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When Liu'er heard this, she was both surprised and happy. She was surprised that he came out from the cave, and delighted that if this person came, the crisis of Wu Lin would be solved. Just as Fang Xing was about to open his mouth to shout, he heard a ruckus outside. One of them pleaded, "Old senior, the poor Elementary Scholar said that there was a good show to watch and he clearly wasn't lying to you. Why are you hitting me again? "Ouch!" The other person laughed loudly and said, "Old demon, you think your Loach Skill is too tight and has the ability to lift tendons in your collarbones. If I don't beat you up, how would you be willing to use it?" The person from before said, "Didn't you catch me using it? What's the point? "Ouch!"

Liu'er listened to their conversation as her body trembled. Her mind went blank and she mumbled to herself, "Zhang Xiuxiu …" "Zhang Xiucai!" Ignoring the chaos within the hall, he took two steps to the entrance of the hall and anxiously looked outside. He saw that the mysterious person had already broken the chain on his arm and was walking towards the main hall with a smile. He still had a lot of strips wrapped around his body. Beside him was a person wearing a white shirt with tattered sleeves and a body that was half dirty. He held a broken fan in his hand and was dodging while leading the person over.

Who else could it be?

Liu'er's eyes were blurry, and her tears gushed out like a flood. She shouted in a heart-wrenching voice, "Zhang Xiucai!" This shout had been filled with frustration for a long time. Suddenly, his tears turned into smiles as he rushed towards the sky and shouted, "Ah!" This was the only way to prevent himself from fainting from joy. When he was a beggar, no one had ever looked at him directly. Zhang Jiuyou was a poor scholar. He seemed to be unrestrained and dishonest, but when he was in danger, he would not leave, and so he fell down the cliff. He originally thought that his body would be shattered into pieces and that his life would go to hell. He didn't know why his soul would return, so how could Liu'er not be happy?

It was also strange why he was with the old monk.

Zhang Jiu You was in the middle of dodging when he heard someone call out to him. He raised his head to look at the temple, and saw that the monk had grabbed his right shoulder, and at the same time that he was in pain, he also saw Liu'er. He forgot to shout out loud, and exclaimed happily: "Aiya, little hero! "You're not dead yet!" Frowning, he thought that there was something wrong with those words, as if he was intentionally cursing him for dying. Then, he changed his tone and said, "No, that's not right! You're a little hero, so you won't die that easily. "

While they were talking, the two of them had already arrived at the entrance of the hall. The monk did not know the relationship between Liu'er and Zhang Jiu Zhi. Seeing Liu crying to the point of tears, he mocked Zhang Jiu, "A man should rather bleed than cry!" Liu'er regained her senses after he shouted at her. Thinking that this monk might be her own father, she had mixed feelings. She didn't know how to address him, so she could only cry non-stop. Zhang Jiu You smiled and led Liu'er's arm, exhorting her: "Don't cry, don't cry! The little hero has to be able to support himself. " As she spoke, she wiped her tears away for Liu'er, but what she held in her hands was her own sleeve.

After this unforeseen event, all those who were battling within the hall stopped fighting. When they saw the monk enter the hall, they gathered together and said, "Hui Xin, Hui Ru greets Martial Uncle Fu Yuan!" The rest of the Shaolin monks also bowed their heads and said, "We pay our respects to Martial Granduncle!" The monk laughed and ignored the monks, asking Liu'er, "Was your Loach Skill taught by this poor Elementary Scholar?" He's very powerful himself, but why are you so stupid? " Liu'er had stopped crying and choked with sobs. "I …" Below... This junior is very stupid, you … "Senior knows this …" As the three of them chatted and laughed, the people in the great hall were as shocked as if they were stone statues. They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

He didn't expect that this monk was Wu turbid evil monk, the tall monk from Shaolin whose name was Fu Yuan.

What was even more unexpected was that he actually broke free from the chain and ran out!

Fu Yuan asked doubtfully, "What about you, me, my juniors, and seniors?" It has only been a few hours since we last met, why are you so foolish? Was he beaten to a pulp by someone else? " He then looked at the people in the hall and asked, "Did you guys hit his head?" Everyone felt a cold breeze blow against their backs when they heard his shout, and their sweat unconsciously began to drip. They also heard him say that they had not seen each other for a while, and they thought, "So this youth really is an evil bastard of Evil Monk Wu turbid. No wonder he has such cultivation at such a young age! It turned out to be the five turbid evil monks taught him every day. And why is the Shaolin Temple hiding this matter? " Even though they had their suspicions, no one dared to ask.

How could Hui Xin not guess what was on everyone's mind? He Chuan was just about to use this as an excuse, and Fu Yuan had said a few words like that for no reason. Wasn't it because he had helped He Chuan greatly, and he asked urgently, "Martial Uncle has always been recuperating at the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's place, and has never left the Shaolin Temple before. I wonder when have we met with Benefactor Ye?" Fu Yuan did not want to care about Hui Xin and did not want to answer. Zhao Lingqiu shouted from the side, "Ah! You are the old monster from last night! "

Fu Yuan looked at her and took a few steps back, covering Zhao Pingchuan behind him. He swallowed hard and said with a trembling voice, "Five... Monk, this little girl doesn't understand anything … Don't... "Don't be angry." Fu Yuan laughed heartily, didn't even look at Zhao Pingchuan and said to Zhao Lingqiu, who was standing behind him, "Little girl, you're really pretty." Then he said to Liu'er, "Old monster wants to see what kind of little girl you are talking about, to give up on such a pretty little girl." Liu'er blushed, not knowing how to respond.

As a result, Fu Yuan tossed Hui Xin's question out of his mind. Hui Xin wanted to ask more, but he heard He Chuan laugh coldly and say, "The Divine Monk Wu Chuan has been in closed door cultivation for more than ten years. It is truly a joyous occasion to be out again today. Looks like the Shaolin Temple is going to shake the martial arts world again. " As he fawned over Shaolin, he mocked him. Fu Yuan looked him up and down and asked, "You're the one who said Shaolin stick can't hurt you?" He Chuan slightly lowered his head and said, "I don't dare, I …" Before he could finish his sentence, everyone felt something flash in front of their eyes. It was as if a Shaolin rod had suddenly appeared in Fu Yuan's hand as he shouted, "Martial Granduncle!"

It turned out that Fu Yuan had already held Shaolin stick in his hand. Holding onto the stick, he stood there motionlessly, then quickly tapped twice towards He Chuan. These two strikes were ordinary, but for some reason, the pole's body was trembling non-stop. Even though he had pointed it out twice, it seemed like there were hundreds, if not thousands, of pole's feet in his eyes. He Chuan was dazzled and his face lost all color. He could not see where his staff was pointing and hurriedly jumped backwards, trying to avoid these two attacks. Fu Yuan was still motionless as he shouted, "Where are you going?" With a flick of his wrist, Shaolin's rod whooshed around twice and caught the corner of He Chuan's clothes. He pulled forcefully and pulled him back, and with two bangs, He Chuan's right shoulder and left abdomen were hit by the wooden stick.

Fu Yuan was still standing there, his feet not even an inch away from the ground.

Normally, with He Chuan's power, even if he was in the air, he would still be able to stabilize his body. However, for some reason, when this attack landed, he flew ten feet away and heavily crashed into a table and chair. He Chuan was shocked and angry at the same time. He got up awkwardly and looked at his body in shock. He was actually able to move freely. His martial arts level was not low, and he instantly understood that Fu Yuan had used a superior inner force skill that could beat an ox across the mountains to intimidate him.