Zhou Tong's face suddenly became extremely solemn, and he couldn't help but think to himself: "This matter is serious and needs to be reported to the court and officials as soon as possible."

"Alas, our Song Dynasty is really troubled by internal and external troubles now. There are Khitan, Tubo and Xixia Kingdoms outside, who are eyeing them and are ready to attack at any time. Inside, there are the remnants of the Yan Kingdom that have been dormant for several generations, trying to cause chaos, and there are even adults who are lying on their backs, fighting for power and profit.

You guys, in this critical moment for our survival, how can we sugarcoat it and deceive ourselves and the world? Alas..."

Thinking of this, there was a faint look of worry in his eyes.

Although the onlookers didn't know what those two objects were, they saw the clues in Zhou Tong's expression, and they immediately whispered and made noises.

Fang Muye looked at the ugly middle-aged man among the Murong clan's subordinates in Gusu who had spoken earlier, and said loudly: "Mr. Murong Bo, you have taken 'reviving the Yan Kingdom' as your lifelong mission, and you have conspired and plotted to the extreme.

Now that your dream of becoming an emperor has become clear to the world, the great things you have planned will never come true, so why should you, sir, try again?"

When everyone heard the words "Murong Bo", they were immediately startled and followed Fang Muye's gaze.

But I saw the middle-aged ugly man let out an old sigh, walked forward, and then stretched out his hands to rub his face a few times. The muscles on his face suddenly fell off piece by piece, and there were countless ash powder.

And fall.

The heroes saw him suddenly transform from an ugly-looking middle-aged man into an old man with clear eyes and long white eyebrows. They were all dumbfounded and surprised.

When Murong Fu saw the old man's appearance clearly, he was immediately overjoyed and shouted: "Daddy!"

Murong Bo just looked at Murong Fu, nodded, and then turned to Fang Muye, bowed his hands, smiled sinisterly, and said: "Mr. Fang's name of 'Bai Xiaosheng' is indeed well-deserved, and it is so admirable! But Fang

The last thing Mr. Wang said was wrong. As the saying goes, 'Everything depends on people, but it depends on God.' Nothing can be concluded until the last moment. It is too early to make a conclusion at this moment."

Fang Muye returned the salute and said with a smile: "Then Fang will wait and see."

Murong Bo's eyes as he looked at Fang Muye became extremely cold for a moment, and then became quite indifferent for a moment. He slowly turned to Zhou Tong, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhou is famous in the capital, like thunder. I can see you today, Murong Bo."

Fortunately, what Mr. Zhou holds in his hands is an important ancestral belonging of the Murong family. Please return it to Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Tong shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Originally, if it were your business, the imperial court would not interfere much, but you, Murong, are a Xianbei barbarian, and you want to mess with China, separatize the Central Plains, and offend us.

The Song Dynasty is so powerful that the court cannot ignore it. These two objects are evidence of crime and cannot be returned to you. Even your father and son, as well as a group of accomplices, will follow Zhou to the prison."

As soon as these words came out, most of the subordinates of the Murong clan in Gusu, those from the martial arts sect who had surrendered, suddenly showed a look of fear.

Conspiracy to rebel is a serious crime, and the family will be confiscated and the entire clan will be exterminated!

These people rushed out in a hurry and prostrated themselves in front of Zhou Dong. They cried and shouted: "Master Zhou, we are all threatened and forced by the old thief Murong Bo. We have no choice but to surrender to the Gusu Murong clan."

As for Murong's conspiracy, we were also kept in the dark and didn't know anything about it. We are all citizens of the Song Dynasty, and we are naturally loyal to the Song Dynasty. We also ask Mr. Zhou to enlighten us."

Murong Bo glanced at these people coldly, his eyes full of contempt.

Zhou Tong waved his hand and said in a low voice: "When this matter is over, you will return to the capital with me. If you are innocent, the court will not blame you. Now, please step aside."

These people immediately said "yes" and stepped aside with gloomy faces. Everyone was breathing heavily and no one dared to say anything.

Xiao Feng clasped his fists at Zhou Tong and said: "Senior Zhou, Murong Bo and his son are trying to cause chaos. It is natural for the court to want to take advantage of them. However, the great enmity between my father and son and Murong Bo must be avenged."

Zhou Tong smiled and said: "Xiao Laoxia avenges his wife, and Xiao Daxia avenges his mother. This is a matter of course. The virtuous father and son just ask for it, and Zhou will never stop them."

Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng bowed to Zhou Tong at the same time and said, "Thank you very much."

Xiao Yuanshan took two steps forward, pointed at Murong Bo and shouted: "Old thief Murong, you are the culprit. I fought with you three times back then. I deeply regret that I didn't know your true face and didn't kill you hard. Come up and die."

!”

Murong Bo looked up to the sky and smiled. His voice was like a loud bell, which spread far away and made the valley ring. Then he said coldly: "Do you really think that I am just a piece of fish on a eucalyptus board and am being slaughtered? Xiao Yuanshan, yes

Are you and your son going together, or are we going to fight alone and fight to the death?"

Xiao Yuanshan said solemnly: "The deep hatred between you and me will never be resolved. In the three competitions in the past, I tried to stop it, and my subordinates were ruthless. Today I have seen through your true colors. You have also made great progress in martial arts. You are my father and son."

Let’s join forces and take your life.”

Murong Bo laughed and was about to answer when he suddenly heard a roar: "Murong Bo, did you kill my senior brother?"

Murong Bo looked over coldly. After a second glance, he smiled contemptuously and said, "So it's you, a lost dog. Why do you dare to appear in front of me now?"

Cui Baiquan had a humiliated look on his face, but he still asked bitterly: "Murong Bo, did you kill my senior brother?"

Murong Bo said: "Yes, I killed Ke Baisui, do you also want to seek revenge from me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cui Baiquan and his nephew Guo Yanzhi immediately roared in unison and rushed toward him. The other Funiu Sect disciples also reacted and rushed after him.

Murong Bo did not move, but Feng Bo evil shouted: "With your meager martial arts skills, you are worthy of fighting my master. If you want to fight, you must first defeat me, Jiangnan Yi Feng Bo evil."

After saying that, he jumped up to meet them, and in an instant he was fighting with everyone from the Funiu Sect.

Murong Bo's expression did not change, and he looked blankly at Sima Lin of the Qingcheng faction and Yao Bodang of the Qin family village, who were full of anger and open to speak, and said: "I know what you want to ask, Sima Wei and Qin Boqi were both

If you want revenge for what I killed, just come together."

When everyone in the Qingcheng faction and Qinjiazhai heard this, they were so angry that their chests were about to explode. In anger, they immediately drew their weapons and ran towards Murong Bo.

Bao BuTong laughed and said: "The people of the Funiu Sect are not worthy of my master personally taking action, so you are worthy? No, no! Your opponent is me, Bao BuTong."

As soon as he finished speaking, people rushed into the crowd of people from Qingcheng Sect and Qinjiazhai and started fighting.

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