The figures of Qiao Feng, Murong Fu and others were revealed.

Murong Fu and the others were fine, except for some dust on their bodies, they were not injured.

The same was true for Qiao Feng, a tall and stout figure standing in place.

The three of Xuan Ci are different.

A group of Shaolin disciples supported Xuanci and the three of them, staggering and standing.

After Ye Ling'er saw Qiao Feng, she broke free from Huang Yaoshi and Li Qiushui's hands and ran towards Qiao Feng.

Li Qiushui and Huang Yaoshi did not stop Ye Ling'er this time.

I wasn't sure about the situation inside, so I didn't let Ye Ling'er go over.

It's okay now, and it's okay to let Ye Ling'er go.

"Uncle Joe!"

Ye Ling'er came to Qiao Feng and poked Qiao Feng with a dog-beating stick.

"Uncle Joe, are you feeling unwell?"

"Uncle Joe, are you going to die?"

"Uncle Joe, you ......"

Ye Ling'er asked a series of questions, and the tone was as if she was afraid that Qiao Feng would die now.

Qiao Feng helplessly hugged Ye Ling'er.

"Look, Uncle Qiao can still pick up Ling'er, do you think Uncle Qiao is okay?"

Ye Ling'er tilted her head to look at Qiao Feng, and then said with a smile:

"It's fine!"

"Well, Uncle Joe will be fine! Rest assured! ”

Qiao Feng said with a smile.

"Uh-huh!"

Ye Ling'er nodded, and was about to get off Qiao Feng's body, when she suddenly felt something in Qiao Feng's chest panic.

"Uncle Joe, what do you have in your arms?"

Ye Ling'er touched the thing that was holding her and asked curiously.

The round bulge was the size of Ye Ling'er's fist.

"In your arms?"

Qiao Feng reached into his clothes and took out the things.

"It's a grenade!"

Ye Ling'er saw the grenade that Qiao Feng took out, and excitedly snatched it from Qiao Feng's hand.

"Uncle Joe! Uncle Joe! I didn't expect you to have this! ”

Qiao Feng smiled awkwardly.

If it weren't for Ye Ling'er reminding him, Qiao Feng would have almost forgotten that he still had this.

When I left Brother Xian's place before, Brother Xian gave it to me.

It's just that I haven't found a chance to use it, so I forgot about this.

Yue Laosan over there saw Ye Ling'er holding a grenade, and terrifying memories appeared in his mind again.

Just when Ye Ling'er was excited, a Shaolin disciple shouted:

"Abbot Xuanci, Uncle Xuan, Uncle Xuanci have all passed away!"

"What!"

"Abbot!"

"Uncle Xuanjiao!"

"Uncle Xuanlone!"

A group of Shaolin disciples knelt on the ground and cried.

The people around the scene were even more surprised.

"Qiao Feng killed Abbot Xuanci!"

"Qiao Feng, how dare he!"

"Oh my god! Qiao Feng ......"

"The people who have seen Shaolin Temple for a long time are not pleasing to the eye, and I can only say that Qiao Feng did a good job!"

"That's right! The people of Shaolin Temple have been in Shaolin Temple for so many years, and a disciple of Shaolin Temple who has not cultivated has been looking at people with nostrils, and he has long been unhappy with them! ”

Murong Fu looked at the scene in front of him, and there was confusion in his eyes.

What should I do in this situation?

Continue to compete and choose the leader of the martial arts alliance?

No! Wrong!

Murong Fu suddenly looked at Qiao Feng and had a plan in his heart.

Qiao Feng killed Abbot Xuanci and others, which can be said to be a completely offended Shaolin.

There were also many people in the rivers and lakes present who already minded that Qiao Feng was a Khitan, and now they had killed the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Xuanci, I am afraid that they would mind even more.

As long as he stands up now, calls on the heroes of the world, and kills Qiao Feng, he will be able to win people's hearts.

When the time comes, will it be difficult to revive Dayan?

Murong Fu thought of this and walked out of it.

Although his face was covered with stains and the clothes on his body were tattered, Murong Fu didn't care at all.

"Qiao Feng! You are a Khitan hero, but you treat me as a hero of the Central Plains. ”

"You killed the abbot of Shaolin Xuanci and Xuan Nan, Xuan Lone, two Shaolin monks!"

"Today, I, Murong Fu, want to help the heroes of the Central Plains for Shaolin and the heroes present!"

Murong Fu looked at Qiao Feng and said loudly.

After speaking, he looked at the heroes present and asked:

"Dare to ask, among the heroes and heroes of the world present, who is willing to kill Qiao Feng with me Murong Fu?!"

As soon as the words fell, many people present responded with their mouths.

"I support it!"

"Count me in!"

"Kill Qiao Feng!"

"Kill Qiao Feng!"

"Kill!"

One by one, people stepped forward.

The disciples of Shaolin Temple also raised their sticks and stood on Murong Fu's side.

When the abbot of Xuanci died, they lost their backbone.

Just like in the battle of the same army, the general died, and the morale of the soldiers was gone.

Murong Fu stood up, which can be regarded as increasing the morale of many people present.

Six doors, the people of the imperial court of the Dragon Guardian Villa, one by one, crossed their arms, looking at Murong Fu and Qiao Feng as if they were watching a play.

Originally, I was just watching an election for the leader of the martial arts alliance, and by the way, I took this opportunity to see if I could recruit some people from the rivers and lakes.

I never thought that the election of the leader of the martial arts alliance would change.

……

Looking at Murong Fu unhappily, he said:

"If I'm not mistaken, this Murong Fu seems to be a foreigner, right?"

Cold-Blooded:

"Well, it is recorded in the Six Doors dossier that the ancestor of the Jianghu Gusu Murong family of the Northern Song Dynasty was the Xianbei Murong clan of the Yan State during the Sixteen Kingdoms period."

"The Murong family is famous for returning the way of the other and the Kyushu Continent."

Chasing Fate shrugged his shoulders and said:

"So, it's also a foreigner, I really don't know why Murong Fu doesn't look down on Qiao Feng."

Cold-blooded looked at the chase with idiotic eyes.

"Hey, cold-blooded, what kind of eyes are you? Am I not right? ”

Cold-blooded said lightly:

"I just said that Murong Fu's ancestor is the Xianbei Murong clan of the Yan Kingdom of the Sixteen Kingdoms."

"After all, Murong Fu can be regarded as a former descendant of the royal family."

"So ......"

Cold-blooded didn't finish speaking, and chased life to understand the meaning of cold-blooded.

The royal family has its own pride.

Feeling superior and different from others.

In this way, Murong Fu looked down on Qiao Feng, and he could understand it.

Ruthless interjected at this time:

"Xuan Ci is not dead."

Chase: "??? ”

Cold-blooded: "??? ”

Iron Hand: "??? ”

Chasing Fate asked in a low voice:

"Ruthless, you just said that Xuan Ci didn't die?"

Relentlessly nodded.

Chasing Ming looked at Xuan Ci, who was helped back to the temple by the Shaolin disciples, and frowned a little.

Dragon Guardian Villa there.

Shangguan Haitang also made a mistake about right and wrong, and returned to the sea with a knife, Duan Tianya said the same thing as ruthless.

"Xuan Ci is not dead? Then he ......"

Cheng Shifei pointed to Xuan Ci who was helped back to the temple.

……

Murong Fu saw many people standing beside him, and he was very proud in his heart.

It seems that he was able to attract a lot of hearts this time.

If Qiao Feng is eliminated later, his reputation may be even greater.

Even these people will support themselves as the leaders of the martial arts alliance.

Qiao Feng glanced at Murong Fu and smiled on his face.

Then, he looked at the group of Shaolin Temple disciples and other Jianghu people behind Murong Fu.

"Do you know why I killed Abbot Xuanci?"

"Could it be that in your hearts, just because Qiao Feng is a foreigner and a Khitan, should everyone be punished!"

Qiao Feng asked loudly.

A Jianghu man replied:

"Qiao Feng, do you still want to quibble after the matter has been over!"

As soon as he finished speaking, another person said:

"What nonsense are you talking about with him, let's go together, is it possible that we can't kill Qiao Feng?"

Another person replied:

"That's it! Kill Qiao Feng! ”

Ye Ling'er stood in front of Qiao Feng with a grenade in one hand and a dark iron heavy sword in the other, and said:

"Don't kill my Uncle Joe!"

"You're all badass!"

Murong Fu saw Ye Ling'er stand up and sneered:

"Little girl, I haven't settled the previous account with you, I will definitely kill you this time!"

Ye Ling'er was puzzled:

"What account? I didn't rob your wife, obviously you wanted to steal Ling'er's things. ”

"I stole from you? What did I steal from you? At a young age, don't be full of lies! ”

"You steal ...... Stealing ......"

Ye Ling'er wanted to refute Murong Fu, but when the words came to her lips, she didn't know how to refute them.

He was beaten away by himself at the time, and he didn't steal anything, is this his own thing?

Murong Fu saw that Ye Ling'er couldn't speak, and he was even more proud.

A child is a child, and a few words can block her mouth.

"Little girl, I can't talk about it!"

"Since you like to lie, then I will teach you a good lesson for your family!"

After saying that, the fingers of Murong Fu's hands changed, and then the index finger of his right hand pointed at Ye Ling'er.

Murong Fu no longer had a long sword in his hand, so he used his Gusu Murong family's ginseng finger.

Shenhe refers to the family martial arts of the Murong family.

Murong Fu rarely used it in normal times, and most of the time, he used the martial arts of other sects.

The Murong family is famous for "giving back to others in their way", and Murong Fu naturally will not disgrace this reputation.

Therefore, he rarely uses his Murong family's martial arts.

Hong Qigong, Huang Yaoshi, Li Qiushui and the others didn't have any worries on their faces when they saw Murong Fu using his joint finger to deal with Ye Ling'er.

With a Murong Fu, if you want to deal with Ling'er, it's still a little bit bad.

Ye Ling'er was not afraid, and the Xuantie heavy sword in his hand was horizontal in front of him.

"Qiang—"

The finger collided with the Darkiron Heavy Sword, emitting a humming sound.

Ye Ling'er shook the Xuantie heavy sword in her hand, and said to Murong Fu with a smile:

"You're a little bit wrong with your fingering!"

Murong Fu squinted his eyes, a little shocked in his heart.

I didn't expect this little girl to easily follow her own participation and fingers.

"This little girl can easily take her own fingers, presumably because of the treasures on her body."

"The sword she currently has in her hand is not the previous short sword, but a new one."

"I really don't know where this girl got so many treasures, it seems that I will wait to find a way to get it later!"

Murong Fu looked at Ye Ling'er and thought to himself.

After the thoughts in his heart went through his mind, Murong Fu spoke:

"Qiao Feng, you are also an iron-clad man, Mo Fei wants to hide behind a little girl?"

Qiao Feng was just about to speak, but Ye Ling'er said first:

"Murong Fu, you are also an iron-clad man, if you can't beat me, you want to bully me Uncle Qiao?"

(End of chapter)