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Suo Luzheng obviously didn't like such a mystical tone, frowned, and said to Jia Wu: "Your Excellency, do you have evidence for what you said?"

"Not now, but well," Jia Wu deceived with a smile, "you'll know once you try it out."

"Ridiculous." Xi Sheng stood on one side, with a worried expression on his face, "This group of hundreds of people going up the mountain, is it difficult to try one by one? Besides, who is to decide between the tester and the testee?"

"Don't be in a hurry, Daoist." Jia Wujue didn't care about Xisheng's anger at all, and said with a smile, "Since someone wants to replace Mei as the head of the sect, then the role of the small sect must be disliked." Eye-catching. If I were the person behind the scenes, in our line of work, the only thing I would be eye-catching about is the team leader."

"What do you mean!" Xi Sheng sternly said, "Could it be that you suspect that you are poor?"

Jia Wujue shook his head: "No, no, the Taoist priest misunderstood. Other than the Taoist priest, others are also suspected, but the Taoist priest and others are the most suspicious."

How could everyone in Wudang let others slander their senior brother so much, they naturally glared at Jia Wuchao.Those who were not named looked at their awe-inspiring and upright team leaders, and then at Jia Wuchai, who was smiling with a playful face. No matter how they looked at it, they felt that this fat man who came out of nowhere was more suspicious.

For a while, swords were tense, and the atmosphere was a little stagnant.

"What brother Wu said is not impossible."

As soon as Yue Chentan finished speaking, his figure had already slid several feet out of the wheelchair: "Junior Brother Xingzheng, how offending you are." Without further words, two bodhi seeds had already attacked the front door of Xingzheng who was standing on one side.

As soon as Xing's positive expression changed, there was no time to react, the two bodhi seeds came at him swiftly and stabbed straight at him with sharp inner strength.Instinctively, he tilted his head and stretched out two fingers, trying to catch the two menacing wooden beads.The moment his finger touched the bodhi seed, his expression was a little hesitant, and then he showed an expression of disbelief——

Those two bodhi seeds, which seemed to be full of murderous looks, were firmly held between his fingers.

how come?

As if he understood something, his complexion suddenly turned pale, and the hand holding the bodhi seed slowly lowered down behind him calmly.

"Pat, pat, pat", there was a clear slap, and he felt that the slap was not on someone else's hands, but on his own face.

"What a nimble skill." The person who applauded was Jia Wujue. He looked at Xingzheng with great admiration, and said in admiration, "I never thought Master Xingzheng, as a Shaolin disciple, would be able to master this armor-piercing hand."

Armor Breaking Hand is Fang Breaking Armor's unique special skill. It can not only use the power of the silver shuttle to attack from a distance, but also use it alone as a palm technique for close combat. It is very convenient for two purposes.As one of Fang Pojia's secret skills, non-disciples can't learn it, so how can Xingzheng be proficient in this martial art?

What happened to Mei Dulin was still vivid in his memory, and everyone probably had the answer without having to think about it.

"Boss Fang," Yue Chentan sat quietly in the wheelchair, looked at Xingzheng, and said word by word, "You once wrote a letter with your teacher, and I hope you can help the Zhenyuan Escort to settle the matter of picking up stars. I went there according to the appointment, but your Excellency met you as a dead body, and now you show up as a Shaolin disciple, what is your intention?"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

If he was still wondering just now, then Yue Chentan's words completely confirmed the original identity of the "Xingzheng" in front of him.

Fang Pojia's complexion was originally very unnatural, but now that Yue Chentan exposed his identity, he became calm and composed.He shook the sleeves of his robe, and said calmly, "I don't know when Shaoxia Yue discovered Fang's identity?"

"There is no conclusive evidence, just suspicion." After Yue Chentan finished speaking, he glanced at Jia Wujue and said unhurriedly, "Besides, the person who found out that you were suspicious at the beginning was not me, but him. .”

Following the direction of his finger, everyone's eyes focused on a young follower of the Iron Shark Gang with a shiny face.

Jia Wujue was also not humble, and smiled with his belly out: "It was just by chance that I noticed Master Xingzheng, oh no, the behavior of the head of the bodyguard Fang was a little abnormal, so I kept an extra thought and told Brother Yue."

The real situation is that he was careful, but he didn't tell Yue Chentan.But the other party seemed to be sure that he had already seen the clues, so he pulled him out to confront Fang Pojia in such an open manner, and made up his mind to let him show his face to the end.What is this strange monk thinking?

Jia Wujue suppressed the puzzlement in his heart, and said to the doubting people: "I don't know if you still remember, it was the night when Shaolin's Little Master Shenyan had an accident, after packing up his body, I saw He Shenyan The little master who is friendly with you, please ask Master Xingzheng to get something, it seems to be Shenyan's clothes."

"That's right." A young monk in the Shaolin team stood up and said, "The poor monk and his party wanted to change Junior Brother Shen Yan into clean clothes before sending him on the road. When he first entered the mountain, Junior Brother Shen Yan's baggage was soaked in the morning dew. Brother Zheng then asked Brother Xingzheng to take out the clean clothes from the bag and put them together with his package temporarily to prevent the clothes from getting wet. After Brother was killed that day, we asked Brother Xingzheng to pick up his clean clothes."

"That's right." Jia Wujue nodded in satisfaction, "Do you remember how long he's been there?"

"This..." The little monk wondered, "The poor monk really doesn't remember."

"It doesn't seem to be very fast." Jia Wujue continued.

"Does it matter if you go fast or slow?" Someone in the crowd asked.

"Of course." The old god Jia Wujue said, "Master Xingzheng's temperament, everyone in Shaolin wants to know better than me. Naturally, the bag is properly packed, and there is absolutely no way he can't remember what is in it and where he put it. Understood. Brother Yue, am I right?"

"Yes." Yue Chentan nodded very cooperatively.

"Then you can't blame me for not being suspicious." Jia Wu rubbed his chin and said, "When Master Xingzheng went to pick up his clothes that day, he rummaged through the packages of his fellow disciples from the top to the bottom of the wall, and it took a long time to find Shen. I will hand over the clothes I said to you to the little masters. How can a person who lives in a meticulous and orderly life not even remember where his parcel is?" He looked at Fang Pojia and said, "There is only one answer, which is He wasn't the one to drop the package at all."

"I didn't expect that even this would be noticed by you." Fang Pojia laughed, without the slightest embarrassment of being exposed, "It's not wrong to expose my identity."

"Shen Yan was the one who killed you." Yue Chentan said suddenly.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I made a mistake." Fang Pojia said it frankly, without a look of guilt, it was difficult to connect this person with the hero of the Escort Bureau who was once a hero.

Yue Chentan was neither angry nor happy, his expression was calm: "Where are you going?"

Fang Pojia looked at him with a half-smile: "Why should I tell you?",

Before he finished speaking, he flew towards Yue Chentan, and there were a few extremely sharp hidden weapons at his fingertips—in the blink of an eye, the silver shuttle with a sharp blade and poison was already flying towards Yue Chentan like a rain of arrows. Nail away.