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Normally, if someone were to say something like this to mock Abbot Shaolin, they would definitely consider him to be an arrogant lunatic. However, at this moment, because Shaolin Temple was always defending Liu`er, everyone was extremely resentful and felt that this person's words were extremely reasonable. Looking towards the source of the sound, he saw three gray-clothed men standing in the corner of the hall. The brim of their hats was so low that his face couldn't be seen.

Fu Yuan was locked in the cave for more than ten years and was reciting Buddhist scriptures every day. Although the Buddhist scriptures were limitless, he could not forget that woman from back then. There were countless times that he wanted to break the chains and search for the ends of the world, but he was also worried that his mind would get lost and cause more trouble, so he forcefully endured the pain of homesickness. In the end, he simply devoted himself to studying martial arts in order to sever this ties of destiny. Later on, after he had mastered the art of martial arts, his memory of that girl was still fresh in his mind. As time went by, she had become this crazy today.

When Fu Yuan heard what Hui Xin had to say, he stood still and did not move. He did not know what to feel. All these years, he had only thought of that girl and had no idea whether she was alive or dead. How could he have imagined that there would be flesh and blood left in the world? At this moment, she was looking at Liu'er dumbly, her eyes dull and lifeless, not knowing whether to be happy or worried.

When Fu Yuan heard the man mock Hui Xin, he felt like he was struck by lightning. All the hairs on his body stood on end as his eyes opened wider than walnuts. Ping`er! Is that you, Ping-er? You're here? You finally. It's finally here! " As he spoke, he continued to randomly search for someone.

Everyone's martial arts skills were far from satisfactory. They were able to discern the speaker's position. At this moment, Fu Yuan was like a mountain village old man who did not know any martial arts. His steps were unsteady, and he was looking everywhere in the hall. Seeing him go crazy and worried for his own safety, the crowd quickly moved far away from him.

Although Liu'er didn't know why he had such a sudden change in appearance, hearing him call her Ping`er, she guessed that it was the name of the woman he was on good terms with. He only remembered that woman. He couldn't help but feel sad. He didn't care if he was his child or not. However, seeing his current appearance as a martial arts master, he was unavoidably mocked by the world. Unable to bear it any longer, he took two steps forward with the intention of pulling on his arm.

Liu'er touched Fu Yuan's arm with her finger. She suddenly felt a wave of heat, and her arm immediately became numb. He jumped back two steps and barely dodged the attack. After all, he was not injured, so he thought to himself, "It was close. I didn't expect his internal force to be so terrifying. I thought he used less than half of his internal force to fight me in the cave the night before yesterday." Now that I have lost my mind, it can't be that I am going to go berserk, right? " Thinking of this, he hurriedly called out to Hui Xin, "Master Fang, Senior he …"

Hui Xin had long seen through Fu Yuan's strange behavior. Before Liu'er finished her sentence, he had already moved in front of Fu Yuan and said, "Martial Uncle, you have to be a demon in your heart and cut off the roots of disaster. Don't waste more than ten years of cultivation." As he spoke, he sent a palm strike towards Fu Yuan's chest. Fu Yuan turned a deaf ear to him but still shouted, "Ping`er... Since you're here, why don't you want to meet me … Do you know. Do you know how much I miss you? " Hui Xin's square palm of flesh was still two inches away from Fu Yuan's chest, as if it had encountered an invisible barrier and could no longer move forward. Hui Jin muttered the Buddhist chant in a low voice as the true energy within his body surged. Although he did not hit Fu Yuan, Fu Yuan also stopped and could not move forward.

Fu Yuan suddenly got angry and shouted, "Smelly monk, Ping`er and I were in love over ten years ago, and you guys were the ones who blocked us. The old monster has endured for more than ten years. Today, Ping`er came to find me. Are you still trying to stop me? Get out of the way! " With a sudden wave of his arm, he welcomed the palm strike launched by Hui Xin, causing his chest to tighten and his body to fly backwards. Hui Ran hurried over to support him and asked, "Senior brother Fang Master, how are you?" "Wow!" Hui Xin, the abbot, spat out a mouthful of blood, gasping for breath. Hui Ran turned pale with fright and shouted, "Disciple Shaolin, listen up! Set up the Arhat Formation!"

Upon hearing the order, Wisdom Master and the other monks did not care about the safety of their abbot. They hurriedly set up a formation and surrounded Fortune. When the crowd saw Fortune, they all went crazy and hid behind him while trembling in fear of death. There were also a few people who drew their weapons, wanting to fight him to the death.

At this moment, the grey robed man laughed coldly and said," Hmph, the benevolent Shaolin monk doesn't show any mercy to his own people. How can he be merciful to the world? " As he spoke, he walked out from the corner and walked step by step towards the hall. The grey robed man did not seem to be afraid of the crazy Fu Yuan as he walked directly towards him. Strangely, when Fu Yuan saw the person who had lost his mind, he seemed to become more meek. However, he still kept shouting, "Ping`er …"

The grey-clothed person walked over to Fu Yuan and said coldly, "Your Ping`er … "He died a long time ago …" Fu Yuan froze on the spot and said blankly, "Nonsense …" Nonsense! I clearly heard her voice. She didn't die … "You're lying to me …" With that, he raised his brows and suddenly struck towards the grey-clothed man's face with his right palm. He shouted, "Why are you lying to me?"

Yu Ren was shocked. With this palm, that person's skull would undoubtedly be shattered. Liu'er shouted, "Be careful!" He hastily rushed forward in an attempt to save them. However, with Fu Yuan's cultivation and the palm strike he struck out of extreme anger, how could anyone in the hall stop him? The man was about to die on the spot, and Fu Yuan's palm strike was strong. The palm strike had blown the man's grey hat off, revealing a delicate white face. There were still two lines of tears on his face.

When Fu Yuan saw this face, his arm felt like it was nailed in the air as his entire body froze in place. Although her palm did not hit the woman, the inner strength of the palm was strong. When the wind from the palm hit her, she could not help but die instantly. Fu Yuan was shocked. He hastily flipped his left hand and made a palm in front of the woman's face, sending the palm energy flying away. With a cracking sound, the door to the hall was smashed by Fu Yuan.

Fu Yuan looked at the girl and shouted, "Ping`er, you're not dead!"

Everyone else was shocked by Fu Yuan's godly technique. Only now did they manage to see the woman's face. The woman appeared to be around forty years old, with willow shaped eyebrows and a high nose bridge that divided her delicate face into two. Her pair of large eyes were filled with tears, appearing cold and emotionless. There were a few shallow lines left behind by the passage of time on his forehead and at the corners of his eyes, making him look even more charming.

It was actually an incomparably beautiful woman.

"This is …" Hui Xin, Hui Ran, and the others looked at the woman in front of them and were all shocked. After a long while, Hui Xin struggled to stand up and said to the woman, "Amitabha, Almsgiver Luo, you and this old monk spoke first. Why did you have to go back to Shaolin today, and destroy Shifu Fu Yuan's ten years of cultivation?"

The woman let out a cold snort and slowly said, "You ruined my life. Did I ever blame you for even half a second?" Then, he looked deeply at Fu Yuan, enunciating each word, "You all despise him, but don't you allow others to despise him?"

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