A Zi was avoiding the disciples of the Ming Cult around him and heading towards the top of the mountain.

Because there were people going all the way up, most of the disciples of the Ming Cult around rushed up the mountain, and the left-behind were also very scattered.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, A Zi walked forward carefully.

"Ah~!"

A huge lion roar came from the top of the mountain. A Zi was stunned and heard the owner of the sound.

She speeds up and wants to catch up as soon as possible.

In the backyard of the Mingjiao Hall, a mature and beautiful woman wearing a silk skirt was holding a baby.

At this time, a deafening roar came, which made her ears feel uncomfortable; the baby in her arms burst into tears.

"La'er, don't cry, it's okay." The woman coaxed the child with pamperingness.

On the square in front of the hall, most of the Ming Cult disciples fell unconscious, while the rest were lying on the ground and wailing.

"Are you from Shaolin Temple?"

First, he said that he used seventy-two unique skills to exchange, and now he used Shaolin Lion Roar, and his identity can almost be determined.

"Not only can you roar a lion, I can also... Kanglong regrets it!"

The bgm sounded silently, and a golden dragon flew out from Qiao Feng's palm.

"The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms of the Beggars' Sect!" Fang Zaitian was puzzled in his heart. Who was the person in front of him? How could Shaolin and the Beggars' Sect have the unique skills.

But the situation in front of him did not give him a chance to think too much.

"The universe is moving!"

The Great Movement of the Universe is very similar to the Fighting and the Star Movement, both of which are the use of force. The former focuses on shifting, while the latter focuses on rebounding.

Although the cultivation of both sides is comparable, under the BGM bonus, Qiao Feng's combat power is far stronger than Fang Zaitian.

As he struggled to remove the golden dragon, Qiao Feng came to his eyes with his fist as the big sandbag.

At this moment, Fang Zaitian’s old power had just left and the new power had not yet developed. If this move continues, he will definitely be injured.

But Fang Zaitian was not fighting alone, so he went around from both sides to attack Qiao Feng.

As long as Qiao Feng does not accept the move, their attack will fall on the opponent; if he accepts the move, it will fall into their rhythm.

But, they were overthinking.

Qiao Feng had no intention of retracting the call to return to defense. A golden bell slowly appeared around him, and the strength of his fist also increased.

Fang Zaitian had just had time to cross his hands in front of his chest, and was knocked away by Qiao Feng with a punch, and blood was still spitting out in the air.

The moment Qiao Feng's attack fell, the attacks left and right also fell.

The golden bell shook for a while and then shattered; however, this little time was enough for Qiao Feng to fight back.

"Golden Bell Cover!" Jiang Feng gritted his teeth, but he had no time to retreat, and one of Qiao Feng's big hands had already been discharged.

A golden dragon instantly penetrated him through his body.

The injury caused by Jiang Feng in this attack was even worse than Fang Zaitian, and his aura instantly dropped to the bottom of the valley.

"Damn it, die!" The right envoy's attack fell behind Qiao Feng, leaving three claw marks.

Although the golden bell cover was broken and could not be used for a short period of time, its own defense was still there and did not disappear.

Although this move looks bloody, it is just a skin trauma, but it just looks serious.

Qiao Feng did not turn around, and exerted force on his legs. His body rushed backwards into a shell and hit the right envoy, knocking him away.

"drink!"

At this time, Fang Zaitian also recovered slightly, his legs were like dragons, and he hit the temples on both sides of Qiao Feng's head.

The reason why I use my feet but not my hands is that after taking Qiao Feng's blow, my hands were broken, which is considered to be a waste.

"superior!"

The four great Dharma kings and the five sans joined the battle group in one breath, hoping to provide help to the leader.

Song~!

A golden dragon rotated around Qiao Feng and knocked all the high-level leaders of the Ming Cult that rushed over.

Looking straight at Fang Zaitian who was already close to him, Qiao Feng's spirit turned into a sharp arrow and stabbed the other party's mind, causing Fang Zaitian's movements to stagnate.

And this moment of pause is enough to do a lot of things, such as reaching out to grab the other person's calves on one side of the body.

When Fang Zaitian realized that he wanted to break free, he was too late. He was thrown to the ground like a rag, and a big hole was smashed on the ground.

After a moment of impact, a strong pain came, almost causing Fang Zaitian to fall into a coma.

Qiao Feng clapped his hands, and no one stood up from the sight of him, and he was the only one standing proudly in the field.

"Hey, why bother? I just want to see your martial arts in the sect. You all killed your whole family like me. Why is that so? Fortunately, I am a good person, otherwise you will all be dead."

Fang Zaitian's eyes were protruding, and he didn't spew out a mouthful of old blood and died.

Is the other party talking about human words?

He robbed their martial arts of the town and beat them to death, but he was even embarrassed to say that he was a good person!

How could there be such a shameless person in the world!

"Don't be excited; are you regretting it? If you had known this, why should you have been before? Let me tell me the mentality of "The Great Transfer of the World". Don't worry, the original promise will not change. How about it, are you happy?"

Fang Zaitian clenched his fists, bullied violently in his chest, and suppressed the anger in his heart, "I am not a person who is greedy for life and fear of death. If you want to kill me, kill me!"

"That's right! I am not a person who is greedy for life and fears death!" Other senior leaders of the Ming Cult agreed.

"Burn my body, the blazing and holy fire. What is the joy of life and what is the pain of death? Do good and eliminate evil, but because of the light, joy, sorrow and sorrow all return to the dust. I pity my world, and there are so many worries! I pity my world, and there are so many worries!"

Other Ming Cultists who woke up sat cross-legged and spoke to recite the teachings of Ming Cult.

Seeing all this, Qiao Feng frowned, "What's wrong with me like a big villain now!"

His eyes fell back to Fang Zai Tian, ​​who was lying on the ground, and he spoke quietly, "Sometimes it's not something you can't say without saying it."

This was a bit awkward, and then I saw Qiao Feng's eyes looking at Fang Zaitian became deeper.

Fang Zaitian's expression suddenly became struggling, as if something had invaded his head.

The two sides stalemate for a few seconds, and Fang Zaitian's eyes gradually became unsightly.

Seeing this, Qiao Feng took Fang Zaitian to an uninhabited room and asked him to write down "The Great Transfer of the World".

Huh~!

Blow dry the ink, put away the paper, and Qiao Feng waved his hand to knock it out.

"Everyone said that the exchange was made, now you can't get anything."

Under the gaze of the Ming Cultists, Qiao Feng walked towards the bottom of the mountain.

"Who are you?" Jiang Feng shouted.

"My name is Qiao Feng, the future leader of the Beggars' Sect!"

Qiao Feng's voice echoed at the top of Guangming and slowly left the Ming Cult General Hall.

"Come out, when do you want to hide?" Qiao Feng stopped and suddenly spoke.

But the surroundings were empty and there was no one at all.

"Since I don't come out, I will leave alone. Then I will be caught by the Ming Cult, so I won't care." As he said that, he was about to leave.
Chapter completed!