched in the world, but it is actually very poor." Yue Kunlun said at the side.

Seeing Yue Kunlun speak, Wu Shi looked at him and said, "I still have to thank your good disciples! Your three good disciples did a lot of good things for me! If they didn't turn against each other, I'm afraid they wouldn't let me.

I will have a successful day!"

Yue Kunlun thought that of his three disciples, only Qi Chongwu was left. Now that he was a hundred years old, how could he still bear such trouble? Yue Xianxian couldn't stand listening anymore, "Wu Changkong, you are also a disciple of the Kunlun Sect after all.

, are you just going to let your father speak so harshly and hurt others?"

Wu Changkong couldn't help but feel nervous when he heard his senior sister say such words: "I guess you can only speak quickly now. For this reason, you can turn the whole world upside down under your instigation. That's what you want."

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Wu Shi said: "Shut up, you treacherous son. Do you know how difficult it is for a poor family like ours to succeed! The person here is not from a noble family, or is a disciple of a poor family, and we are at the lower level, do we want to

Is it wishful thinking to lead a life like yours?"

Silence, silence. Yue Xianxian and others have supported their father and left the hall. The Kunlun Sect has basically left, leaving only a few young disciples here.

Wu Changkong looked at the vacant position and felt desolate in his heart.

Wuji looked at the Jia Hezhen warrior in front of him and said in his heart: "Since such a sharp tongue can make the old leader of the Kunlun Sect angry away, he still has some skills."

Zhang Yuntian remained silent, just drinking tea and watching. The other swordsmen present, Gongsun Chuoyue from Tianquan Villa, couldn't help but feel for Wu Changkong's father.

I was disgusted. I didn't expect that since he was a charlatan, he could mess up the rumors with his sharp tongue.

The Shaolin master and Wudang's Fu Yuan looked at each other, and there was no way to delay it. Originally, their plan was to escort the martial artist to Shaolin or Wudang for trial, but since Zi Shuxueqian proposed

He had to resolve the matter in his own courtyard in Nanjing, and he relied on luring Wu Changkong to come to Nanjing. He originally thought it was just a finishing matter, but he didn't expect that he would be in trouble here.

Before he could finish his words, he saw someone taking action. His palm turned into a fist and he struck quickly. When he saw clearly, the two of them had already exchanged more than ten moves. Looking at it, it was Wu Changkong and his father Wu Shi who were taking action.

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Wu Shi was defeated by Wu Changkong after more than ten moves. Although Wu Changkong was shocked by his actions, he was merciful and said in a small voice: "What I just said was for your own good. You

If you don't want to be tried, come with me." The two of them were slapping each other, and then left the hall and came to the courtyard. Wu Shi thought that what his son said just now was all for himself, and that he deliberately had a verbal conflict with him.

For this moment, the sharp-eyed people present could see it, but no one stepped forward to stop it.

The abbot of Shaolin looked at his junior brother Bu Zhong. Bu Zhong had seen through it a long time ago but did not take action. He said to his senior brother: "Senior brother, I think you were too strong-willed to take action. Therefore, the heroes present must have their own plans if they did not take action."

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Wuji couldn't help but snorted as he looked at it: "It seems that this master is very dissatisfied with this. He feels that our knights in the world are unwilling to take action for the sake of face and morality."

If he didn't want to say anything else, the abbot said: "Although the donor is not the main culprit, he can still be regarded as an assister. Do you think you can escape today?"

I was assisting, but Master was looking up to me too much. I just pointed out a way for him. Is it wrong to let him escape? Don't you Shaolin people often say that sweeping the floor is afraid of damaging the lives of ants, and cherishing moths and gauze lamps?

Unexpectedly, the mercy of the Shaolin Temple is all hypocritical.

The abbot of Shaolin's face turned red and he was speechless for a long time. I remember that the master had a family when he was a layman! Your Shaolin master Huimin is the son of the master's layman! You asked him to shave his head too, right?

To pick up your shift later?

There is also a courtyard in Baokang County at the foot of Wudang Mountain called Zanghua Building. Isn’t it the place where Taoist Fu Yuan went to relax for the Jianghu knights who came to pay homage to the mountain or participate in martial arts meetings? There was a feast of feasting and beauties everywhere.

What a beautiful view!

Fu Yuan's face was covered with frost. Not daring to say anything more, he waved his sleeves and left with his disciples.
Chapter completed!