Early the next morning.
We set off for Shaoshi Mountain.
Murong Fu rode with Shui Sheng, while the others rode their own horses.
Giddy up! Giddy up! Giddy up!
Riding high on the spring breeze, the horse gallops swiftly.
Another day has passed in the blink of an eye.
The group arrived at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.
From afar, one could see smoke and dust billowing in the distance, accompanied by rumbling sounds like thunder, and even the ground trembled slightly.
"Uncles, it seems there are some experts fighting ahead. Please wait here while I go and investigate."
As Murong Fu spoke, he put his arm around Shui Sheng, stepped onto the horse's back, and sped off like an arrow.
Upon seeing this, Luohualiushui exclaimed in amazement:
"Fourth brother, your son-in-law's lightness skill is truly exceptional; we are far inferior to him."
"Murong in the South and Qiao Feng in the North, their reputations are truly well-deserved."
"So accomplished at such a young age, he has the potential to become a Grandmaster. All that remains is for Sheng'er to give him a son, so that the Shui family may bring glory to their ancestors."
"You three are too kind. We will go and take a look as well."
Shui Dai was embarrassed by the praise; she hadn't wasted her time finding this son-in-law.
On-site report.
Qiao Feng channeled his inner energy for a full cycle, then suddenly unleashed a palm strike, the "Regretful Dragon" technique, which blasted out a long golden dragon with extraordinary divine power and immense momentum.
"Wrathful Vajra, deliver from calamity and subdue demons!"
The old monk struck out with his palm, and a fierce-looking Vajra phantom appeared in mid-air.
Mighty Vajra Palm!
When the two collided, their true energy spread outwards, causing sand and stones to fly everywhere, many boulders to be shattered, and trees to collapse.
Its power is astonishing!
Shui Sheng was extremely shocked and murmured, "Martial arts can be this powerful?"
In her understanding, martial arts were simply about slashing each other with swords and knives, nothing like this, which was a clash of internal energy, no different from the magic in storybooks.
Murong Fu smiled slightly and said, "This is a minor path. In the art of martial arts, excessive pursuit of power is a low-level approach."
Shui Sheng scratched her head, puzzled: "Then how should it be?"
Murong Fu said, "The true path of martial arts should be to strengthen the body and pursue longevity."
Shui Sheng was even more shocked: "Pursuing immortality? How is that possible? Seventy is a rare age. Although martial artists can strengthen their bodies, very few live to be a hundred."
“Hehe—” Murong Fu chuckled lightly, without explaining in detail, but said, “You will understand in the future.”
Although Shui Sheng didn't understand, she chose to believe Murong Fu.
...
After one move.
The old monk angrily rebuked, "Xiao Feng! You scoundrel! You actually killed your adoptive parents! You heartless wretch, you're not even human! Do you want to kill this old monk to silence him?!"
Qiao Feng circulated his internal energy to calm himself down, and said in a deep voice:
"First! Please call me Qiao Feng!"
"Secondly! I did not kill my parents!"
"Third! I will find out who did this! I will definitely avenge my parents!"
The old monk, however, remained unconvinced and said coldly, "I saw with my own eyes that you killed your adoptive parents with a single palm strike!"
Qiao Feng shook his head and said, "Hearing is unreliable, and seeing is not necessarily true. There have always been people who disguised themselves as Qiao Feng to do evil. Master Xuandu, haven't you heard of this?"
The old monk sneered and shook his head: "Ha! You just killed the Qiao couple and I arrived right away. And you still say someone was impersonating you? What a coincidence!"
"Since reasoning won't work, let's fight again and see who's the best!"
Seeing that the old monk was unmoved by his words, Qiao Feng had no choice but to use his hands to prove himself.
As they were talking.
Another strike of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.
The golden dragon surged forth with overwhelming power, its furious roar shaking the world.
The old monk's pupils constricted slightly; he dared not be careless.
"Mount Sumeru Palm!"
The old monk unleashed a palm strike, and a magnificent image of Mount Sumeru appeared around him, with gods and Buddhas seated within it.
The two palm strikes collided, causing another earthquake.
Such a spectacle naturally attracted a lot of attention, drawing in all the martial arts practitioners in the vicinity.
The monks from Shaolin Temple also gathered around.
Someone came over and said, "Young Master Murong, that scoundrel Xiao Feng has done evil again, and even fought with Master Xuandu. He is utterly despicable!"
"Young Master Murong, do you think Xiao Feng will win, or does Master Xuandu have a better chance of winning?"
However, before Murong Fu could answer, the old monk coughed up blood and flew backward.
"Junior Brother Xuandu!"
Abbot Xuanci flew over, caught the old monk, and immediately fed him a small elixir, which made the old monk's pale face look a little better.
Qiao Feng remained calm and composed, his hands behind his back, his face full of authority as he surveyed the crowd, his voice booming: "I, Qiao Feng, have not killed anyone! If you wish to slander me, then go ahead and do so. The guilty will remain guilty, and the innocent will remain innocent!"
Then Qiao Feng's gaze settled on Xuan Ci: "On the contrary, I have a question for Abbot Xuan Ci: what is your relationship with Ye Erniang, one of the Four Evils? And where is your child?"
Qiao Feng's words reminded many martial arts practitioners of what happened at Juxian Manor, when Li Feiyu brought many letters, all of which were related to Abbot Xuanci.
In a short time.
Many people looked at Xuan Ci with a half-smile.
"Xiao Feng! Stop spouting nonsense! The abbot has been a monk since childhood and was raised by the previous abbot. How could he have any connection with Ye Erniang? If you continue to spout such nonsense, we Shaolin disciples will fight you to the death!"
Immediately, other old monks stood up and rebuked them.
"Xiao Feng, you convened a martial arts conference without authorization, attempting to slander my Shaolin Temple. Your crimes are heinous! Eighteen Bronze Men! Exorcise this demon!"
The head of the Bodhidharma Academy also stepped forward and raised his arm.
"Drink! Ha!"
Eighteen bronze men, each wielding a steel rod, leaped out and stood stacked together, gleaming like little golden statues in the sun.
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