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

Once the Shaolin Temple's Arhat Stick Formation is deployed, its power increases dramatically with the cooperation of the Shaolin disciples.

Especially since all the eighteen people present at the scene possess first-rate martial arts skills, even the most powerful masters can be suppressed when they unite.

Many onlookers immediately stepped back several steps and looked at Qiao Feng from afar.

On the contrary, Qiao Feng was not that surprised. He glanced around, looked at Xuan Ji and spoke slowly.

"Although I didn't steal the Yi Jin Jing from Shaolin, by coincidence, it is in my hands right now. If you want it, I will give it to you. As for the punishment, I can regard it as a slip of the tongue."

Xuan Ji glared angrily, "The Khitan thief has taken the Shaolin secret manual. I'm afraid it won't be possible to reveal it so easily."

Qiao Feng frowned and sneered, "Since Master Xuan Ji is so harsh with his words, let's see who wins with his hands."

As he spoke, Qiao Feng put his hands behind his back and looked proudly at the eighteen monks who surrounded him.

"Shaolin disciples, listen up and set up your formation."

Xuan Ji obviously didn't want to let Qiao Feng go so easily, so he immediately gave an order, and the Shaolin disciples made a loud noise, and the sound of long sticks whistling was heard.

Qiao Feng's eyes flashed with brilliance, his inner strength was concentrated in his arms, and his feet moved swiftly. In an instant, he had already avoided more than ten blows from the stick.

In the eyes of the onlookers, Qiao Feng just waved his arms to block and walked leisurely, avoiding all attacks, and it seemed that he was not under much pressure.

Upon seeing this, Xuan Ji immediately shouted, “Guard the Nine Lands.”

When the Shaolin disciples heard this, they immediately changed their formations. Like lightning, eighteen long sticks formed a huge net, trying to suppress Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng touched the ground with his toes, raised his hand to knock away a long stick on the left, and flew into the air, landing right at the intersection of the other seventeen long sticks.

"The Shaolin Arhat Formation is nothing special." Qiao Feng chuckled and shook his head.

Xuan Ji suddenly shouted: "Move like thunder..."

The formation changed again, and the internal forces intertwined together, making every counterattack by Qiao Feng seem like he was fighting against eighteen people at the same time.

"As immovable as a mountain... as fierce as fire."

As Xuan Ji's order came down, the formation changed unpredictably, completely trapping everyone in the field. Even the onlookers felt the powerful threat posed by the Arhat Stick Formation and could not help but retreat several steps.

Qiao Feng, who was in the formation, obviously began to dodge and block more frequently. He was nearly hit by a stick several times, causing him to gasp many times.

But every time it was just a little bit off, and Xuan Ji's face looked extremely heavy.

Only he understood that Qiao Feng was being too pretentious. He didn't want to waste even a bit of his energy, which meant he didn't take the Shaolin Arhat Stick Formation seriously.

"Solid as a rock." Xuan Ji shouted again, and he even gave two compliments from the outside.

He was familiar with the changes in the formation, and adding palm power into it would only threaten Qiao Feng and would not affect the formation.

The eighteen people immediately joined together, pulling each other with their internal energy, further suppressing Qiao Feng's space for movement.

"Qiao Feng is in trouble now."

"The reputation of the Shaolin Temple's Arhat Stick Formation is well-deserved. Moreover, this formation only has eighteen people. If it had one hundred and eight people, wow."

"I don't think so. Didn't you see that Hero Qiao didn't even use his full strength?"

"Nonsense, Qiao Feng, this Khitan dog, is obviously suppressed and cannot display his martial arts."

"You're talking nonsense. When Master Qiao takes action, he will beat these bald guys to a pulp."

"Hey, little beggar, you are not from the Beggars' Sect, are you? Qiao Feng is no longer the leader of the Beggars' Sect, and you are still speaking for him?"

"I just like to say, it's none of your business."

Outside the venue, people were talking non-stop. One young man and a short beggar started arguing, which attracted the attention of others.

It is obvious that this little beggar is not very old, and his tone of voice is childish. Most people in the world would not care about the words of a child.

But a woman came slowly from behind, her eyes swept across the whole place, and then moved to the little beggar. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.

The crowd here froze for a moment, then dispersed with a loud noise, making way for the woman.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a beggar before?"

The little beggar felt a little uncomfortable being stared at. He muttered something and shrank back into the crowd.

The young woman's lips curled up into a stunning smile, and her gaze shifted back to the battle on the field.

"Who is this? Why does everyone seem so scared of her?"

"Keep your voice down, this is Lian Xing, the Second Palace Master of Yihua Palace."

"I see. However, Palace Master Lianxing is so beautiful. It's a pity. I heard that he..."

"Shh, shut up, don't you want to live?"

Amidst the discussions, a head-on collision finally occurred between Qiao Feng and the Arhat stick formation.

boom……

"Xuan Ji, you are so shameless."

Qiao Feng looked coldly as he glanced at Xuan Ji outside the formation.

It turned out that Xuan Ji had been making continuous sneak attacks from outside the formation, which had annoyed Qiao Feng.

"When dealing with the Khitan thieves, I don't need to talk about the code of conduct."

Xuan Ji shouted.

Qiao Feng sneered, "Shaolin Temple is nothing more than this."

"what----"

Then Qiao Feng let out a long roar towards the sky, no longer concealing his Grandmaster status.

The surging internal force suddenly exploded, and the powerful Shaolin Arhat Stick Formation seemed particularly fragile at this moment and was shattered into pieces by the explosion of Qiao Feng's internal force.

Eighteen Shaolin masters vomited blood at the same time, their breathing became disordered, and they could no longer form a formation.

"Qiao Feng, you..."

Xuan Ji’s face turned pale.

"Xuan Ji, Qiao will only return one palm to you."

Qiao Feng suddenly mobilized his internal strength in his right palm. Along with the roar of a dragon, the palm force poured out like a mountain torrent, but there was still enough force to circulate. It was the most exquisite move of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, called "The Dragon Regrets".

"puff……"

Xuan Ji used all his internal energy to resist, but only a streak of vermilion was scattered in the air. The whole person flew backwards and hit the opposite wall, then fell to the ground, motionless.

"The first seat..."

Amid a burst of shouts, the Shaolin disciples panicked and surrounded Xuan Ji.

The onlookers were shocked. They didn't expect such a hasty ending.

"Mr. Qiao is mighty——"

Suddenly, a slightly delicate voice sounded in the dark crowd.

Everyone only heard the voice but did not see the person.

Qiao Feng's eyes turned and locked onto the little beggar, his mind slightly moved, wondering who this person was.

But the next second, Qiao Feng shifted his gaze to Lian Xing.

The woman opposite had a bit of childishness in her eyes, but her every frown and smile revealed a noble temperament. Her delicate facial features were flawless, and her embroidered palace dress set off her graceful figure.

Only her slightly tilted body made Qiao Feng's gaze linger for a moment longer.

"Yihua Palace, Lianxing?"

Qiao Feng asked out loud.

Lian Xing on the opposite side smiled and nodded slightly, "That's right, I have heard of Bei Qiao Feng's great name for a long time, and seeing him today is even more admirable than the legends say."

Qiao Feng bowed and said, "Thank you for the compliment. Palace Master, are you here for the Yi Jin Jing as well?"

"Of course not, I just happened to be in Luoyang and came to see the hero Qiao and satisfy my curiosity."

Qiao Feng understood everything and said, "It seems that I misunderstood. The internal skills of Yihua Palace are no less powerful than Yijinjing. I hope I can have a chance to see it in the future."

A look of surprise flashed across Lian Xing's eyes.

Not many people know about the Mingyu Gong of Yihua Palace.

Moreover, Mingyu Gong is a top-level internal martial art and is extremely suitable for women to practice. It is more suitable for them than Yi Jin Jing.

Although Qiao Feng looked like a rough and burly man, his tone seemed to indicate that he was very familiar with Ming Yu Gong.

Thinking of this, there was a hint of inquiry in Lian Xing's eyes.

Qiao Feng nodded towards Lian Xing and looked at the people around him.

"My fellow martial artists here, if anyone still wants to learn Yi Jin Jing, please step forward. I will accept all of them today."

There was an uproar in the field, only a group of monks with livid faces left, carrying the seriously injured Xuan Ji away in dejection.

"Who is your fellow martial artist? You are a Khitan thief, and everyone should kill you. I, Murong Fu, am ashamed to be on the same level as you. Today, I will rid the martial arts world of this evil."

The sword flashed, and a figure holding a long sword rushed into Qiao Feng's sight. It was Nan Murong, Murong Fu, a descendant of the royal family of Yan State.

At the same time, another person jumped into the arena, his hands posing as a spirit snake.

"Ouyang Ke from White Camel Mountain, together with Master Murong, has rid the martial world of evil."

"And me, Yue Buqun from Huashan."

"Count me in, He Taichong from the Kunlun Sect."

"Qiu Qianren of the Iron Palm Gang."

……

For a moment, there was silence in the field, and everyone looked at this scene in shock.