It's just coarse tea and light rice, but Xiao Feng eats extremely happily, and the tiredness caused by his days of running around has been swept away.

Looking at this kind of happy and warm scene, Hong Jin was also quite happy for Xiao Feng in his heart.

When he got here, Xiao Feng was no longer the Qiao gang leader who ruled the world, nor was he a murderous Khitan dog, he was no longer a Jianghu person, he was just the son of Qiao Sanhuai and his wife.

"The grass in the vegetable field in the back mountain has grown crazy, and if you don't hoe again, I'm afraid that this season's harvest will not be good. Qiao Sanhuai said happily, he walked to the corner, picked up the hoe, and wanted to go to the back mountain to hoe the grass.

Even though it was clear outside, Hong Jin and Xiao Feng seemed to smell blood, and they were willing to let Qiao Sanhuai go alone to take risks.

"Dad, Feng'er has recently provoked some powerful enemies, you can't go to Houshan. Quickly pack up, and we immediately rushed to the Shaolin Temple. Xiao Feng said anxiously.

The homeland is difficult to move, Qiao Sanhuai and his wife are used to living here, and they really don't want to take shelter in the Shaolin Temple, but when they saw Xiao Feng's anxious appearance, they had to nod and agree.

"Hehe, do you want to go, can you go?" With a cold drink, two figures appeared in the courtyard.

Hong Jin could understand that this was Murong Bo's voice, and the other bald monk beside him was Gu Mozhi.

Xiao Feng said angrily: "You two wicked people, the ghost is not gone, what do you want to do?"

Murong Bo sneered: "You Khitan dog thief, everyone will be punished, take your life." ”

As he spoke, Murong Bo leaned forward, his fingers were dotted, and he sneered, which was the Gusu Murong family's talking and changing fingers.

The finger is a magical martial art, although it can make it silent, but the finger is strong, and it is also amazingly powerful.

Murong Bo knew that Xiao Feng's skills were strong, and with the tricks of secret calculation, he was afraid that it would not have any effect, so he had to take a strong attack, and one after another fingers were like strong bows and crossbows.

Xiao Feng met a strong enemy at once, waved his big hand, drew a semicircle, and struck out with great strength, which was a powerful move in the eighteen palms of the dragon descending. ”

Murong Bo didn't dare to take it hard, so he quickly jumped his body, dodged it, and launched an attack from the side.

Gu Mozhi did not step forward to attack, but flew towards Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, which was the main target of their attack.

In order to muddy the Tan water of the Central Plains Martial Arts, Murong Bo and Gu Mozhi took great pains and decided to make a big fuss by taking advantage of Xiao Feng's Khitan identity.

Otherwise, with their kung fu status, they naturally can't make it difficult to be embarrassed by Qiao Sanhuai and his wife.

Hong Jin knew that the critical moment had arrived, and he couldn't help but roar, blocking in front of Gu Mozhi, and the shot was the six-vein divine sword urged by Jiuyang Divine Skill, and the invisible sword qi continued to shoot towards Gu Mozhi's body.

Gu Mozhi can be said to love and fear the six-vein divine sword, he is afraid of a mistake, but he is conspired against, and he does not dare to be careless at the moment, so he can only deal with Hong Jin first.

Qiao Sanhuai and his wife are ordinary countrymen, they have seen such a fierce attack there, only to see the figures of the four people in the small courtyard flickering and moving, as long as there is a slight difference, it is a situation of death, and they can't help but be frightened.

Bang Bang Bang!

The continuous leakage of strength made the whole courtyard a mess, and the trees and dirt fell one after another, which made people tremble.

"Dad, mother, get out of here. Xiao Feng shouted loudly, all of them are masters here, and the invisible sword qi is back and forth, lest Qiao Sanhuai and his wife will be injured by mistake.

Murong Bo saw that Xiao Feng was distracted, but his hands were not slow at all, and he was even more jealous in his heart.

Qiao Sanhuai and his wife were concerned about Xiao Feng's safety, but they just refused to leave, and there was an anxious look in their eyes.

"Who the hell are you, are you the monks of Shaolin Temple?" Seeing Murong Bo and Gu Mozhi, with endless Shaolin kung fu in their hands, Xiao Feng couldn't help but ask loudly.

Murong Bo's heart moved, and he shouted loudly: "Today, I will teach you to see and understand, the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin are powerful." ”

Originally, Murong Bo used it, as well as the skills of the Gusu Murong family, but now he only uses Shaolin techniques, only to see the Great Wei Tuo Pestle, Xuankong Palm, and Jiedi Gong used in a row, and each technique has obtained the essence of Shaolin.

Gu Mozhi uses his small and unphased skills to urge the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin, which is even more troublesome, and the power is extraordinary.

Xiao Feng was even more angry in his heart, and now he decided that the murderer was a monk of Shaolin Temple, otherwise, he would never be so proficient in Shaolin Temple's stunts.

The skill can reach such a point, designated as a senior monk in the Shaolin Temple, maybe it is still a senior monk in the Dharma Hall.

can let these senior monks deal with Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, it can only be because of one reason, that is, Xiao Feng's Khitan identity.

"I can't imagine that Shaolin Temple is a famous family in vain, and the senior monks in the temple will deal with unarmed old people, which is really shameful. Xiao Feng shouted loudly, his demeanor becoming more and more powerful.

Murong Bo had decades of deep internal strength, but he couldn't win against Xiao Feng, so he couldn't help but be angry, and hurriedly came out with a big smasher.

Call!

Murong Bo bullied Xiao Feng's body, and he was about to take advantage of the situation to throw him out, first fall into the flesh and eight vegetables.

Xiao Feng's body was like being smeared with oil, and he escaped from Murong Bo's palm like a loach, and he jumped into the air, striking from a high position, and the power was extremely great, it was a move "Flying Dragon in the Sky." ”

This style was so sudden that Murong Bo didn't have time to dodge at all, so he was forced to fight back.

Xiao Feng expected that even if this palm could not kill Murong Bo, at least it would be able to seriously injure him, and he couldn't help but smile on his face.

In the middle of the crisis, Murong Bo used his life-saving skills, and he struck out with one palm, which actually made Xiao Feng's flying dragon stagnate in the palm of the sky.

The change that followed made Xiao Feng feel incredible, and the strength in his palm actually turned around all of a sudden, blasting towards the courtyard wall, and discounting the big jujube tree.

Bang!

Half of the jujube tree fell, smashing the entire yard, and dust was flying everywhere.

"Good...... A good trick to use the power of the ability. Xiao Feng's eyes were about to erupt with fire.

This small courtyard, the big jujube tree in front of this gate, connected with his countless childhood memories, but he didn't expect that they were all ruined by Murong Bo and Gu Mozhi.

"It's not so much about borrowing strength, it's about turning the stars. Hong Jin said coldly.

After a long fight, Hong Jin could not use the six-vein divine sword for a long time, and could only use the sword qi of one vein alone.

When Hong Jin used the six-vein divine sword, judging from the scene, he still had the upper hand, but when he used the one-vein divine sword alone, he was immediately reversed by Gu Mozhi.

Gu Mozhi has always been conceited, and in front of Murong Bo, he couldn't take down Hong Jin for a long time, and he was also very depressed in his heart.

Listening to Hong Jin's words, Murong Bo's body couldn't help but tremble, he cheated to death and hid in Shaolin Temple for thirty years, just because he didn't want to be recognized.

But now his most proud skill was broken by Hong Jin's words, how could he not be surprised in his heart.

Xiao Feng attacked desperately, gradually gaining the upper hand, his heart couldn't help but gradually settle down, and the eighteen palms of the dragon descending slowly exerted their might.

Call!

When the fight reached the end, Xiao Feng pushed his hands flat steeply, and the two strengths, like a long dragon going out to sea, attacked Murong Bo left and right, and it was one of the powerful moves that "shocked a hundred miles".

Murong Bo didn't dare to take it hard, and his body retreated backwards like a bird, landing on the trunk of the broken jujube tree.

From the perspective of the competition, Murong Bo had already lost a move, but it was not easy for Xiao Feng to injure him.

Xiao Feng took the time to glance at Hong Jin, and saw that although he was downwind, Gu Mozhi couldn't hurt him for a while, and he couldn't help but feel secretly relieved.

"Good kung fu!"

Suddenly, an old voice sounded, full of momentum and internal force.

Xiao Feng glanced at where the voice came from, and couldn't help but secretly complain, but saw that Qiao Sanhuai and his wife were both held up by a black-clothed monk.

"Stop, whatever conditions you want, I'm willing to promise you. Qiao Feng yelled.

Hong Jin could hear the panic in Qiao Feng's voice, which was panic and nervousness that he had never felt before.

In the past 30 years, Qiao Feng has never forgotten the grace of parenting, and he has always felt guilty because he has been running around the rivers and lakes all day long and neglecting to visit his parents.

Now that his parents are being caught in his hands and his life is in danger, how can he not be terrified in his heart.

"Hehe, boy, what conditions, what other conditions does the old man need to give you?" the black-clothed monk sneered, his voice full of desolation.

Hong Jin hurriedly said: "Senior, if you don't let go of Uncle Qiao and Aunt Qiao again, I will reveal your true identity." ”

The black-clothed monk looked up to the sky and smiled: "True identity? Just by virtue of you, a stinky boy, you are also worthy of knowing my true identity?"

Hong Jin couldn't help but hesitate, it was really not a good time to tell the truth, not to mention that Murong Bo and Gu Mozhi had been waiting around for a long time.

Xiao Feng looked up to the sky and roared angrily: "Old thief bald! If you really dare to touch a single hair of my parents, Xiao swears that even if you go to the ends of the earth, I will definitely break you into pieces." ”

The black-clothed monk said: "The old man has never been provoked in his life. If you have a good word, that's it. Now they are speaking ill of each other, just wait to collect their corpses. ”

Call!

The black-clothed monk threw Qiao Sanhuai and Qiao Sanniang in his hand towards Xiao Feng, as if he had thrown away a piece of sundries.

Xiao Feng carefully took Qiao Sanhuai and Qiao Sanniang into his hands, and found that the faces on their faces were still the same, but they were not breathing.

It turned out that when the black-clothed monk threw Qiao Sanhuai and Qiao Sanniang out, he used his inner family's true qi to shatter their hearts.

Oh......

Xiao Feng looked up to the sky and roared, shaking the four mountains with a tremble, and his eyes instantly turned blood-red.

There are tears flowing, blood and tears!

Xiao Feng's heart was extremely angry, and he hated it to the extreme, he hated this trick of fate, and even hated the black-clothed monk in front of him to the extreme, and he couldn't wait to chop him into meat sauce.