Zongwu: Whether the martial arts world is in chaos or not, I, Qiao Feng, have the final say

Qiao Feng used all his strength to perform Qinggong, and after just a few jumps, he had already reached the outside of the library.

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

Qiao Feng was about to take action, but found that the Sweeping Monk was healing him, so he stopped.

In terms of internal energy cultivation, the Sweeping Monk is stronger than he is now.

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

After a little contemplation, Qiao Feng stepped forward to use his internal energy to treat Xiao Yuanshan together.

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

The Sweeping Monk glanced at Qiao Feng, then lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.

"What's going on?"

Qiao Feng asked hurriedly.

The sweeping monk shook his head,"Your internal organs are injured, and you are just 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 considered to be a complete abandonment of all my previous treatments." Qiao Feng's heart was shocked.

Although he didn't recognize him, he couldn't deny the relationship between father and son.

Seeing Xiao Yuanshan being so seriously injured, Qiao Feng felt a different emotion in his heart. He opened his mouth but didn't say anything 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, please don't, 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.

"I, Xiao Yuanshan, have lived in a muddle-headed state for the past thirty years, with only hatred in my heart. Now I have repented, but 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 scene, Murong Bo, was also killed by me. My revenge was achieved.

"Feng'er, you have become a real hero. I have the face to see your mother. Remember, don't avenge me. Although Xuanci took the lead in the sniping, they have 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's heart tighten.

His breath was rapidly weakening.

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

"Also, the person who saved me was... Sikong... Zhaixing, he is still in prison, cough cough……"

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

Qiao Feng's mind was shaken, and he quickly sent his inner strength to stabilize his injuries.

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

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

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

With murderous intent suddenly appearing, Qiao Feng looked at the dense bamboo forest outside the Sutra Library.

"Amitabha……"

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

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

The Sweeping Monk slowly took a step back, with a little more emotion on his face, looking towards the bamboo forest. 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 of his mouth and nose again, and he coughed up blood. Qiao Feng half-knelt beside him, bloodshot in his eyes. Xiao Yuanshan smiled, closed his eyes, and his breathing became weaker.

But Qiao Feng did not give up. He looked solemn. He immediately circulated his internal energy with both palms, and the internal energy suddenly changed.

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

Everyone looked at this scene with different expressions, but they all tacitly understood that no one spoke, but 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 of them raised their palms and pressed them on Xiao Yuanshan's front and back. The internal force surged, pushing everyone present several steps forward.

Everyone was shocked and thought that these two people had such pure internal force.

Grandmasters such as Yao Yue were even more shocked.

The internal forces of these two people were so strong that they did not conflict with each other. Instead, they could work together to heal Xiao Yuanshan.

Time passed little by little. After half an hour, Qiao Feng and the sweeping monk closed their palms at the same time and used their energy to restore themselves.

The sweeping monk stood up and chanted the Buddha's name in just over ten breaths. His eyebrows were drooping, and everyone could not see his eyes clearly.

After thirty breaths, Qiao Feng also finished his energy.

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

Although the two had fought before, and Qiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan had killed Murong Bo because of it, but 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 he rest here for some time."

The Sweeping Monk nodded:"Of course, I asked him to rest 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 sent out the whistle arrows?"

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

Qiao Feng sighed helplessly, and 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 heroic invitations. He had kidnapped my biological father before and wanted to use it to threaten him, but my father was lucky and escaped, but he was also seriously injured."

Everyone looked at Xiao Yuanshan in astonishment.

Indeed, based on the situation just now, they all thought that Xiao Yuanshan was dead with such injuries. They didn't expect that Qiao Feng and the Sweeping Monk would be able to pull him back from the gates of hell.

What they didn't know was that this was the effect of the Yi Jin Jing.

Qiao Feng used the Yi Jin Jing to improve his internal strength, and the Sweeping Monk's Yi Jin Jing might have already reached the realm of perfection. The two of them worked together and barely kept Xiao Yuanshan alive.

If it were someone else, it probably wouldn't work.

But they just learned about Qiao Feng being threatened, and they couldn't 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 whispered to each other and couldn't help but discuss.

After a moment, Hong Qigong stepped forward first.

""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. Today, we, the Southern Beggars' Sect, will withdraw from the martial arts conference."

As soon as he took the lead, many people from other sects also spoke up.

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 over, and found that this person was a solemn monk, but dressed in foreign clothes.

He immediately guessed his 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. It is such an honor. But why didn't you answer the question just now?"

Qiao Feng said,"Why can't I answer it? 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 kill my father outside Yanmen Pass because someone deliberately instigated them, and that person was Murong Bo."

Jiu Mozhi laughed and said,"Really? Do you have any evidence, Mr. Qiao? Or do you know the leader? He is the culprit who caused you and your mother to be separated by life and death, and the father and son could not recognize each other for 30 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, and 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 Murong Fu, who asked Qiao Feng in a stern voice.