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

"Brother Qiao, the chicken should be ready by now."

Huang Rong shouted and turned over a small pile of earth with a wooden stick.

Inside was a bag of mud, which had already been baked dry.

Qiao Feng's eyes lit up and he dug out the dried soil, revealing the scorched yellow bamboo leaves inside.

This is the beggar's chicken made by Huang Rong.

Although he had already eaten all kinds of delicious food, Huang Rong's cooking skills at least satisfied Qiao Feng's appetite to a great extent.

Before leaving Qixia Town, Qiao Feng and Huang Rong headed towards Shaolin Temple.

They are not fast.

Huang Rong revealed the fact that she could cook, on the condition that Qiao Feng take her to the Shaolin Temple martial arts conference. She wanted to meet the world's top martial arts masters.

In two days, they had only traveled half the distance.

Huang Rong quietly looked at Qiao Feng who was eating beggar's chicken with relish, and a smile appeared on her lips.

"Brother Qiao, the martial arts conference will be held tomorrow. Will you really come forward to expose the identity of the leader?"

Huang Rong asked.

Qiao Feng pondered for a moment and said, "Not necessarily. We'll see when the time comes. After all, I can't ignore the revenge for my mother's murder. But if the mysterious man doesn't show up, I probably won't tell anyone about it."

If the mysterious person doesn't show up, why should I tell the truth and stir up the martial arts world?

As for Xuan Ci, he should bear the consequences for his past sins, but it also depends on the circumstances.

How did Murong Bo die?

Xuan Ci should have understood.

When going to Shaolin, Qiao Feng's biggest fear at the moment is the Sweeping Monk and the monk Xuancheng who suddenly appeared.

Xuan Cheng is the peak realm of the Grand Master, which was never expected by Qiao Feng.

"Aren't you worried about your father?"

Huang Rong spoke carefully.

Qiao Feng shook his head. "If it was just because my father was captured and threatened that I became a scourge that disturbed the martial arts world, or a murderous demon, I think he would rather I ignore it."

But it's obviously impossible.

After all, Xiao Yuanshan is his biological father.

"Oh... then Brother Qiao, you have to think about it carefully. If it doesn't work, we won't show up tomorrow and hide. If even the mysterious man can't find you, he will find that his plan to threaten you has been disrupted and has lost its effectiveness. He might even show up on his own initiative."

Qiao Feng waved his hand: "Let's eat first."

Huang Rong blinked and had to nod.

She had already imagined countless possible outcomes for tomorrow, but most of them would not be good for Qiao Feng.

What should be done to help Brother Qiao escape from this conspiracy that affects the entire martial arts world?

Huang Rong frowned and thought that the chicken leg in her hand had lost its taste.

The next morning, at the foot of Mount Shaoshi, a huge crowd of people flocked to the Shaolin Temple.

But Shaolin Temple is known as a holy place of martial arts, not just anyone can enter it.

Most of the martial artists who came to watch the fun were stopped outside. Only some famous masters and representatives of various sects were allowed to enter.

In the Great Hall of Shaolin Temple, Xuanci and other Shaolin Temple leaders gathered together with solemn expressions.

"Abbot, I think it would be better to close the Shaolin Temple and keep all these people out. If you let them all enter Shaolin, it will disturb our peaceful Buddhist place."

Xuan Ji said with a sullen face.

Xuan Ci shook his head. "We can no longer stop the martial arts conference. The mysterious strong man has sent out invitations to heroes. His influence is so great that it has affected the entire martial arts world in just three days, and even the Western Regions and even the Tubo, Mongolian Yuan and other countries."

“Fortunately, we have Master Xuancheng in charge of Shaolin, who can make those martial artists behave themselves.” A younger monk said.

Xuan Ci sighed and shook his head slightly.

"Master Feixuan of Cihang Jingzhai pays homage to Master Xuanci, the abbot of Shaolin Temple."

Outside the hall, a pure and flawless voice came melodiously from a distance.

Xuan Ci's eyes changed slightly, and he glanced at the people around him, "Just like the emergence of Cihang Jingzhai and Jingnian Zen, should we in Shaolin also reject them?"

The monks remained silent, and Xuanci walked out of the hall.

"My fellow disciples, please come with me to meet the most outstanding saint in the past five hundred years, Cihang Jingzhai."

At the foot of Mount Shaoshi, Qiao Feng and Huang Rong left their horses at their adoptive parents' home and headed up the mountain.

"Da da da……"

Suddenly, the sound of hurried horse hooves was heard behind him.

Huang Rong frowned and pulled Qiao Feng to the side of the road.

Unexpectedly, the horse stopped suddenly not far behind the two of them and stood up suddenly.

A girl in a pink dress flew up and landed gently beside the two of them.

"Xianxian has met Hero Qiao."

Kanan bent her body slightly, her expression serious, no longer the coquettish and lively girl she had when they first met.

Qiao Feng wondered what tricks Xianxian was trying to play again, so he simply nodded slightly and made way.

"Miss Xianxian wants to go up the mountain, please."

However, Kankan tied the reins directly to a tree beside the road.

"Master Qiao, we have the same goal, why don't we go up the mountain together."

Qiao Feng's expression did not change when he heard this, nor did he say anything. He turned around and walked upstairs on his own.

Around them, many martial artists consciously made way and did not dare to approach.

The corners of Kanan's mouth twitched slightly, and she quickly followed behind Qiao Feng.

"Master Qiao, what happened a few days ago was just me being too playful. I didn't mean to be malicious and hurt anyone."

After walking for a while, Kanan suddenly said.

"Oh? There's no need to explain this to me. We are two different people. Qiao is not a judge in the martial arts world. He cannot judge a person's goodness or evil."

Huang Rong followed beside Qiao Feng, glanced at Kankan and continued to go up the mountain.

Kanan gritted her teeth, rolled her eyes and followed.

I don’t believe there is a man I can’t handle.

Qiao Feng is much older than her and has a rough appearance, but his martial arts skills are all top-notch, and his overall impression on Kankan is not bad.

But what caught her off guard was that she left a bad impression on Qiao Feng when they first met.

This made Kanan, who wanted to win over Qiao Feng, feel conflicted.

After thinking it over again, she decided to give it another try. Qiao Feng has no other forces behind him now and he has strong personal strength, making him an excellent candidate to be won over.

You have to know that Shi Feixuan was born almost at the same time as her, just to deal with the chaos in the martial arts world.

In this chaotic time, countries are vying for supremacy, wars are frequent, and the people are suffering.

The fight between them is not just about individual victory or defeat, but also a contest between righteousness and evil.

Shi Feixuan's dream is to support the common leader of the world and find a wise ruler to save the troubled times.

To have power over the whole world is Kankan's goal.

When the two meet, the result is predictable.

"stop……"

In front, nearly a hundred Shaolin disciples held long sticks and formed a formation to stop many martial artists.

At this time, a gentle voice sounded.

"Masters, I am Duan Zhengchun, the King of Zhennan in Dali. Can I go to visit Shaolin Temple?"

The middle-aged monk in the lead nodded and said, "Yes, but you can only bring no more than five people in."

"I'm……"

In an instant, everyone spoke up and revealed their identities. The monks welcoming guests at Shaolin Temple obviously knew something about the people in the martial arts world, and there were certain standards for who could enter and who could not.

So many martial artists flocked to Mount Shaoshi, but only less than 10% were able to enter Shaolin.

"Qiao Feng meets all the masters."

Qiao Feng stepped forward and bowed. Suddenly the scene fell silent. The faces of the monks in Shaolin Temple changed drastically, and they all looked at the leading monk.

"Mr. Qiao, please come in." The monk obviously knew Qiao Feng. After a brief silence, he let Qiao Feng and Huang Rong in.

Kanan wanted to go in, but was stopped.

"I'm with Hero Qiao." said Kanan.

The leading monk glanced at Qiao Feng and found that he had already entered, so he said, "If you want to get in, you must either have status or strength. Otherwise, Shaolin Temple doesn't have enough space to accommodate all the people in the martial arts world."

Upon hearing this, Xianxian smiled and said, "Okay, since you said so, I will test the strength of your Shaolin disciples."

As soon as he finished speaking, a breeze suddenly rose from nowhere in the field, and Kankan's figure flashed in front of the leading monk.