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

Amid the uproar, Hong Qigong almost subconsciously opened his mouth to question.

As a member of the same Beggar Gang, he also did not want the Northern Beggar Gang to be controlled by barbarians and become a rat crossing the street in the Central Plains martial arts world.

But thinking of what Qiao Feng had said before, he forced himself to hold it back.

Sure enough, the next moment Qiao Feng slowly raised his hand.

The buzz of discussion in the field stopped immediately.

Qiao Feng didn't seem to be too emotional, and he said loudly, "The people involved in this matter are probably all here. Elder Xu, Master Zhiguang, please come out, as well as Mr. and Mrs. Tan, Zhao Qiansun, and the rest of you."

Elder Xu's martial arts were crippled, and seeing how Qiao Feng dealt with Kang Min so neatly, his legs were trembling, and he had no choice but to stand up.

"Help, boss."

"Amitabha."

In the distance, old monk Zhiguang walked out slowly. As expected, he had arrived a long time ago.

"Elder Xu, bring me the letter."

Qiao Feng stretched out his hand.

Elder Xu was stunned, with shock evident in his eyes.

"A letter written by the leader to Gang Leader Wang." Qiao Feng's eyes fixed and he spoke again.

Elder Xu was stunned. "You also know this?"

"Qiao has been the leader of the Beggars' Sect for seven or eight years. If a bunch of idiots like you had ruined my reputation with such a simple scheme, the Beggars' Sect would have declined and left the martial arts world long ago."

Elder Xu was scolded so much that he could only lower his head and took out the letter from his arms tremblingly.

Qiao Feng kept an eye on Zhiguang and saw him reaching out to snatch the letter.

"Let me take a look at this letter first to see if it is really written by the leader."

But the letter did not reach his hand.

Qiao Feng reached out his hand before him and took the letter.

Zhiguang rushed to attack again, but was knocked back several steps by Qiao Feng's palm and immediately vomited blood.

This old monk was not kind either. In the original novel, he snatched the letter and ate the signature, which led to the deaths of a number of related people and the tragedy of Qiao Feng mistakenly killing Azhu.

Kang Min is dead, and there has been no incident of misleading Qiao Feng to kill Duan Zhengchun, so let's put the blame on him for now.

Although this monk was not a bad person by nature, and even if he was so shameless for the sake of Shaolin Temple's abbot Xuanci, the tragedy that followed his actions was real.

"Master Zhiguang, don't worry. It's useless to worry. I already know the contents of the letter."

Qiao Feng stared at the anxious Zhiguang with a smile.

Next, under Zhiguang's dull gaze, Qiao Feng unfolded the letter and glanced at the signature, which was indeed Xuanci.

Then, Qiao Feng chuckled at the old monk Zhiguang, then flicked his finger towards the signature, and used his internal force to completely shatter the two words "Xuan Ci".

It's not that he doesn't want to expose it, but in order not to affect the future plot, and there is also the Battle of Shaoshi Mountain, it is too early to expose it now.

Otherwise, everything will be disrupted and the information you know in advance will be useless.

Instead, it was this move of his that made Monk Zhiguang confused.

What is Qiao Feng doing?

As expected, he already knew who the leader was, but could such actions indicate some other agenda?

The change in Qiao Feng made Monk Zhiguang feel uneasy.

If he was still the same leader of the Beggars' Sect, Zhiguang wouldn't be too worried.

But his performance today, especially the strange smile he showed when he looked at him just now, really made Zhiguang more worried.

Today, Qiao Feng no longer looks like a hero praised by everyone, but rather like a powerful tyrant.

I'm afraid there will be another wave of turmoil in the martial arts world in the future.

Zhiguang's heart trembled slightly as he watched Qiao Feng hand the letter to Wu Changfeng who was standing beside him.

"Elder Wu, please read this belief again so that all the heroes present can understand it clearly."

Upon hearing this, Wu Changfeng hurried forward, took the letter and started reading.

"Brother Jianran: We have talked for several nights, and my brother has always been determined to pass on the throne... This child is not of my race, and his father and mother died at our hands... There are very few people in this world who have the talent, strategy and martial arts ability to match this child..."

The gist of the letter was that Qiao Feng was top-notch in both intelligence and martial arts, but the two of them had killed his parents. If they passed the position of leader of the Beggars' Sect to him, it would be too dangerous if he later found out about his background.

After Wu Changfeng finished reading, the whole place fell silent, with only the faint sound of breathing.

Qiao Feng said, "Back then, the leader led all the martial arts masters to kill my biological parents outside Yanmen Pass, but they were killed by my biological father and only a few of them returned to the Central Plains. Master Zhiguang, you were a participant. Is what Qiao said true?"

"Amitabha, it is true." Monk Zhiguang sighed.

Everyone was shocked. They didn't expect that Qiao Feng's biological father was so powerful.

At this time, Elder Xu's eyes were wandering, and he took out another letter.

"This is the handwriting of Gang Leader Wang. You should recognize his handwriting."

Qiao Feng took it and handed it to Wu Changfeng again.

"Boss." Wu Changfeng was puzzled because Qiao Feng didn't even look at him.

Qiao Feng said, “Read it.”

Wu Changfeng had no choice but to open it and start reading.

"This letter to Beggar Gang's Deputy Leader Ma, the elders who teach skills, the elders who enforce the law, and all the elders: If Qiao Feng shows any signs of sympathy with Liao and betraying Han, or helping the Khitan and hating the Song Dynasty, the entire gang will work together to kill him. No mistakes can be made. Poisoning or assassination are all acceptable. The perpetrator will be rewarded and not guilty. This is written by Wang Jiantong himself."

After Wu Changfeng finished reading, his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't hold the letter steadily.

"Boss, this, this..."

His face was filled with horror as he looked towards Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng took the two letters and looked at Elder Xu.

"Elder Xu, is there anything wrong with what Elder Wu read?"

Elder Xu shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, not a single word is wrong."

Qiao Feng nodded, "Okay, you all already know the contents of the letter. Unfortunately, Qiao has just found out that the contents are true. I am indeed not a Han Chinese, but of Khitan descent."

When everyone heard this, they immediately started talking again, whispering to each other with different expressions on their faces.

"If Qiao Feng is really a Khitan, then isn't the Beggars' Sect a Khitan gang?"

"The Beggars' Sect is extremely powerful in the martial arts world. If Qiao Feng really has the intention to rebel, the Central Plains will be in danger."

"The Beggars' Sect is the most powerful gang in the martial arts world. Now the martial arts world is going to be in chaos."

"Qiao Feng, since you already knew your own life story, you must have been secretly planning for a long time. Now that you know your identity will be exposed, you have no choice but to admit it, right?"

The last sentence was shouted out by Quan Guanqing. It was obvious that he was determined to drag Qiao Feng into the water.

Duan Yu's face was filled with sorrow, and he asked carefully, "Brother, are these all true?"

Qiao Feng patted his shoulder and said, "Second brother, you just watch over this matter for now."

After saying this, he looked at several disciples of the Beggars' Sect.

"Go get some jars of wine."

Several disciples hurriedly ran away, and soon each of them came back holding a large jar of wine and placed it on the open space.

Qiao Feng walked forward, slapped open the mud seal on one of the jars of wine and picked it up.

"Qiao has been the leader of the Beggars' Sect for many years and has worked diligently to protect the Central Plains, resist foreign invaders, and punish evildoers in the martial arts world.

“Now, because of my background, you suspect that I am using the Beggars’ Sect to plot a rebellion and to disrupt the martial arts world.

“Brothers of the Beggars’ Sect, you have all seen what Qiao has done over the years.

"This jar of wine is for breaking up friendship. It is also the last time Qiao Feng and his fellow gang members drink together. Anyone who is dissatisfied with Qiao Feng may come forward.

Elder Wu said anxiously, "Master, this cannot happen."

Qiao Feng ignored him and looked around coldly.

At this time, Quan Guanqing endured the pain all over his body and stepped forward and said, "I'll do it. Qiao Feng, your father was able to kill so many martial arts masters in our Central Plains. You are his offspring, so you are not a good person either."

When Elder Xu saw this, he knew there was nothing he could do.

After exchanging a glance with Bai Shijing, they both stepped forward.

"And us."

Upon seeing this, Qiao Feng's face darkened. He then raised his hand and slapped out, sending the three of them flying into the air.

Then, he grabbed three magic knives from the air and threw them out.

Puff puff……

The three of them were nailed to a tree not far away, hanging in a row with Kang Min.

"You three betrayed our gang, have evil intentions, and are of bad character. How can you be worthy of drinking with me, Qiao Feng?"

Hearing this, the three of them stared in dismay and followed Kang Min's footsteps.

Qiao Feng continued, "Except for these three who are unworthy, the remaining brothers of the Beggars' Sect, if you have any dissatisfaction, you can come forward. I, Qiao, will have a clear argument with you today.

"There are still heroes and heroes present here. If anyone is dissatisfied, feel free to step forward. Today, Qiao will... accept them one by one."

hold head high--

A dragon roar was heard, and Qiao Feng was seen throwing the wine jar up. Using his profound inner strength, he kept the jar suspended in the air, raised his head and drank the wine in big gulps.

"I'll come on. You look exactly like that Khitan thief. I, Zhao Qiansun, will never forget it in my life. I'm not as good as you in martial arts, so I'll just die."

"Who else? Come forward together..."

Qiao Feng drank most of the wine, then smashed the jar with his palm and shouted loudly at everyone.