I am Jinshan Youxia

"Let go!" he roared, releasing the sack with his left hand and delivering a practiced Tongbei Fist with his longer arm, aimed straight at Zhang Chengyi's shoulder. He caught the sack with his right hand, spun it sideways, and grabbed the 'hostage' Xu Chongxiao.

According to his plan, he should have used a feint attack to gain the opportunity to rescue his comrades.

The Beggars' Clan is extremely skilled in external martial arts, and the elder is no exception. His physique is so sculpted that he can split stone tablets with his bare hands. He has also mastered the Tongbei Fist to an extremely high level. If an ordinary person were to be hit by this punch, they would be crippled even if they were not killed. In addition, he launched a sneak attack, so there is a 90% chance that he can save Elder Xu.

Unfortunately, as the fist drew closer, he felt as if it were sinking into mud. The force was neutralized by the tearing internal energy, and before it could even touch his opponent, his strength was already exhausted.

Elder Chen was terrified. Looking at Zhang Chengyi's smiling face, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and use the Tongbei Fist technique. He channeled his energy and pushed his fist down again.

"boom!"

With a dull thud, as if hitting cowhide or cotton, the opponent couldn't even make a move.

"Not bad, not bad."

Zhang Chengyi looked at Elder Chen, whose arm was stretched out like a gorilla's, and laughed as if he had seen some kind of comical performance. He gently placed his palm on the fist and wrist that was hitting Elder Chen's shoulder, seemingly easily twisting the old man's arm behind his back.

"Humph!"

Elder Chen tried to shake off his opponent, but his strength was like a mud ox sinking into the sea. Just like the previous attack, there was no reaction at all. His wrist was as if it were being clamped by iron clamps. With a pull and a tug, he had no choice but to let go of the sack. Then, his arm was twisted around. Even though he was a tough guy, he dislocated his arm himself. He endured the pain and did not kneel down. He groaned and cold sweat the size of soybeans quickly appeared on his forehead.

However, due to the height difference and the pain causing him to hunch over slightly, someone stepped on his back, leaving him powerless to resist as he was forced to his knees by unimaginable force.

His knees and one intact hand were deeply embedded in the ground. He struggled with a humiliated expression, his skin flushed red, while his feet remained as immovable as a mountain.

"Whoo~"

The instigator, Zhang Chengyi, was smiling as he blew on the sack that hadn't yet hit the ground. A small, brightly colored scorpion clung to the sack's opening, and after floating a short distance, they both landed on the ground.

The little scorpion crawled out of the sack as soon as it landed, raising its tail to display its weapon to the nearby humans.

Upon seeing the five-colored scorpion emerge from the ground, the nearby heroes immediately retreated, trying to protect the others in front of them.

"Catch it, the little guy is interesting." Zhang Chengyi gestured, and Xue Muhua obeyed, stepped forward, picked up the sack, and, as if scooping dice from a dice cup, put the five-colored scorpion into the sack, tied the sack tightly, and stepped aside.

The other three Beggar Clan elders, along with the disciples who hadn't fallen, surrounded him, but dared not approach easily.

First, the disciple who had been afflicted by the "evil spell" had gone from wailing to unconsciousness. Qiao Feng was trying to dispel the true energy in their bodies by circulating his internal energy, but with little effect. Who knew if they would be afflicted by the evil spell again?

Death is just a worthless life, but to be tortured like that is truly painful.

Secondly, their close combat skills are clearly far superior to theirs. Elder Chen, the long-armed old man who is most skilled in close combat, didn't even last a single round. The renowned Shenshan Shangren, along with five other experts, were easily defeated when they attacked at the same time. He is still lying there, not yet recovered. Anyone else who goes up against him would just be throwing their lives away.

“Look at these people you’re relying on…” Zhang Chengyi reached out and patted Xu Chongxiao’s cheek, teasingly asking, “Do they have a way to save you?”

Xu Chongxiao's face turned from red to white, then back to red, his breathing became rapid, and his lips trembled.

The entire scene fell silent, and the atmosphere became extremely awkward.

Fortunately, someone finally broke the deadlock. After failing to neutralize the Northern Darkness True Qi, Qiao Feng strode over and said in a deep voice, "Brother, a scholar can be killed but not humiliated. Now that you have the upper hand, could you please show mercy? I, Qiao, am willing."

"You want to help them?" Zhang Chengyi interrupted him, his gaze sweeping over the other three Beggar Clan elders and disciples who had made way for him, and he sneered, "You were just shouting for his life, and now you expect him to come and save you?"

Elder Xi's face flushed red, Elder Song looked ashamed, and Elder Wu lowered his head and remained silent.

Qiao Feng sighed softly. Did he really want to watch his former brothers end up like this?

"And you too." Zhang Chengyi's gaze fell on the faces of the martial arts heroes on the periphery. Not one of them dared to meet his eyes. They all looked away, as if they wanted to bury themselves in the ground like ostriches. He sneered and said, "Heroes, do you see them, Brother Qiao? They are heroes."

"What a hero!"

"Hahahaha!"

His unrestrained laughter echoed throughout Gyeongbokgung Temple, a clear insult, yet no one was willing to step forward.

Playing dead won't necessarily lead to disgrace, but being the first to stick your neck out will definitely result in death, or a fate worse than death; there are plenty of real-life examples to prove it.

The laughter abruptly stopped, and Zhang Chengyi, for the first time, showed anger on his face, saying in a strong and forceful voice, "You dare call yourselves heroes!"

The word "knight-errant" has many meanings for him. From childhood to adulthood, the person he admired most in his past life was a knight-errant.

Perhaps he can't be a great hero who cares about the country and its people, but he's more than capable of being a chivalrous knight who values ​​righteousness over life and rescues people in distress. If he doesn't even dare to fart when faced with life and death, what kind of chivalrous knight is he?

No sooner had he finished speaking than a dozen young men rushed forward, their faces flushed.

There will always be young people who act impulsively.

Qiao Feng's expression shifted. He was about to intervene to save the man when he saw Zhang Chengyi release his grip, lift his foot, and the anger on his face quickly melt away, replaced by a hint of relief. He flashed forward, laughing loudly:

"Good timing!"

With every move he made, his inner energy leaked out, his clothes billowed, his hair bun fell loose, and his long black hair flew wildly. The young men who rushed at him couldn't even reach him with their weapons before being knocked away and falling into the crowd.

"You sons of bitches, are you really willing to be cowards?"

Someone in the crowd shouted this, and those who considered themselves to have some backbone rushed into the arena.

"If we all attack together, Zhang Chengyi might not be able to kill us all!"

As a result, the vast majority of people followed suit, while a few elderly people who valued their health quietly left.

Even the members of the Shan family, who had been ordered by Shan Zheng not to enter, rushed in amidst their surging passion, including Beggar Clan disciples, the three elders, and warrior monks from Qingliang Temple...

The battle between hundreds of people and one person began without warning.

Zhang Chengyi laughed even harder. He was having a blast, so he simply gave up the ability to release his true energy and only focused it on his body to defend against weapons, fists, and hidden weapons. Relying on his unprecedentedly terrifying physique and the protective properties of the Northern Darkness True Energy, he charged in and out of the crowd seven times, causing people and horses to fall to the ground.

"Come on, come on!"

"Let's all fight to our hearts' content!"

Chapter 32 Killing someone, but also destroying their spirit?

"Master."

Kang Guangling was about to help when Su Xinghe stopped him, shook his head, and said softly, "Don't disturb Grandpa Zhang's fun."

【Play?】

Qiao Feng, who hadn't joined the chaotic battle, heard this word and was initially displeased, but then felt quite helpless.

After all, it was obvious to the naked eye that he could easily handle being surrounded and beaten by hundreds of people. No one's attack could break through his defenses. Not to mention frontal blades and fists, even hidden weapons and poisons had no effect whatsoever.

How is this any different from playing?

He didn't rush up, but instead strode over to Elder Chen, who was lying on the ground panting, reached out and silently channeled his inner energy to help heal his injuries.

Xu Chongxiao stared blankly at the chaotic battle among hundreds of people, all of whom were helpless against Zhang Chengyi. He sat silently on the ground, his face ashen, and said, "Qiao Feng, we have not lied about your background in the slightest."

Qiao Feng's expression remained unchanged. After Master Zhiguang finished recounting the past events and he received his mentor's letter, he was already 90% convinced, which is why he asked Zhang Chengyi if he was a Khitan.

"This was all because I was blinded by greed." Xu Chongxiao's voice was a little hoarse. After being let off so easily once again, his backbone was completely broken.

After all, he was an elder of the Beggars' Sect. He was lecherous and ambitious, but he was once a man of integrity.

Zhang Chengyi captured and released him twice, using his actions to wake him from his illusions. The world of martial arts is not just about justice; beneath the mask of righteousness lies the law of the jungle, where the strong can trample on the weak.

He thought he could manipulate the other party with righteousness, but he was the real fool. Unfortunately, he failed to pull back from the brink and instead got stuck in a rut.

He wasn't just spacing out; he had gone into a state of demonic possession, his meridians completely severed. Even Hua Tuo himself couldn't save him. But he did manage to rediscover some of his original aspirations.

“There’s something fishy about Ma Dayuan’s death. I suspect it’s related to his wife, Kang Min. Cough cough cough.” Xu Chongxiao coughed a few times, a slight blush appearing on his face. His voice became steady and sounded stronger. “Kang Min came to me about this. I was blinded by lust and set up this scheme with her.”

To be honest, he didn't intend to frame Qiao Feng from the beginning. He initially believed Kang Min's words, thinking that Ma Dayuan might have been killed by Qiao Feng. He also believed that the matter of the Khitan bloodline could help him return to the martial arts world and take control of the Beggars' Sect. So he went with the flow, thinking that he was on the moral high ground.

His plans were disrupted when he was captured by Zhang Chengyi, and he also developed a hatred for this Jinshan wandering knight. He was single-mindedly focused on revenge. Even after discovering that Kang Min and Quan Guanqing had problems, he had no other choice but to continue down the wrong path.

That's just how many things are.

He was negligent in his duties and failed to recognize talent; he was neither good nor bad in a straightforward way, which only made him disgusting.

Qiao Feng finished his practice and released his grip, turning his head to look over, just about to help.

"Don't waste your energy." Xu Chongxiao sat cross-legged on the ground, pushing away Qiao Feng's outstretched hand. Having been killed and his spirit broken, he only wanted to die. But before he died, he had some things to entrust to the other party: "If you still consider yourself a member of the Beggars' Sect, and still recognize Wang Jiantong as your master..."

"After this, go and kill Kang Min and Quan Guanqing who escaped." A sinister look appeared on his face. "Elder Chen is here to testify that, apart from me, the culprit, the two of them violated the gang rules and deserved to be torn to pieces."

After all, he had spent most of his life in the Beggars' Sect, so how could he bear to see the sect decline? Now, most of the core disciples of the Beggars' Sect were at Jingfu Temple. What if Zhang Chengyi killed them all or something? There would be no one else to restrain Kang Min and Quan Guanqing.

If the Beggars' Sect were to fall under the control of those two, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Chief Jiang and the brothers from the Righteousness Branch are in the back hall," Xu Chongxiao said to himself. "Take them with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he opened his eyes and stopped breathing.

"Crack!" Elder Chen put his dislocated arm back in place and said, enduring the pain, "Qiao... Qiao Feng, you can go now."

The other three elders stood by, not joining the battle, but listening silently.

"Now that I have stepped down as the leader of the gang, what I do is my own business." Qiao Feng reached out to help Xu Chongxiao close his eyes, stood up, and said, "Besides, even if I wanted to leave, it probably wouldn't be so easy."

His gaze swept over Su Xinghe and the Eight Friends of Hangu, who were vaguely surrounding Gyeongbokgung Temple.

If everyone had Kang Guangling's skill level, even if he wanted to escape when surrounded, it would be difficult, let alone the fact that he wanted to leave with his Beggars' Sect brothers.

Moreover, the game was almost over.

"Boom!"

The last person still standing was knocked down by Zhang Chengyi. He sat on the two people piled on top of each other, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

"Have you figured out how you want to fight me?" he asked.

of course not.

Qiao Feng calmly looked at Zhang Chengyi, who seemed to have warmed up. Although his physique was much stronger than that of an ordinary person, it was far inferior to that of his opponent. His internal strength was even more lacking. As for his stamina, just by looking at how Zhang Chengyi could easily defeat hundreds of martial arts masters without even breaking a sweat, it was clear that Qiao Feng could not compare to him at all.

After counting and calculating, the probability of winning is almost zero, but does that mean we should just not fight?

"Don't worry, I didn't kill them." Zhang Chengyi stood up with a smile, and casually kicked the butt of the person pretending to be dead below, saying, "How could I, a dignified Jinshan Wanderer, possibly commit a massacre?"

Showing mercy is the leeway of the strong.

If this group of people really remained silent and awaited their fate, he might have Old Su cripple their martial arts skills.

Since they dared to go up there, they should at least have some backbone. Giving them a beating and letting them recuperate for a while will be enough.

"However, if you attack me again next time we meet, you'll have to cripple your martial arts." He walked step by step toward Qiao Feng, stretched, and said, "Alright, that was enough."

"Old Kang, you and Shi Laoqi are responsible for taking them back."

He had told the Eight Friends of Hangu in advance who he wanted to bring back, such as the Venerable Shenshan and the two eminent monks, who were all quite capable and could be brought back.

People like Zhao Qiansun and Shan Zheng are out of the question. They lack talent and spend too much time on things unrelated to martial arts, resulting in mediocre skills. They're probably not very useful for breaking through human limits in martial arts, making them useless.

The same applies to the four elders. They are all devoted to the greater good of the country and the nation, and each of them has a glorious history. Naturally, their martial arts skills have declined.