Chapter 177 How can you not be crazy if you are obsessed with seeking revenge?

As Feng Yi uttered the last sentence, Xiao Yuanshan's mind was instantly taken away, and his sharp eyes became dim.

In the past, Xiao Yuanshan would have been indifferent to Feng Yi's words, given his angry personality. But today, he had no choice but to meet Qiao Feng, and when he saw his son learn that his adoptive parents and master were killed by him, he immediately lost his heroic spirit and became disheartened.

Xiao Yuanshan felt a pity for Qiao Feng, so he followed him all the way back, fearing that he would not understand. But this was not the most important thing, the most important thing was Feng Yi's last sentence, which directly hit Xiao Yuanshan's heartache.

He loved his wife deeply, but he did not fulfill his responsibilities as a father to his son. He will feel guilty when he sees his wife in the afterlife.

The more Xiao Yuanshan thought about it, the more upset he felt. He shouted, "They deserve to die. They robbed me of my family happiness and didn't tell Feng'er the truth. They want to turn my son into a Han Chinese. They deserve to die just like Xuanci and the others!"

"They robbed you of your family happiness?" Feng Yi sneered, "Let's assume that what you said is true. You had already found out the truth more than 20 years ago, and even knew Xuan Ci's secrets. Why didn't you kill them earlier, tell Qiao Feng the truth, and raise your son yourself? Why did you wait until Qiao Feng's life experience was revealed and the whole world became his enemy before you killed them? This doesn't make sense, and it doesn't go your way!"

Xiao Yuanshan reluctantly said, "I didn't think so much at the time."

“Didn’t you think so much?” Feng Yi shook his head and said, “You can only lie to your son with this statement! Although you look similar to Qiao Feng, he has no beard. But in order to frame him, you shaved off your beard, which allowed the monks of Shaolin Temple to see your face clearly and think that Qiao Feng is the murderer of Xuan Ku!

All you want is to make Qiao Feng feel wronged and to confront the malice of the Han people in the Central Plains towards him. This will allow him to understand your anger at being wronged, and also allow him to become a gangster like you, a scoundrel with only magical powers, who doesn't care about right or wrong and only cares about revenge!

Let's just say today, I have no grudge against you, why did you come to me? Isn't it because, in your eyes, anyone who knows the identity of the leader should die? Because you think it's not the right time to expose his identity now, you are waiting for Shaolin Temple to host a martial arts conference, when all the heroes in the world gather together, and then you reveal Xuanci's identity and scandal, this is killing people! Not only do you want to destroy Xuanci, but also this thousand-year-old temple, the martial arts master Shaolin Temple, so that you can avenge yourself completely!"

Xiao Yuanshan's eyes were dazed, and he didn't know whether he was touched or his true feelings were revealed. He suddenly laughed out loud. After laughing for a few times, his face suddenly turned purple and he shouted in a stern voice: "Boy, who do you think you are? What does it have to do with you what I want to do?"

Feng Yi smiled slightly and said, "Do you know why I am telling you this?

Xiao Yuanshan was stunned and sneered: "Who cares about your nonsense!"

Feng Yi walked towards him and said slowly, "As the saying goes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Right and wrong are nothing but subjective opinions in everyone's eyes. What can really be determined is a very cruel reality, which is to compare the size of the fist.

You are more powerful than Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, so they couldn't even explain to Qiao Feng why they knew he was not their son but didn't tell him the truth.

But you can't kill me, so whether you like to hear it or not, you can't stop me from speaking.

You are an old, weak and disabled person with a twisted mind. Moreover, your battle with Qiao Feng must have consumed a lot of your energy, so I don't want to bother with you.

However, you don't know when to rise and fall, and you act like a boss in front of me. Feng doesn't ask for anything else today, but I should let you know that you should not think that there is no one in the Central Plains who can defeat you, a hero from the frontier!" As soon as he finished speaking, he threw a punch.

Xiao Yuanshan was an expert in martial arts. He had been invincible since thirty years ago and rarely met an opponent. It was the first time in his life that he was scolded and looked down upon by Feng Yi. His throat made a gurgling sound and he was about to retort.

But before he could finish his words, Feng Yi had already thrown a punch that seemed both light and heavy, fast and slow, and it was impossible to tell the importance, urgency, speed or direction.

Xiao Yuanshan's expression changed slightly. He didn't dare to take the attack head-on. He retreated a few feet and wondered in his heart, "What is the origin of this person? How can he be so amazing?"

In a flash, Feng Yi threw another punch with such swiftness and force that Xiao Yuanshan laughed loudly: "Okay, today we'll decide whether we live or die!" His five fingers formed into dragon claws and suddenly reached for his wrist.

He already had great martial arts skills, and he has been practicing Shaolin special skills diligently over the past thirty years. Even an ordinary move can shine brightly in his hands.

This dragon claw hand move was not only extremely accurate but also powerful. When the two were still several inches apart, Feng Yi felt a slight numbness on his wrist. He quickly swung his hand outwards and pushed out with a backhand half hook and half palm.

Xiao Yuanshan knew that this grab would not work, and he had a trick up his sleeve. However, he felt that his grab did not fall into empty space, but seemed to hit a ball of cotton. Feng Yi took advantage of the situation and pushed it forward.

This force was half fist and half palm, which was extremely strange. Even though Xiao Yuanshan had a deep understanding of the "Twenty-Eight Palms of Subduing the Dragon", he was still greatly shocked and sent out both palms to meet the attack.

This time, both sides used all their strength. Before their fists and palms touched each other, huge forces met. However, the force did not go straight forward, but instead bent and flowed, rubbing against each other and making a sharp whistling sound.

The aftershocks reached Feng Yi, and he swayed and stood firm. However, Xiao Yuanshan's chest suddenly felt hot, and he involuntarily stepped back two steps, shouting, "Isn't this the 28 Dragon Subduing Palms!"

Feng Yi laughed and said, "This is called Hidden Dragon, Don't Use It. If it's not the Dragon Subduing Palm, then what is it?"

Xiao Yuanshan recognized that this was a high-level move in the "Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palms", but the use of the force was different from what he knew, so he raised the question, but Feng Yi's words made it impossible for him to answer.

Although the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms was simplified by Qiao Feng from the twenty-eight palms, Xu Zhu integrated the essence of the Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts, so it was even more powerful. At this time, the Xiaoyao Sect was as unknown as Feng Yi, so Xiao Yuanshan naturally didn't know about it, which made him feel nervous.

Facing Feng Yi, even if he was full of energy, he might not be able to win. How could he possibly be an opponent now? He immediately began to think of retreating.

But Feng Yi was determined to deal with Xiao Yuanshan today. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, his body shook, and he stretched out his left hand and grabbed with his right hand like the wind.

This grab was extremely skillful, covering more than ten feet. Xiao Yuanshan couldn't dodge it. His punch was like a dragon coming out of a cave, heading straight for Feng Yi's face. This was a sure-fire way to attack the enemy.

Feng Yi did not fight him head-on. He spun his body and punched out continuously. His moves were delicate and fast, which was the "Shadowless Divine Fist".

Xiao Yuanshan saw that although his boxing was fast, it was also very gentle. The power of his fist was condensed but not dispersed, and it was continuous and dense, like a soft stone wall, leaving people nowhere to hide. It can be said that his spirit was in the front of his fist, and his movements were in perfect harmony.

Especially his skillful use of strength, agility, ability to transform force and quick response are all rare to see.

But Xiao Yuanshan, who once fought against twenty-one martial arts masters from the Central Plains alone, and who also learned various Shaolin skills, also has his strengths. He advances and retreats suddenly. Sometimes the previous move is the extremely fierce "Bo Ruo Palm Technique", and the next move is the more feminine "Demon Subduing Palm Technique". Suddenly, his hands become swords, the "clear sky thunderbolt" of the "Burning Wood Sword Technique", and suddenly one hand becomes a finger, which is the "One Finger Huangliang" of the "Formless Robbery Finger".

In a short time, the two exchanged more than 30 moves, and Xiao Yuanshan did not repeat any of them. Feng Yi laughed loudly and said, "It seems that you have not wasted your time in the Sutra Library for the past 30 years. If the Shaolin monks knew that their magical skills can only be fully exerted in your hands, I wonder how they would feel!"

Xiao Yuanshan was shocked. It would be fine if he knew his true identity, but he could still speak calmly in the midst of a fierce battle with him. Could this guy really be some kind of immortal or Buddha who has descended to the earth? However, he still laughed and said, "Shaolin Temple has been claiming to be the best for many years. Sooner or later, I will fight them to the death. I want to see if the Shaolin School, which is famous all over the world, has real skills. I also want to know if the Shaolin skills are really amazing, so I borrowed the secret book.

Moreover, they wrongly accused me of going to Shaolin Temple to steal the scriptures, which caused my family to be destroyed. How can I bear their name for nothing? Even if they knew, the people in the martial arts world would have their own stories to tell about it!"

Feng Yi laughed and said, "That's great. I heard that Shaolin Temple has 72 unique skills. It would be a joy to learn them all!"

After hearing this, Xiao Yuanshan was disappointed and said nothing. He didn't really know all the seventy-two unique skills. He had only practiced a part of them.

While the two were talking, their hands and feet were constantly using moves. At this moment, Xiao Yuanshan felt Feng Yi's fist approaching him, so he immediately took a step back, clasped his palms together, and tried his best to block it.

With a sound of "snatch", both of them shook at the same time.

Feng Yi's attacks were so fast that his feet seemed to be floating in the air, moving from south to north, east to west. As soon as he threw one punch, the second punch came. As soon as the previous force was strong, the following force came again, over and over again, like a huge wave.

This is the combination of the Ancient Tomb School's Qinggong and his hard work under the waterfall to create the "Shadowless Divine Fist."

Xiao Yuanshan immediately waved his palms, activated his magical power, and rushed left and right. He wanted to break through Feng Yi's energy wall. The opponent would inevitably be greatly weakened. Then he could counterattack and have a chance of winning.

But Feng Yi's fist was so powerful that its residual force was endless, and his body retreated like lightning, as if many people were attacking him from all directions at the same time. His internal energy was strong, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and his body movements were like the changes of a demon, invisible and traceless.

Faced with this kind of magical power, Xiao Xuanshan could not help but turn red in the face, gasp for breath, and have his heart pounding when he just tried to resist, let alone fight back.

Although Xiao Yuanshan's martial arts skills are strong, the Shaolin martial arts he learned are incompatible with his personality. He seems strong, but not smooth enough.

Feng Yi had previously mastered the Shen Zhao Gong and the Blood Knife Sutra to perfection, combining good and evil into one, and had extraordinary internal strength. Later, he perfected the Jiu Yin Divine Art, which was unrivaled throughout the ages.

Although the power of Shenzhaogong has become a thing of the past, the benefits it brought to him still exist, namely, extraordinary spiritual perception, profound intelligence, and greatly improved eyesight.

Therefore, after a brief exchange of blows between Feng Yi and Xiao Yuanshan, Feng Yi felt that Xiao Yuanshan's energy was unstable. His martial arts seemed to have reached the pinnacle without any flaws, but his internal strength had not reached the pinnacle and the highest realm of unity of yin and yang. That was why his body was damaged by practicing Shaolin martial arts, and his martial arts could not reach the realm of perfection.

Feng Yi's "Shen Zhao Gong" has reached the level of perfection. With this supreme and powerful internal energy, he can master any martial arts in one practice.

Although the internal energy of Shenzhaogong and Xuedaojing had been exhausted long ago, he refined Jiuyin Magic Art again, and his true energy was endless. Then, the true energy of Shenzhaogong and Xuedaojing that he thought of in his mind also generated randomly, but he was not able to complete the merit.

But even so, Feng Yi, with only the "Nine Yin Manual", "Shadowless Divine Fist", "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms" and other martial arts, is almost invincible in the world. Therefore, he is afraid of the masters of the Tianlong world, except for the sweeping monk. The rest are all mentally handicapped, old, weak, sick and disabled, and he doesn't care about them.

At this time, the fight with Xiao Yuanshan was actually more of a matter of experience. The two of them fought to the point of about 100 meters. Feng Yi rose and fell, his fists were extravagant, strange and abrupt, and he could control his strength freely. His strength grew as the fight went on, but Xiao Yuanshan's hands were weak and his heart was beating fast. He had no power to fight back and retreated repeatedly.

As one side gained strength while the other side lost strength, "Zha!" Feng Yi shouted loudly. This shout was made with supreme internal strength, and his tongue burst into spring thunder, shaking the mountains and valleys. Although Xiao Yuanshan had deep internal strength, he also felt dizzy and nauseous.

Feng Yi reached out and grabbed his left wrist, then swept his right palm across, hitting him right in the waist with a bang.

Xiao Yuanshan was unable to control his body and flew up several feet, his internal organs seemed to be turning upside down. Before he could change his position and sink down, he heard Feng Yi shouting, "This palm strike is for Qiao Feng!"

Xiao Yuanshan was furious, his palms flew up like dragons, one palm swept towards Feng Yi's face, and the other palm protected himself. Unexpectedly, Feng Yi waved his hand, as fast as lightning, and grabbed his left hand again. With a snap of his right hand, he hit Xiao Yuanshan's cheek: "This slap is for Qiao Sanhuai and his wife!"

Xiao Yuanshan's eyes turned black, blood gushed out of his mouth and nose, the blood was white, and several of his teeth fell out.

But he was also a master. As soon as he landed on the ground, he shouted loudly and used two "Burning Wood Sword Techniques" to chop at Feng Yi.

Feng Yi's body shook like a gust of wind and disappeared from Xiao Yuanshan's sight.

Xiao Yuanshan was dizzy and his eyes were full of stars. He had no idea that Feng Yi had already reached his side. His fist was like a poisonous bee spitting stings, hitting his left ribs. He shouted, "This punch is for Xuan Ku!"

Xiao Yuanshan was like a kite with a broken string, drawing a black shadow in the air and crashing into the mountain wall. Suddenly, a gray shadow broke through the air and gently caught Xiao Yuanshan. When he landed, he was seen to be tall and strong with a stern look. It was Qiao Feng.

Feng Yi already knew that Qiao Feng had arrived, so those words were meant for him.

Xiao Yuanshan's ugly appearance after being beaten was seen by his son, who was ashamed and angry. He took a deep breath, raised his thick eyebrows, and shouted: "Feng'er, don't worry about it. I am not as skilled as others, and I will die. I only regret that I wasted my internal energy today and ended up like this!"

When Qiao Feng saw his father’s face covered in blood, he felt mixed emotions.

Because it was inconvenient for him to do something, Feng Yi did it for him. However, this was also his biological father. After being beaten like this by Feng Yi, he felt a soreness in his eyes and nose, and stretched out his right hand and placed it on his father's back.

Xiao Yuanshan felt a strong internal force entering his body, and he felt relieved. Qiao Feng said, "Brother Feng's skills are unparalleled. I admire you."

When Feng Yi heard him admit that his surname was Xiao, he understood what was going on and knew that he wanted him to stop. He smiled and said, "Unrivaled martial arts? Just talk about it." He turned his head and looked to the north, then let out a long sigh.

Xiao Xuanshan and Xiao Feng exchanged a glance, and Xiao Feng could not help but ask, "Could it be that there is another master in Shaolin Temple that you cannot match?"

Both of them knew that was the direction of Mount Shaoshi, and Xiao Yuanshan was immediately shocked.

Feng Yi smiled, turned and left.

Xiao Yuanshan said: "Boy, I am not convinced of my defeat today. Please come to the Shaolin Temple Heroes Conference on the day when it is held!"

Feng Yi looked back at him and said, "Xiao Yuanshan, don't be unconvinced. Even if you don't fight with Qiao Feng today, you are still not my opponent."

Xiao Yuanshan sneered, "You win today. Whatever you say, if I don't die today, I will avenge myself someday!"

Feng Yi laughed: "Then let Hou teach you."

He took one step forward and was about ten feet away when he heard Xiao Feng shout, "Brother Feng, please hold on!"

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Feng Yi paused: "Why? Brother Xiao wants to avenge his father?"

Xiao Feng said: "How dare I? I can't express my gratitude enough!"

Xiao Yuanshan's right cheek had turned purple. He stared at his son with his eyes fixed, gritted his teeth, and said word by word, "What did you say?"

Qiao Feng felt a surge of hot blood rushing to his head. He opened his eyes wide and stared at him without blinking. He said loudly, "My foster father and foster mother have been so kind to me in raising me. My master Xuan Ku has taught me martial arts for ten years. They should not die, and you should not kill them!

But you are the father and I am the son, and it is only natural for a father to treat his son the way he wants. I cannot take revenge, but someone slapped you three times on my behalf, and I am grateful to you!"

Xiao Yuanshan was stunned for a moment, then he let out a long breath and sighed, "Good, good, good, you are worthy of being my good son, Xiao Yuanshan!"

Seeing his father in a state of disarray and fatigue, Xiao Feng turned around and saw Feng Yi, who was still calm and said, "Brother Feng, you just said that my father was ill, but I'm afraid you didn't mean that he was mentally ill, right?"

Xiao Yuanshan was also shocked. He thought Feng Yi was referring to his behavior when he said he was sick, but after hearing what his son said, he was even more shocked. After all, his illness should not be known to anyone.

Feng Yi clapped his hands three times and laughed, "Brother Xiao is indeed a wise man. Your father is seriously ill, otherwise how could he kill your foster father, foster mother and master and frame you?"

Xiao Yuanshan frowned and sneered, "You are just making alarmist remarks!"

Feng Yi said leisurely: "Xiao Yuanshan, you are a master of martial arts, and it is hard to find an opponent in the world. If you practice diligently, with your intelligence and wisdom, it will not be difficult for you to become a master. It's ridiculous that you practice Shaolin martial arts."

Xiao Yuanshan said: "What's wrong with practicing Shaolin Kung Fu? Is there a difference between Han and Hu martial arts? Don't forget that old Bodhidharma is also a Hu."

Feng Yi chuckled and said, "You were originally a generous and heroic man, but the changes you encountered have made you full of hatred and stubborn.

As for martial arts, there are four categories: Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, and Demonism. But in fact, they all aim to enlighten the world, and what they do are similar. The only difference is that Buddhism is called "delivery", Taoism is called "guidance", Confucianism is called "enlightenment", and Demonism is called "mediation". Although these four are obviously different, their meanings are the same.

In the end, it comes down to one sentence: follow the will of heaven, coincidence and the right time.

Taoism pursues a state of being free from obstructions and reaching a state of no distinction. Buddhism emphasizes being free from attachment and reaching a state of nothingness. Confucianism emphasizes enlightenment, which is a kind of awakening from a big dream, that is, looking back into one's heart and realizing the state of oneness of all things.

The devil's way emphasizes indulging the seven emotions and six desires, but indulgence is not the goal. The goal is to be able to let go and to collect. It is said that knowing the six desires can calm the seven emotions, thus reaching a state where the devil in the heart is in the body but has no place to take advantage.

Therefore, it is not a problem for some people to practice the four martial arts of Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism and Demonism at the same time. This is because when martial arts reach the highest level, different paths lead to the same destination.

It's ridiculous that you don't know the essence of the truth, and the internal strength you cultivate is not the best martial arts, let alone the highest level, yet you go to steal Shaolin martial arts.

You are always thinking about how to kill them, and your hatred never fades away, but you are always waiting for the right time. Your thoughts have already affected your mind. As time goes by, you are depressed and your internal strength cannot support your martial arts. As a result, your body is ill. In a few years, you will eventually go crazy and die of insanity!"

Xiao Yuanshan didn't take it seriously at first, but then his eyes became dazed and his face turned pale. He couldn't help but look up at the bright moon. The clear light shone coldly on his face. When the breeze blew, he felt a chill on his back. It turned out that he had sweated through his heavy clothes.

Xiao Feng glanced at his father and saw that he looked like a precious sword sinking into the abyss, with all his fighting spirit gone. It was obvious that what Feng Yi said was true. He immediately clasped his fists and bowed, saying, "Brother Feng, what you said is very profound. Please give my father some pointers!"

Feng Yi had learned the highest martial arts skills, and had discussed martial arts with several martial arts masters in the Condor Heroes world. He was also very open-minded and had a clear understanding of the ultimate principles of martial arts. He said, "All magical skills are determined by the mind. Your father's experience was due to his thoughts, which were contrary to his heart. He practiced martial arts and qigong with a confused mind, and was harmed by his heart. This is the principle of killing one thousand enemies but hurting half of yourself.

So saving him is difficult, but also easy. It all depends on yourself!"

Xiao Feng seemed to be thinking about something. Xiao Yuanshan turned his head and looked at Feng Yi deeply, then snorted coldly, "Do you want me to give up revenge and become a kind person who sweeps the floor and kills ants?"

Feng Yi heard his sarcasm, shook his head and said: "You really have a knowledge barrier. You must know that Buddhism also has Vajra to subdue demons, why do you give up revenge?"

Both the Xiao family father and son were stunned.

Feng Yi said: “No matter how deep the hatred is, you can’t be obsessed with it.

You are obviously practicing martial arts, but you are thinking about revenge every day to vent your hatred. Even if you have superior martial arts skills, they have become inferior.

Because martial arts emphasize the unity of heart and mind, and mind and spirit, practicing martial arts will inevitably affect the mind and spirit!

A true master is all about being free and easy.

Simply put, if you meet an enemy, you can take revenge. If you don't meet him, don't think about it and give up! Just like Xiao Feng doesn't know his enemy, he can give up revenge, but if he meets his enemy, he will kill you! This is the spirit of a real man who can take it or leave it, but it doesn't mean he is heartless! "

Xiao Yuanshan's body shook, a bright light flashed in his eyes, his lips trembled, and he wanted to say something but stopped. He had to admit that although Feng Yi was young, he already had the demeanor of a master, and his words were his truth.

Feng Yi no longer paid attention to him, and smiled at Xiao Feng, "Brother Xiao, today things have come to this point, and I will no longer be confused.

The leader is the Shaolin Temple abbot Master Xuanci as Ah Zhu guessed. The one who spread the false news for him was his close friend Murong Bo. I will not spread this matter everywhere. Goodbye! "

"Murong Bo?" Xiao Yuanshan was shocked: "Why is he..."

Feng Yi suddenly turned around and disappeared from the sight of the Xiao father and son without even touching the ground.

The moonlight reflected on the faces of the Xiao family's father and son, one of them was extremely happy, as if he was full of confidence in everything.

But the moonlight also cast a little shadow between Xiao Feng's furrowed brows.

Murong Bo! He is the elder who adopted Ah Zhu!

Murong Bo is dead, should he go to find Murong Fu? But what will the future be like?

Is this the price of revenge? ...

In Feng Yi's opinion, among the so-called Tianlong masters, except for the Sweeping Monk, none of them can reach a higher level than the Five Great Masters of the Central Plains in The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

Even though Ouyang Feng, who was known for his viciousness, had his Toad Skill, which he had practiced for many years, broken by Wang Chongyang with one finger, he later knew that he was scared away. Wang Chongyang died that night and did not say anything about going to Quanzhen Sect for revenge.

After all, the Seven Quanzhen disciples usually do not gather together, but preach in different places. If Ouyang Feng thinks about revenge every day, he can easily spread the Quanzhen sect.

You won’t encounter a typical one, so just do whatever you want.

But when they meet, they are merciless and there is no need to beat around the bush.

This kind of free and easy style fully demonstrates the style of a master.

The same is true for Hong Qigong, who once lost all his martial arts skills and almost lost his life due to Ouyang Feng's harm, and he did not think about how to retaliate. Even Feng Yi, a young man, once broke into the Mongolian camp alone and was hit on the back by the Golden Wheel National Master with a golden wheel, and almost lost his life. The idea of ​​how to retaliate only flashed through his mind, and after recovering from his injuries, he did not deliberately look for the other party and think about how to deal with him.

However, whether it was Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo, or the so-called three free and easy elders, they were all obsessed with grudges and hatred. Guarding a treasure mountain of martial arts, none of them had truly practiced what they had learned and brought their abilities to the fullest, so they could only bully characters below Murong Fu.

Only Qiao Feng is a true martial arts genius. With his rock-hard character of not changing despite going through hardships, if he could grow to the peak period of his life in his forties or fifties, his achievements would surely be limitless. That's why Feng Yi intends to give him some guidance.

As for directly saying Murong Bo's name, it was also a good thing Feng Yi did for Azhu, the poor heroine.

Since she had guessed it, regardless of whether Qiao Feng heard it in the inn, should she take the initiative to tell it?

I said, I’m sorry to the Murong family who raised me.

If I don’t tell you, I’d be letting my beloved Brother Qiao down.

Feng Yi is always so considerate. After fighting with Xiao Yuanshan today, he felt that their martial arts were just so-so and he was less wary of them.

Well, then, let's do something good.

Of course, in the eyes of some people, he is a bad guy.

Feng Yi doesn't care about this! (End of this chapter)