Heavens: Be a New Man: Chapter 577 flying dragon in the sky

Qiao Feng wants to fight, who can fight?

Qiao Feng wants to run, but who can stop him?

Even with He Xie's martial arts, he won't dare to say that he will win over Qiao Feng, because this person is the real God of War. You never know how much potential he will show.

In the end, the Shaolin monks tossed for half an hour, but still could not find any trace of Qiao Feng. The group of monks bowed their heads in dejection and remained relatively silent, feeling that their faces were really lost this time.

Just when they almost gave up, a cry for help suddenly came from the Bodhi Hall not far away.

More than a dozen high-ranking monks of the Xuanzi generation looked at each other and swept away almost simultaneously.

Entering the Bodhi Hall, I saw five little monks lying on the ground, unconscious.

With a heavy expression on Xuanbei's face, he volleyed five fingers, and immediately released their acupuncture points.

When the five monks woke up, seeing so many great leaders, they hurriedly saluted and shivered uncontrollably.

Xuantong stepped forward and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on? Who ordered your acupuncture points?"

"Returning to Uncle Shi, it's Zhiqing," said a little monk tremblingly, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a little monk behind Xuanci, he was shocked, jumped up suddenly, pointed at him, and exclaimed: "Zhiqing! Why are you secretly planning to be in the same family and stealing the scriptures behind the bronze mirror?"

The little monk he pointed at was taken aback: "Brother Zhizhan, what are you talking about!"

Zhi Zhan said angrily, "You kicked me and the other five and stole the scriptures, why are you acting stupid!"

Zhiqing also said angrily: "I've been by the abbot's side, how could I come to steal some scriptures?"

The two little monks were arguing endlessly, but the senior monks of the Xuanzi generation had different expressions and winked at each other.

Xuanci coughed lightly, and the two little monks immediately fell silent.

He sighed and said, "There must be something different about this matter. Just now Zhiqing was always by my side and didn't leave."

After a pause, he said again, "Mister brothers and sisters and nephews, please go back to the hospital to rest first, and those who have duties will continue to practice as usual."

The group of monks dispersed as ordered, leaving only three monks, Xuanci, Xuanbei, and Xuanji in the hall, with solemn expressions on their faces.

Xuanci suddenly said: "Amitabha, sin, sin!"

As soon as the eight characters came out, 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 pushed down with a palm from behind. Qiao Feng's face was depressed, and he raised a young monk with a terrified face and jumped out.

And this little monk is exactly the same as the previous Zhiqing who was robbed of his scriptures. Don't think about it, it's Azhu pretending to be.

How could the three monks allow Qiao Feng to escape, they all shouted loudly in the air, and everyone had already performed their own movements in mid-air, and Qi Qi then patted Qiao Feng behind him.

Qiao Feng was reluctant to fight recklessly. When his body fell, he grabbed the five-foot-tall bronze mirror that exposed him, turned his arms around, and blocked the screen like a shield behind him.

Only a loud bang was heard, and the three monks slammed the bronze mirror with their palms. The bronze mirror was torn apart, and one of them collapsed on Ah Zhu's heart. Ah Zhu spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out on the spot. !

With the help of this palm, Qiao Feng rushed out like an arrow from a string.

But as soon as he arrived at the door, he heard the evil wind blowing, and seven or eight figures rushed towards him!

It turned out that the previous monks of the Xuanzi generation did not actually leave, but were afraid that he would escape and intercepted him at the periphery.

Qiao Fengren was in the air, but suddenly made a heavy effort to sink down and landed on the ground, making everyone flutter in the air.

Without waiting for the monks to completely block his Quartet Road, he tapped the ground with his toes, his infuriating qi burst into action, and suddenly rushed up like fireworks, grabbing Arjun with one hand, and slapped three consecutive palms with the other.

Boom boom boom!

In an instant, a torrent of bright yellow infuriating qi poured out and ravaged the void.

The faces of all the monks changed drastically, and no one dared to take it hard, and they all used their body techniques to avoid them. However, when they stood firm and looked again, Qiao Feng had already carried the person and disappeared into the night.

Let people run away again!

The awkward atmosphere is spreading.

After a long silence, Xuanbei shook his head and sighed, "This person's martial arts skills are really amazing!"

Xuan Ji said solemnly: "The Qidan people are cruel and vicious. This person must be removed as soon as possible to avoid infinite trouble."

Xuan Bei hesitated slightly, but still said: "Old Na feels that this matter should be something else, this Shizhu Qiao is the righteous brother of Shizhu He, based on Lao Na's understanding of Shizhu He and his noble character, he should not As for marrying a vile person."

Xuan Ji snorted coldly: "Senior Brother Xuanbei, it's okay if you admire the descendant of the evil-proof sword in every possible way. Why is Qiao Feng, the beast who murdered his father and murdered his master, defended now?"

Xuan Bei's face was indifferent: "Amitabha, Lao Na is not defending anyone, but I feel that there are still many doubts about this matter and should not make a rash conclusion. Besides, the death of Junior Brother Xuan Ku should have nothing to do with this Master Qiao Shi."

"That might be the case!" Xuan Ji said coldly.

Xuan Ci was silent, just staring at the night sky, dazed.

He was still thinking about He Xie.

Where have you seen the man in gray?

Qiao Feng ran all the way to the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, and the resentment in his heart still lingered.

This time, Ping Bai took the blame for the gray clothed man, and he was really wronged. Now he has made such a big misunderstanding with the Shaolin Temple. I am afraid that it is difficult to argue, and Liang Zi has settled it.

On the path outside a dense forest, he stopped and put down the man in his hand. Just as he was about to drink and ask, the little monk immediately fell into a slack and curled up into a ball.

Qiao Feng was startled, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to probe his breath, only to feel that the breathing was very weak, and then he reached out to the little monk's chest to probe his heartbeat, only to feel that his hand was extremely soft, and Qiao Feng squeezed twice , his eyes widened, and he hurriedly retracted his hand.

"Woman, woman?"

Qiao Feng's heart was beating so fast~www.mtlnovel.com~ so big, it was the first time he touched a woman's place.

On the other side, He Xie was holding the little monk in one hand, still exerting all his strength.

Unlike Qiao Feng, he was holding a real monk.

At this time, he had already left the area of ​​Shaoshi Mountain and headed towards Taishi Mountain on the side.

Behind him, Xiao Yuanshan was chasing after him without letting up.

After leaving the Shaolin Temple, He Xie didn't hide his Qinggong anymore. Lingbo Microbuoy and Jinyan Gonggong were like flying dragons, and his speed was extremely fast.

And Xiao Yuanshan did everything he could, but he also pulled further and further away from He Xie, and the more he chased him, the more shocked he became.

There is an academy called Songyang Academy on the only road in the direction the two of them are going.

There is a cliff at the back of the courtyard, and there are pine trees on the edge of the cliff. There are two literati in Panasonic, who are admiring the moon near the pine.

One of them was old-fashioned, with a calm expression on his face, while the other had a white face and no beard, with lines on the corners of his eyes, standing respectfully behind the old man.

"Mr. Yichuan," the white-faced and beardless middle-aged scribe said respectfully, "Kong Wenzhong has died for six years, and Su Zizhan has also been demoted to Huizhou. The people who impeached Mr. have left Tokyo in the past few years. The day when I asked the teacher for advice in the Chongzheng Hall."

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