Chapter five hundred and seventy seventh flying dragon in the sky
Qiao Feng wants to fight, who can defeat him?
Qiao Feng wants to run away, but who can stop him?
Even with He Xie's martial arts, he can't say that he can definitely defeat Qiao Feng without cheating, because this man becomes stronger when faced with a strong situation. He is a true god of war. You never know how much potential he will unleash.
In the end, the Shaolin monks struggled for half an hour, but still could not find any trace of Qiao Feng. The group of monks were all dejected and silent, feeling that they were really embarrassed this time.
Just when they had almost given up, a cry for help suddenly came from the Bodhi Hall not far away.
More than a dozen eminent monks of the Xuan generation looked at each other and rushed towards that direction almost at the same time.
Entering the Bodhi Hall, I saw five young monks lying on the ground, unconscious.
Xuanbei's face was heavy, and he fired five fingers in the air, immediately unblocking their acupuncture points.
When the five monks woke up and saw so many important leaders arriving, they hurriedly saluted in a mess and were trembling.
Xuan Tong stepped forward and asked in a deep voice: "What's going on? Who tapped your acupuncture points?"
"To my uncle, it's Zhiqing," a young monk said tremblingly. As he said this, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a young monk behind Xuanci. He was startled, jumped up suddenly, pointed at him and shouted angrily: "Zhiqing!
Why did you plot against your fellow disciples and steal the scriptures behind the bronze mirror?"
The young monk he pointed at was startled: "Senior Brother Zhizhan, what are you talking about!"
Zhizhan said angrily: "You kicked down five of us and stole the scriptures. Why are you pretending to be stupid!"
Zhiqing also said angrily: "I have always been by the abbot's side, how could I come here to steal some scriptures?"
The two young monks were arguing endlessly, but several senior monks of the Xuan generation had different expressions on their faces and winked at each other.
Xuanci coughed lightly, and the two young monks immediately fell silent.
He sighed and said, "There must be something special about this matter. Just now Zhiqing has been by my side and has not left."
After a pause, he added: "Junior brothers and nephews, please return to this hospital to rest on your own first. Those who have responsibilities will continue to perform their duties as usual."
The group of monks dispersed as ordered, leaving only three monks, Xuanci, Xuanbei, and Xuanji, with serious expressions on their faces.
Xuanci suddenly said: "Amitabha, sin, sin, sin!"
As soon as these eight characters were spoken, the three monks suddenly flew up and attacked the back of the Buddha statue from three different directions!
Boom!
The next moment, the Buddha statue was knocked down by someone's palm from behind. Qiao Feng looked depressed and jumped out holding a young monk with a look of horror on his face.
And this young monk is clearly exactly the same as Zhiqing who was responsible for stealing scriptures before. Needless to say, it is A'Zhu pretending to be.
How could the three monks allow Qiao Feng to escape? They all shouted loudly. They had already used their movements in mid-air, and they all shot at Qiao Feng's back.
Qiao Feng didn't want to fight hard. As his body fell, he grabbed the five-foot-tall bronze mirror that exposed him, turned his arms and wrists, and blocked the screen behind him like a shield.
There was only a loud "dang" sound, and the palms of the three monks hit the bronze mirror together. The bronze mirror immediately fell into pieces. One of the pieces collapsed on A'Zhu's heart. A'Zhu spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the spot.
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And Qiao Feng used this palm to shoot out like an arrow from a string.
But as soon as he reached the door, he heard the evil wind blowing in his face, and seven or eight figures rushed towards him!
It turned out that the previous eminent monks of the Xuan generation did not leave, but were afraid that he would escape and intercepted him on the outside.
Qiao Feng was in mid-air, but he suddenly used the skill of a thousand-jin drop to sink instantly and landed on the ground, making everyone jump into the air.
Before the monks could completely block all directions around him, he tapped his toes on the ground, and his true energy suddenly started to fly up like fireworks. He grabbed A'Zhu with one hand and slapped three palms in a row with the other.
Boom boom boom!
In an instant, a bright yellow torrent of true energy poured out and wreaked havoc in the void. It was exactly the move of Flying Dragon in the Sky among the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
The expressions of all the monks changed greatly. No one dared to confront him head-on, and they all used their body skills to avoid him. However, when they stood still and looked again, Qiao Feng had already disappeared into the night with the man in his hand.
Let someone run away again!
The awkward atmosphere is spreading.
After a long silence, Xuanbei shook his head and sighed: "This man's martial arts skills are truly amazing!"
Xuanji looked solemn and said: "The Khitan people are cruel and vicious. This person must be eliminated as soon as possible to avoid endless trouble."
Xuanbei hesitated slightly, but still said: "I feel that there must be another reason for this matter. This Donor Qiao is the adopted brother of Donor He. Based on my understanding of Donor He and his noble character, I should not be
As for sworn sworn relationship with a despicable person."
Xuan Ji snorted coldly: "Senior Brother Xuanbei, it's okay for you to praise the heir of the Evil Exorcist Sword in every possible way. Why are you now defending Qiao Feng, a beast who killed his father and his teacher?"
Xuanbei's face was indifferent: "Amitabha, I am not defending anyone, I just feel that there are many doubts about this matter and should not be rashly concluded. Besides, the death of Junior Brother Xuanku must have nothing to do with this donor Qiao."
"That's not even possible!" Xuan Ji said coldly.
Xuanci remained silent, just looking at the night sky, lost in thought.
He was still thinking about He Xie.
Where did you see that man in gray?
Qiao Feng ran all the way to the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, the anger still lingering in his heart.
This time, Ping Bai took the blame for the man in gray, and he was really unjustly accused. Now he had such a big misunderstanding with the Shaolin Temple, and it was hard to argue with him, so Liang Zi was finally settled.
On a small road outside a dense forest, he stopped, put down the person in his hand, and was about to shout, but as soon as his feet touched the ground, the young monk immediately collapsed and curled up into a ball.
Qiao Feng was startled, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to detect his breathing, only to feel that the breathing was faint and faint. He then reached out to the young monk's chest to detect his heartbeat, and felt that his hand was extremely soft. Qiao Feng squeezed it twice.
, his eyes widened, and he quickly retracted his hand.
"F-woman?"
Qiao Feng's heart was beating very fast.
This is the first time in his life that he has touched a woman.
On the other side, He Xie was holding the young monk in one hand and still performing Qing Kung with all his strength.
The difference from Qiao Feng is that what he is holding is a real monk.
At this time, he had already left the Shaoshi Mountain area and headed towards Taishi Mountain on one side.
Behind him, Xiao Yuanshan was chasing after him without letting up at all.
Once outside the confines of the Shaolin Temple, He Xie no longer hid his Qinggong skills. He added the Lingbo Microsteps and the Golden Wild Goose Kung Fu, making him as fast as a flying giant and reaching the ultimate speed.
But Xiao Yuanshan tried his best, but he was getting further and further away from He Xie, and the more he chased, the more frightened he became.
Just on the road that the two of them must pass in the direction they are going, there is an academy called Songyang Academy.
There is a cliff behind the courtyard, and there are pine trees on the edge of the cliff. There are two scholars under the pine tree, admiring the moon by the pine trees.
One of them is old and has a calm expression on his face, while the other is white and beardless, with lines at the corners of his eyes, standing respectfully behind the old man.
"Mr. Yichuan," the white-faced middle-aged scribe said respectfully, "Kong Wenzhong has been dead for six years, and Su Zizhan has also been demoted to Huizhou. The people who impeached Mr. Yichuan have left Tokyo in recent years. Officials often say that they miss being here very much.
The day when I ask for advice from my husband in the Chongzheng Palace."