People Are Martial Arts, Drinking Becomes Stronger!

Jiang Hao chuckled and said, "It's the first time I've used this Saber Technique, and I'm not very proficient at it."

The floor-sweeping monk smiled wryly, and said: "Such an astonishing Saber Technique should have been created by a certain eminent monk. Layman Jiang, who doesn't understand the essence of Buddhism, can still perform such a magical skill. It's really unimaginable. Maybe Jiang The layman may indeed be the reincarnation of a certain Buddha."

Jiang Hao laughed loudly and said: "Old monk, what I hate the most in my life is your nonsensical principles. In this life, I don't practice past life or future life, I just want to be invincible in this life!"

At this time, the crowd of the audience rushed over like a tide.

Qu Feiyan and Ah Zi took the lead, rushed to Jiang Hao's side happily, and grabbed Jiang Hao's arms one by one.

"Oh yeah! Master wins!"

"Hee hee hee, master is indeed number one in the world!"

Shaolin disciples looked at the sweeping monk with a complicated expression on his face.

This senior's martial arts are already high enough, he can be called the number one surviving monk in Shaolin.

But even he, in front of that Devil Monarch, is just as ridiculous as a child.

Can't even take his knife.

After today, the millennium prestige of Shaolin Temple will be destroyed once, and the Martial Forest Sacred Land in Rivers and Lakes will soon be shattered!

At this time, Jiang Hao's eyes were as sharp as a falcon, looking at the sweeping monk, and said coldly:

"You are from the Murong clan of Gusu, right? From the kung fu you used just now, there is a faint hint of star shift!"

The floor-sweeping monk sighed, and said slowly: "Amitābha, Layman Jiang has no faults in his eyesight. The lay name of the poor monk before he became a monk was Murong Ke, but the Gusu Murong family has nothing to do with me. The poor monk is now just It's just a handyman monk sweeping in the Sutra Pavilion."

What? Murong Ke!?

There were elderly people in the field who had heard of the legend of the Gusu Murong family and had heard of this person's name.

This person is the son of Murong Longcheng, the second generation Patriarch of Gusu Murong Clan, Murong Ke!

Everyone turned pale with astonishment, and their hearts were awe-inspiring. If they hadn't heard it with their own ears, they would never believe it.

This sweeping monk who has been reclusive for many years but has been involved in good fortune is actually Murong Ke who ruled the Martial Forest decades ago!

This is the grandfather of Nan Murong!

How can this be?

Isn't he already dead?

Why do you want to live in seclusion in the Shaolin Temple for many years, willing to be a handyman?

Could it be that he has some kind of conspiracy? He hasn't given up on recovering Dayan yet?

A series of question marks appeared in everyone's minds, and there was a little hostility in the eyes of the sweeping monk.

Jiang Hao smiled slightly, and asked softly, "Where are Murong Bo and Murong Fu now?"?"

The sweeping monk shook his head again and sighed: "Amitābha, sin, sin."

Jiang Hao sneered: "It turns out that the old monk has practiced Dharma for so many years, but he still can't let it go!"

Then, his sword eyebrows suddenly raised, his eyes were as sharp as a falcon, and he shouted sharply:

"Do you think I won't be able to find them if you don't tell me? Murong Bo, Murong Fu, why don't you two get out of here!"

After finishing speaking, Jiang Hao turned his fingers into a sword, raised his hand, and slashed towards a Buddhist pagoda dozens of feet away.

At this moment, Jiang Hao pushed Innate's invisible Sword Qi to the extreme, and thousands of invisible Sword Qi roared out.

Brush! Brush! Brush!

Under the lasing of thousands of invisible Sword Qi, the narrow pagoda was destroyed in an instant and collapsed.

At this moment, two figures suddenly jumped out of the pagoda.

Everyone took a closer look and found that the young master was exactly that Murong Fu!

According to what the Devil Monarch said, this masked gray-clothed monk is Murong Bo!

The two Daoist shadows roared over and stood beside the sweeping monk.

The eyes of the father and son were flickering, looking at Jiang Hao with a bit of horror and fear.

With a slight smile on his face, Jiang Hao sized up the father and son.

He shook his head and said with a sneer: "You really are two idiots. If you want to recover Naluoshizi Dayan Kingdom, what's the use of stirring up wind and rain in these Rivers and Lakes? There is no army, no advisers, relying on you A group of idiots, even a thousand years of rebellion will not succeed!"

"you you..."

What Jiang Hao said was that the two men had cold sweat on their foreheads, their expressions were startled and angry, and their faces were flushed red.

But at this time, a figure in black let out a long roar, and with the help of a rope, came roaring from a distance.

This person is Xiao Feng's father, Xiao Yuanshan.

Xiao Yuanshan first looked at Murong Bo and his son, and then at Master Xuanci who was collapsed on the ground.

Suddenly he burst out laughing, very pleased, the enemy he had been pursuing for many years was right in front of Own.

He turned around, his eyes were red, like a bloodthirsty lone wolf, first he said to Xiao Feng:

"Xiao Feng child, come and avenge your mother with your father!

Then he looked at Jiang Hao again, with gratitude and reverence in his eyes, and said in a gentle voice:

".々Brother Hao, you don't need to help. Today, Feng'er and I will get rid of these villains with our own hands!"

Jiang Hao stood up with a smile, nodded, and said softly to the two:

"After getting rid of these enemies, let's have a drink together!"

The father and son laughed loudly, and the laughter shook the whole field.

"Hahaha! That's right! After killing the enemy, we men will drink to our heart's content! If you don't get drunk, you won't return!"

After finishing speaking, the two of them rushed towards Murong Bo and his son like two fierce tigers.

The two people on the opposite side had no time to think about it, so they could only fight.

At that moment, the four of them, the old against the old, and the young against the young, fought in a group, and all of a sudden, the shadows of their palms flew together.

Jiang Hao looked around the crowd with a faint smile, and said lightly:

"This is the enmity between their two families. I don't want anyone to intervene. If anyone of you is not convinced, you can stand up now (for the sake of the king). No matter who it is, no matter how many people, Jiang will accept it." up!

The thousands of Martial Forest heroes who came to participate in this Martial Forest Conference are usually considered powerful and arrogant.

But at this time, in front of Jiang Hao, it was like a mouse seeing a cat, and they all held their breath, not even daring to vent their breath.

There were thousands of Martial Forest heroes in this battle, and none of them dared to look him in the eye.

Jiang Hao looked at one place, and the crowd lowered their heads one after another. What's more, their knees gave way and they fell to their knees.

Everyone wanted to lower their heads into their crotches, and no one dared to speak except for the shouts from the four players over there.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Hao snorted coldly, and said lightly: "Don't say that I never gave you a chance!"

"Since you don't have the guts to take action, from now on, anyone who stays here within a stick of incense will die!".