Qiao Feng's roar attracted the attention of Xuan Ci, who was rushing over.

"Qiao Feng!"

Xuan Ci hurriedly rushed towards the Jing Zen Temple.

When Qiao Feng heard Xuan Ci's voice, he immediately shouted.

"Abbot, come on, I caught two thieves pretending to be Shaolin disciples!"

Ah Zhu was a little flustered, and she hurriedly grabbed Lin Pingzhi's arm.

"Don't worry. ”

Lin Pingzhi comforted.

Now Qiao Feng is the target of everyone.

He wanted to see who Xuan Ci would believe.

"Abbot, Abbot!"

Lin Pingzhi hurriedly shouted.

Xuan Ci led a group of monks to the Jing Zen Temple.

At a glance, he saw Zhishui and the others lying on the ground.

Qiao Feng confronted the two disciples of Shaolin Temple.

"What's going on with Zhiqing Zhishan?" Xuan Ci immediately questioned Ah Zhu and Lin Pingzhi.

Qiao Feng saw that Xuan Ci actually asked them, but he didn't ask himself, he hurriedly explained.

"Abbot Xuanci, when Qiao came over, he saw that these two monks were sneaky, and they must be pretending to be Shaolin disciples!"

Xuan Ci glared at Qiao Feng angrily, he wouldn't believe Qiao Feng's words.

"Qiao Feng, what do you mean! You killed your adoptive parents, killed your master, and killed my Shaolin disciple, you still dare to appear in front of the old man!"

Qiao Feng was stunned.

I can't explain how this really makes sense!

Seeing this, Ah Zhu also understood what to do, and she immediately shouted towards Xuan Ci.

"Abbot, after Qiao Feng came, he knocked down Senior Brother Zhishui and took something from the stone lamp!" Azhu hurriedly said, "If it weren't for Zhishan coming over and delaying for a while, I'm afraid we would all die under Qiao Feng's hands." ”

Lin Pingzhi was stunned for a moment.

He didn't expect Ah Zhu to slander Qiao Feng like this.

In the original book, isn't Azhu in love with Qiao Feng?

But now Azhu took the initiative to slander.

This is something he really didn't expect.

Abbot Xuan Ci obviously believed in Ah Zhu more.

"Qiao Feng, what else do you have to say!"

Qiao Feng's face was extremely ugly.

He originally wanted to help Shaolin Temple catch the thief and return his innocence.

Unexpectedly, this thief would directly shout to catch the thief!

But this abbot Xuanci still believed their words.

Ah Zhu saw Xuan Ci and Qiao Feng facing each other, and he was very proud in his heart.

Lin Pingzhi was a little speechless, he felt that he had taken Azhu to make Qiao Feng a big pit again.

"Thief!"

Qiao Feng glared angrily at Zhi Qing, who was pretending to be Azhu.

"Roar!"

He slapped the dragon with eighteen palms directly towards Ah Zhu.

Ah Zhu was shocked and hurriedly retreated.

Lin Pingzhi stepped forward and was about to face Qiao Feng.

In order to save Ah Zhu, he couldn't care about exposing his martial arts.

But before he could make a move, Xuan Ci made the first move.

Xuan Ci's attention was all on Qiao Feng's body.

In his opinion, only Qiao Feng is a villain here!

"Poof!"

Xuan Ci collided with Qiao Feng with one palm.

The duel between the powerful King Kong palm and the eighteen dragon palms.

The collision of internal forces directly lifted the Shaolin disciples around them into the air.

Lin Pingzhi also hugged Azhu and stepped back.

This is not the way to go.

He wanted to find an opportunity to escape with Azhu.

I originally thought that Qiao Feng would not come here.

I didn't expect it to come, but it became the biggest burden.

The two of them retreated with a touch.

Qiao Feng didn't want to make a move with Xuan Ci, so he hurriedly shouted.

"Abbot, Qiao doesn't want to do anything with you!"

Xuan Ci performed a Buddha ceremony.

"Lord Qiao, hand over the marrow washing scripture, and then repent in this temple for a hundred years. ”

Qiao Feng was stunned for a moment.

"What is the Washing Pulp Sutra?" Qiao Feng asked, "I didn't take the Washing Pulp Sutra, how can I hand it over!"

Just when Qiao Feng was quibbling.

Ah Zhu hurriedly pointed at Qiao Feng and said towards Xuan Ci.

"Abbot, I saw with my own eyes that Qiao Feng took something that looked like a scripture in this stone lamp!"

She pointed to the stone lamp that originally hid the marrow washing sutra and said.

Xuan Ci followed Azhu's point, and was shocked.

Ah Zhu can accurately point out the location of the marrow washing scripture, presumably Qiao Feng must have taken the marrow washing scripture.

He slapped his palm, and the stone lamp was overturned.

The marrow washing sutra placed inside really disappeared.

Xuan Ci's face became extremely ugly.

"Qiao Feng, the Washing of the Marrow Sutra is my Shaolin treasure, if you don't hand it over, my Shaolin Temple will never die with you!" Xuan Ci said sharply.

The reason why Shaolin Temple can stand above other sects.

In addition to the seventy-two stunts, it belongs to the Yi Jin Sutra and the Pulp Washing Sutra.

Yijin Jing is in North Shaolin.

South Shaolin has a marrow washing meridian.

If the marrow washing meridian is lost.

In less than a hundred years, the marrow washing has been passed on, and Southern Shaolin will not be able to walk alone in the southern martial arts!

Qiao Feng was very angry.

"Abbot, Qiao dares to act, if you don't take it, you don't take it!"

At this moment, Zhishui touched his head and woke up first.

Lin Ping's heart was shocked.

He knew that if he woke up, Azhu's identity would be exposed.

"Let's go!"

Lin Pingzhi let out a low snort, hugged Azhu and prepared to leave.

When Qiao Feng saw that Lin Pingzhi was leaving with Azhu, he knew that these two thieves couldn't hide.

"Look, abbot, they're leaving!"

As he spoke, Qiao Feng slapped his palm directly towards Ah Zhu.

"Roar!"

Lin Pingzhi's gaze froze.

"Drink!"

He clenched his fists, and a big demon fist slammed into Qiao Feng's eighteen palms of dragon descending.

"Bang!"

Lin Pingzhi only felt a sweetness in his throat.

Put it in Qiao Feng's palm.

Powers were used.

He didn't dare to use the dragon descending twenty-eight palms.

I'm afraid that Qiao Feng will recognize him.

The Great Demon Fist is just a kind of martial art in the Nine Yin True Scripture, and it is indeed a little worse than the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending.

He's already hurt.

"Let's go!"

Lin Pingzhi roared and ran away directly with Azhu in his arms.

Xuan Ci's eyes froze.

Now, he is also sure that these two people are indeed pretending to be Shaolin disciples.

"Where to go!"

Xuan Ci snorted coldly.

The heat in his hand is the Mighty Vajra Palm!

Lin Pingzhi felt the crisis behind him.

This is towards itself!

He aroused the true qi of the Northern Darkness and wanted to resist this palm.

By the way, follow the thrust of this palm and leave the Shaolin Temple.

But just when Lin Pingzhi was about to resist this powerful Vajra palm.

But Azhu moved.

She was in Lin Pingzhi's arms, and suddenly turned around and threw herself on Lin Pingzhi's back.

"Bang!"

The powerful Vajra palm slammed into Azhu's back.

A huge thrust hits.

Lin Pingzhi hurriedly left with Azhu on his back.

He could feel the blood from the corner of Azhu's mouth already flowing on his back.

"Damn!"

Lin Pingzhi roared.

Step on the dark night and leave directly!

Qiao Feng frowned and looked at Lin Pingzhi's departing back.

He always felt that this light skill seemed to be somewhat similar to his third brother Lin Pingzhi.

But isn't he in Luoyang?

How could it be in South Shaolin?

Xuan Ci clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.

His powerful King Kong palm down, the person who was directly hit by the palm will definitely die.

"Qiao Feng. Xuan Ci looked at Qiao Feng, "Please also tie your hands and stay in the Shaolin Temple to repent for a hundred years." ”

Although Qiao Feng helped him this time, but the person Qiao Feng killed before, Xuan Ci still didn't plan to let Qiao Feng go.

Qiao Feng's face was grim, and he stared at Xuan Ci coldly.

Unexpectedly, the selection test still did not give up on him.

"Abbot Xuanci, Qiao wants to leave, who can keep me!"

Qiao Feng roared and slapped his palm towards Xuan Ci.