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

Once the Shaolin Temple Arhat Stick Formation was deployed, the power would increase dramatically with the cooperation of the Shaolin disciples.

Especially since the eighteen people at the scene all had first-class martial arts skills, even the top masters would be suppressed if they united.

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

Qiao Feng was not surprised at all. He glanced around and looked at Xuan Ji and spoke slowly.

"Although I did not steal the Yi Jin Jing from Shaolin, by coincidence, it is in my hands now. If you Shaolin want it, I will give it to you. As for the punishment, I will take it as a slip of the tongue."

Xuan Ji glared at him,"You Khitan thief, you took the Shaolin secret manual, I am afraid it will not be possible to get away with it so easily."

Qiao Feng frowned and sneered,"Since Master Xuan Ji is not forgiving with his words, let's see who wins with his hands."

As he said that, Qiao Feng put his hands behind his back and looked proudly at the 18 monks who surrounded him.

"Shaolin disciples, listen up and form the formation."

Xuan Ji obviously didn't want to let Qiao Feng go so easily, so he gave the order immediately. The Shaolin disciples clamored and the long sticks whistled.

Qiao Feng's eyes flashed, his inner strength gathered in his arms, and his feet moved quickly, but in an instant, he had avoided more than ten stick attacks.

In the eyes of the onlookers, Qiao Feng just waved his arms to block, and walked leisurely, dodging all the attacks, and it didn't seem to be much pressure.

Seeing this, Xuan Ji immediately shouted:"Guard the nine places."

When the Shaolin disciples heard this, the formation changed immediately, like a thunderbolt, eighteen long sticks formed a huge net, trying to suppress Qiao Feng.

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

"The Shaolin Arhat Formation is nothing more than this." 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 it seem as if Qiao Feng was fighting against eighteen people at the same time with each counterattack.

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

As Xuan Ji gave the order, the formation changed constantly, completely trapping everyone in the field. Even the crowd watching felt the powerful threat brought by the Arhat stick formation and could not help but retreat a few steps.

Qiao Feng in the formation began to dodge and block more frequently, and was almost hit by a stick several times, causing many low cries.

But each time it was just a little bit off, and Xuan Ji looked extremely heavy.

Only he understood that Qiao Feng was too pretentious. He didn't want to waste any more energy, that is, he didn't take the Shaolin Arhat stick formation seriously.

""It's as solid as a rock." Xuan Ji shouted again, and he even praised twice on the periphery.

He was familiar with the changes in the formation. The addition of palm power would only threaten Qiao Feng and would not affect the formation.

The eighteen people immediately joined the formation, and their internal forces pulled each other, further suppressing Qiao Feng's space for movement.

"Qiao Feng is in trouble now"

"The Shaolin Temple Arhat Stick Formation is well-deserved of its reputation. Moreover, this formation only has 18 people. If it had 108 people,"

"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 are talking nonsense. When the hero Qiao takes action, he will beat these bald guys into 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. A young man and a short beggar started arguing, which attracted the attention of others.

It was obvious that the little beggar was not very old, and his tone was immature. Generally, people in the martial arts world would not pay attention to the words of a child.

But a woman came slowly from behind, her eyes swept across the venue, and moved to the little beggar. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was a flash of surprise in her eyes.

After a moment of stagnation, the crowd dispersed with a clatter, 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 grumbled and shrank back into the crowd.

The young woman smiled in amazement and turned her gaze back to the battle in the field.

"Who is this? Why do people seem so scared of her?"

"Speak softly, this is Lian Xing, the second palace master of Yihua Palace."

"I see. However, Palace Master Lian Xing is so beautiful. But it’s a pity that I heard that he……"

"Hush , shut up, don’t you want to live?"

Amid the discussion, Qiao Feng and the Arhat stick formation finally collided head-on.

……

"Xuan Ji, you are so shameless.

Qiao Feng looked at Xuan Ji outside the formation with a cold gaze.

It turned out that Xuan Ji had attacked continuously from outside the formation, which 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."

"ah————"

Then Qiao Feng raised his head and let out a long roar, his Grandmaster cultivation no longer concealed.

The surging internal force suddenly burst out, and the mighty Shaolin Arhat Stick Formation seemed particularly fragile at this moment, and was shattered by Qiao Feng's internal force explosion.

The eighteen Shaolin masters vomited blood at the same time, their breath was scattered, 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 strike to you."

Qiao Feng suddenly mobilized his internal force with his right palm, and with the sound of a dragon's roar, the palm force poured down like a mountain torrent, but there was still enough force to swirl around. It was the most exquisite move of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, the Dragon's Regret.

"puff……"

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

"First……"

Amidst the shouts, the Shaolin disciples panicked and gathered around Xuan Ji.

The onlookers were shocked, not expecting such a hasty ending.

"The mighty hero Qiao——"

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

Everyone could only hear the voice, but could not see the person.

Qiao Feng turned his eyes and locked onto the little beggar. He wondered who this person was.

But Qiao Feng moved his eyes to Lian Xing the next second.

The woman opposite had a little childish look in her eyes, but her every frown and smile revealed a noble temperament. Her delicate features were flawless, and her splendid palace dress set off her graceful figure.

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

"Yihua Palace, Lianxing?"

Qiao Feng asked.

Lianxing on the opposite side smiled and nodded slightly,"That's right, I have heard of the great name of Qiao Feng from the North for a long time, and seeing him today is even more admirable than the legend."

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 I came to see the hero Qiao and satisfy my curiosity."

Qiao Feng said with a look of understanding:"It seems that I misunderstood. The internal strength of Yihua Palace is not inferior to Yijinjing. I hope that Qiao will have the opportunity to see it in the future."

Surprise flashed in Lianxing's eyes.

Not many people know about Yihua Palace's Mingyu Gong.

Moreover, Mingyu Gong is a top-level internal strength, and it is very suitable for women to practice, more suitable for them than Yijinjing.

This Qiao Feng looks like a rough man, and from his tone, he seems to know Mingyu Gong very well.

Thinking of this, Lianxing's eyes became more inquiring.

Qiao Feng nodded to Lianxing and looked at the people around him.

"Fellow martial artists present here, if you still want to learn Yi Jin Jing, please step forward. Qiao will accept all of them today."

There was an uproar in the field, and only a group of monks, with sullen faces, carried the seriously injured Xuan Ji away in disgrace.

"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 entered Qiao Feng's sight. It was Murong Fu, the descendant of the Yan royal family, Nan Murong.

At the same time, another person jumped into the arena, his hands in the shape of a spirit snake.

"Ouyang Ke from Baituo Mountain, together with Mr. Murong, eliminated evil in the martial arts world"

"And me, Huashan Yue Buqun"

"Count me in, He Taichong of 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.