"There are a lot of enemies here, I'm worried that it will be difficult to protect her, so I left her at the bottom of the mountain!" Qiao Feng replied, and then asked rhetorically: "Big brother hasn't come yet!" ”

Duan Yu shook his head and said, "I haven't seen it yet, I think it's almost there!" ”

The two met Tang Xiaofeng more than a month ago, and there has been no news of Tang Xiaofeng since then, but they know that Tang Xiaofeng's martial arts are the best in the world, so they are not worried.

Qiao Feng was silent for a moment, shook his head and sighed: "It is really a blessing for Qiao to be able to worship his eldest brother, if it wasn't for the eldest brother to arrive in time, Ah Zhu would probably be killed by Qiao Feng's wrong hand, and now he is still afraid when he thinks about it." ”

"That's it! Forget about the past, anyway, my sister is fine now, let's think about it, how to deal with the martial arts heroes! Duan Yu comforted. He and Qiao Feng could meet not only to say hello.

Since Qiao Feng appeared, heroes from all walks of life near the Shaolin Temple have long been gearing up.

Now that Qiao Feng's identity as a Khitan has been confirmed, according to the years of hatred between the two countries, whoever defeats Qiao Feng will definitely gain fame and fortune.

"Haha!" Qiao Feng turned over and dismounted, laughed loudly, and said loudly in the face of the many masters who were slowly approaching: "Qiao's head is here, and the one who has the ability can be removed." ”

Qiao Feng and Duan Yu stood side by side, the momentum of the two climbed, facing many masters of the rivers and lakes, there was no fear on their faces, but they looked eager to try.

The two were guided and inspired by Tang Xiaofeng, Qiao Feng's martial arts went further, and Duan Yu also went from his initial dislike of practicing martial arts to his later addiction.

On the other side of the hill, a group of people looked down, led by three people, a man and two women.

The man was dressed in a Taoist robe, his face was full of red, his long hair was fluttering, and his face showed a smile from time to time. Beside him, two fair women were separated from each other.

A little farther behind the three of them, more than a dozen people looked at the backs of the three with respectful expressions, including men and women, Su Xinghe and Xu Muhua were impressively listed.

"Senior brother, hasn't the little junior brother come yet? Are the Shaolin monks you are talking about really that powerful? I'd like to see it when I have a chance. ”

"Senior sister, don't make trouble, that monk is indeed very strong, four months ago, I fought with him, and I was almost powerless to fight back."

"Senior Sister doesn't believe Senior Brother's words? Or do you think that your solitist skills are far superior to your senior brother's Northern Spiritual Skills? ”

The man in the Taoist robe raised his eyebrows lightly, and said in a deep voice: "Can you two be quiet for a while, aren't you annoyed that you are arguing all day long?" ”

All three fell silent at the same time. Su Xinghe had a dull atmosphere, and took a step forward and said, "Master, the two people below are both sworn brothers of Uncle Xiao, should we go down to help?" ”

"There's no need, I believe that Senior Brother Tang has already come, but I don't know what he's waiting for? If the situation is critical, presumably he will take action! ”

During the conversation between Wu Yazi and the others, the form below changed rapidly. Murong Fu came to the field, he was bent on recovering the country, and understood the benefits of defeating Qiao Feng at this time, so he couldn't help but challenge, however, Duan Yu didn't want Qiao Feng to consume too early because of the many enemies, so he rushed to enter the venue.

It didn't take long for Murong Fu to retreat under Duan Yu's staggered sword qi, knowing that Duan Yu had made a success, he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the great cause of recovering the country would be defeated this time, and he was afraid that it would never be indefinite, and his mind was blinded for a while, and he snatched different accessories from the bag, and he didn't want to wipe it off his neck.

Seeing the crisis, a gray-clothed and masked monk arrived, and shot the long sword with a hidden weapon more than ten zhang away, followed by another question, and finally woke up Murong Fu.

Just as the gray-clothed monk wanted to fight Qiao Feng, Leng Bu was caught up in the same black-clothed monk who jumped into the door.

"Murong old thief, suffer death!" The black-clothed monk's eyes were like bursting fire, and he shouted angrily without speaking, and attacked the gray-clothed old monk before him with all his might.

An angry shout made everyone present feel inexplicable.

This black-clothed old monk is Qiao Feng's biological father Xiao Yuanshan, he was persuaded to retire by Tang Xiaofeng that day, and he was bent on finding the person who instigated him at the beginning, and began to pay attention to all kinds of clues, and he accidentally found that the gray-clothed monk killed Master Xuanku in Shaolin Temple, so he became suspicious.

The two fought this time, and it was very different from when Duan Yu and Murong Fu fought each other, Xiao Yuanshan remembered that his wife and children were separated, and he could not be reunited for thirty years, and the hatred in his heart could not be quelled.

When Murong Fu heard the black-clothed monk calling the gray-clothed monk an old thief Murong Lao, his heart was shocked, and after a moment of recognition, the figure of the gray-clothed monk unconsciously coincided with his father's figure.

With this discovery, Murong Fu lifted his spirits, and immediately jumped out and prepared to join forces with the gray-clothed monk to attack the black-clothed monk.

Maybe it was in the nature of father and son, or maybe Qiao Feng was not ashamed of Murong Fu as a person, and when Murong Fu pounced, his body was horizontal, and a dragon battle was swung out in the wild, blocking Murong Fu's way.

Boom –

The two monks exchanged all their might, and their bodies retreated, and at the same time, they ripped off the black scarf from their faces.

Xiao Yuanshan looked at Qiao Feng, was deeply pleased, and shouted: "Okay! Today, let my Xiao father and son, kill your Murong father and son, and avenge my deceased wife. ”

Qiao Feng was fighting with Murong Fu, and suddenly heard the cheers, and his heart was shocked, he knew his real surname from the cliff outside Yanmen Pass, but his adoptive parents were still there, he did not change his name to Xiao Feng like in the original book, and still took Qiao as his surname.

Forcing Murong Fu back with one palm, Qiao Feng looked at the black-clothed monk, but at a glance, there was no doubt in his heart, the appearance of the black-clothed monk was almost the same as him, except for the fact that he was much older, if it were not for father and son, how could there be such a similar person in the world.

After a while, the four of them fought again, father to father, son to son, the flying sand on the hill in front of the Shaolin Temple, the slightly weaker skills could not withstand the strength of the two sides of the battle, and had to retreat silently, handing over the entire field to these two pairs of father and son.

Shaolin abbot Xuan Ci led the monks to stand in front of the mountain gate, when Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo pulled off their scarves, their expressions changed greatly, he wanted to stop the two from fighting, but it was impossible to do it with his strength.

Knock - Knock - Knock -

A strange sound came, like the bell of Shaolin Temple, and everyone outside Shaolin Temple was unconsciously attracted by this sound, and even the injured movements of the Xiao father and son and Murong father and son in the fight slowed down.

An old monk with white hair and strong spirits slowly walked out of Shaolin, and a broom in his hand kept tapping the ground, like the sound of a bell, knock, which was the sound of a broom when it touched the ground.

All the martial artists outside the entire Shaolin Temple, regardless of the level of martial arts, were all calm at this moment, looking at the old monk as if they were pilgrimage.

On the top of the mountain where Wuyazi was located, Tianshan Tong and Li Qiushui changed color in shock.

Li Qiushui couldn't help but exclaim: "Is this still martial arts?" Is it possible for a junior brother to challenge such a person to win? ”

The old monk came between the two pairs of father and son, and killed Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan with both palms, and after persuading the world to put aside the Zen principle of hatred, he rescued the two of them.

After some changes, thousands of masters in front of the temple were dumbfounded, and the prestige of Shaolin was unique for a while.

After the resurrection, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo experienced life and death, and they really realized that there seemed to be no concern about the things in the world, the two looked at each other and smiled, and when they were about to worship the old monk as a teacher, a sword roar suddenly sounded between heaven and earth.

From beginning to end, his face was expressionless, and the expression of the old monk who had no waves in the ancient well changed dramatically in an instant, and his eyes looked into the distance beyond everyone, where a figure stepped into the air.

Everyone followed the old monk's gaze, and the expression on their faces became sluggish at the same time, this is the real step into the air, whenever the figure falls, the void is lightly tapped, and a circle of tangible qi bursts open, and the figure is swaying upward.

In just a moment, a young man in a white robe fell from the sky and landed not far in front of the old monk.