Qiao Feng wants to fight, who can fight?

Qiao Feng wants to run, but who can stop him?

Even with He Xie's martial arts, he didn't dare to say that he would win Qiao Feng without hanging up, because this person is strong when he is strong, he is the real god of war, and you never know how much potential he will play.

In the end, the Shaolin monks tossed for half an hour, but still did not find any trace of Qiao Feng, and the monks were all depressed and relatively silent, and they all felt that their faces were really embarrassed this time.

Just when they had almost given up, a cry for help suddenly came from the Bodhi Hall not far away.

More than a dozen Xuanzi senior monks glanced at each other, and almost at the same time, they quickly swept over there.

When I entered the Bodhi Hall, I saw five little monks lying on the ground in the hall, unconscious.

Xuan Bei's face was heavy, and he shot out five finger forces in the air, and immediately solved their acupoints.

The five monks woke up and saw so many big leaders coming, and hurriedly saluted in a mess, trembling.

Xuan Pain stepped forward and asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter?" Who clicked on your acupuncture points? ”

"Uncle Hui's words are Zhiqing," a little monk said tremblingly, saying, suddenly catching a glimpse of a little monk behind Xuan Ci, he was suddenly taken aback, jumped up suddenly, pointed at him and shouted angrily: "Zhiqing!" Why did you plot against your fellow disciples, and steal the scriptures behind the bronze mirror? ”

The little monk who was pointed at him was taken aback; "Senior Brother Zhi Zhan, what are you talking about!"

Zhi Zhan said angrily: "You kicked down me and the other five people, stole the scriptures, what are you pretending to be stupid!" ”

Zhi Qing also said angrily: "I have always been by the abbot's side, how could I come to steal any scriptures?" ”

The two little monks argued endlessly, but several high-ranking monks of the Xuanzi generation had different faces and looked at each other.

Xuan Ci coughed lightly, and the two little monks were immediately silenced.

He sighed and said, "There must be something wrong with this. Zhiqing was always by my side just now, and he didn't leave. ”

After a pause, he said: "Junior brothers and nephews, and return to this hospital to rest first, and those who have a role will continue to do so." ”

The group of monks dispersed as ordered, leaving only three monks in the hall, Xuan Ci, Xuan Bei, and Xuan Lonely, and the three of them had solemn faces.

Xuan Ci suddenly said: "Amitabha, sin and sin!" ”

As soon as these eight characters exited, the three monks suddenly flew up and attacked the back of the Buddha statue from three different directions!

Bang!

The next moment, the Buddha statue was pushed down from behind, Qiao Feng was depressed, and a little monk with a frightened face jumped out.

And this little monk is clearly exactly the same as the previous Zhiqing who was stolen by duty, don't think about it, it is Azhu pretending.

The three monks didn't allow Qiao Feng to dodge, and they all shouted at the moment, and the people had already shown their own skills in mid-air, and they all slapped behind Qiao Feng again.

Qiao Feng was reluctant to fight hard, and when his body fell, he grabbed the five-foot-high bronze mirror that exposed him, turned his arm and wrist, and blocked the screen behind him like a shield.

I only heard a loud sound of "dang", and the three monks hit the bronze mirror with their palms, and the bronze mirror suddenly fell apart, one of which collapsed on Azhu's heart, and Azhu spurted out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the spot!

And with the help of this palm, Qiao Feng rushed out like an arrow from the string.

But as soon as he arrived at the door, he heard the evil wind blowing in his face, and seven or eight figures rushed towards him in unison!

It turned out that the previous monks of the Xuanzi generation did not actually leave, but were afraid that he would escape and intercept him on the periphery.

Qiao Feng was in mid-air, but he suddenly made a thousand pounds of kung fu and sank instantly, falling to the ground, causing everyone to pounce.

Without waiting for the monks to completely block his Quartet Road, he tapped the ground with his toes, and his true qi roared, slamming up like fireworks, grabbing Azhu with one hand and clapping three palms in a row with the other.

Boom Boom!

In an instant, a torrent of bright yellow true qi poured out, raging the void, and it was the move of the flying dragon in the sky in the eighteen palms of the descending dragon.

All the monks' faces changed drastically, no one dared to take it hard, and they all used their methods to dodge, but when they stood firm and looked again, Qiao Feng had already disappeared into the night with the person.

Let people run away again!

The awkward atmosphere is spreading.

After being silent for a long time, Xuan Bei shook his head and sighed: "This person's martial arts are really good!" ”

Xuan Lin said with a solemn face: "The Khitan people are cruel and vicious, this person must be eliminated as soon as possible to avoid infinite trouble." ”

Xuan Bei hesitated slightly, but still said: "The old man feels that there should be something else in this matter, this Qiao Shi is the righteous brother of He Shi Zhu, with Lao Gu's understanding of He Shi Shi and his noble character, he should not worship with a despicable person." ”

Xuan Xiao snorted coldly: "Senior Brother Xuan Bei, you don't have to respect that evil sword heir in every way, why is it that even Qiao Feng, a brute who killed his father and master, is now maintained?" ”

Xuan Bei's face was indifferent: "Amitabha, Lao Wei is not defending anyone, but he just feels that there are still a lot of doubts about this matter, and he should not rush to conclusions, besides, the death of Xuanku's junior brother should have nothing to do with this Qiao Shi. ”

"Maybe that's okay!" Xuan Silent said coldly.

Xuan Ci was silent, just looking at the night sky from afar, stunned.

He was still thinking about what evil he was.

Where have you seen that man in gray?

Qiao Feng ran all the way to the foot of Shaomu Mountain, and the resentment in his heart still lingered.

This trip, he gave the gray-clothed man the blame for nothing, and he was really wronged to death, and now he had such a big misunderstanding with the Shaolin Temple, I was afraid that it would be difficult to argue, and Liang Zi was finished.

On the path outside a dense forest, he stopped, put down the person in his hand, and was about to ask, but as soon as the little monk's feet touched the ground, he immediately became paralyzed and curled up in a ball.

Qiao Feng was stunned, and hurriedly reached out to probe his snort, only to feel that his breathing was very weak, and he reached out to the little monk's chest to probe his heartbeat, only to feel that his hand was extremely soft, Qiao Feng pinched two handfuls, his eyes widened, and he hurriedly retracted his hand.

"Woman, woman?"

Qiao Feng's heart was beating hard.

It was the first time he had touched a woman.

On the other side, He Xie was holding the little monk in one hand, still doing his best to perform light skills.

Unlike Qiao Feng, he was carrying a true monk in his hand.

At this time, he had already gone out of the range of Shaomuro Mountain and headed in the direction of Taimuro Mountain on the side.

Behind him, Xiao Yuanshan chased after him without the slightest relaxation.

Out of the range of Shaolin Temple, He Xie did not hide his light skills anymore, Ling Bo Weibu plus Jin Yangong, his body was like Feihong, and his speed was extremely fast.

And Xiao Yuanshan did his best, but he also got farther and farther away from He Xie, and the more he chased after him, the more shocked he became.

On the road where the two of them must go, there is a academy called Songyang Academy.

There is a cliff behind the courtyard, there is a pine on the edge of the cliff, and there are two literati under Panasonic, who are admiring the moon in the pine.

One of them was old, with no angry expression on his face, and the other was white and beardless, with lines at the corners of his eyes, standing respectfully behind the old man.

"Mr. Yichuan," the white-faced middle-aged scribe said respectfully, "Kong Wenzhong has been dead for six years, and Su Zizhan has also been demoted to Huizhou, and the people who impeached him back then have left Tokyo one after another in these years, and the officials often say that they miss the days when they asked Mr. for advice in the Chongzheng Palace. ”