hiss!

The sound of breathing sounded neatly as if it had been trained in Juxian Village. The heroes of various sects looked at the trembling eight-sided Han sword in disbelief and the middle-aged man who was struggling under the sword. A feeling called fear took root in the hearts of many people.

This handsome middle-aged man is not a character of Amao and Agou. He is a very famous swordsman in the world. He is a righteous and wealthy person. He has also made many villains suffer. When he was young, he killed thirteen bandits in a single sword in one day and gained the title of a gentleman sword. In Juxianzhuang, where the heroes gather, not everyone dares to say that he can win him. Such a master was nailed to the ground with a sword. He saw that he was about to die on the spot, but he never saw the person who took action. How could he not make everyone panic?

"But I don't know which friend came here, why don't you show up and do that despicable plot? Are you afraid of our heroes' methods?" A calm voice sounded, but You Ji, the owner of the You family, saw that the morale of the army was unstable. Although he was afraid of this person in his heart, he had to stand up with a sharp tongue. At this time, he said loudly, a bright and upright spirit made people feel disgusted. The heroes also secretly praised him in their hearts. As expected, the good man, the originally restless hearts settled a lot for a while, which made the leaders of the crowd sigh in relief. If the people's hearts are unstable, then the advantage of this battle will be 30%. When the battle is in a mess, I don't know how many more people will die. These sects of the Jianghu kill people without blinking, but they care for the lives of their disciples.

"Hmph, what a despicable plot, who was plotting against me, Brother Qiao just now? Who poisoned me, Brother Qiao?" A voice came from afar, and the weak gossip was clearly heard in everyone's ears. Everyone could hear the disdain and irony in this person's words. Such internal skills made everyone present look slightly, and they looked in the direction of the sound. They saw a black shadow running towards the place. With the sound of explosions, their bodies pulled out afterimages. However, after a few breaths, they had arrived at Juxianzhuang, but it was a young traveler wearing a strong suit and a headband. It was Chen Fei!

After Chen Fei arrived at Juxian Village, he ignored the You brothers who wanted to make a few polite words. He quickly walked towards Qiao Feng, who was already a little unsteady. He just reached out to hold him and smelled a stench. It was so toxic that it was violent, but it had become purulent in a short time. He frowned and stretched out his hand to touch several large acupoints on Qiao Feng's chest. He held his hands and slowly transmitted his internal strength to help Qiao Feng fight the poison. Only then did everyone in the field realize that Qiao Feng was really poisonous. Many people thought in their hearts that Qiao Feng was equivalent to a useless person at this time, and this sword from the air killed the Junzi Sword.

The master was also driving away the poison for Qiao Feng, afraid that it was the best time to kill these two people. He secretly took out his weapons. Before he could do anything, he saw the Beggars' Gang coming out, lined up in front of Chen Fei and Qiao Feng, separating the two from the people in the village. The first one was a tall and strong man with white beard and white hair, holding a pair of inverted iron maces in his hand. He was the old senior elder Song who had been in the world for decades. He didn't know what the Beggars' Gang meant. He looked at the Beggars' Gang with weapons in his hand. At this moment, the Juxian Village had a strange silence.

Elder Song leaned on the ground with a pair of iron maces. The bluestone ground was like mud. A pair of tiger eyes swept to the heroes from all directions and said in a deep voice: "We have made an appointment to deal with the evil demon Qiao Feng here, how can we use evil demon methods? It was wrong to poison before. At this time, do you have to take advantage of others' danger? It seems that our heroes are different from this evil demon? When this person has finished expelling the poison, we will do this devil's move. At that time, the old beggar is the first to step forward to set the first for all the heroes!" These words were loud and reasonable.

With evidence, everyone present could not speak, but they all understood it very well. The Beggars' Sect still missed Qiao Feng. Even now, most people in the Beggars' Sect don't believe that these evil things were done by Qiao Feng, and they still think that Qiao Feng is the leader of his Beggars' Sect. The heroes are determined to speak, but looking at the serious expression on the faces of these old seniors, they can't speak. They are silent for a moment. Chen Fei, who is driving away poison to Qiao Feng, smiles flashed away. He is no longer distracted, and has done his best to drive away the poison and treat the wounds of Qiao Feng.

After a stick of incense, Chen Fei looked at Qiao Feng's wound and no longer had pus flowing out, and he also secretly breathed. The fierceness of this poison was far beyond Chen Fei's imagination. If it weren't for both of them who were well-versed in internal skills, they would really have to turn it over hard. He took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, and said with a lazy smile as if he was five years ago, "Brother, this is the secret golden sore medicine made by Shaolin. Why don't you apply it quickly?" Looking at Chen Fei's face as familiar as in previous years, Qiao Feng felt a daze in his heart - he thought that the whole world was enemies, but he didn't want to have another brother standing beside him! He sighed in his heart, and did not want to say more. After taking the golden sore medicine, he poured it on the sword wound. The blood that was originally constantly oozing slowly stopped. The speed of effect was far beyond what the doctor in the martial arts world could sell. Chen Fei asked with a smile: "Can brother still fight?"

"Hahahaha, what's wrong? You and my brothers join forces to fight together today!" Qiao Feng was stunned, then laughed loudly, without any signs of weakness after being poisoned, but became more and more arrogant and heroic. His words actually regarded the heroes in the courtyard as nothing, and his heroic spirit made people sigh.

At this moment, a middle-aged monk stepped forward and whispered the Buddha's name to Chen Fei and asked: "This traveler, but I don't know what it has to do with me, Shaolin? I have Shaolin elixir, and I can also master my unique skills of Shaolin in the eight-step rush to drive Zen?" A pair of eyes stared at Chen Fei. He was tall and his hands were thick and thick, and his hands were different from ordinary people. He obviously had practiced some kind of unique skills, but he was the largest among the people who came to Shaolin this time. His magic name was Xuanbei. The previous generation of Shaolin traveled all over the world, and his powerful Vajra Palms were also famous all over the world. Seeing him asking questions, the heroes in the village were not in a hurry to take action. They thought in their hearts that they knew the way this person would be easier to deal with when they were fighting later, but they just watched Chen Fei answer.

Seeing him dressed in familiar Shaolin costumes, Chen Fei sighed in his heart that this fuss would be difficult to enter Shaolin again in the future. The master who has given him this skill may not see him again. He felt a little sad for a moment, but...

Never regret it!

It is just to keep the lives of these elite disciples with Shaolin so that they will not be able to meet the emperor.

Thinking of this, he immediately smiled and said, "You will know my name, but this time, Shaolin didn't know the truth, so he got into the world without knowing the truth, so he deserves punishment! This time, Shaolin disciples immediately returned to Shaoshi Mountain and faced the wall in the back mountain for ten years!" At the beginning, his words were tender, but later he almost scolded the younger generation, and finally threw something at Xuan Ge. After these words, not only did the heroes in the martial arts world stunned, but Qiao Feng was also shocked, and almost gave birth to the idea of ​​his righteous brother suffering from some emergency and burning his head.

The entire Juxianzhuang was silent for a moment, but a burst of laughter broke out in an instant, all of which mocked Chen Fei for being bold and arbitrary. All the dirty words were almost unpleasant. Chen Fei seemed to have never heard of them at all. At this time, he still looked at Xuan Ze opposite him with a smile. The Shaolin walking world was holding a string of ancient Buddhist beads, and his face was changing in a constant state. Finally, he sighed lightly, folded his hands and leaned over to salute slightly, but the dry voice made the sarcastic expressions of the heroes present stiffen instantly.

"Disciple Xuanmo, obey the orders of the master and uncle!"
Chapter completed!