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

"I am Xuan Cheng, the monk. I am here to greet the head monk. The abbot Xuan Ci has violated the precepts and abandoned his cultivation. He is to be punished with thirty strokes of the cane. Can you follow me to the Bodhidharma Cave and face the wall for thirty years to offset the remaining seventy strokes?"

Xuan Ji sensed the unfathomable aura of Xuan Cheng and was immediately overjoyed, "Of course."

Xuan Cheng nodded slightly, then flicked the sleeves of his monk's robe, and with gentle internal force, he lifted Xuan Ci up out of thin air and took him away.

"Grandmaster peak."

At this moment, a voice as cold as ice came.

Everyone looked and saw it was Yao Yue.

Yao Yue ignored everyone and just looked at Xuan Cheng's back and fell into silence.

The others were even more shocked.

Is this the heritage of Shaolin Temple?

Not only did a sweeping monk appear, but another Xuan Cheng appeared.

Yao Yue is obviously also a grandmaster. She said Xuan Cheng is at the peak of the grandmaster realm, which is absolutely correct.

The title of Shaolin Temple as a martial arts holy land seems to have become unshakable again.

And the many Shaolin disciples, at this moment, all held their heads high as they faced the many martial arts masters.

But because of the sudden incident between Qiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan, everyone knew that the mysterious person who sent out the hero invitation was a conspirator who wanted to plot against many people in the martial arts world.

Then this martial arts conference seems to have lost its meaning. If it continues, who knows what will happen.

The martial arts heroes immediately decided to retreat and end today's farce.

But apparently someone didn't want it to end that easily.

"Amitabha... I have heard for a long time that Shaolin Temple has produced many strong men. Today I see that it is true."

I saw Jiumozhi coming out again with a loud voice.

"I have heard of the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills for a long time. Since today is a martial arts conference, it would be a pity to disperse like this. I wonder if you masters can let me see them for myself?"

Jiumozhi said with a smile.

But his smile made everyone in Shaolin Temple feel depressed.

If we don’t count the two great masters who have just reached the peak of their powers, as well as the many hermit monks in the Bodhidharma Cave.

Xuan Ci is the only master in the Shaolin Temple who can master the powerful Vajra Palm. He is also very talented and has the strength of a master. He can definitely deal with this foreign monk.

Next in terms of strength are Xuan Nan, Xuan Ji and others.

This monk jumped out after Xuanci gave up his martial arts. How could everyone not know what he was planning?

"Master, what unique skills do you have? Let me and others see them."

Xuan Ji spoke.

Jiumozhi said: "Of course you can."

Immediately, Jiumozhi smiled and took the starting stance, then suddenly exercised his energy and displayed his martial arts. For a moment, the energy in the field was flying everywhere, and all kinds of martial arts poured out.

"This is... the Vajra Fist... the Prajna Palm... this..."

Xuan Ji muttered to himself, extremely shocked.

"My fellow Shaolin masters, how do you think of my seventy-two unique skills?"

Everyone in Shaolin was speechless and no one spoke.

"The national master is proficient in martial arts. I have practiced martial arts for more than 30 years. I am incomparable."

At this time, a sigh came from behind.

Everyone looked and saw that it was Xuan Nan who was guarding the mountain gate just now.

Huang Rong and Qiao Feng were together, and at this moment, she could not help but mutter, "Fortunately, the two top masters from Shaolin Temple showed up just now, otherwise, this would be a disgrace to the Lord."

Qiao Feng replied: "Shaolin Temple is unfathomable, we will just watch."

With the appearance of the Sweeping Monk and Xuan Cheng, Jiumozhi did not say in a too arrogant manner that Shaolin Temple was not doing well and could be disbanded on the spot.

Huang Rong added: "But this monk is slapping the Shaolin Temple in the face. Isn't he afraid of death?"

Qiao Feng said, "Even if another expert from Shaolin Temple shows up, they won't beat him to death in front of everyone, so of course he's not afraid."

Jiumozhi was so arrogant that Xuanji couldn't stand it anymore, so he showed off his unique skill of Picking Flower Finger.

However, Jiumozhi's Flower-Picking Finger, which was performed using the Small Wuxiang Gong, was more powerful than his and severely injured Xuan Ji on the spot.

At this time, Xu Zhu had not had any fortuitous encounters, and his martial arts skills were so weak that he could not appear on the scene to rescue Shaolin.

Qiao Feng did not say anything to expose the truth, he just wanted to see what other masters Shaolin had.

"Amitabha, the Imperial Master doesn't take Shaolin seriously enough."

Sure enough, just as Jiumozhi finished his practice, he heard an old voice coming.

His face suddenly changed and he dodged.

Suddenly, a terrifying finger force came out of nowhere and hit the ground beside Jiumozhi, sinking into the ground to such an extent that it was difficult to see how deep it was.

"Who is this master?" Jiumozhi looked at the flying monk with caution.

I saw a monk with a yellow face and one eye, disheveled hair, and a tattered monk's robe. He came flying towards me. After landing, he didn't say a word. Several fingers shot towards Jiumozhi's whole body.

"What a powerful Vajra Finger, it belongs to our great-uncle Master Du'e." Xuan Nan exclaimed.

Everyone was also shocked by this scene, and then they realized that this person was one of the three great monks on the Grandmaster List.

"Bullying the weak with the big." Jiumozhi shouted while dodging in embarrassment.

He didn't dare to take it head-on.

Qiao Feng found it funny. Du'e's attack was already at the peak of the early grandmaster level, almost to the middle stage. It was easy for him to defeat Jiumozhi, who was at the peak of the grandmaster level.

But how could Jiumozhi not be bullying the weak just now when he fought against Xuannan and others?

He is about to break through to become a grandmaster, so it will be easy for him to bully Xuan Nan, Xuan Ji and others.

Both sides are the same.

Du'e attacked without mercy this time, and every move went straight to the vital points.

"Master, you are using your Grandmaster strength to attack a Grandmaster like me, aren't you afraid of losing face for Shaolin?"

Jiumozhi's curses were of no use to Du'e.

However, Qiao Feng understood that the old monk Du'e was very stubborn and not very gentle in character. He claimed to be a great Buddhist monk, but his actions were not like those of a great monk at all.

After a few blows, Jiumozhi was overwhelmed by Du'e and had no power to fight back.

In the end, he was unable to dodge and could only take the force of the Vajra Finger.

boom……

He flew backwards, spat out a mouthful of blood, and cursed the Shaolin Temple for being shameless in bullying the weak. Then he used the force of the force to leap onto the roof of a nearby hall, performed a few leaps with his lightness skills, and left Shaolin.

"Uncle Master, you finally came out of the mountain, otherwise..."

Xuan Nan hurried forward and saluted.

Du'e glanced at Xuannan and the others, shook his head and said, "You guys should also intensify your training, otherwise you will be attacked by others in the future and you will not be able to do anything. Many brothers and ancestors in the Bodhidharma Cave are practicing in seclusion, how can they come out to help you every time? Shaolin will lose face if that happens."

After saying that, he left the place and handed it over to Xuan Nan and others.

Xuan Nan glanced at everyone in the arena and said, "All the troublemakers have left today. You can all go down the mountain on your own. Don't let the bad guys use you as pawns. Shaolin Temple will be closed for ten days from today to deal with the affairs of the temple. I hope you fellow martial artists will forgive me."

When Qiao Feng heard this, he realized that Xuan Nan didn't want any more accidents to happen in Shaolin Temple. After all, Du'e had been very ruthless when he criticized him just now.

The others saw that the Shaolin abbot had lost his martial arts today and had caused such a big old case, which had already brought shame upon them, so they did not stay any longer and left.

"Brother Qiao, let's go too."

Huang Rong pulled Qiao Feng.

"Okay, let's go down the mountain first."

It would be safest to temporarily place Xiao Yuanshan next to the Sweeping Monk. Qiao Feng already had a plan in mind and of course would not waste time in Shaolin.

"Hero Qiao, wait a minute. I have something else to ask you."

As soon as the two of them reached the foot of the mountain, a voice suddenly sounded. It was Lu Xiaofeng who was waiting there.

Qiao Feng was not surprised and said, "Let's find a place to discuss things first."

"Well, before I came here, I found that there happened to be a Qingshan Town at the foot of the mountain, and it was quite lively."

Lu Xiaofeng's voice sounded a little anxious, because he vaguely heard the four words "Sikong Zhaixing" from Xiao Yuanshan's mouth.