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

Qiao Feng pondered and said, "My biological father was captured during his retreat, and he left a note asking me to reveal the identity of the leader on the eighth day of the eighth month."

"The biological father of the hero Qiao, wasn't that the Khitan..."

Bai Zhantang spoke subconsciously, but stopped in time halfway through.

Lu Xiaofeng concluded: "The only descendant of the Western Poison Ouyang Feng, who was also his nephew, was arrested, the biological father of the hero Qiao was arrested, and Sikong Zhaixing was arrested, but he left a note for me...

"Especially since the distance between these three people spans across most of the martial arts world, it is difficult to guess their purpose."

Qiao Feng said, "That's right. This is the most troublesome part, because we still don't even know the other party's identity, nor do we know where they have taken them."

Bai Zhantang said: "In the northwest direction, apart from the 72 caves of Lingjiu Palace, the only way is to go to the Mongol Yuan territory, or the Tianshan Mountains in the Western Regions."

Qiao Feng frowned.

None of these places are easy to deal with.

The main reason is that the area is vast and sparsely populated, so if someone really wants to hide someone, it is impossible to find them.

Lu Xiaofeng was silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "There are still three days before the Shaolin Temple Martial Arts Conference. Has Master Qiao made a decision?"

Qiao Feng shook his head: "The leader's identity is too special, so this matter is difficult to handle."

Lu Xiaofeng said, "It's easy to get Ximen Chuxue to come back. Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan are two sword masters who are enough to arouse his interest. But there is an additional condition on the note. The duel between the two must be watched by no less than five grandmaster-level masters."

Bai Zhantang didn't dare to say anything and just pretended to be a fool.

Qiao Feng said, "If I have to, I will reveal the identity of the leader at the martial arts conference. He planted the seeds thirty years ago, and this is the consequence he should bear."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "I will also be present at the martial arts conference. There will definitely be a mysterious person's presence at the scene. I will ask my friends to keep an eye out for it, hoping to find some clues."

Qiao Feng nodded, which was considered as his agreement.

The note was left first, and the invitation to the heroes of the martial arts conference was sent out afterwards. The mysterious man and the people who kidnapped Xiao Yuanshan were obviously the same group of people.

What is their purpose?

Qiao Feng was puzzled. He thought about all the powerful organizations in the martial arts world in his mind, but he couldn't find a suitable force.

Lu Xiaofeng said goodbye to the two of them, and after a few jumps, he disappeared from Qixia Town.

Bai Zhantang laughed awkwardly and returned to the inn silently.

Qiao Feng sat alone on the roof, watching the lights in Qixia Town fade away and fall into silence, but his thoughts were still in a mess.

"Qiao is not someone who will be threatened. You are indeed very powerful to be able to find Xiao Yuanshan. But unfortunately, I am Qiao Feng, and I am not that powerful either."

Qiao Feng thought to himself and immediately went back to the inn to rest.

He did not go to Xiao Yuanshan to verify it because the other party knew the relationship between Xiao Yuanshan and himself, so there was no need for him to play a prank on him.

He didn't believe everything Lu Xiaofeng and Bai Zhantang said.

As long as one of them is the other's person, they can use Qiao Feng as a tool to be manipulated.

The next morning.

As soon as Qiao Feng woke up, he heard a commotion downstairs.

When he arrived at the front hall of the inn, Qiao Feng saw the people confronting each other and suddenly felt a headache.

Opposite the familiar little beggar was a girl carrying a sword, about 29 years old, wearing a light blue dress, with a noble and holy temperament, and extremely bright and beautiful.

"You little beggar, why don't you get out of the way right now, in front of the Holy Lady of Cihang Jingzhai?"

A man followed the girl, with a sword hanging from his waist, and he shouted at the little beggar.

"Mr. Song, there's no need for this. Feixuan, please wait for a moment and let this girl have her meal first."

The girl raised her hand to stop the man next to her.

The little beggar stared at the two people opposite him, his eyes darting around, not knowing what he was thinking.

Upon seeing this, Qiao Feng silently stepped back and prepared to return to his room first.

"Brother Qiao——"

She suddenly stretched out her voice, seemed about to cry, and ran towards Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng's body froze, and looking at Huang Rong who was rushing towards him, he had to reach out to stop her, otherwise she would jump into his arms.

"Why are you here?"

Huang Rong said dissatisfiedly: "They rely on their numbers and martial arts to take my place and not let me eat."

Qiao Feng was helpless and turned to look at Bai Zhantang who was watching the fun on the side.

Bai Zhantang was startled and said quickly, "Master Qiao, it is indeed this... girl who came first."

Huang Rong, this little beggar, is only half-baked at disguise. Anyone with a little experience can tell at a glance that she is just a little girl.

Shi Feixuan, who was standing aside, was slightly startled and looked towards Qiao Feng.

"But is it the hero Qiao Feng?"

Qiao Feng cupped his hands and said, "It's Qiao, the current Saintess Master Feixuan of Cihang Jingzhai. I've heard of your great name for a long time."

"Master Qiao, thank you for your compliment. It was Feixuan who was presumptuous, but I didn't mean to take the seat from this girl."

Shi Feixuan nodded slightly, then turned and left.

"Miss Master, wait a moment, I will definitely help you find a seat."

The man who spoke earlier quickly stopped Shi Feixuan.

Then he hurried over to several other tables and whispered something to people.

In the end, Qiao Feng watched helplessly as he exchanged twenty taels of silver for an empty table.

"Miss Shi, this way please."

Mr. Song happily ran to Shi Feixuan.

"This..." Shi Feixuan hesitated, looking conflicted.

"Master, it's okay. Twenty taels of silver is enough for them to eat for several months."

Shi Feixuan then reluctantly nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Song."

Young Master Song immediately smiled happily and sat opposite Shi Feixuan.

"Brother Qiao, come and sit down." On the other side, Huang Rong was too lazy to pay attention to others, so she pulled Qiao Feng and sat down at the table.

Huang Rong shouted, "Waiter, bring us one portion of all your signature dishes."

Qiao Feng quickly raised his hand: "Just two dishes will do."

Huang Rong shouted again: "Then add another pot of good wine."

Qiao Feng asked again: "Why did you come here? It's much more dangerous here than in Luoyang."

"I heard that this place is very lively recently, so I came to take a look. I originally thought that the Saint was a great chivalrous woman, but I didn't expect it to be like this..."

Huang Rong kept complaining to herself, but this attracted countless unfriendly looks in the store.

Shi Feixuan's identity and her otherworldly temperament and appearance had already attracted many of the diners present, so they could not tolerate such slanderous words at this moment.

Qiao Feng could only secretly think that Huang Rong was such a troublesome girl. If she continued to play like this, even Huang Laoxie would not be able to save her when she came into the world.

"I heard that someone here is bullying others by relying on his status. I want to see what happens."

Before the food arrived, a charming voice sounded.

Shi Feixuan fixed her eyes on the entrance of the inn.

Qiao Feng and others also looked over.

The person was wearing a pink long skirt, and when she walked, she revealed a pair of exquisite round-toed shoes and dazzling white socks.

Huang Rong looked at the other person with a dazed look in her eyes, as if she was immersed in the other person's steps.

Except for a few people, everyone else in the inn was almost the same as Huang Rong.

Qiao Feng looked at the other person's beautiful face with a charming smile, but he frowned and coughed lightly.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the field dissipated, and everyone was awakened. They looked at the girl who came in with fear, and most people didn't even dare to look at her again.

Among them, ordinary people and less powerful martial artists at four or five tables paid their bills in a hurry and left.

"Witch Xianxian?" Shi Feixuan spoke solemnly.

The person who came was none other than the Yinkui Sect's successor, Kankan.

Kanan glanced at Qiao Feng, then turned to stare at Shi Feixuan.

"The Saint of Righteousness... you are so shameless. You use your numbers to bully the few and your status to oppress others. I really don't know how you dare to be so shameless as to bear the title of Saint."

As soon as Kanan opened her mouth, the atmosphere in the field became tense again.

When Huang Rong heard this, she forgot about the confusion she had just experienced and almost clapped her hands in joy.

Qiao Feng just felt a headache and held down Huang Rong.

"Don't make trouble, or I'll tie you up and take you back to Peach Blossom Island."

Before Shi Feixuan could say anything, Master Song sitting opposite her couldn't stand it anymore.

"How dare you, demon sect witch, speak so rudely here."

With a clang, he had actually drawn the long sword from his waist.

"I am Song Qingshu, a third-generation disciple of Wudang. Today I will discipline you on behalf of your elders."

After saying this, with a flash of cold light, the long sword went straight towards Kankan.