Just as everyone was filled with righteous indignation.

A cold voice rang out: "I'm not too late, am I?"

"Those hiding their true colors, come out!"

"Senior, please show yourself."

"..."

Many people looked around but couldn't find the source of the sound.

Only martial artists at the Grandmaster level or above hesitated and raised their heads to look at the sky.

In mid-air, a figure stood, slowly fanning himself with a folding fan. His face was a half-smile, his eyes cold, seemingly mocking, disdainful, and playing with the world.

"Li Feiyu, the murderer and arsonist!"

"Young Master Li!"

Only then did everyone realize that the person who had arrived was actually in the air.

This incredible feat of standing in mid-air stunned countless people.

Murong Fu descended as if stepping on invisible stairs, landing in the center of the arena, and said, "I've heard you're discussing how to deal with Qiao Feng. I'm joining you. Who agrees and who disagrees?"

Everyone remained silent, but they all wanted to say that Li Feiyu's infamy was no less than Qiao Feng's.

Duan Yu hurriedly said, "Young Master Li, Brother Qiao is a good person."

Murong Fu sneered, "Can't good people be killed? Killing is not based on good or bad. For the sake of profit, even saints and sages would be killed by countless people one after another."

Upon hearing this, Duan Yu opened his mouth, hesitated, and fell silent.

yes.

How many people in the martial arts world truly had a grudge against Qiao Feng? Most of them were driven by self-interest, either for fame or for martial arts manuals.

This moment.

Duan Yu felt that he had grown.

"Amitabha! Young Master Li, how have you been?"

Kumārajīva clasped his hands together in a Buddhist gesture of respect to Murong Fu.

Murong Fu retorted sarcastically without any politeness, "I have already taken another step forward, while Master Kumārajīva remains stagnant, heh heh—"

Kumārajīva was taken aback upon hearing this. For the past few months, he had been dealing with Duan Yu in order to obtain the Six Meridians Divine Sword, and had not had much time to actually cultivate. Even Duan Yu had already reached the peak of the Grandmaster realm, while he was still stuck at the late Grandmaster realm.

Isn't this a case of picking up sesame seeds but losing watermelons?

The key point is that we haven't even picked up a sesame seed yet.

You Ji steered the conversation back on track, saying, "Welcome, Hero Li, to the team. Let's continue discussing how to deal with this villain, Xiao Feng."

"A bunch of petty scoundrels dare to try and deal with me? What a joke!"

A clear, resonant voice rang out, its profound internal energy deafening, sending dust flying.

"Xiao Feng!"

Many people covered their ears in pain and looked toward the source of the sound.

A burly man stood atop the courtyard wall, his face filled with disdain.

"Why are you impersonating me, sir? Have I ever offended you?"

Another burly man walked in through the door, carrying a young girl in his arms. The girl's face was deathly pale, and she was barely breathing.

"Two Xiao Fengs?"

Everyone was stunned.

One of them must be an imposter, or perhaps both are imposters?

"Hahaha!"

Just then, another hearty laugh rang out, and a figure landed on the other side of the courtyard wall. "Southern Murong, Northern Qiao Feng, now that Qiao Feng is here, how can I, Murong Fu, be left out!"

"Young Master Murong!"

Everyone then looked at "Murong Fu".

Murong Fu raised an eyebrow. This old man is really dramatic; he's pretending to be his son again.

Without a doubt, this "Murong Fu" is Murong Bo in disguise.

You Ji declared loudly, "How magnificent! Today, heroes of the martial world have gathered at my Juxian Manor. Let us drink three hundred cups in celebration!"

"So noisy!"

The "Xiao Feng" on the courtyard wall, also known as Xiao Yuanshan, fiercely fired a powerful Vajra Finger at You Ji.

He struck too fast, and caught You Ji completely off guard, a small hole appeared in his chest, and he coughed up blood: "Pfft!"

"Big brother!"

"Master You!"

"Xiao Feng! How dare you act so arrogantly in front of all the heroes of the martial world!"

Everyone was astonished.

You Ju quickly hugged You Ji, "Dr. Xue, please take a look at my elder brother."

Xue Muhua stepped forward to examine the body, frowned and shook his head: "His heart has been pierced. Even if Hua Tuo were here, he would be powerless to save him."

"How dare you! Impersonating Mr. Qiao and committing such a heinous act!"

Enraged, Qiao Feng handed the girl in his arms to Duan Yu for care, then charged towards Xiao Yuanshan, unleashing a powerful palm strike, "Flying Dragon in the Sky!"

The golden dragon roared wildly, sending sand and stones flying, its power astonishing.

"Good timing!"

Xiao Yuanshan chuckled and retaliated with his Mighty Vajra Palm.

A simple, unadorned palm strike collided with the golden dragon.

Boom boom boom!!!

Many buildings in Juxianzhuang were shattered, stirring up countless plumes of dust.

"So strong!"

Many people who had never seen Qiao Feng fight were stunned. With their mediocre skills, they would probably be killed on the spot if they faced any of the "Xiao Fengs".

Just like You Ji, who vomited blood, he died a violent death because of a single noisy remark.

Duan Yu was initially very worried about Qiao Feng, but upon seeing the seriously ill girl, he was immediately drawn to her. He could always show concern for Brother Qiao, but this girl was different; her life hung by a thread, and he had to show concern for her now, or it would be too late.

"Dr. Xue, please take a look at her."

Duan Yu carried the girl to Xue Mu Hua.

Xue Muhua shook his head and said, "She was brought by Qiao Feng, I won't save her."

Duan Yu wanted to persuade him again: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda..."

The next moment, a sword was seen pressed against Xue Muhua's neck.

"If she lives, you live, understand?"

Murong Fu raised an eyebrow.

Duan Yu swallowed hard. He could never learn this way of saving people. He could only sigh, "Young Master Li, so domineering!"

Xue Muhua still wanted to be stubborn, but then he saw the sword get even closer, almost touching his skin, and the sword energy even cut a bit of skin, leaving a bloodstain.

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