I, Qiao Feng, start by killing all the Beggars' Sect

"Well come."

Qiao Feng shouted, then pushed his palms horizontally, with another move that shocked the people within a hundred miles, releasing all the power of the Dragon Subduing Palm.

Everyone stared at the result of the fight without blinking.

Qiao Feng stepped back seven or eight steps to release the force before he suddenly stopped and began to use his internal energy to suppress the surging blood and internal force in his body.

Everyone looked in the direction of Lu Zhangke, only to see him standing there, staring at Qiao Feng with a ferocious expression.

"Qiao Feng lost?"

"It should be. Look, Lu Zhangke didn't move, but Qiao Feng was knocked back so many steps."

……

Someone murmured quietly, expressing his shock.

But the next moment, Lu Zhangke suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, and then fell backwards with his back to the sky.

boom……

When Lu Zhangke fell down, everyone's hearts seemed to be shaken.

Qiao Feng battles against the two Xuanming Elders, and the outcome is decided.

Qiao Feng...wins completely.

Everyone swallowed and stared at the scene in a daze.

In the past, everyone knew that Qiao Feng, the leader of the Northern Beggars' Sect, was powerful, but more because of his heroism.

What everyone admired was his actions of eliminating harm from the martial arts world and resisting foreign forces.

After all, he is only at the peak of the Grandmaster level, and there is still a huge gap between him and the Grandmaster.

There are many grand masters in the martial arts world that everyone knows about.

But now, the two Xuanming Elders, who could fight against late-stage grandmasters together, both died at the hands of Qiao Feng.

Wulin...

It's going to change.

Qiao Feng glanced at the bodies of the two Xuanming Elders lying on the ground, frowning and saying, "Zhao Min, they worked so hard for you, and now you can't even collect their bodies?"

When Zhao Min saw that Lu Zhangke was also beaten to death, she wanted to turn around and leave, but Qiao Feng suddenly called out her name, causing Zhao Min's whole body to stiffen and she was unable to take the few steps to leave.

"Ah San, go and bury them. Ah Da, let's go."

After saying that, Zhao Min turned around and left.

Qiao Feng glanced at her and said nothing more, but looked at the crowd.

Outside the crowd, a middle-aged monk with a kind face looked at everything in the scene calmly.

"Why are you here, Master?"

Qiao Feng asked.

"Amitabha, I came here to retrieve the lost Yi Jin Jing from Shaolin. I saw that Mr. Qiao had held back a lot when fighting against the Shaolin disciples. I would like to thank Mr. Qiao on their behalf."

"You're welcome. The enmity between us and Shaolin cannot be explained in a few words. However, Qiao Feng does not have the habit of blaming innocent people. May I ask for your Dharma name, Master?" Qiao Feng asked.

"Xuan Cheng." The middle-aged monk nodded slightly.

Qiao Feng was shocked.

It turned out to be him.

Just now, Qiao Feng had been thinking in his heart, which other monk in Shaolin Temple could have the cultivation level of a grandmaster.

Ever since Xuan Cheng walked over just now, there has been a faint aura lingering around his body, ethereal and illusory, as if he was about to ascend to heaven at any time.

However, besides myself, I'm afraid only Lian Xing and Ye Kai could see it.

According to the Sweeping Monk's quotations, Xuan Cheng was a martial arts genius, and was recognized as the best in martial arts by many Shaolin masters.

But because of this, he failed to eliminate the hostility in Shaolin martial arts in time, which led to him going astray and losing his top-notch martial arts skills. He was reduced to an ordinary monk and practiced Buddhism.

From what we can see now, this person is probably a hidden talent. I just don’t know who is more powerful now, him or the Sweeping Monk.

Now that Xuan Cheng has appeared, it seems that the turmoil caused by the Yi Jin Jing should be settled.

Qiao Feng asked, "Master Xuancheng, is Qiao Feng's teacher, Master Xuanku, okay?"

"Fortunately, he mentioned your identity yesterday. He was very worried about your situation."

Qiao Feng bowed and said, "I hope the master can tell Master Xuanku that Qiao Feng is doing fine. I am confident that I can overcome all the obstacles in the martial arts world. Please rest assured, Master Xuanku."

When Xuan Cheng heard this, a strange look appeared in his eyes, and then he nodded.

Qiao Feng took out the secret book of Yi Jin Jing from his arms.

This thing originally belonged to Shaolin, and I have seen it. It would be a bit cheating if I took it again.

"This secret book is in my hands now. Master Xuancheng will not punish me for stealing the book, right?" Qiao Feng said with a smile.

Xuan Cheng put his palms together, "Amitabha, of course not. You were not the one who stole the book, but the secret book fell into your hands. It is destined for you, but now it is time for you to return to Shaolin."

Destined for me?

Qiao Feng's heart moved slightly. He had not practiced the Yi Jin Jing, but from the monk's tone, he could tell that his internal strength was different?

The whole place was silent until Xuan Cheng left with the Yi Jin Jing secret book.

The others were a little confused. Is this the end?

Only Lian Xing and Ye Kai were extremely surprised that Shaolin actually had such a master.

You know, Shaolin has been known as the holy land of martial arts for a long time, but in recent years there has never been any decent strong man showing up, which makes many strong men doubt whether Shaolin is just exaggerating.

What they saw today overturned their cognition.

Judging from Qiao Feng's attitude, it seems that his relationship with Shaolin is somewhat complicated.

"Everyone, if there is nothing else, please disperse."

Qiao Feng originally wanted to stay away from it, but he didn't expect to be surrounded as soon as he went out. Now he looked around and saw that several shops along the street were already full of people.

But the place where the battle just took place was in a mess, with cracks on the walls on both sides, and some shops were affected by the aftermath of the internal force, causing considerable losses.

Qiao Feng turned his gaze and fixed it on one person.

"Captain Wang, can you please do me a favor? The damage caused by this battle is also a disaster for ordinary people. Please help compensate for the losses."

Wang Quan had only come to watch the fight, and never expected to be caught by Qiao Feng. At this moment, he could only smile and nod: "These are all trivial matters, just leave it to me, Mr. Qiao."

Seeing that there was nothing exciting to watch, the crowd gradually dispersed.

Qiao Feng turned around and was about to go back to the inn, but he glanced at Lian Xing and the little beggar and stopped again.

Because Lian Xing blocked the little beggar and wouldn't let her leave.

The reason surprised Qiao Feng so much that he stopped and prepared to take a look at the situation.

The little beggar was angry, "No, I have a master, I will not take you as my master."

Lian Xing said, "Who is your master? I will go find him and tell him clearly that you are more suitable to practice the skills of our Yihua Palace. With your talent, it is a waste to have only this little martial arts now."

"I won't tell you. My master won't let me tell you. Besides, there's no way I can join the Yihua Palace."

Lian Xing smiled and said, "Practicing my Yihua Palace internal skills can keep you young forever."

The little beggar curled his lips and said, "I'm not a woman, why do I need eternal youth?"

"Really? In thirty years, I will still look the same as I do now, and my skin won't age at all."

Lian Xing stretched out her right hand, which was so tender, white and slender, as flawless as white jade, that the little beggar couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Then is there any way for me to practice your skills without becoming your disciple?"

Lian Xing was speechless. She glanced at the little beggar and said, "Since you don't agree, I will have to force you. When the time comes, let your master come to Yihua Palace to find me."

After saying this, he was about to grab the little beggar and leave.

Qiao Feng, who was watching from the side, spoke at the right time: "Wait a minute."

Lian Xing turned around, with a cold tone in her voice, "Master Qiao, do you also want to get involved in the affairs of my Yihua Palace?"

Qiao Feng waved his hand and said, "That's not the case. It's just that this little brother spoke up for Qiao before, and I can't bear to see you arrest him."

"Little brother?" Lian Xing smiled.

Qiao Feng coughed twice and said, "Well, actually I know her master, so I tried to stop her. Palace Master Lianxing, can you give me some face? I'm sure you can see that what she learned is an orthodox inheritance."

Lian Xing thought about it and said, "Okay, I'll give this favor to Hero Qiao today."

The little beggar rolled his eyes and said, "Master Qiao, do you really know my master?"

“Of course, and…if you want to attract more of his attention, there is no need to torture yourself. It won’t work.” Qiao Feng said slowly.

The little beggar was stunned when he heard this, and he believed it 80% of the time. "You, when did you meet him? How come I don't know?"

Qiao Feng tilted his head and looked in the direction of Hong Qigong: "Do you think he knows your master?"

He deliberately emphasized the word "Master".

The little beggar sighed, "Okay, then I'll go with you first, otherwise I'm afraid she will come to catch me again."

Qiao Feng shook his head repeatedly, "I'll save you, but don't follow me. I'm afraid of trouble."

"Just one day."

The little beggar stretched out a finger and quickly withdrew it.

Because even though she was disguised as a beggar, her fingers were still as white as green onions, making it hard to believe that she was a man.

Qiao Feng nodded awkwardly, "Okay, but only for one day."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Qiao." The little beggar smiled and winked at Lian Xing.

Lian Xing didn't care about her at all. She nodded to Qiao Feng and left.

Qiao Feng and Hong Qigong also exchanged a few polite words and said goodbye to each other before entering the inn and checking into a new room.

"Huang Rong?" When he was almost at the door of the room, Qiao Feng spoke unexpectedly.

"What?" the little beggar responded subconsciously.