My Gorgeous Fiancee

0Wu Shangwen smiled and said: "Master, I am a Chinese. In China, there is a saying: 'A gentleman doesn't take away the beloved of others.' Leave the tea leaves for yourself to drink." As for that nonsense, if you have the time, can you bring us to find the abbot later? "    

    

"So you are Chinese, no wonder I heard you speak the national language of the island so stiffly. "I really like China, especially that thousand year old culture. Many of the island's cultures, including martial arts, are passed down from your country."    

    

When he said this, his face was full of longing. It could be seen that what he said wasn't to curry favor with Wu Lie.    

    

Actually, not everyone in the island would reject Huaxia. There were quite a few people who were friendly, and there were also many who were as interested in China as they were in greed.    

    

Because of this topic, the distance between the two of them had unknowingly increased by a lot. Just as Wu Zewen was asking for guidance from the Chinese civilization, the discontent had disappeared and they had returned.    

    

"Benefactor, Lord Fang said to invite you over."    

    

He respectfully said to Wu Zewen.    

    

Since he saved his master, Wu Zewen's attitude towards him had become more respectful.    

    

"Oh? "Did the abbot say anything?"    

    

A cloud of doubt rose in Wu Shangwen's heart, so he immediately asked.    

    

Ye Zichen shook his head and said.    

    

"Just said that I would like to invite you, the rest of the words did not come out. However, the nonsense is still there. "    

    

He added.    

    

When Wu Shangwen heard that arrogant words were also present, his eyes immediately lit up.    

    

"Let's go, lead the way."    

    

With that, the four followed behind him and walked towards the meditation room that he was in.    

    

In Tian Xiao Temple, the three martial brothers all had their own meditation room. It was quiet and peaceful, and they weren't easily disturbed.    

    

Wu Shangwen and the others were brought to the meditation room where Ku Sin was, and those words were sitting across from the abbot.    

    

Fang Dang looked at Wu Lianwen with a complicated expression before his gaze fell onto the latter's body. Fang Dang shook his head and sighed, but he still expressed his gratitude towards Wu Liangwen.    

    

"Benefactor Li, thank you for helping us out today. This old monk will once again thank you on behalf of the Tian Xiang Temple." At the same time, I want to give you three hundred thousand dollars as a reward.    

    

He stared at Wu Shangwen and spoke with a sincere tone.    

    

Wu Shangwen knew that Wu Mu only gave him one million dollars, but he didn't expect that the abbot would ask for three hundred thousand dollars from him. It was obvious that the abbot was not a moneygrubber, so he smiled and said.    

    

"Reverend Fang views money as worldly possessions, but how can I, Li Shengwen, not? "Moreover, the reason that Master Fang called me here today isn't just to give me money, right?"    

    

After Wu Shangwen finished speaking, his gaze fell on Wang Chao who was sitting at the side. The difference from before was that not only did he feel that this person was mysterious, he even felt a sense of déjà vu in his heart. However, he couldn't recall where he had seen him before.    

    

Hearing Wu Shangwen say this, Reverend Fang did not beat around the bush, and directly said: "Benefactor, you should not be surnamed Li, right?"    

    

Wu Zewen's heart was in turmoil the moment he heard that. Even the old man, Jing Jing Jing, and Qi Yuqing had looks of surprise on their faces.    

    

I'm not sure. How did this Abbot know?    

    

Wu Shangwen asked calmly.    

    

"I wonder, why did Reverend Fang say that?"    

    

He continued.    

    

"Not only do I know that your surname is not Li, but I also know that your surname should be Wu, and your name should be Wu Xun, right?"    

    

This time, Wu Chonglou didn't look at the abbot, but instead shifted his gaze to the silent and arrogant man beside him and asked.    

    

"Master Yu Yu, you should have told Master Fang Shang about this, right? Who exactly are you? "    

    

He had a feeling that this nonsense should have something to do with his own background.    

    

"Amitabha, sin. All of this was a sin that this monk had sowed all those years ago. All these years, this monk had suffered through a lot of internal sufferings. Here, he was to atone for his sins and pray for the Buddha's forgiveness. Now, I have finally waited for this day. Didn't you always want to know who I am? Let me tell you today, the black-clothed person that I fought against the White Bird Plains that day was also involved in the massacre of your Wu Clan twenty years ago. My name is Yokohama Ju. "    

    

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Shangwen's heart shook and his face suddenly sank as he said this.    

    

"You truly are looking for me everywhere. So you were actually here. Heng, I've been looking for you for a long time, today I will fight you to the death! Aren't you known as the God of Ninjas? Why are you hiding in this temple? And how did you know my name was Wu Shangwen? You want to deal with the White Bird Plains? "    

    

Wu Zewen's eyes were fixed on Yokohama as he walked. His eyes gradually turned red, like two sharp swords that couldn't wait to cut the opponent into mincemeat.    

    

Heng Bin stood up with large strides. He first respectfully bowed to Wu Zewen before speaking.    

    

"With the help of the Wood Village, he joined in the battle to kill your Wu Clan, after coveting your clan's treasure map. After that, I kept this in mind. Although I have killed quite a few people, I am the one who deserves to be killed. "However, the only thing I feel guilty about is the matter of your Wu Clan. Since then, I have escaped into the Buddhist Sect, hoping to wash away the evil in my body."    

    

Heng Bin paused for a moment before continuing: "As for why I know your name is Wu Zhuang Wen, the reason is very simple, you look very much like your father. Furthermore, the old man beside you should be the so-called number one expert of the capital, Xue Haohan. "Actually, the two of us had a fight back then. It's just that none of you know my true face!"    

    

The words that Heng Bin said immediately brought back Xue Haohan's memories of the calamity that happened in the Wu Clan twenty years ago. A look of understanding appeared on his face.    

    

"The masked man who stabbed me with an extraordinary skill back then … could it be you?"    

    

Xue Haohan looked at the Yokohama Steps in surprise.    

    

Heng Bin nodded and said: "That's right. At that time, I was also hit by your concealed weapon. The only person that could hurt me in China is you."    

    

Xue Haohan stared at Yokohama as he took a step forward. With a cold glint in his eyes, he said, "You and the Wu Clan have an irreconcilable feud, but why did you help us deal with the White Bird Plains?"    

    

This not only caused Xue Haohan to be confused, but even Wu Shangwen was puzzled. Most likely, this person knew about the identity of the Master and disciple pair at that time.    

    

Heng Bin sighed and said: "The White Bird Plains was injected with primitive power by Wood Village, if we do not kill him, it will bring endless calamity to the island nation. Since Wood Village is not only sure to deal with you guys and the group in the mountain pass, he must have some deeper scheme, I know him, he is a very ambitious and terrifying person. "I am not helping you kill the White Bird Plains. I just cannot bear to see the island nation being annihilated."    

    

When he said this, Wu Shangwen carefully observed his facial expression and discovered that the other didn't seem to be lying. After so many years of focused cultivation of Buddha, his state of mind had undergone a tremendous change.    

    

But this didn't dilute the hatred in Wu Shangwen's heart. The flames of vengeance burned fiercely in his eyes, and this ball of flames wished to burn his entire body.    

    

"It doesn't matter if you are a Buddha or a devil. Twenty years of blood debt, I must get it back from you today to comfort my parents' souls in heaven. "Come out!"    

    

Finished speaking, Wu Congwen stood up and walked out of the temple.    

    

The old man and the two ladies followed him out.    

    

Yokohama strode along with Reverend Fang and the others as they followed him out.    

    

Both parties...    

    

Arriving at the top of a mountain behind the temple, he saw that it was a spacious and flat area. The mountain was clean and beautiful, and was a great place to practice martial arts.    

    

Wu Shangwen and Yokohama were more than ten meters apart, facing each other, while the old man and the old man each stood on their own two sides.    

    

The old man looked worriedly at his disciple. He didn't see how Heng Bin had defeated Wu Mu. However, the old man's figure was strangely moving, which made people's hair stand on end.    

    

How could Wu Shangwen not know how powerful his opponent was? He had clearly seen it just now, and had imagined in his heart more than once whether he would be able to dodge his attack if he was in his place.    

    

Jing Jing Jing and Qi Yuqing looked at Wu Shangwen, clenching their delicate fists tightly. Their palms were already covered in sweat.    

    

When Wu Zewen faced Yokohama, he felt an unprecedented pressure. The other party was standing there like a massive magnetic field that could be sucked in at any time and mercilessly strangle him.    

    

Suddenly, the latter's body swayed in a strange way, and a cloud of smoke exploded where he stood. When he looked again, Yokohama had already disappeared from where he stood, and almost at the same time, a biting cold wind covered Wu Lie's letter. It felt like he was in a cave of ice, and the chill seeped into his bones.    

    

Not only that, he had also brutally and tyrannically destroyed his inner defense line. If it was an ordinary expert, just this one attack would be enough to make him give up all his defenses and surrender.    

    

These thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning, and his figure flashed again and again. Just as he moved, a cold light flashed past the place he stood at a moment ago.    

    

A black shadow chased closely behind him, and very quickly they were fighting fiercely with each other. Heng Bin's pace was even more difficult than Wu Shangwen had imagined, his blade technique was strange, and his more important movement technique was even stranger. He disappeared as soon as he said the word, and then unexpectedly stabbed you in the back, it was simply unfathomable.    

    

Because of this, Wu Shangwen's left arm was already injured, so it wasn't as if he was holding a knife. The problem wasn't too serious.    

    

However, if he couldn't think of a solution, he was destined to lose. This beautiful mountain peak would become his burial ground.