This loud shout was like a dragon roar, shocking and showing a profound internal cultivation. If Qiu Qianren stopped shouting, the heroes would be shocked by the sound, but at this moment they felt that it was just Er, but the name of "Qiao Feng" was shocking.

As soon as the shout fell, the squeaking sound of the wheels rotating. A mule pulled a big cart and walked slowly from outside the village. A high-spirited man stood in the coachman's seat, with a wide mouth on his side, thick eyebrows and tiger eyes. At this time, he put his hands on his hips and held the whip in the other hand, looking at the heroes. It was Qiao Feng. The carriage behind him was covered with blue cloth curtains, and he didn't know what was installed.

At this moment, a person suddenly jumped under the high wall in the corner of the house. While everyone's eyes were focused on Qiao Feng, they quickly rushed to Tan Qing, the "soul-chasing stick", holding the body, turned around and ran away. In the blink of an eye, they came to the high wall, trying to pass by.

Many people among the heroes recognized this person and couldn't help but exclaim: "Yun Zhonghe?" If you want to chase him, how can you have time?

Seeing this, Qiu Qianren couldn't help but laugh, waved his palm at Yun Zhonghe, and saw the latter suddenly stopping, then collapsed like noodles, and then fell softly and silently. When he fell down, the heroes exclaimed, and it turned out that there was a pendant palm print on the high wall in front of him. It seemed that Qiu Qianren slashed the air with a palm. The palm force not only penetrated Yun Zhonghe's body, but also penetrated a thick bluestone wall with a palm-wide palm in front of him.

The heroes are well-known and they usually have a high opinion of themselves in their own territory. However, such powerful palm power, I have never even heard of it. At this time, Qiao Feng and hero feast have a sense of boringness in the ambitions.

Qiao Feng was also quite shocked. He knew that there were many crises here, but he still came to visit Zhu. Although he was seeking medical treatment for Azhu's injuries, his trust in his martial arts and his deep belief in his martial arts was also an extremely important reason. However, when he saw Qiu Qianren's shocking martial arts, his self-confidence was not as strong as before.

Qiao Feng jumped out of the car, clasped his fists and said, "I'm here Qiao Feng, may I ask this hero for his honorary name."

Qiu Qianren sat upright and bowed slightly, "Fu Qianren is down."

Qiao Feng racked his brains to think of the name "Quo Qianren", but he had no impression and said in his mind: "How come I don't know such a master? Could it be that he was a hermit who lived in seclusion, or..." He was shocked and asked seriously: "Mr. Qiu, what is your relationship with the Song Dynasty court?"

Qiu Qianren replied, "It doesn't matter." As soon as he said this, not only Qiao Feng, but even many of the heroes were secretly relieved.

Xue Muhua said: "Mr. Qiu, why did you come here? But join us in the fight against Qiao Feng, the evil thief?"

Qiu Qianren said: "No."

Xue Muhua said again: "But help Qiao Feng?"

Qiu Qianren said: "Not it."

After he denied it twice, everyone present was confused. The person in front of him was mysterious, his position was unclear, and his martial arts were extremely high. How could the hero conference be carried out when everyone was afraid of being afraid of the rat?

Qiu Qianren looked at the faces of the heroes and said, "Don't care, everyone is here by chance, so everyone just treats me as an idle person watching the fun."

Xue Muhua hurriedly said, "Since Mr. Qiu has already expressed his neutrality, that's the best. Please sit here to serve tea."

Qiu Qianren glanced at him and did not answer.

Suddenly, the curtain of the big cart pulled by the mule was lifted from the inside, revealing an ugly girl's face. The girl said, "Brother Qiao, what's wrong? Why is it so quiet outside? But Juxianzhuang has arrived?"

Qiao Feng hurriedly approached and said, "Yes, this is Juxianzhuang, and Dr. Xue is here. Ah Zhu, you are saved!"

The girl named Azhu showed joy on her face, looked out of the car, and looked sad again, saying, "Brother Qiao, there are so many people in the martial arts world here, I'm afraid they will make things difficult for you. You'd better go by yourself. If you are implicated by Azhu's life, it's Azhu's sin."

Qiao Feng said: "Don't worry, I have my own opinions! It's windy outside, so you go back to the carriage first and allow me to talk to Dr. Xue."

Upon hearing this, Azhu said "Oh" well and retracted back to the car.

Qiao Feng bowed to Xue Muhua and said, "Doctor Xue, please! I, Qiao Feng, came here to pay homage to you, because the little girl in the car received serious internal injuries and her life was in a short time. So I came to ask you, hope you can uphold the kindness of the doctor and save her. Qiao Feng felt that there will be a reply within five of them!"

His words were beyond the expectations of the heroes, and many people looked at him with a look of surprise. Qiao Feng was not afraid, stood upright, just looking at Xue Muhua.

Xue Muhua came up and said to Qiao Feng: "Please take my pulse."

Qiao Feng turned his body and said, "Please!" He rushed to the carriage and said, "Miss Azhu, Dr. Xue is here to take the pulse." As soon as he finished speaking, a gap was opened on the curtain, and a slender jade wrist stretched out from the carriage.

Xue Muhua closed his eyes and took his pulse, opened his eyes for a long time, let go of his hands, and said, "This girl was injured by Shaolin's Great Vajra Palm."

Qiao Feng said happily: "It is Master Xuanci's powerful Vajra Palm. Doctor Xue's medical skills are indeed brilliant. Qiao Feng admires it! Please use your wonderful skills to treat Miss Azhu's injuries."

Unexpectedly, Xue Muhua rolled his eyes and said, "Why should I treat her?"

Qiao Feng was stunned and said, "You are a doctor, the so-called doctor's parents' heart..."

Xue Muhua laughed for a while, suddenly cold down and said sternly: "My parents are for the people of Song who have conscience and shame, not the Khitan dog thief who are heartless!"

Qiao Feng said angrily: "What did you say!" He stepped forward and grabbed Xue Muhua's pulse, and said: "The person surnamed Qiao has a clear conscience. If you say you have never done it, you have never done it! Besides, why do you and me involve the innocent Miss Azhu?"

Xue Muhua broke out in cold sweat from his forehead and said to himself: "I have saved people all my life, and I have only been begged for others. I have never been forced. The more you do this, the less I am going to save me! Besides, what kind of good person can I be with you? Maybe I am also a spy in the Khitan who wants to be unfavorable to me in the Song Dynasty. I am not talented and a great Song Dynasty person, and I will never help the evildoer!"

Qiao Feng shouted angrily: "You!" He raised his other palm high, but he was slow to fall, and he seemed quite hesitant.

Seeing this, the heroes drew their swords and shouted loudly: "Doctor Xue said it well!" "We are the Song people, how can we allow the Khitan dog thieves to clamor here!" "Thief Qiao Feng! Let Doctor Xue be released quickly, and I can give you some fun!"

When Qiao Feng heard the shouting of heroes, he was in a dilemma again. When he was wandering, he suddenly felt a great force coming from Xue Muhua, who was locked by his pulse, but he couldn't control it. He was broken free from the constraints of the other party and flew back to the other side.

Qiao Feng was shocked and wanted to fly to chase him, but was pushed to him by a force. He took three steps in a row before he could stand still. He opened his tiger's eyes wide, looked at a person on the east side, and asked loudly: "What is Mr. Qiu's intention?"

Qiu Qianren stretched out his hands, retracted one hand, pulled Xue Muhua over, moved it to his seat at the top; pushed the other hand flat, and pushed Qiao Feng away with the power of the palm of the air.

Qiu Qianren smiled and said, "Brother Qiao, don't be anxious. I just think that since you are here to seek medical treatment, you must maintain minimum respect for the doctor." He turned to Xue Muhua, who was shocked and determined, and said, "Doctor Xue, this is your fault. The doctor's parents' hearts, when they see the patient coming to him, their lives will be in a flash, so of course they will be treated. If you are really a traitor, a hero will kill him after the injury is cured! What a Song and Liao people, whether it is evil or not, is not something you should be a doctor."

He talked freely, Xue Muhua's face was sometimes white and sometimes red, and he was silent. The heroes also looked at each other, with incredible expressions in their eyes. Only Qiao Feng nodded repeatedly and said intimidatingly: "Odd and Odd! If the time was not right today, and I was afraid of implicating this person, I would have to find an opportunity to make a drunk together with him! This person's words are like my confidant!"

Xue Muhua thought about it and felt that it was not worth it to offend a master in order to save a little girl, so he nodded and said, "Mr. Qiu said very well, I should treat this girl myself. But she has no identity..."

Qiu Qianren interrupted: "She is the maid of the Murong family in Gusu, and the daughter of Duan Zhengchun, the king of Dali Town,."

As soon as these words came out, there was a huge uproar in the venue. There was a sudden burst of discussion.

Xue Muhua said in surprise: "Are you serious?"

Qiu Qianren said: "Take it seriously!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was puzzled, but their voices became much smaller. Everyone thought that although this person had a mystery, his martial arts skills were extremely high and his attitude was so certain. I think what he said was true. Even Qiao Feng showed a look of astonishment in his eyes. He only knew that Azhu was Murong Fu's maid, but he didn't know that she had the identity of a noble lady of the Dali royal family. It was incredible.

Only Ah Zhu in the carriage had a pale face and her hands tightly grasped the lapel. She wanted to get out of the carriage and find out what was going on, but she was worried about the bad mood in the scene and finally could not bear it.

Xue Muhua took a deep breath and said, "Since Mr. Qiu is confident, I dare not disbelief. This girl is not only a maid from Nan Murong and a descendant of the Duan family of Dali, but also a person from the Central Plains martial arts world. I should do my best to treat her. The injury of the Dali Vajra palm cannot be delayed, so I also ask for a contract... Mr. Qiao helped the person to the backyard room, and I immediately treated her."

When the heroes heard this, they were very dissatisfied. Xue Muhua said this clearly to mean that the hero conference was over and everyone dispersed. For this conference, everyone was in a hurry and excited manner, and they were determined to do a big thing. It ended like a slash, which was unacceptable to most people.

A Shaolin monk suddenly stood up and said, "Doctor Xue, wait! Now I have something to do. I need to explain it clearly in front of all the heroes. I, Shaolin, cannot be injustice!"

Xue Muhua looked at the voice and found that this person was Master Xuannan of Shaolin Temple. He had a famous martial arts world with his skill "The World in the Sleeve" and said, "Master, please tell me. I will listen with all the heroes."

Xuannan said slowly: "This donor Qiao kept saying that Miss Azhu was injured by the powerful Vajra palm of the abbot of my temple, Brother Xuanci. However, as far as I know, Brother Xuanci has always been compassionate and rarely goes out in the temple. How could he hurt a little girl? The reason for this is that I really don't understand. Please help Donor Qiao solve my doubts!" ​​After that, he used a pair of eyes that emitted glitter to firmly cover Qiao Feng.
Chapter completed!