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

Qiao Feng used all his strength to display his Qinggong skills, and after just a few jumps, he was already outside the library.

At this time, Xiao Yuanshan was lying on the ground with a weak breath. The Sweeping Monk had a serious look on his face and was using his internal energy to transfer his internal strength to him.

Just as Qiao Feng was about to take action, he found that the Sweeping Monk was healing his wounds, so he stopped.

In terms of internal strength, the Sweeping Monk is stronger than I am now.

Moreover, he is proficient in Buddhism and must have studied the Yi Jin Jing, so his healing ability is also stronger.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Qiao Feng stepped forward and used his internal energy to rescue Xiao Yuanshan.

In just twenty breaths, the two men stopped and stood up at the same time.

The Sweeping Monk glanced at Qiao Feng, then lowered his brows and remained silent.

"How is this going?"

Qiao Feng asked hurriedly.

The sweeping monk shook his head. "Your internal organs are injured, and you are already holding on. If you can rest under my treatment, you can recover in three to five months. But Mr. Xiao's desperate call for you just now is like abandoning all the treatment I had previously given you."

Qiao Feng's heart suddenly shook.

Although he did not acknowledge it, he could not deny the father-son relationship after all.

Seeing Xiao Yuanshan being injured so seriously, Qiao Feng felt strange emotions in his heart. He opened his mouth but said nothing extra.

"Feng'er..."

Xiao Yuanshan's weak voice came.

Qiao Feng hurried forward and half-knelt beside Xiao Yuanshan.

"Feng'er, I, I can't let you be threatened because of me, so I tried every possible way to escape. After thinking about it, this is the only place in the world where I can escape.

"Feng... Feng'er, no, avenge me. You are no match for them."

Qiao Feng was in a heavy mood and did not speak.

Xiao Yuanshan held Qiao Feng's hand tightly.

"For the past thirty years, I, Xiao Yuanshan, have been muddle-headed, with only hatred in my heart. Now that I have repented, it is too late. I don't want you, Feng'er, to end up like me.

"The man who killed your mother was killed by me on the spot. The mastermind behind the murder, Murong Bo, was also killed by me. My great revenge has been achieved.

"Feng'er, you have become a true hero. I have the face to meet your mother. Remember, don't avenge me. Although Xuanci took the lead in the sniping, they have already paid the price. Let's let go of this hatred."

Xiao Yuanshan held his breath and spoke very quickly. After he finished speaking, he took a deep breath, which made Qiao Feng feel nervous.

His breath was rapidly weakening.

A low voice sounded beside Qiao Feng's ears, and only the two of them knew it.

"Also, the person who saved me was... Sikong... Zhaixing. He is still imprisoned, ahem..."

Dark red blood flowed out of Xiao Yuanshan's mouth and nose.

Qiao Feng's mind was shaken, and he quickly channeled his internal energy to stabilize his injuries.

Xiao Yuanshan took a few breaths and said, "If you have a chance, thank him for me."

Qiao Feng had murderous intent brewing in his heart, "Where is the address?"

At this moment, suddenly a sharp breath broke through the air and attacked Xiao Yuanshan who was lying on the ground.

With murderous intent suddenly emerging, Qiao Feng looked towards the dense bamboo forest outside the Sutra Repository.

"Amitabha……"

At this moment, a Buddhist chant was heard, and it was the Sweeping Monk who took action. An invisible force appeared out of nowhere and blocked the arrow.

The two sides remained deadlocked in mid-air for five or six breaths, then suddenly exploded.

The Sweeping Monk slowly took a step back, with a more moved expression on his face. He looked towards the bamboo forest, and his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the dense bamboo forest and see the opposite side.

"Tell me the address quickly."

Qiao Feng asked again.

Xiao Yuanshan smiled and shook his head. Blood gushed out from his mouth and nose again and he coughed up blood in large mouthfuls.

Qiao Feng half-knelt beside him, his eyes welling up with bloodshot. Xiao Yuanshan smiled, closed his eyes, and his breathing became weaker.

But Qiao Feng did not give up. With a serious look on his face, he immediately circulated his internal energy with both palms, and the skills in his body suddenly changed.

He used gentle force to make Xiao Yuanshan sit cross-legged with his five hearts facing the sky, and then slowly poured his internal force into Xiao Yuanshan's body.

Everyone looked at this scene with different expressions, but they all tacitly agreed not to speak, and just quietly waited for the final outcome.

"Amitabha, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Let me help Mr. Qiao."

The Sweeping Monk's eyes moved slightly, and he immediately sat cross-legged opposite Qiao Feng. The two of them sandwiched Xiao Yuanshan in the middle.

The two men, one in front and one behind, raised their palms and pressed them on Xiao Yuanshan's front and back. Their internal force surged, pushing everyone present several steps back.

Everyone was shocked and thought that these two people had very pure internal energy.

Grandmasters such as Yao Yue were even more shocked.

The internal strength of these two people is so strong that they do not conflict with each other. Instead, they can work together to heal Xiao Yuanshan.

Time passed little by little, and half an hour later, Qiao Feng and the Sweeping Monk withdrew their palms at the same time, and used their internal energy to restore themselves.

After just ten breaths, the sweeping monk stood up and chanted a Buddhist name, his eyebrows lowered, and no one could see his gaze clearly.

After thirty breaths, Qiao Feng also finished his practice.

"Thank you." Qiao Feng bowed to the Sweeping Monk.

Although the two had fought before, and Qiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan had even killed Murong Bo, this time, the Sweeping Monk helped him save Xiao Yuanshan.

He and Xiao Yuanshan must acknowledge this life-saving favor.

Now Xiao Yuanshan's breathing is gradually stabilizing, but his injuries are extremely serious and he may not be able to recover in a short time.

Qiao Feng thought for a moment and said, "Master, can you let him recuperate here for a while?"

The Sweeping Monk nodded: "Of course, I told him to rest and recuperate before, but he was still worried that you would be threatened, so he did what he did just now."

"Thank you, Master. May I ask if you know the person who fired the whistling arrow?"

The sweeping monk shook his head and said, "He has already left. There are countless powerful hidden masters in the world. I don't know this person."

Qiao Feng sighed helplessly, then carefully placed Xiao Yuanshan in the Sutra Library.

When he came out, he looked at the people around him and said, "The mysterious man just now was the one who sent out the invitation to heroes. He had previously captured my biological father and wanted to use it to threaten him. It was just that my father was lucky and escaped, but he was also seriously injured."

Everyone looked at Xiao Yuanshan in astonishment.

Indeed, based on what happened just now, they all thought that Xiao Yuanshan was doomed to die from such injuries, but they did not expect that Qiao Feng and the Sweeping Monk were able to pull him back from the brink of death.

They don’t know that this is the effect of the Yi Jin Jing.

Qiao Feng drew on the Yi Jin Jing to improve his internal strength, and the Sweeping Monk's Yi Jin Jing had probably already reached the highest level, and with the combined efforts of the two, they were able to barely keep Xiao Yuanshan alive.

If it were someone else, I guess it wouldn’t work.

But they had just learned that Qiao Feng had been threatened, and they could not help but look at Qiao Feng in shock.

Qiao Feng said loudly: "If the mysterious man doesn't show up, is this martial arts conference still meaningful? Or do you want to become a tool for the mysterious man to accomplish his conspiracy?"

Everyone was whispering to each other and couldn't help but talk about it.

After a moment, Hong Qigong was the first to step forward.

"Master Qiao is right. I thought the mysterious man was such a powerful man, but I didn't expect him to be a rat hiding in the dark. We, the Southern Beggars' Sect, will withdraw from today's martial arts conference."

As soon as he took the lead, people from many sects spoke up one after another.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly came.

"Donor Qiao, did Donor Xiao Yuanshan really mean what he said just now, that he killed Murong Bo?"

Qiao Feng frowned and looked at him, and found that the man was a monk with a solemn appearance, but dressed in foreign clothes.

He immediately guessed the person's identity.

"But is it the Tibetan state teacher Jiumozhi?"

Jiumozhi smiled and said, "It is me. I didn't expect that Mr. Qiao recognized me. I am really honored. But why didn't you answer the question just now?"

Qiao Feng said, "Why can't I answer that? My biological father, Xiao Yuanshan, was killed at Yanmen Pass thirty years ago. My mother died on the spot. My father was so disheartened that he jumped off a cliff holding my mother's body, leaving me to be adopted.

"I just found out that the leader brought many martial arts masters to the Yanmen Pass to kill my father because someone deliberately instigated it, and that person was Murong Bo."

Jiumozhi laughed and said, "Really? Donor Qiao, do you have any evidence? Or does Donor Qiao know the leader? He is the culprit who caused you and your mother to be separated by life and death, and your father and son could not recognize each other for thirty years. How could you let him go?"

At this time, another person jumped out.

"Qiao Feng, you keep saying that my father instigated the leader. You asked the leader to stand up and confront me. My father died many years ago, so how could he be killed by you?"

This person was none other than Murong Fu, who shouted at Qiao Feng in a stern voice.