"Why don't I be anxious at this point?" Yue Buqun said in a voice without hiding his anger, "Didn't it mean that Zhang Wuji is dead? I have captured Zhou Zhiruo. What's the result? In the end, Zhang Wuji is so good that he is not clean in his actions. Are you not afraid of him seeking revenge?"

"Who are you looking for revenge?" Cheng Kun took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "They only know that it was the Yuan army attacking the mountain. At worst, they could just go to the Ruyang Palace to kill him. He doesn't have the courage to do so."

"But a magical hero who came out of the middle is necessary to guard against it!" Yue Buqun obviously had a lot of thoughts about the magical hero. "This man has a weird martial arts skills and a magical hero who helps him, so it is really difficult to deal with. Besides, this person is very likely to be that Tian Boguang!"

Speaking of this, Yue Buqun's eyes were red, and Tian Boguang was his mortal enemy who destroyed him.

"What should I be afraid of? You are too suspicious. Those who accomplish great things should not do this." Cheng Kun said, "Whether it is the news about Song Qingshu on your side or Chen Youliang on my side, it is the same - Tian Boguang is still on the island, and the Condor Heroes come from the ancient tomb."

"This is..." Yue Buqun finally calmed down, "Double guarantee should not be wrong."

He was still a little uneasy and paused and asked again, "Hain, have you hidden it?"

"Don't worry, no one in the world can guess in the secret room deep in the Sutra Pavilion!" Cheng Kun laughed, "Old Yue, we are still in the dark. A small failure is nothing. I have more children in my hands. I will die sooner or later, then..."

"I remember." Yue Buqun smiled evilly, "You rule the world. I rule the martial arts world."

"Hahahaha." The two obviously thought they had a bright future.

After chatting for a while, Yue Buqun looked over his head.

"Are you leaving?"

"Let's go." Cheng Kun put away his smiling face and immediately restored his stiff face. "The news is indeed good. We are exposed."

"I didn't expect... it was really him..." Yue Buqun's face was both fear and angry, "How did he do it? He hid it so well? Could it be that Song Qingshu and Chen Youliang betray us?"

"Song Qingshu is hard to say, he will be deceived if he is not good at his brain..." Cheng Kun chuckled, "Chen Youliang is a very smart person. The situation on the island he described to me is not bad at all. It seems that his son has turned from black to red."

"Hmph, I've been waiting for him here for so long, and then settle the remaining accounts later." Yue Buqun stood up and left. "I'm ambushing outside and handing it over to you inside."

"Of course, this time, he really couldn't fly." Cheng Kun pointed his finger, and the cup of hot tea turned into ice liquid in an instant.

Fang Xian was completely unaware of this. He just thought that he had lost his luck again, and sneaked into the Sutra Pavilion in a few seconds. While walking in, he stuffed various martial arts books into his pocket.

He is getting more and more strange along the way. Isn’t anyone really watching the big Sutra Pavilion?

After walking back and forth several times, he checked the corners of the Sutra Pavilion, but there was no trace of the secret room.

He held the heavy sword of black iron and made a point of mind. At worst, he broke all the walls and grounds of the Sutra Pavilion, not afraid of not being able to break out a secret room.

He repeatedly tapped the wall, found a seemingly hollow place, and was planning the time for the Shaolin monks to rescue him.

As long as Yu Yan can be rescued, everything can be explained. After all, this place is Shaolin and a few reasonable sects. If you explain everything clearly at that time, then ask Zhang Sanfeng and others to wait for the mountain, and the matter will be settled.

But just as I was about to start, I heard the sound of footsteps outside.

Fang Xian felt cold, how could it be so fast?

But at this time there was no time to hesitate. He tried his best to hit the hollow wall with a sword.

After the rumbling sound, there was indeed a secret room!

"Yu Yan! Brother is here to save you!" Governor Fang Xian was exposed and he rushed into the black room without reservation.

The wind was rolling loudly, and three palm winds suddenly came from three sides. The palm wind was unprecedentedly strong, even better than Fan Yao's iron palm at that time.

Fang Xian didn't expect to get this, and he didn't expect someone here to get into the trap. This time, no matter how fast he reacted, it would be too late.

He subconsciously raised his arms and silenced his palms, but in the end he was in a hurry to put on his chest, he was beyond defense.

"Pu..." This time it wasn't a squirt, he really vomited blood. He had been seriously injured for the first time after he had been in such a long time.

The two men in the darkness on both sides were not vague, and they directly connected the muscles and bones, and they were wrong to turn Fang Xian's arms.

"Ah!!" Fang Xian shouted, "It hurts so much, fuck."

It hurts really if you dislocate. And when you are unprepared, the real man must cry out for pain.

A man in front of him kicked Fang Xian’s knees, making his knees weak and he knelt on the ground.

Fang Xian was extremely angry. He had been in the world for decades and had not suffered such humiliation.

"Who?! He has never met so hard!"

The man in the darkness in front of him only snorted.

"It is my Buddha's mercy to steal my Shaolin scriptures, destroy my Shaolin foundation, and save your life."

Fang Xian had thousands of thoughts in his mind, but he still couldn't figure out why.

"But Monk Yuanzhen?" Fang Xian asked.

"Hmph, what Yuanzhen said is good, you really know him."

The fire broke out, and all the monks of Shaolin had come to the Sutra Pavilion, illuminating the room and illuminating Fang Xian's eyes.

The three old monks attacked him, who were at least about sixty years old, with a face like a stone Buddha, and were so majestic.

Among them, a monk in front of him had a yellow face that looked like sand, a monk on the left had a white face that made him snow, and a black face that made him iron on the right.

"But three monks of the Du generation?"

"You still know us?" Du'er's face did not change, "You have made enough preparations and it is not good for me to stay here for many days."

The monks behind also surrounded him. An old monk with silver eyebrows came to look at Fang Xian, and then turned around and said, "Is Yuanzhen still there?"

"Disciple is..." A monk with an extremely ordinary face came out and walked over step by step.

Fang Xian saw Cheng Kun's face that night, and this circle is truly the right person!

"Dog thief!!!" Fang Xian cursed, "I actually planned to harm all the monks of Shaolin to me. Where is your conscience?"

Yuanzhen's face was calm and he only clasped his hands together and said, "Good, good, I have advised you not to come, but you are still here."

After saying that, he turned to the old monk Yinfeng and said, "Go back to the abbot, this person is Tian Boguang."

Abbot Kong Wen nodded: "This man's martial arts is indeed a traitor. If he hadn't relied on his three senior brothers, he might have really destroyed the Sutra Pavilion."

While he was speaking, Due found the secrets he had stolen from Tian Boguang just now.

The monks sighed and thought that this man was too greedy. He actually had 180 magical skills on his body. Is he Doraemon?

Fang Xian was also regretful at this time. No matter what, stealing martial arts was done by himself. Greed is the enemy of human nature!

The abbot Kong sighed and asked, "Tian Boguang, do you know your guilt?"!~!
Chapter completed!