As soon as He Xie left the yard, he used his light skills with all his strength, flying towards the distance almost like a rushing lightning.

When he said the word "dong", his figure had reached seven or eight feet away. When he finished his words, his traces had long disappeared in the vast night.

Shaolin was not good at light skills. When several old monks chased after a distance, they realized the gap and gave up in dejection.

The old monk who took the lead was Xuannan from the Damo Academy. Looking at the direction of He Xie leaving, he said coldly: "Junior brothers, don't chase the enemy. There is one in the courtyard. Don't let this person run away!"

"Yes, senior brother!"

Several old monks returned to the yard, and Qiao Feng happened to get rid of the battle group and was about to run out, but he met him head-on.

Immediately, several old monks shouted almost all, waved their hands and slapped them.

Qiao Feng was shocked and angry, and felt extremely depressed. While he was flew back, he used the eighteen palms of the dragon subduing to see Long Zaitian. He heard the sound of banging. Qiao Feng was blocked back into the yard, and several old monks were blocked outside the yard.

The monks in the yard were going to take action, but Abbot Xuanci shouted: "Stop!"

Suddenly, everyone stopped.

At this time, He Xie had already turned out the wall of Shaolin Temple. Although he was carrying a person, he was like carrying a ball of cotton, without any hindrance.

In the night, he did not tell the direction, so he simply used the method of seeing things in the Nine Yin Sutras, and went down the mountain at full speed regardless of the steep cliffs and dense forests.

Just as He Xie left, a man in black jumped onto the wall of Shaolin Temple, looked at He Xie's figure as he was leaving, and then looked back at the location of Zhengdao Temple, with a trace of worry flashing in his eyes.

After hesitating slightly, he still chased He Xie in the direction he left like a big bird.

How sensitive is He Xie below?

After a while, I noticed someone following me. I turned around and glanced from afar. I saw someone with a face covering, leaping in the mountains and forests like a monkey, chasing him reluctantly.

The corners of He Xie's mouth curled up. As expected, this guy didn't go far, but he still exploded him. It's great, just follow him, so he saved him trouble and searched.

This trip to Shaolin Temple was intended to break the suspicion of Qiao Feng's murder of his master. In front of the Shaolin monks, he successfully locked the murderer into an old man over 50 years old, and was recognized by Xuan Ku.

As for whether Xuan Ku would misunderstand Qiao Feng when he saw Qiao Feng?

Actually it doesn't matter anymore.

If Xuan Ku could be calm, he might be able to support his internal strength until his internal strength was exhausted. But if his mood fluctuated slightly, he would be afraid that he would die immediately.

Moreover, with Xuanku's personality, I am afraid that I would not point out Qiao Feng on the spot.

That's why He Xie lifted out the only witness of the young monk.

At this moment, he thought of another thing. In the original plot, Ah Zhu also ran to Shaolin Temple at this moment, and was injured because of the aftermath of the battle between Qiao Feng and Shaolin monks.

I wonder if this scene will happen after he gets involved?

But even if it happens, it doesn't matter. With him, it's hard for Azhu to die.

Moreover, Azhu went to steal the Yijin Jing and was able to do it. He happened to borrow it to see what is the difference between the Yijin Jing, which is the world's Yijin Jing and the Yijin Jing in this world.

However, if Ah Zhu really stole the Yijin Jing, then before he left, he would just trick Qiao Feng into misleading the pursuers, and it would be a real trick.

Alas, brother, you have been wronged...

He Xie's thoughts flew around, but his feet were not stopping, leading the people behind him to run wildly towards the bottom of the mountain.

At the same time, in the Shaolin Temple Zhengdao Court, Qiao Feng was surrounded by more than ten Shaolin monks.

Qiao Feng was depressed. He was so cautious that he was still obedient to the man's words and was regarded as a scapegoat.

At this moment, Xuan Bu suddenly looked angry and pointed at Qiao Feng and shouted angrily: "It's you! Qiao Feng!"

"Qiao Feng?"

Xuan Ci was stunned and looked at Qiao Feng and said, "Is the donor Qiao Feng the former leader of the Beggars' Sect?"

Qiao Feng sighed in his heart, thinking that he was so embarrassed this time that he should learn from the masked man and cover his face.

He gritted his teeth, stepped forward and bowed respectfully, and said, "Disciple Qiao Feng, see Master Abbot, and see all the monks in Shaolin."

Finally, he knelt down to Xuanku with another thud and said excitedly: "Hello, Master, disciple Qiao Feng, please see Master!"

Xuan Ku originally smiled, but when he saw Qiao Feng's face under the moonlight, his face suddenly changed. He pointed at him and said with a trembling voice: "You, are you Qiao Feng?"

His face was shocked, painful, and deep pity and regret.

When Qiao Feng saw his master's expression was very strange, he was surprised and hurriedly said, "Master, my child is Qiao Feng. Master, you..."

Xuan Kuo laughed sadly and said, "Okay, OK, OK!"

After saying three words "good", he suddenly fell backwards.

"Junior brother!"

"Master!"

Everyone exclaimed, and the two old monks hurriedly took Xuanku, and one of them took his pulse and his face changed drastically.

He was slightly silent for a moment and said, "Amitabha, I have reported to the abbot and the junior brother Xuanku, and passed away."

The monks all looked sad and chanted Buddha's treacherously.

Qiao Feng's whole body was struck by lightning, and the man who was as fierce as iron also shook at this moment.

"Master...Master!" His sadness arose from his heart, and two lines of tears burst into his eyes!

Xuanci looked heavy, and looked at Qiao Feng who was kneeling on the ground and said slowly: "Although Donor Qiao is no longer in the Beggars' Sect, he is also a famous figure in the martial arts world. He comes uninvited today and doesn't know what's going on, and he still hopes to give advice."

Qiao Feng first kowtowed to Xuan respectfully, then stood up to his grief, wiped his tears, and said, "I was killed because of my enemies and my parents were killed. I was afraid that my master would be injured. The matter was urgent and I was not as good as not to report to the outside of the mountain gate. I would be rude. I would also beg you all for forgiveness. The disciple has a deep relationship with the Shaolin Sect and will never dare to offend the slightest."

Xuan Bu was furious when he heard this, pointing at Qiao Feng and cursing: "Qiao Feng, you still dare to speak nonsense? Qiao Sanhuai and his wife were clearly killed by you, what kind of enemy? I see that Junior Brother Xuan Ku's death is probably not related to you!"

Qiao Feng was angry, but he tried to resist and said calmly: "Master, did you see me killing with your own eyes? My disciples went home to reunite with their parents two days ago. They went to the mountain to collect firewood this morning. When they came back, they saw that their parents had been killed. The master just happened to have led people to arrive..."

After a pause, Qiao Feng's face flashed and he looked at Xuanbeng: "Disciple is unknown, why did the master rush to my house at that time?"

Xuan Kuang snorted coldly and said, "You are a Khitan evil species, like a beast. When I get this news, I will naturally prevent you from killing your adoptive father and mother and covering up your life experience. But I still have to go one step too late."

Qiao Feng held his fists and said, "Master, I will never dare to do this disobedience. There is another reason for this matter! The disciple swears that he will catch the murderer, cut him into pieces, and avenge his parents and master!"

Xuanci slowly spoke: "Donor Qiao, who is the one who has just kidnapped Zhi Nian? What are you planning to go to my temple?"

Qiao Feng said sincerely: "I dare not hide it from the master. That person and I actually met by chance..."

"Qiao Feng!" Xuannu couldn't help interrupting him again and glared, "Don't argue again, dare you say you didn't come with him?"

Qiao Feng stopped and said, "That person and I did come together, but..."

Xuantu couldn't help but sneer: "Before he left, he asked you if you succeeded in the work, how do you explain?"

Qiao Feng opened his mouth and said powerlessly: "Master, it was him who framed the blame."

"Amitabha..." Several old monks shook their heads together and looked at Qiao Feng with disdain, obviously treating him as a despicable person who is a mess.

Qiao Feng was inexplicably sad and angry, and he hated the man in black just now, causing him to suffer such an injustice.

He knew that nothing he said at this moment was useless, so he suddenly felt his true energy swelling, and shouted loudly and slapped forward with his palms.

The monks did not expect him to take action suddenly, and were shocked and rushed to resist.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Feng's attack fell to the ground, and it suddenly exploded to make smoke and dust spread everywhere. When the monks came to their senses, where was Qiao Feng's trace in front of them?

"Chasing!" Xuanci's face was as deep as water.
Chapter completed!