Those who remain to be enemies of the Tianxiahui, the largest and most powerful, are the Beggars Gang.
Because when it comes to the creation of mountains in the world, who will have the greatest impact is the Beggar Clan.
With a salary and martial arts skills, who would want to be a beggar who has to hand over most of the money he asks for?
In just ten days, nearly one-tenth of the members of the Beggar Gang left and went to the recruitment point of the Tianxiahui. Chen Guyan and a group of elders held an emergency meeting and were at a loss. At this moment, Shaolin sent envoys.
The two sides immediately hit it off.
Everyone in the Beggar Clan stayed behind, with firm expressions.
As He Xie said, it no longer matters about right or wrong, it only matters about life and death.
In addition to the beggar gang, there was also the iron-faced judge Shan Zheng and his family. These people looked at He Xie with unconcealed hatred in their eyes.
Wouldn’t it just cost you one of your hands, that’s all?
He Xie was disdainful, originally he wanted to recruit Shan Zheng.
Shan Zheng, Shan Zheng, you just lost one hand, but I lost one of my subordinates!
Qingcheng, Kongtong, Yunzhou Qinjiazhai, Luoyang Wangjia, Xiangxi Golden Sword Gate, Salt Gang, Hangzhou Iron Leader...
The people standing in front of He Xie and others are almost all big forces and sects in the martial arts world. In fact, it is understandable. After all, the world will recruit disciples, and it will have the greatest influence on these forces.
"Shengzhong, are you afraid?"
Facing the fierce enemy, He Xie looked back at Huang Shang with a smile on his face.
Huang Shang was actually panicking at this moment. He had never experienced such a big battle since he was a child.
But when He Xie asked, he couldn't show weakness, and said loudly, as if to cheer himself up: "Return to the Lord, my subordinates have nothing to fear!"
He Xie smiled and patted his shoulder, saying: "You still have to be afraid. Only by being afraid to the core can today's scene never happen again."
Huang Shang was thoughtful when he heard the words, and a lot of the panic in his heart was dissipated.
He Xie looked at Qi Liu again.
Qi Liu regretted so much that his intestines turned green.
When He Xie left Ziwei Palace, he actually took Qiao Feng with him. Qi Liu was a bit good at digging camps. He thought that following He Xie and Qiao Feng out would deepen his impression and make him look familiar, so he asked Qiao Feng to take him with him.
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Now he wants to kick himself to death. Why do he have to join in the fun? Are you okay now? Four people against three to five hundred people are dead!
But he is afraid of others. Seeing He Xie looking at him, he straightened his chest and laughed heartily: "Your Majesty, my subordinate can die with you today. It is really not a pity to die, hahaha...
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What the hell are you talking about?
Qi Liu laughed so much that he felt like crying and stopped talking. His key voice was trembling so much that his tone changed. Who couldn't tell that he was scared to death?
He Xie, Qiao Feng and Huang Shang looked at each other, then laughed together!
Qi Liu also blushed, knowing that he was embarrassed. He scratched his head and started laughing.
This smile made me feel much more relaxed.
"Qi Xingxing!" Qiao Feng smiled and patted his shoulder, "You will follow me later. As long as Qiao doesn't die, you will be fine!"
These words actually aroused Qi Liu's bloody temper, and he said loudly: "Master, Qi Liu is not just a piece of paper. The Gongsheng Sword back then has been called upon by no one for a long time!"
These words caused the three of them to laugh again.
He Xie laughed, stepped out of the crowd, pointed his sword at the heroes and shouted loudly: "Who will fight me?"
"I'm coming!" A senior monk of Xuan generation stood up. It was Xuan Gui, the newly promoted leader of Shaolin's Discipline Academy. He was Xuan Ci's best confidant. He had long hated He Xie in his heart. At this moment, he saw He Xie shouting.
Still able to bear it? He stood up right away!
He Xie smiled disdainfully and said: "You are no match for me, except for Xuanci, you Shaolin go together!"
"What a shameless statement!" Xuan Gui was furious, jumped up, stretched out his big hand like a cattail leaf fan, and grabbed He Xie head-on. He used the dragon gripper among the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin. Judging from his momentum, he was obviously very proficient in it.
but……
The next moment, the Xiao Lianjian in He Xie's hand had pierced his throat and gently threw his frozen body out.
Blood is thrown into the sky, this is the first drop of blood today.
Plop.
Xuan Gui's body fell heavily to the ground and made no sound.
The dignified Shaolin Xuan generation monk, in the hands of He Xie, could not even move away from him!
This scene moved everyone, and they were stunned on the spot for a moment.
Zheng!
He Xie flicked his sword lightly and said slowly: "If you don't want to die in vain, let's go together."
"Amitabha!" Shaolin monks chanted the Buddha's name in unison in sorrow. Immediately, all the eminent monks of the Xuan generation except Xuanci stood up.
The leader was Xuan Nan. He said to He Xie with a serious look on his face: "He Shouzun is very skilled in martial arts, but this is not a battle between the rivers and lakes, but a life and death battle. Please forgive me for not following the moral principles of the rivers and lakes, and we have to face the enemy side by side."
"That's exactly what it should be!" He Xie smiled faintly, then suddenly swayed and stepped back.
All the monks roared and rushed forward.
In an instant, figures were flying and they were already fighting together.
He Xie opened the battlefield, and Qiao Feng stepped forward, pointed at Xuanci, and shouted angrily: "Abbot Xuanci! Thirty years ago you killed my parents, and now you kill my mentor and frame Qiao. Today,
This account will be settled with you!"
Xuanci's face was neither sad nor happy, and his cassock was not moving in the wind. He said calmly: "I am about to learn from the master Qiao's clever move."
Qiao Feng's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly took a step forward, made a half-circle with his hands, and suddenly pushed forward with both palms!
It is the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon that sees the dragon in the field.
Xuanci's face was solemn, and he also used his internal strength to push out his palms. What he used was Shaolin's powerful Vajra Palm, whose power was no less powerful than the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
boom!
The four palms connected, and the energy suddenly exploded in all directions, and the heroes who were close were immediately thrown away.
Behind Qiao Feng, Qi Liu was hesitantly about to step forward to let the heroes see the power of his sharp sword. He was also caught by the two palms, and he immediately stumbled back a few steps before barely standing firm. This time, his momentum suddenly disappeared.
Vented.
Xuanci and Qiao Feng exchanged palms and said, "It's terrible. He didn't expect Qiao Feng's inner strength to be so deep. It shook his internal organs, made his blood surge, and he could hardly help but spurt out a mouthful of blood."
Qiao Feng didn't move at all, but he backed away.
Qiao Feng hated Xuan Ci so much that he shouted loudly and struck forward with his palm again.
Xuanci did not dare to neglect, and his cassock suddenly made a hunting sound, and he swung forward suddenly, trying to block Qiao Feng's fierce palm.
Unexpectedly, Qiao Feng's menacing palm reached in front of him, but suddenly turned into a soft hand wrapped around his fingers. He rolled his arm, paused, and then moved forward again.
Xuanci was completely caught off guard by this sudden change, and was immediately slapped on the chest by Qiao Feng. His face turned red on the spot, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and he flew backwards.
What Qiao Feng used was the Tai Chi that He Xie taught him.