In the past few days, the Central China has been in turmoil, and the murder of Liu Gongping's grandson has caused heated discussions.

Liu Gongping from Qingyang League brought several elders whom he had made friends with on weekdays to the temple to ask for people, claiming that the temple monks were too bullying and killed his grandson for no reason. If they did not give Qingyang League an explanation, they would not be ready to leave.

Liu Gongping himself is a great figure with Tongtian's cultivation level. The other elders are almost the same as his combat power. Such a great figure came to the temple to ask for people in person, which naturally caused a lot of sensation.

Although the temple is not afraid of the Qingyang Alliance, it is not unreasonable. Liu Gongping came with several elders, so he naturally had to deal with him. He also sent a heavyweight temple figure to receive several people.

However, after investigation of the temple, no temple monk found that he went to the barrier of the North Sea continent today, and there was no possibility of killing Liu Gongping's grandson.

After hearing the temple's explanation, Liu Gongping was naturally not satisfied, thinking that he was intentionally protecting his monks.

Some people dare to kill people as a disciple of the temple. Without Qingyang Alliance, the temple itself would find out the truth, which attracted the attention of the temple master. They personally invited the high priest to use the soul of the Heavenly Secrets to cast spells to spy on the Heavenly Secrets, and predict what the identity of the impostor was.

But the result was shocking a large number of people!

Everyone was stunned when they heard this news and couldn't believe it.

The mysterious chief priest of the temple had failed. Not only did he not find out the true identity of the impostor, he injured his soul and vomited three mouthfuls of blood on the spot, instantly aging for thousands of years. Fortunately, the temple had a deep foundation and took out an eight-grade peerless pill to save his life.

This also directly angered the people of the temple. Throughout history, those who dared to oppose the temple all died, but now they have been challenged by a young monk.

"Impossible, the temple's great priest is above me, and he awakens the supreme Taoist soul and the heavenly Taoist soul. How could he not predict the identity and news of that boy?" Liu Gongping was also disbelief when he heard the answer given by the temple, thinking that they were perfunctory.

After all, this news was too shocking. The high priest had great magic power, which predicted the past and present. Why did he miss it now?

No one wants to believe this news, but this news was released by the Lord of the Temple, so how can there be a false statement?

Several of the great figures who came to Liu Gongping were shocked and said, "Even the high priest can't spy on his identity. I'm afraid the origin of this son is not simple."

"This young man dared to openly provoke a dispute between Qingyang League and the Temple. He was obviously quite arrogant, showed his edge, and acted too high-profile. Sooner or later, he would be strangled in the cradle." Some big shots felt that the young monk didn't know how to restrain himself and would not live long.

Although the temple explained that Liu Boyi's death had nothing to do with them, Liu Gongping left a knot in his heart and inexplicably hated the great power of the temple. But there were many masters, and he could only leave. Even if it was really what the people in the temple said, Liu Gongping could not fight with a few friends with elders, which was a symbol of seeking death.

The few people parted in disagreement and left.

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The temple is like a city built on the clouds. A layer of hazy fairy mist floats on the ground, filled with spiritual aura, like a divine soil. It is magnificent and grand, and it cannot be seen through the end. Over the years, I wonder how many people have embarked on the path of martial arts cultivation here and achieved the great way!

Inside the temple, there is a palace with clouds and mist. On the attic at the top of the palace, a woman looked away from the railing, and her beautiful eyes revealed her longing for the distance.

Her eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, her skin is as delicate as fat, her figure is slender and beautiful. She is wearing a concubine-colored flower dress and gauze, and the long skirt drags on the ground, like a fairy in a scroll, beautiful and charming.

It has been a month since she arrived in Zhongzhou. She stayed in the door and said nothing, and it was Mulanrou, who was called the Saint by the Temple.

"I don't know if the letter I wrote was seen by Han Feng. Did that bastard really come to Zhongzhou?" Mu Lanrou's eyes were touching, with tears flashing, but there was a smile on her lips. She missed her former hometown very much. Although she had been here for only a month, she knew that she might never be able to go back. However, in recent days, Mu Lanrou heard a message, which made her gloomy mood swept away.

She also accidentally learned what the temple monk said. Some people said that recently a young monk in white clothes had a black hammer and killed Liu Boyi. The news spread throughout Zhongzhou. Although Liu Boyi was not a person, his grandfather Liu Gongping had a certain influence, and the young monk directly challenged the leader of the Qingyang League, so this matter was hyped up. The entire martial arts world in Zhongzhou learned that there were such a young monk.

After hearing this news, Mu Lanrou secretly speculated who the man was, holding a black hammer and frolicking in white, which was exactly the same as the style of that bastard Han Feng. When she thought of this, she felt happy. She smiled for the first time in recent months. Perhaps Han Feng saw the letter and really came to Zhongzhou to find her.

"The temple master Ruyun, I hope he won't do anything wrong." Mulanrou prayed secretly. She stood high in the attic. Suddenly, a strong wind blew up her long hair, and her black hair was like silk, floating in the air, fluttering one after another, absolutely beautiful.

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"Han Frost... Where are you?" Han Feng seemed to see Han Frost standing in an attic in his sleep. She looked far away from the railing, her temperament was dusty and beautiful, and she seemed to be waiting for someone, waiting for a man to come to rescue her.

However, just when Han Feng wanted to reach out to the beauty, he woke up from his dream in shock and sat on the bed, covered in cold sweat, and covered in a quilt.

"You finally woke up." A gentle and moving woman's voice sounded in her ears. Han Feng looked at him and saw Zhu Ran sitting by the bed, looking at him.

Zhu Ran tasted a little: "Did you see the frost in your dream?"

"It seems to be." Han Feng nodded. At this moment, he only felt weak and his mind was still drowsy.

"You have had a ceremony with Han Shuang, and you can have the same heart. Maybe the scene you saw in your dream is the true portrayal of her at this moment." Zhu Ran said while using a wet towel to help Han Feng wipe the cold sweat off his forehead. He was very virtuous, just like his wife was helping her husband do something sparse and ordinary. And from her tone, it can be heard that Zhu Ran seemed to have regarded Mu Lanrou as a sister. You must know that except Han Feng, she would never omit anyone's surname and call him "Han Shuang."

Zhu Ran understood very well that Han Feng, a fickle bastard, will definitely have more than one woman in the future, and she will have already understood it in her heart.

Han Feng said: "She seems to be in an attic in the temple."

"The person in the temple called Mulanrou is the reincarnated saint of the Temple. He went to the heavenly realm to bring her. His status must be quite good, so there should be any danger." Zhu Ran seemed to be a little worried about Mulanrou in his heart when he saw Han Feng, so he comforted him.

"I hope this is how it is." Han Feng nodded. He looked at the furnishings in the room. It should be an inn. "Where is this place? How long have I been sleeping?"

"This is the inn room when you were sleeping, and it has been half a month since then."

"It's been so long..." Han Feng rubbed his head, which was a little painful, and sighed. He had never been injured and had been sleeping for half a month. You should know that the healing ability of the divine body was extremely powerful. When Han Feng was hit by Nangong Ming, he only spit out blood and fell asleep for a few days. He was shocked by the roar of a strong person with a Tongtian cultivation like Liu Gongping. He did nothing, but his face was pale for several hours and he vomited a few mouthfuls of blood.

Unexpectedly, this time, I fell asleep for half a month.

Zhu Ran looked at Han Feng gently and said, "You, you scared me at that time, and I fainted for no reason, and my soul was severely damaged. Fortunately, your soul has the ability to regenerate, otherwise you would not be able to wake up."

"Haha, I, Han Feng, are the ones who are about to embark on the road of the Emperor. How could I not wake up halfway?" Han Feng smiled boldly, stretched out his right hand, and saved Zhu Ran's soft waist with a slightning speed, kissed Zhu Ran's pretty face, which was so shattering.

"You have the same virtue, but you still want to follow the path of the emperor?" Zhu Ran hurriedly pushed Han Feng away and cursed coquettishly.

"No matter what kind of virtue, I, Han Feng, will definitely be a great emperor in the future. Come here quickly, and serve the future emperor in a strange way!" Han Feng smiled wickedly, and carried the beauty beside him into the bed, pretending to untie the waist on her dress.

Zhu Ran's pretty face turned red. Unexpectedly, Han Feng wanted to have sex as soon as he woke up. She diverted Han Feng's attention and said, "Do you want to know why you suddenly fell asleep?"

"Why am I sleeping?" Han Feng seemed to be hit by Zhu Ran's plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain, and became interested in this question.

"For many years, monks in the temple have been selected as high priests, and the requirement to be selected as high priests is to awaken the soul of heavenly secrets. They can predict the past and present and future. You should know what to do?" Zhu Ran said.

"What does this have to do with me? Don't try to draw my attention away!" Han Feng felt that he was trapped, and pulled the belt around Zhu Ran's waist apart, and threw Zhu Ran on the bed like a hungry wolf. A faint fragrance of a woman rushed over, causing him to feel aroused.

"Dead bad guy." Zhu Ran cursed in her heart, and she hurriedly said: "Half a month ago, you pretended to be a temple monk and killed Liu Boyi. The temple will definitely find out the truth. In the end, I was unable to help but ask the high priest to use the Tianji Taoist Soul to predict the identity of the impostor. The Tianji Taoist Soul can peek into a person's soul, but you resisted in your heart and were injured by the Tianji Taoist Soul, so you fainted."

When Han Feng heard this, he stopped what he was doing, feeling that what Zhu Ran said seemed to make some sense.

Seeing Han Feng stopping the action, Zhu Ran said, "And recently, I heard a piece of news that the temple's high priest was severely damaged by predicting the identity of a monk. I think you should be the one who caused the high priest to be severely injured."

"So that's how it is." Han Feng also felt it made sense when he heard Zhu Ran's inference.

"But..." Han Feng deliberately pulled the voice for a long time.

"But what, did I infer something wrong?" Zhu Ran asked.

Han Feng smiled wickedly and said, "Although you infer it right, you can't take the opportunity to escape this time."

As he said that, he pressed the Yiren in his arms tightly under him, took off her clothes, revealing a perfect ketone body, and then the two of them were tightly entangled together, and the room was filled with a beautiful atmosphere.
Chapter completed!