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Fu Yuan did not seem happy at all. On the contrary, he looked sullen. He threw his staff to Zhi Zun and said coldly, "Martial artists, their weapons are like their limbs. How could they be so easily taken away?" Zhi Wei's face was full of shame, but he didn't dare to reply. Hui Xin, being the most intelligent one, liked to do it, and could not bear to let it be humiliated in front of the crowd of heroes, so he reported: "Martial Uncle's lesson is, we will remember it. However, Martial Uncle's skills have already reached the Transformation Boundary and are not something we can compare with. No matter how good one's intelligence was, how could one withstand this move from Martial Uncle? Junior Master is an intelligent senior, wisdom does not dare to disobey. "

Fu Yuan didn't like hearing him talk so he said to He Chuan, "Were those two strokes Shaolin just now?" That staff was something that he had snatched from Zhi Zun's hands. Naturally, it was Shaolin, so why would he need to ask? At this moment, it was obvious that he was teasing He Chuan. He Chuan was furious in his heart, but he knew that his martial arts were a thousand miles weaker than his. He could only nod without saying anything. Fu Yuan asked again, "Did you get hurt?" He Chuan did not know whether to nod or to shake his head. If one said that he was injured, then he was completely unharmed. If he had said that he was uninjured, then he would have been sent flying back more than ten feet.

Fu Yuan snorted and asked again, "Who did you say was cultivating behind closed doors? "Who's making a comeback?" He Chuan was flustered and exasperated. He was just thinking of how to deal with him, but when he heard the question, he changed his mind and said, "What I am talking about is naturally you, Monk. The Divine Monk has been in seclusion in the martial arts world for many years and has cultivated a set of Divine Arts, so in the future, his might will definitely shake the martial arts world. " Fu Yuan exclaimed, "Nonsense! Bullsh * t!" The old demon did not go into seclusion to cultivate. He was imprisoned for more than ten years and locked up for more than ten years. The old monster did not want to return to the underworld. It was all because of this poor Elementary Scholar that he lured the old monster out of the cave. " Zhang Wei laughed, "I don't dare to lie to you, I don't dare to lie to you."

When He Chuan was in the Treasure House, he had seen Zhang Jiuyou save Liu'er, and it could be said that he had seen him once. At this time, he did not know why the monk suddenly appeared, and why this evil star had suddenly appeared. He bitterly looked at the monk, and because Fu Yuan was beside him, he could not do anything about it, and asked curiously, "Divine Monk God Arts are unrivalled, who can lock you up?" The meaning of his words was to remind all heroes that if this person didn't die, then no one in this world could control him. He Chuan paused and gave everyone time to react before asking, "Although the godly monk does not ask about the martial arts, how can he just let his godly technique be wasted like that?" He then joked, "I was taught a lesson by the monk just now."

Fu Yuan scratched his head. "Hmph!" It's all the fault of the young monks that they failed to live up to their expectations and lost the prestige of the Shaolin Temple. " Wisdom bowed its head in shame. However, He Chuan laughed and said, "It doesn't matter. A godly monk has taught them martial arts. In the future, they will all be godly monks." When he said "God Monk", he meant "Evil Monk". How could the crowd not recognize him? Liu'er shouted angrily, "He Chuan! Don't you dare lie to me, Master... The old senior cannot speak of the martial arts world, nor can he speak of the martial arts world. He Chuan smiled without replying.

At that moment, the two young monks carried everyone's weapons into the hall and threw them on the ground. Fu Yuan took a glance and asked curiously, "Why do you need all this work for? It is an important Buddhist land." Carry him away! Carry him away! " Liu'er and the rest said anxiously, "You can't! The thieves wanted to mess up Wu Lin, we are going to fight with them! " Fu Yuan said, "Why do you need to use a sharp weapon to win in a fight? Where's the fist technique the old demon teaching you to be the best in the world? " Liu'er's face reddened as she lowered her head and said, "I am stupid. I can't learn it." Everyone's eyes were red with shock.

He Chuan suddenly laughed, "You have such a powerful hungry father, how could you be stupid? It must be because the number one fist technique in the world is too difficult, so there's no need to be discouraged if you can't learn it in a short period of time. " Fu Yuan looked hesitantly at Liu'er. "Who is your father?" "Is it very powerful?" When the crowd heard this, they thought to themselves, "Since you are willing to teach him the fist technique of Number One Under Heaven, you naturally know that he is your son. Why do you need to act in front of us?" Liu'er stared at him blankly for a while before stammering, "I …" "I don't know …"

Fu Yuan had been reciting Buddhist sutras in the cave for more than ten years. He had never thought that after he left her there, she would be dead. If he had known that he had left his flesh and blood behind, he would have gone to the ends of the earth to search for it. However, he had never expected that the 'father' He Chuan had mentioned was him. He swore in a low voice, "You don't even know your own father? You're extremely stupid!" Then he asked He Chuan, "Do you know who his father is?"

He Chuan laughed coldly and was about to speak. Hui Xin rushed to say: "Uncle-master does not leave the sect all year round, so he knows little about the martial arts world. This Benefactor He is not a good person and loves to use words. Most likely, his words cannot be trusted. " He then looked at the people in the hall and said in a clear voice, "Benefactor Ye is an orphan. He has no mother or father since he was young. How does Benefactor He know his background?" He Chuanfang wanted to say something, but Daoist Master Qingyu, who was at the side, suddenly coughed and spat out another mouthful of black blood.

Liu'er then remembered that Daoist Master Qingyu and the nigger had been injured by He Chuan and were still suffering. Daoist Master Cyan Yu's internal energy was profound and could force the poisonous blood out, but the nigger's consciousness was gradually fainting. He was anxious and angry as he said to He Chuan, "He Chuan! Quickly hand over the antidote! " He Chuan smiled lightly and said, "I've already given you the antidote. It's just that you're despicable people, if you don't dare to use it, don't blame me."

Liu'er was furious and was about to attack again. Fu Yuan sneered. "Martial artists can be poisoned?" Liu'er anxiously replied, "Senior, you might not know this, but this traitor He Chuan's methods are extremely ruthless. He's good at using poison, but his poison is extremely powerful." Fu Yuan frowned slightly and complained, "It's fine if you call me senior, but why do you add the word 'old'? Is it not because you despise me for being old? " Liu'er was silent when she heard Zhao Lingqiu laughing beside her. "You call yourself an 'old monster' yourself. Why can't others call you an 'old senior'?"

Fu Yuan laughed heartily as he nodded and shook his head. "All the women in this world have such clever mouths. We cannot afford to offend them …" He hurriedly changed his words and said, "Old demon wants to see what kind of powerful poison it is." With a movement of his body, he had arrived before Guru Bluejade. Pointing his finger forward, he grabbed his wrist. Wu Chenzi and the others were shocked. Even though Fukuyama had not injured anyone since his appearance, his speech and actions seemed a bit crazed. In addition to the calamity that had befallen the Martial Forest, and he was filled with evil, so how could Daoist Master Qingyu know that he did not have any intentions of harming him?

Wu Chen held his sword and shouted, "Don't you dare hurt my master!" A white shadow flashed, slashing towards his arm. He did not know what good and evil Fu Yuan was like. He only wanted to force him back with this sword strike, and had no intention of harming him. Fu Yuan's right arm was still extended forward, and he treated the incoming sword like it was nothing. Seeing that the tip of the sword had cut through the monk robe, Liu'er hurriedly shouted from behind, "Be careful!" Fu Yuan chuckled, his left hand twirling in front of his chest. He flicked his middle finger on the sword, causing it to curve into an arc. As a result, the downward slashing force of the sword suddenly became the force of a blow, and the tip of the sword pierced a hole through his sleeve with a "chi" sound. The sword slid past his skin, but didn't harm him in the slightest. Fu Yuan's right hand had already reached Daoist Master Cyan Yu's wrist and was checking his pulse.