Approaching Chongyang, the vicinity of Songshan Mountain has become bustling, and many people from the rivers and lakes continue to gather. The biggest thing that has happened on the rivers and lakes recently is that the heads of the major sects in the rivers and lakes were killed by their own stunts, and the biggest suspect is Murong Fu, who is known as Nan Murong.

However, in terms of the importance of this matter, it can only be ranked second, and the first is Qiao Feng, the former leader of the beggar gang, who successively killed his adoptive father and adoptive mother and Master Zhiguang and others, and killed Duan Zhengchun, the king of Dali Zhennan. has changed from a chivalrous and righteous giant to a traitor who is spurned by everyone.

These two incidents have been constantly spread in the mouths of people in the rivers and lakes, causing indignation among countless people. Shaolin Temple is known as the leader of the righteous path, and naturally will not watch the chaos of the rivers and lakes, so it is widely spread the hero's post and held a hero conference on the Double Ninth Festival.

As for the very simple purpose, it is to find out the truth about the killing of Master Xuanbei of Shaolin Temple and other heroes of the rivers and lakes, and to discuss how to deal with Qiao Feng, who is now the king of the Southern Courtyard of Liao Kingdom.

Qiao Feng was born in Shaolin Temple, and got the true inheritance of Shaolin martial arts, whether it is martial arts or strategy, it is superb, once such a person is evil, the consequences are unimaginable. Shaolin Temple has the obligation to find a way to unite the heroes to eradicate the other party before they endanger the world.

In front of the gate of Shaolin Mountain, Master Xuansheng of Shaolin Temple personally brought several welcoming monks to greet the heroes of the rivers and lakes in front, including the four elders of the beggar gang who came together, as well as the masters of the Barberry faction, the Qingcheng faction, and the Penglai faction.

Heroes from all walks of life, as well as the heads of various major sects in the Central Plains, heard the news of the Shaolin Conference, regardless of whether there was an invitation or not, they all rushed to come.

The masters who didn't get the invitation gathered at the foot of the Shaomuro Mountain, and the heads and masters who got the invitations were invited to the hall in the mountain gate to serve tea and rest.

"The South King of Dali Town has arrived!"

At this moment, a welcoming monk hurriedly came and reported loudly. Dali is the country of worshipping Buddha, its Tianlong Temple and Shaolin Temple are called the two holy places of Buddhism, and the relationship between them is very good.

Hearing the report of the welcoming monk, the abbot of Xuanci in the Daxiong Treasure Hall personally came out to greet him, and now the king of Zhennan is Duan Yu, and he calmly arrived with Ba Tianshi, Zhu Danchen, Mu Wanqing and others. He was immediately welcomed into the main hall.

"I heard that the new king of Zhennan in Dali is named Duan Yu, and he has practiced the six-vein divine sword of the Dali Duan clan's secret, and his strength is not inferior to Qiao Feng's traitor!

"That's right, Duan Wang Ye has practiced the Six-Vein Divine Sword, and his martial arts are even better than his father's, and his bearing is extraordinary, which is really admirable!"

When the heroes of Shaomu Mountain saw Duan Yu's demeanor, they all secretly admired. After the pain of losing his father, Duan Yu's personality seems to have changed a little, and he is no longer the leisurely noble son he used to be.

After Duan Yu arrived, most of the heads and masters of the various factions who were invited had already arrived.

"Why hasn't Murong Fu come yet, aren't you afraid?"

When it was almost noon, the heroes of the rivers and lakes found that Murong Fu, one of the protagonists of this conference, had not yet arrived, and couldn't help muttering a few times.

At this time, there was a sudden commotion at the foot of the mountain, and the sound of gongs and drums was heard. In the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Abbot Xuanci frowned slightly, and walked out with a few big monks to see what the situation was.

"The old immortal of the stars, the law drives the Central Plains, the magic power is vast, and the mana is boundless...... The old immortals of the stars, the magic of the world......"

With the sound of gongs and drums, hundreds of men and women in different clothes held flags and carried a large sedan chair, approaching the Shaolin Temple, and on the sedan chair sat an old man with a white beard fluttering fairy wind bones.

The old man was holding a puff fan in his hand, his eyes were slight, and he seemed to enjoy the praise of the disciples around him.

Seeing this scene, the heroes of the rivers and lakes still didn't know that this was Ding Chunqiu of the Xingzhu Sect! Ding Chunqiu created his own Dafa of Transformation Gong, and the enemies who fought against him were all exhausted and poisoned to death. It is notorious in the rivers and lakes, and not many people are willing to have too much contact with the Star Sect.

"Phew, the old monster of the stars, I also want to be presumptuous at the Heroes Conference, I am simply looking for my own death!"

At the foot of Shaomu Mountain, the largest number of people is the beggar gang, the beggar gang is the first major faction in the rivers and lakes, this time led by the four elders and the elder Quan Guanqing, hundreds of people came to the Shaolin Temple.

Among them, a few of the beggar disciples who were full of blood and righteousness saw the shameless praise of the Xingzhu sect disciples, and some of them couldn't bear it, and one of the beggar disciples even deliberately spat on the ground to express their disdain for these people.

"Huh?"

Ding Chunqiu, who was sitting in a sedan chair, seemed to be aware, his eyes opened suddenly, the essence flickered, and the pu fan in his hand waved in the direction where the sound came, and a vigorous roar came out.

The beggar disciple who spat just now was suddenly hit by the strength of the qi, and fell to the ground with a scream, a putrid breath gushed out of his body, and in less than a few breaths, he lost all his breath.

"Ding Chunqiu, you dare to kill my beggar gang disciple!"

Seeing this, the four elders of the beggar gang were extremely angry, roared angrily, and led hundreds of disciples to form a dog-fighting formation of the beggar gang, surrounding all the people of the Star Sect.

The four elders all took action and launched a siege on Ding Chunqiu.

I have to say that although the four elders of the Beggar Gang are first-class masters in the rivers and lakes, they are still a little short of the top masters, and in the original timeline, Ding Chunqiu and Murong Fu fought on an equal footing. The strength is only slightly inferior to the Four Heavenly Dragon Uniques.

"A few stinky flowers, dare to scold the old fairy, look for death!"

A sneer appeared on Ding Chunqiu's face, his figure spread, his long sleeves fluttering, and he used his self-created three-yin centipede claws. The claw wind carried a faint fishy smell, and the beggar disciples next to him were dizzy when they smelled it.

"It's the old monster Ding Chunqiu, the old monster of the stars, and the four elders of the beggar gang are only afraid that they are not his opponents!"

After Xuan Ci, Duan Yu and many sect leaders and masters came out, they saw at a glance the two factions fighting under the mountain gate, and without Qiao Feng as the pillar, the beggar gang was called the largest gang in the world, but it had actually declined a lot. Among the sects, the strongest are the four elders.

There is no top master in charge, and the dignified number one gang in the world has fallen into disadvantage when fighting with the Xingzhu faction, a small faction in the Western Regions.

Xuan Ci frowned slightly, and motioned to Xuan Sheng and other monks around him with his eyes, asking them to block it.

But before the Shaolin Temple could intervene, Ding Chunqiu laughed, pressed his hands on the four elders of the beggar gang, and then flew back and returned to the sedan chair.

The four beggar elders spat out a mouthful of dark red blood, staggered back, and fell to the ground with a bruise on their faces, obviously poisoned by the Star Sect.

In the blink of an eye, the beggars were left with only one elder who could call the shots.