C35 Hyperbolic regret

In the tavern, there were many people mixed in with the fish and dragons. Some people saw a few strangers killing an expert like Yun Zhonghe in an instant and wanted to step forward to probe and build a relationship with him.

However, they were all sent away by the calmness of a wealthy man.

The big boss is mine, who dares to fight with me.

However, since they had encountered so many such people, Lin Feng and the others gradually lost their interest in drinking downstairs.

Thus, they took Lin Feng and the others to a teahouse, drank tea and listened to plays, and experienced the local customs and local customs.

Night fell.

However, the Shaowang Mountains were bustling with noise and noise, and the streets were brightly lit.

Monks with sabers or wooden sticks were searching for Qiao Feng, who had come to Shaolin to kill, while holding torches.

It was a narrow and desolate path filled with thorny weeds.

A tall and skinny monk was in his hands. His eyebrows were raised as he ran down the mountain, ignoring the thorns and thorns on the ground.

Amitabha, Almsgiver Qiao barged into my Shaolin late at night, beat my Senior Brother Xuan Ku to death, and now has caught my Shaolin disciple. Could it be that you are trying to bully my Shaolin?

A solemn Buddhist prayer sounded out.

Qiao Feng suddenly felt three different waves of sharp palm energies heading in three different directions respectively towards three different directions to attack the major acupoints on Qiao Feng's body.

When he was in the Subhuti Courtyard.

Qiao Feng had already fought with Xuan Ci, Xuan Ji, and Xuan Ji and knew that experts were as common as the clouds in Shaolin Temple. Although he had never seen these three monks appear before, with the strength of their palms, it was likely that they were also experts of the Xuan generation.

Qiao Feng did not dare to underestimate his opponent. He was worried that if the three of them got tangled up, then the Shaolin Temple's experts would come here and that would not be good.

After putting down Ah Zhu who was pretending to be a monk, Qiao Feng pulled his body out.

His left and right hands executed different kinds of palms from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. He first knocked back the Second Monk, then used the momentum to retreat three steps. After stabilizing himself, he sent a palm to meet the monk in front of him.

Bang!

The palm energy intersected, and the two took three steps back.

"I've always been fair and square when it comes to things like this. I can only rely on my words to explain things to all the great masters here today, but when I find out the truth in the future, I'll naturally come to Shaolin to apologize." Qiao Feng saw countless torches burning halfway up the mountain and knew that he must not show any more mercy.

He slightly bent his left leg, bent his right arm, and drew a circle in the air with his palm.

A sharp and domineering palm energy surged out.

Although the Three Monks had lived in Shaolin for a long time and rarely moved about in the martial arts world, they knew the power of the Beggar Clan's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. The power of this palm strike must be from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

Heh!

The three monks stood still and released the most powerful palm force they had ever learnt. The palm power clashed in the air with a loud bang.

Although the three Shaolin monks took Qiao Feng's palm, they all felt their bodies become weak in an instant. When they gathered their true qi and recovered their strength, Qiao Feng had already raised his hand to stop them. He displayed an extreme lightness skill and disappeared in front of the three monks.

"Amitabha, the strength of this child's martial arts is extremely rare."

"Unfortunately, his killing intent is too strong, and he actually doesn't even let his own master go. This time, if he leaves, perhaps there will be a disaster."

The white brows of the monk in the middle moved with the wind. He looked at the direction Qiao Feng disappeared in and did not speak for a long time. Finally, he sighed and said: "The good and the evil will eventually be rewarded. I can only hope that in the future, he will find his way back."

It was late at night after they had fled from Shaowroom Mountain.

Qiao Feng felt very sad.

Ever since he had started travelling in the martial arts world, his actions had always been fair and square.

How could it be like recently, encountering injustice everywhere, and there was no way to argue about it.