I am Jinshan Youxia

He then turned to wildly imaginative ideas about ways to break through the limits of martial arts.

Perhaps, Wu Yazi should be encouraged to develop a method to replenish the body with true qi...

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Half an hour later, at Gyeongbokgung Temple, the Heroes' Gathering took place.

Qiao Feng hurriedly arrived carrying a long bag, only to find the gate tightly closed. According to the established procedure, as the leader of the Beggars' Sect, he should have been greeted by everyone. However, when he arrived, not only was there no one to welcome him, but the gate was also closed, and even the Beggars' Sect brothers who had arrived earlier did not come out.

Could it really be a scam?

He recalled Zhang Chengyi's words, his heart sank, and he channeled his inner energy to speak aloud:

"Qiao Feng paid a visit."

Soon, the temple gates opened wide, and two rows of monks holding staffs stood on either side, their faces expressionless, as if they were welcoming him, or as if the giant beast called Gyeongbokgung Temple was about to tear him into its belly.

Qiao Feng composed himself. It involved the brothers of the branch of righteousness. Even if it was a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, he was still willing to brave it.

Watching him stride confidently into the temple with such an extraordinary air, even the monks who knew beforehand that this 'Beggar Clan Leader' was a Khitan dog couldn't help but show a hint of admiration.

Qiao Feng passed through the two rows of martial monks who were waiting to greet him, and then he saw a forest of chivalrous heroes. Everyone was silent and looked at him with different expressions.

The atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

He could clearly recognize some of them, and could guess the names of the others based on their weapons and appearances.

After he entered, the crowd naturally parted to make way for him, and he calmly walked into the center of the venue, only to have his path blocked by the flow of people again.

"Dong, dong, dong!" The bell rang.

The Venerable Shenshan of Qingliang Temple, the four great guardian elders of the Beggars' Sect, and Xu Chongxiao, who had just regained his freedom, walked out from the main hall.

Qiao Feng's gaze swept across his left and right sides. He recognized Tan Gong and Tan Po from Taihang Mountain, and the Iron-Faced Judge Shan Zheng, who was leaning on a cane. There were also many other people he didn't recognize, who seemed to be highly respected.

Finally, he fixed his gaze on Quan Guanqing, the leader of the Dazhi branch who was standing to the side with the Beggars' Sect disciples, and asked, "Where are the brothers of the Dayi branch and Leader Jiang?"

"Chief Qiao," Xu Chongxiao continued, "Today, all the heroes have gathered here not only to condemn the villain Zhang Chengyi, but also to reveal something else to the world."

Qiao Feng's mind raced. He noticed that the Beggars' Clan brothers and the familiar heroes of the martial world were looking at him with coldness and hostility. He knew that this time things were unlikely to end well.

“Let me tell you,” said an old monk with a square face and large ears, stepping out from the crowd. “I am Zhiguang from Tiantai Mountain. There is an old matter that is related to Chief Qiao.”

The visitor is not good.

Despite being surrounded by hundreds of people and suspected betrayal by his gang brothers, Qiao Feng remained extremely calm, standing naturally with his muscles slightly stretched, ready to exert his strength at any moment.

Chapter 30: He doesn't even have the strength to hit someone, yet he claims to be a martial arts master?

Gyeongbokgung Temple, main hall, on the roof.

"This is going to be interesting."

Upon seeing the main character arrive, Zhang Chengyi immediately perked up. To be honest, listening to Quan Guanqing's glib tongue and constant encouragement of the small fry who came to join the fun was quite boring.

After they arrived early, he guessed that there might be a good show similar to the one in Xingzilin, so he didn't come out directly, but instead went to wait on the top of the main hall.

As expected, the four elders of the Beggars' Sect made their grand entrance. First, Xu Chongxiao told a story, then Kang Min made a public appearance to evoke sympathy, and finally Quan Guanqing united the majority of people.

It's pretty good.

In the novel, Xu Chongxiao and his group arrived one after another, giving Qiao Feng the opportunity to capture Quan Guanqing and persuade the four elders with both soft and hard tactics, which led to the latter half of the support rate.

But now all the preconditions for attacking Qiao Feng have been met. All that's left is for him to be captured. Even if he were to use his silver tongue, he probably wouldn't be able to persuade the four elders to turn against him again.

With several famous temples such as Shaolin Temple and Qingliang Temple in front of him, and a large group of martial arts heroes as witnesses, the matter of nailing down his Khitan bloodline has been smeared. It is unlikely that he can leave peacefully like Xingzilin Shanglue in the novel.

However, Xu Chongxiao seemed to have forgotten something very important...

Zhang Chengyi quietly watched as Zhiguang, Zhao Qiansun, Shan Zheng, and Kang Min took turns speaking, which provoked the usually calm and collected Qiao Feng to loudly deny everything.

After all, it was a truth that completely overturned Qiao Feng's worldview. It's normal that the person involved couldn't accept that the Khitans and Han people were no different from each other, detached from the historical context and social trends.

Especially when he received the handwritten letter from his mentor Wang Jiantong, which clearly stated that he could be killed, he remained silent for a long time, then pulled out a dog-beating stick from his long bag and threw it to the ground. He immediately resigned from his position as gang leader, stating that he would find out the real culprit who killed Ma Dayuan, but he openly admitted to secretly taking in Zhang Chengyi before leaving.

"Disciples, heed my command! Form the Dog-Beating Formation!"

Seeing that he was about to leave, at Elder Chen's command, dozens of Beggars' Sect disciples surrounded him with weapons.

"Hahahaha!"

Zhang Chengyi sat on the edge of the eaves and burst into laughter.

"Who goes there!"

"On the eaves!"

"Zhang Chengyi, the traitorous Khitan!" Xu Chongxiao immediately slapped the label on him, then said, "What kind of schemes are you plotting now, you villain? Or have you come to walk into the trap for your accomplice Qiao Feng?"

"A complete misfit, a monkey in a crown, that scoundrel surnamed Zhang!"

Suddenly, whispers and insults rose from the crowd.

"Slap them." Zhang Chengyi said with a smile. His voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to surround everyone.

Such profound inner strength.

The ascetic from the sacred mountain, whose eyes were half-open, suddenly opened them wide, and his expression became solemn.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The few people who had just been swearing were sent flying by a slap as soon as they finished speaking. Their teeth, saliva, and blood tumbled through the air before crashing into the arena. They all fell to the ground unconscious.

Disguised and having infiltrated the Jianghu crowd, Su Xinghe and the Eight Friends of Hangu removed their disguises, parted the crowd, and entered the arena.

"Long time no see, Master Xuqing and Master Huifang." Zhang Chengyi landed gracefully, smiling as he raised his hand to greet his acquaintances.

Accompanying the abbot of the Shaolin Temple's Bodhidharma Institute were two monks he had met before.

The intentions of the Shaolin Temple are self-evident.

When Xu Chongxiao saw him land, his expression changed slightly. He managed not to back down, but Shan Zheng was seriously injured and almost crippled. His eyes blazed with anger and his face showed resentment as he took two steps back.

If you're already crippled, why keep charging forward? Isn't that just suicide?

The four elders of the Beggars' Sect immediately entered the fray, expanding the encirclement to include Su Xinghe, the Eight Friends of Hangu Pass, and Zhang Chengyi.

"Today, even if you have wings, you can't escape!" Xu Chongxiao said coldly.

"Don't laugh at the challenge?" Zhang Chengyi glanced at the dog-beating formation and the 'heroes' eyeing him menacingly outside, his smile widening. "Then you win, Lao Xu."

"Brother, did you come here for me?" Qiao Feng's expression changed as he asked.

Zhang Chengyi replied, "You could say that."

Qiao Feng took a deep breath and asked, "Brother, are you a Khitan?"

“I am Chinese.” Zhang Chengyi gave a puzzling answer.

"Does Qiao have any connection with you, brother?" Qiao Feng asked again.

Zhang Chengyi continued, "There is absolutely no connection."

"Then why..." Qiao Feng was very puzzled. What the other party said, that Xu Chongxiao was going to do something bad to him, had come true, and now he was risking his life to save him.

At this moment, Elder Chen sang, "Brothers from the south come begging for food..." The dog-beating formation moved in time with the song.

Qiao Feng knew it was inappropriate to say more at this moment, so he said, "Brother, please come with me." He was very familiar with the Dog-Beating Formation and was a fellow gang member who often drank and ate meat with him. He was confident that he could break through.

"You think I'm here to save you?" Zhang Chengyi retorted.

Qiao Feng glanced at him from the side, somewhat taken aback.

Zhang Chengyi untied the wine flask at his waist, looked at the approaching Dog-Beating Formation like a hinge, took a sip, poured some into his palm, and flicked it casually.

"Chuck! Chuck! Chuck!"

The solidified ice shards, imbued with his inner energy, shot out, easily piercing through weapons and outer garments. Anyone touched by the ice shards immediately collapsed, groaning in pain.

This supposedly dog-beating formation immediately revealed a huge flaw.

Falling to the ground was just the beginning. Some people were shivering from the cold as they lay on the ground, while others had their skin burning red and were frantically tearing at their clothes.

"What kind of evil magic is this?!"

The Beggars' Sect disciples and the surrounding heroes were immediately in an uproar.

“The Northern Darkness True Qi, isn’t it amazing?” Zhang Chengyi answered the question that someone had shouted out with a smile, then looked at Xu Chongxiao with a leisurely air and said, “Old Xu, when you’re up to your schemes, you seem to have forgotten something very important.”

"In this world of martial arts, the one with the strongest fist always has the final say."

"Even without me, do you think you could have kept Qiao Feng alive?"

If Juxian Manor couldn't stop Qiao Feng with the burden of A'Zhu, how could a Heroes' Gathering possibly do it?

joke.

"Fist." Zhang Chengyi's voice was drawn out for an eternity in that second, and then Xu Chongxiao heard a familiar, amused voice.

"That is power!"

"You scoundrel, how dare you!"

"How dare you!"

The nearby Tan Gong, Tan Po, Zhao Qiansun, the Venerable Shenshan, and the two invited high monks all made their move at the same time.

Zhang Chengyi then raised his hand, unleashing his unparalleled inner strength, and in that brief instant, he returned the attack in the same manner.

"boom!"

After the sound of the blow, the afterimages of his single-handed dance remained on everyone's retinas. All those who had attacked were sent flying, some knocking down groups of people, some crashing through the main hall's doors, and some embedding themselves directly in the walls.

Zhang Chengyi still had one hand on Xu Chongxiao's shoulder, his face still bearing that carefree smile. His voice was unhurried, yet provocative as he spoke:

"You can't even hit someone, yet you call yourself a martial arts master?"

Chapter 31 You think you're worthy?

"You scoundrel, stop your rampage!"

The nearest Beggars' Sect elder, Elder Chen, nicknamed "Long-Armed Old Man," rushed over, shaking a rough burlap sack.

Fueled by his inner energy, the sack opened with a whoosh, completely enveloping the two people in the arena.