Selling jars in Xueyue City, Li Hanyi comes to visit

Xiao Feng's body became red with blood, and a green raging energy emanated from his surroundings!

The powerful energy formed a surging airflow, carrying leaves and dust flying all over the sky.

Seeing this scene, all the Jianghu people present were shocked.

Everyone was stunned.

I thought that Xiao Feng's most powerful kung fu was the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, the Beggar Gang's Dog Beating Stick Method, the Shaolin Dragon Capturing Skill, etc., but I didn't expect Xiao Feng to be so well hidden.

Lu Wushuang and Cheng Ying in the crowd opened their mouths wide.

The eyes were so big that they were almost as big as a lantern.

Even the always naughty A Zi was completely stunned in place, staring at Xiao Feng's figure with a pair of big eyes and couldn't say a word.

At this time, the figure of Jiumozhi~ appeared again in the crowd.

Just now, because he was severely injured by Xiao Feng, Jiumozhi didn't want to lose face in front of the martial arts heroes, so he hurried to escape.

After spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, he turned back.

He was a little curious. What was the melody that sounded when Xiao Feng attacked?

It was because of that thing that distracted him and made him lose to Xiao Feng.

Unexpectedly, he saw the scene in front of him just after returning.

Jiumozhi's pupils shrank sharply.

The expression on his face was extremely shocked.

I wondered what kind of moves Qiao Feng was doing?

Even Hong Qigong and the old naughty boy were very curious.

What kind of martial arts moves were these?

The old monk was in the Sutra Library and had read countless books, but he had never seen such a strange change in moves. It was really weird.

Xiao Feng was more powerful than he thought.

The sweeping monk's pupils shrank, and his expression finally changed slightly.

But it was only a slight change.

He had lived for more than two hundred years, and had been promoted to the immortal realm for more than sixty years. Xiao Feng in front of him was only in his thirties. No matter how strong he was or how talented he was, how could he compare with himself!

To put it bluntly, dealing with him was as easy as killing an ant.

The sweeping monk was determined to bring Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo into Shaolin.

"Amitabha!"

The sweeping monk chanted the Buddha's name, and a golden light of Buddhism spread around him. The true power of Buddhism surged, and the sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures could be vaguely heard, which made people unable to help but be distracted.

"Swoosh~"

Xiao Feng's figure disappeared from the spot at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

The pupils of the crowd shrank sharply.

When he reacted again, Xiao Feng had already fought several rounds with the Sweeping Monk.

The air was surging around, and people's clothes were whizzing.

The speed of the Sweeping Monk and Xiao Feng was so fast that many Jianghu people could not catch their moves at all, and could only see two fast-moving afterimages.

Time seemed to stop at this moment.

Everyone held their breath.

Only the Sweeping Monk and Xiao Feng were left in the field, moving at high speed.

Xiao YuanShan frowned.

Is this the Eight Gates of Dunjia that Feng'er mentioned to him?

I didn't expect it to be so strong?

Just thinking about this, Xiao Feng was knocked back more than ten steps by the Sweeping Monk, and he vomited blood.

The Sweeping Monk on the other side was safe and sound.

"Fuck, what happened just now?"

The Jianghu guests who came back to their senses from the shock asked in surprise.

"Feng'er! How are you?"

Xiao Yuanshan hurriedly stepped forward to support Xiao Feng and asked with concern.

Xiao Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, waved to Xiao Yuanshan and said, "It's okay, Dad!"

"Feng'er, you step back, let Dad fight him to the death."

As Xiao Yuanshan said this, he was about to step forward and prepare to fight the Sweeping Monk to the death.

But he was stopped by Xiao Feng: "Dad, let me come today. I haven't fulfilled my filial duty for 30 years, and this can be regarded as making up for the regret in my heart!"

"Feng'er?"

Xiao Yuanshan wanted to continue to say something, but was stopped by Xiao Feng: "Dad, don't worry, Feng'er will take you away from here no matter what today."

"Amitabha!"

"Donor Xiao is really gifted, his martial arts attainments are better than when I was 30 years old Too strong."

"Since Mr. Xiao is a rare talent, I don't want to hurt you anymore, and I advise Mr. Xiao to stop."

"Don't waste your time."

"Even if you try your best, you can't beat me."

"Old Mr. Xiao and Mr. Murong have been hiding in the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Library to learn Shaolin martial arts for more than 30 years. Today, I must understand this grudge."

The sweeping monk clasped his hands together and advised Xiao Feng again.

"Hmph! I, Xiao Feng, haven't asked Shaolin to settle accounts with Shaolin for the murder of my parents by Shaolin Xuanci. I didn't expect Shaolin to settle accounts with my father."

"As long as I, Xiao Feng, am here today, you won't succeed." (To read the exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Xiao Feng became more and more courageous as the battle went on, pointing at the Shaolin monks and said proudly.

Behind the crowd, Jiumozhi had sharp eyes.

A look of disbelief.

When did Shaolin produce a strong man from the land of immortals?

Did this old monk also find out about my going to the Sutra Library?

But what about Xiao Feng?

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How could he, Xiao Feng, take on dozens of moves from a strong man from the land of immortals? This is irrational, absolutely irrational!

Is it because of Xiao Feng's strange martial arts?

Jiumozhi was puzzled.

The other Jianghu people were also puzzled.

Duan Yu guessed that Xiao Feng's strange moves must have come from the jar shop in Xueyue City.

Before, he was so sad that he immersed himself in the Internet cafe for several days and refused to come out. This time, it was thanks to the old naughty boy who brought him out.

At this moment, Duan Yu regretted not opening the jar earlier.

He decided to wait until todayAfter the matter was over, he followed the old naughty boy back to Xueyue City to open the jar. []

Take my father with me.

It is not certain that he can open any treasure that can strengthen the Dali Kingdom.

Thinking of this, Duan Yu was a little impatient.

On the other side!

After listening to Xiao Feng's words.

The sweeping monk looked helpless.

But he did not want to compromise and give up the original plan.

At this time, in front of the martial arts heroes of the Song Dynasty, how could he compromise.

If he compromised, how would the martial arts world view Shaolin and the old monk!

Not only himself, but also the prestige of the entire Shaolin would be destroyed.

This is completely contrary to his original intention.

The sweeping monk gradually lost his patience.

Murong Bo is still waiting for his treatment!

If he delays any longer, I am afraid that the fake death will become real death.

If that were the case, the loss of our Shaolin would be heavy.

Thinking like this, the Sweeping Monk's whole body was full of true energy, and he attacked Xiao Feng again.

Xiao Feng's eyes were fixed.

Su Chen's words flashed through his mind.

If it is a last resort, the Eight Gates of Dunjia can be opened once, only this time.

Xiao Feng did not hesitate at all.

He knelt on one knee and crossed his hands in front of him.

"Blue Beast, it's your turn!"

"Eight Gates of Dunjia, the seventh gate, open!"

Just after Xiao Feng shouted this heroic voice, an extremely powerful wave attacked the Sweeping Monk like a storm.

The earth trembled, and all the stone slabs on the ground were lifted up, and under the strong airflow, they also smashed towards the Sweeping Monk on the opposite side.

Some of the martial artists who were closer to the front were knocked to the ground by the sudden aftermath.

The rest of the people were horrified and retreated several dozen steps again.

Even martial arts masters like Hong Qigong and Old Boy could not resist the aftermath.

The pupils of the sweeping monk shrank sharply!

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