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Three days later, Qin Changfeng walked out of Shaolin in white.

At this time, it was the spring flowers, and there was no one to see them off, only one disciple of three generations carried a bag with him.

And this disciple is named Xuzhu.

Leaving Shaolin, Qin Changfeng had a feeling of leaping with a wide sea, a group of uncles and uncles whose children were higher than him, coupled with the unfathomable sweeping monks, made him really feel a little uncomfortable.

The Northern Song Dynasty was still a relatively wealthy dynasty, although it was not good to fight, but the economy was still doing well, don't they all say so in the history books?

Theoretically, the living standards of the people of such a dynasty should be relatively good, but this is not the case, there are many mountain bandits and robbers along the way!

But whoever can live, who wants to go up to the mountains and become bandits?

If it is really to live and work in peace and contentment, why is the power of the beggar gang so great?

Therefore, it is only the dignitaries and the court who are rich.

Of course, these were not related to Qin Changfeng's eggs, but from time to time bandits would appear in the middle of the road and shout "I opened this road, and I ......planted this tree", but he was annoyed.

Now that he doesn't have a title mission, he has little interest in killing bandits.

According to the news I heard from the beggar gang disciples, the Qiao gang leader is now in the northwest frontier, leading the beggar gang disciples to help the border army resist the invasion of Western Xia.

Yes, the beggar gang has been secretly helping the Great Song Dynasty to resist foreign enemies and protect the country and protect the people, but in order not to attract the attention of the enemy, so that they go all out to attack the beggar gang, so whether they succeed or fail, all kinds of actions are done and never leaked, and not many people know about it outside, even if the beggar gang is inside, it is strictly ordered to keep secrets.

Qin Changfeng was originally going to Xixia to find Li Qiushui, but this was a stop.

It's just that Shaomu Mountain is located in Henan Mansion on the North Song Dynasty Jingbei Road, and if you want to go to the Western Xia Kingdom, you must first go west to Shaanzhou, Jiezhou, and Hezhong Mansion on the Yongxing Military Road, turn to the northwest, go to Fangzhou, Juzhou, Ganquan and Yan'an Mansion, and then go through the security army to reach Hongzhou in Western Xia.

This is only entering the realm of the Western Xia, if you want to see the concubine of the Western Xia Emperor who likes beautiful young men, you have to continue to the northwest, along the border to Yanzhou, Xiping Fuxingzhou, Huaizhou, until you reach Xingqing Mansion, where the Xixia Palace is located.

All in all, it's far.

And tired!

Entering the northwest boundary, along the way gradually becomes a mountain grassland, when the weather is dry, the yellow sand blows on the face, and the wind blows like a knife.

At this time, Qin Changfeng found a team of darts and walked along the way.

This dart game is called Weiyuan Dart Bureau, and the chief dart head Lin Leopard is a lay disciple of Shaolin, and he is naturally full of welcome to Qin Changfeng, the peer of the second generation of Shaolin disciples, because the closer to the border, the greater the possibility of encountering danger, and how can the two Shaolin disciples also be two good combat power.

"Uncle Xiao, when can we meet Gang Leader Qiao?" On a carriage carrying grain and grass, Xuzhu, who looked tired, looked at Qin Changfeng, who was sitting cross-legged on the side, and asked with a distressed expression.

At this time, he was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was really ugly in appearance, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, upturned nostrils, ears and thick lips.

With such a ghostly appearance, Qin Changfeng, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, had to sigh that God treated him too thinly when he saw him for the first time.

The reason why Qin Changfeng chose him among the hundreds of third-generation disciples in Shaolin was naturally to complete the main task two, but the time of more than a month had proved that his plan had completely failed.

Because it is really an impossible task to let this upright little monk be friends with his uncle.

This question just now was the fifth time that Qin Changfeng had heard it this day, and he replied angrily: "It doesn't matter when he can see him, in short, isn't it much better to travel with me than if you pick dung and grow vegetables in the temple?" ”

"That's what the disciple meant", Xu Zhu only thought he was really angry, and hurriedly got up and accused: "Disciple, disciple ......"

He was not good at words, and he couldn't say why he didn't come up with a reason for a long time.

In fact, he has been wondering, there are so many disciples of the imaginary generation in the temple, why did this little uncle choose himself who has nothing to offer?

I don't want to be in front of me for some reason, suddenly there was a loud "bang", the horse pulling the cart was frightened, shook off his hooves and galloped forward, and even the carriage behind him was violently bumped, and the bamboo was unstable on his feet, and he fell backwards with an "ah" sound, and if he fell off the carriage and was stepped on by the horse behind, he would be seriously injured if he did not die.

At this moment, a large hand reached out in front of him, and he naturally grabbed it, and then there was a strong force, which pulled him back to the carriage and stood firmly.

"Thank you Uncle for the rescue!" The frightened Xuzhu saluted and thanked him for the first time.

Qin Changfeng withdrew his palm and snorted, but his eyes looked ahead.

In the sound of the ping-pong fight, Lin Bao had already led the dart master to fight with the enemy, and the battle situation was very worrying.

Most of the opponents were wearing the iron armor of the Western Xia Army, and all of them were extraordinary, obviously not an ordinary army, although the number was only more than 20 people, but the dart masters were suppressed to the death, and in just a moment, seven or eight people died in the dart game, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Qin Changfeng flicked his fingers, and a flying arrow shot out, piercing the eyebrows of a Western Xia warrior a hundred meters away, and the arrow light did not stop, directly from the back of the person's head, and shot another warrior in the chest, with a bang, it exploded on the spot to a bloody blur, lying on the ground and losing his breath.

"Monk Wuna, which sect of disciples dares to me, the affairs of my Xixia Yipintang?"

"Yipintang?"

Qin Changfeng showed a deep groan, looked at the person who spoke up, and saw that this person was burly and had a huge nose, and he looked like he was the leader of these people.

Immediately, the toes were on the grain and grass under his feet, and the person had already jumped out of the air, rushing towards the big man, and whether he met the Western Xia warrior on the way, he was all killed on the spot with a palm.

The Western Xia warriors were not without a counterattack, but they couldn't get close to within two zhang at all, and they watched the monk crash sideways, and no one could stop him.

In a hundred steps, ten people were killed in a row, and their clothes were not stained with blood, just like killing gods in white!

When the big-nosed officer saw this, his eyes were terrified, and he screamed bitterly in his heart: I knew that this monk was so powerful, why should I provoke him! Now you can't escape, it's better to ......

Bang!

This Yipintang master bent his knees, knelt down directly and shouted in unfamiliar Chinese: "Master spare my life, I surrender!" ”

"Huh?"

Qin Changfeng thought that he would sacrifice his life like other Western Xia warriors, but he didn't expect it to be such a soft egg.

"Kill my compatriots, thinking that surrender will save you from death? How can there be such a good thing! ”

At this moment, a dense sound of footsteps came from the front, and at the same time, someone shouted angrily, and then I saw a group of people called Hanako rushing towards under the leadership of a big man.

"Joe's helper?" Qin Changfeng took two steps forward and smiled slightly.

The big man was burly, twenty-six or seventeen years old, wearing a gray old cloth robe, slightly tattered, thick eyebrows and big eyes, high nose and wide mouth, and a square Chinese face.

At such an age in the beggar gang, there is no other choice for someone who can have such a majesty except Qiao Feng.

Just as Qin Changfeng was looking, the big man who was very likely to be Qiao Feng suddenly stared at him after walking in front of him, and then raised his hand and Huo Ran slapped it with a palm that was nearly a zhang away.

When the palm wind whistled, I vaguely heard the sound of a dragon's groan, which was the dragon descending palm method!

As mentioned earlier, although these melee palm techniques are exquisite, the palm power is extremely difficult to leave the body, and the more powerful the distance, the weaker it is, but this palm is really vigorous, and the palm wind blows like a knife, extremely fierce, which shows that the Qiao gang leader's skill at this time is already very deep.

Qin Changfeng stood still in place, his left hand together, his five fingers were grasped, and he clenched it into an empty fist, which was also split out with one palm.

"Bang!"

"Dang!"

Two strange noises sounded almost at the same time, and dozens of people around looked at the white-robed monk in unison, their eyes full of admiration in addition to surprise.

It turned out that not only was the palm in front of him blocked by him, but the sneak attacks of the Xixia people behind him were completely futile!

The big man was split back two steps by Qin Changfeng's palm, and he was also slightly stunned, and then laughed and said: "What a deep palm power, a good King Kong is not bad, I can't imagine that the Shaolin stunt that has not been seen in a hundred years has reappeared in the rivers and lakes, Qiao Feng can see it today, I am really fortunate to have three lives, I don't know which Shaolin monk is in person?" ”

"The senior monk does not dare to be, the poor monk Shaolin is wise and foolish, and the teacher is called Xuanku." Qin Changfeng smiled indifferently, and at the same time stretched out his hand to carry out the Western Xia officer who had failed to sneak attack and was stunned like a chicken from behind him.

Just now, Gang Leader Qiao suddenly made a move when he saw him secretly pulling out a dagger and wanting to sneak attack Qin Changfeng.

It's just that he was deliberately blocked by Qin Changfeng, and he had already taken the Holy Spirit Pill on the way, and the real cultivation of the Vajra Immortal Divine Skill had been raised to the late fifth layer, and the cultivation of this world had reached the late eighth layer, how could he be afraid of a sneak attack by an ordinary warrior?

What's more, it's useless for him to keep this person, so he didn't let Qiao Feng kill him.

At the same time, Qiao Feng, who listened to Qin Changfeng's answer, was surprised and delighted, and said: "It turned out to be a senior disciple of Master Xuanku, no wonder he can have such strong skills, and his Shaolin stunt is worthy of its reputation." ”

He has been taught by Xuanku for ten years, and his feelings are very thick, and when he heard that Qin Changfeng was a disciple of Xuanku, it was like seeing a brother, where there is a reason to be unhappy, there is no obstacle when it comes to compliments, anyway, he is boasting about his family, what is there to be embarrassed about.

"Where, speaking of which, the poor monk should still call him a senior brother." Qin Changfeng began to pull up the relationship silently.

At this time, the beggar gang disciples who had already solved the rest of the samurai leaned over, and one of the old beggars with nine cloth bags on his body smiled and said: "Gang master, master, we can get the news and rush here, the reinforcements of Western Xia may also be on the way, so it is not appropriate to stay here for a long time, it is not too late to catch up after rushing back to the military village." ”

Qin Changfeng had nothing to do, carrying the Yipintang officer who had been stunned by his palm, and walked side by side with Qiao Feng, his footsteps were like flying, carrying a big man of one or two hundred catties, it was as light as nothing.

The disciples of the Beggar Gang were all secretly amazed when they saw this, thinking that their own help had been repelled by this frightening young monk with a palm of two steps, and the Elder Song couldn't help but step forward and ask: "Dare to ask the master which Shaolin stunt the palm technique he used before, and it is really extraordinary to be able to fight against the dragon descending palm technique that he helped." ”

Qin Changfeng knew that they were a little unconvinced, so he explained directly: "It is the palm of Sumeru Mountain, once this palm method is practiced, it can be as far as you want, and the palm power will not be weakened by the distance, so just now it was actually a trick taken by the poor monk, if the senior brother is close to three feet and then makes a palm, the result is difficult to say." ”

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