Vol 4 Chapter 69: Sweeper's iron broom

Murong Fu rushed forward, but the sheep couldn't beat him. Usually at this time, he will not hide again.
Although Wushu is not as good as Xiao Feng and Murong Fu, who is Yang Yi? After the Tang Dynasty, there are great martial artists who can be counted in any era. Even if Xiao Feng and Murong Fu are full of blood, it is impossible to see a high and low with a sheep without more than a hundred rounds.
Besides, the two of them have been fighting vigorously for more than two hours at this time, and they are not much better than their father in terms of physical strength. Somehow Xiao Feng still drank a few sips of wine while bowing, but Murong Fu didn't even get in. The sheep had tea and snacks for most of the day, and there was no delay watching the lively eating and drinking.
Murong Fu shouted frantically, but he was far less proud than Xiao Feng. Although this sword pierced sharply, he could detect hesitation and caution when he looked closely.
The sheep swayed, planning to avoid the disadvantage of being flanked back and forth by the two. Some functions are used all day long and have become his temperament and habit, so this shaking naturally uses the invisible principle of the elements of "fire, light, shadow, and human."
Murong Fu only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and the sheep was suddenly blurred. After a shock, he didn't know where to stab him with this sword.
When Yang Yi just stepped away, Murong Fu's sword pierced Xiao Feng.
Xiao Feng subconsciously danced with the iron palm of the dragon's voice to grab Murong Fu's sword hilt, and Murong Fu was shocked when he was suddenly transformed into Xiao Feng in front of him.
It's weird!
He hurriedly withdrew his sword to protect himself, this time completely confused. Before he went to find the sheep again, he was smashed by the oncoming sweeper.
Murong Fu's face was after the fight.
The big broom of Yangyi is made of fine iron.
In case he was discovered by the Shaolin monk posing as a backguard, he secretly went down the mountain to the blacksmith shop in Luoyang 30 years ago and spent a lot of money to build this highly simulated and specially worn fine iron broom.
On the surface, it looked like a bald broom that was about to take off the branches and leaves, but it was actually a cruel weapon. A sheep in a ‘dangerous’ place will take it with it wherever it goes, and can violently beat people with blood.
Murong Fu was the first one to hit him.
Because of the angle, the invisibility of Murong Fu alone does not look strange to others. It was Murong's sword stabbed, the sweeping monk flashed casually, and then it was a broom.
My God, that's Nan Murong! One round makes people beat their faces like that, if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, I couldn't believe it.
The image of Yang Yi, a supernatural martial artist, began to be solid from theory to practice.
Xiao Feng was also taken aback. Although the two were equally famous, he was confident that he could beat Murong Fu. But in a fair situation, one to one, after two hundred moves, or even more.
But right in front of his own eyes, Murong Fu was overwhelmed by one move.
At this moment, Xiao Feng, who was originally passionate and never giving up, could not help but murmur in his heart. The scene was silent, and the spectators who were shocked twice were waiting for Xiao Feng to make a difficult choice.
After all, it was the hero Xiao Feng. Facing an opponent no matter how strong he was, he could only be killed without being scared to death. After hesitating for a while, he also launched an attack at the sheep, and then the dragon chants sounded from both palms.
However, he was still affected by Murong Fu's rapid defeat just now, and there was a hint of hesitation and caution when he came out of his palm, which was contrary to his domineering and strong temperament in the Dragon Palm.
In addition, his physical strength is about to dry up, and his attack is actually much lower than Willy at the peak.
Sheep is exactly the same, his martial arts confrontation experience is too rich. It was another invisible flash, and Xiao Feng had a flower in front of him, and what appeared in front of him was Murong Fu, who had just stood up and his face covered in blood.
Both were shocked again.
"Boom~"
Xiao Feng was also beaten up with blood, and fell out of a somersault.
‘Boom! Murong Fu took another bite, before he could stand still, he was beaten down again.
The crowd at the scene was shocked with barbs all over.
Three strokes overturned North Xiaofeng and Nan Murong, who were in the world, three times, and they used a bald broomstick. Many people wanted to kneel down for the sheep immediately.
After that, Yang Yi swiped a total of seven brooms, and then overturned Xiao Feng three times and Murong Fu four times.
If Xiao Feng or Murong Fu were single-handed tonight, Yang Yi could not have achieved such a sturdy record. It is precisely because the two of them interfered with each other in the attack and were used by Yang Yi, which greatly reduced their combat power.
If it weren't for the night of misty flames, Sheep One would not work, his invisibility would definitely not have such an outstanding effect in broad daylight;
If it were not for the two people who had experienced a long and cruel and dangerous fight before this, the sheep would not work either;
If it weren't for the two invincible fathers to be persuaded first and frustrated the spirit of the two sons, Yang Yi would not work either;
If it weren't for the background and atmosphere of the show, the impression of supernatural masters from the beginning to the end was implanted in the brains of the two, and the sheep would not work.
All the factors gathered together, so that Yang Yi, who was already very strong in martial arts, completely abused the North Xiaofeng and South Murong, who was famous in the Daliao and the Song Dynasty, on this night. This is the most exciting finale of the Shaolin Temple Martial Arts Conference.
The old rickety sweeping monk is like a of war coming to the world at this moment, and the temperament is always tight.
Look at the two young heroes again, they are all bloodied and unable to see the facial features. Fortunately, Xiao Feng said that although he is now the Great King of the Southern Court of Liao State, he is the former leader of the Beggar Gang after all.
But Murong Fu was too miserable. He was originally the image of a wealthy and good son in the south of the Yangtze River, but now he has also become the nine-bag elder of the dirty clothes faction.
The two dared not fight again, and they would be beaten to death by the broom if they continued. The sheep pricked the broom and looked at them quietly, with temperament.
Xu Zhu was already crying too hard at this time, and he was the only one who dared to run and kneel in front of the sheep, begging Master to let his brother Xiao Feng go.
Inspired by Xuzhu, the godlike scum queen Yuyan also dragged Duan Yu to kneel in front of the sheep, begging him to let his cousin Murongfu go.
Yang Yiben didn't want to shoot Xiao Xiao and Xiao Murong dead, and the two menacing fathers were still kneeling there. So he pushed the boat along the water to give his apprentice Xu Zhu and Dali Prince Duan Yu the face.
A pair of sheep said to Xiao Feng and Murongfu: "You two leave quickly~EbookFREE.me~ If you dare to trespass into my Shaolin Buddhist homeland in the future, it will not be as cheap as today. Your father owns it. Shaolin Temple takes care of them. They come and go freely and don’t have to worry about it. By the way, before leaving, pay for the repair cost of the damaged house today, five thousand taels per family."
Where would the Great King’s Mansion and Gusu Murong’s Family of the Southern Hospital of Liao State be poor? The subordinates hurriedly held the gold ingots and gold ingots to pay the fee, and the converted silver was only a lot more.
Yang Yi glanced at Kumazhi again, and he saw that Fan Seng's heart was abrupt. Dalun Temple in Tubo is super rich, and they give it golden leaves.
The nostrils of the monk Huifeng who received the money were all up to the sky. As a mediocre monk who was unknown in the Buddhist scripture pavilion, he had never been so proud of him.
Then Xiao Feng and Murongfu, who wrapped their wounded faces into rice dumplings, cried and knelt off to kiss their fathers. The two frightened fathers trembled but didn't even turn their heads. The sweeper's broom was still bleeding.
The sheep said ‘all gone’, the heroes and demons and ghosts disappeared in an instant, and Shaolin Temple returned to calm.
Yang Yi, who had already turned over all the books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion several times, was about to leave here.