The heavens: pushing across all realms

"Deputy Gang Leader Ma died at the hands of his famous chokehold. Among the world, only the Murong family is the best at 'repaying him with his own way'. Even if Murong Fu did what he did, it would be impossible. I did it on behalf of the law enforcement elders."

Qiao Feng frowned and said in a deep voice.

Feng Ji shook his head slightly, took a sip of wine, and said: "Brother Qiao, chokehold and grasping are not a special skill. There are many people in the world who can practice this skill. Even if they can't practice it, it's no big deal if they know one or two of them. ."

"Impossible, this kung fu is the unique skill of Deputy Gang Leader Ma, and no one else can do it." Qiao Feng shook his head.

Feng Ji smiled and said: "Because he is the only one who knows how to do it, the only ones who can imitate his techniques and kill him should actually be the people around him."

Qiao Feng still couldn't believe that the law enforcement elder Bai Shijing had an irreversible friendship with him. He really couldn't believe that this matter was related to Bai Shijing.

He shook his head at the moment: "I still need to investigate this matter personally, and I must find out the truth."

Feng Ji smiled: "I'm afraid that you, the leader of the Beggar Clan, are about to reach your end."

"What?" Qiao Feng was stunned and looked at Feng Ji without knowing why.

Feng Ji smiled, pointed at several Beggar Clan disciples who were speeding towards them not far away, and said with a smile: "Look, trouble is coming."

Qiao Feng turned his head and saw several Beggar Clan disciples rushing upstairs, clasping their fists from a distance and shouting: "Clan Leader Qiao, something bad has happened. The law enforcement elder and the power transfer elder have been kidnapped."

Qiao Feng was furious and couldn't help but said: "What? Who is the enemy?"

The disciple of the Beggar Clan shouted: "It was the helmsman Quan Guanqingquan who united with the four great elders Xi, Song, Chen and Wu!"

Qiao Feng suddenly stood up, his face full of disbelief: "That's nonsense. The four elders of Xi, Song, Chen and Wu are seniors of our gang and have high moral standing. How could they do such a thing?"

"Gang Leader, everything I say is true."

"Where are the people?"

"In the apricot grove outside the city!"

When Qiao Feng heard this, he couldn't help but stand up and leave immediately.

Suddenly something occurred to him, he turned back to look at Feng Ji and said, "Brother Feng, did you know this earlier?"

Feng Ji drank a glass of wine, nodded and said, "I still know the reason for this, do you want to hear it?"

Qiao Feng's heart moved, and he immediately restrained his temper and sat down.

Feng Ji couldn't help but secretly praise him. His expression remained unchanged despite the collapse of Mount Tai. He was talking about people like Qiao Feng.

Now that the Beggar Clan is in rebellion, it's really not easy for him to be able to sit down and listen to himself.

"Brother Feng, please give me some advice." Qiao Feng said solemnly, cupping his fists.

Feng Ji nodded slightly and said: "The rebellion of the Beggar Clan was actually because they wanted to depose you as the leader of the sect. The four elders of Xi, Song, Chen and Wu were afraid that the two elders who spread the martial arts and enforce the law would not allow it, so they tied them up. .”

Qiao Feng's face was full of disbelief: "Impossible!"

He asked himself that he was completely sincere to the Beggar Clan. Over the years, the reputation of running the Beggar Clan has grown even more. He had done nothing wrong for the Beggar Clan. How could the elders of the Beggar Clan depose him as the leader?

Feng Ji smiled and said, "I know you don't believe it. You have no reason to refute the reason why they deposed you."

Qiao Fenghu's eyes widened: "What's the reason?"

"You are a Khitan."

Bang!

Qiao Feng slammed the table in an instant, with anger on his face, and shouted: "That's nonsense, Qiao respects you as a man, drinks with you, makes you a friend, why do you insult Qiao like this?"

Feng Ji smiled and asked: "Why do you think it is an insult to you because you are a Khitan?"

Qiao Feng said angrily: "The Khitans are worse than pigs and dogs. They killed me, a man from the Song Dynasty, and occupied the land of the Song Dynasty. How can I, a good man like Qiao Feng, be a Khitan dog?"

Feng Ji shook his head: "I used to think the same as you, people who are not from my race will have different hearts. It wasn't until I became a person in power that I realized that if we want to have peace and prosperity, we must have strategies for dealing with foreign races."

"There are so many ethnic groups other than the Han in the world. It is impossible for us to kill all the foreign ethnic groups."

"If we want to prosper and live in peace, we must assimilate them. Intermarriage, cultural export, and other methods can subtly change these alien races."

"Now the Khitans occupy Northeast China and other places, and they have countless Han people serving under them. The Khitan emperor is practicing the Chinese way. There is actually no difference between them and the Song people."

"You think the Khitans are like pigs and dogs, and they are barbarians. In fact, culturally speaking, they have been unified by Confucianism."

"From a personality perspective, everyone is the same. Your hostility is from the perspective of a state minister."

"If you go to Yanmen Pass, you can see that the Khitan people were brutal when they killed the Song people, but the Song people were just as brutal when they went to the Khitan territory to harvest grass and valleys."

"The essence of war is killing and conquering. There is nothing to say."

"But the Song people are not necessarily superior to the Khitan people, and the Khitan people are not necessarily superior to the Song people."

Qiao Feng couldn't help but frown and looked at Feng Ji, as if he wanted to see if he really thought so, or if he was just trying to deal with what he had said to humiliate him.

At this time, Qiao Feng had not yet reached the end of betrayal and separation, and could not understand Feng Ji's words.

After Feng Ji said this, he smiled and said: "Brother Qiao, why not let me go with you. If what I say is true, then you owe me a favor and do me a favor."

Qiao Feng raised his eyebrows: "Huh, so what if it's not true?"

"It's up to you to do whatever you want."

"good!"

Qiao Feng loudly agreed to the bet, but for some reason, he felt a little uneasy.

He could see that Feng Ji was really confident.

But if what Feng Ji said is true, then... is he really a Khitan?

Thinking of this, Qiao Feng's heart was pounding and his hands and feet were cold.

"No, it's absolutely impossible. How could I, a good man like Qiao Feng, be a Khitan dog thief?"

At that moment, Feng Ji got up and rushed out of the city with Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng was anxious, so he used his Qing Gong with all his strength and ran all the way.

Feng Ji easily followed behind him, and the two of them were getting faster and faster. When they reached the back, the Beggar Clan disciples who followed them could not keep up.

Only Feng Ji and Qiao Feng were left flying.

Qiao Feng was still worried about the rebellion at first, but when Feng Ji flew out of the city with him, he was surprised.

"This person's Qinggong is so powerful, and his internal strength is so deep that he seems to be even better than me? Let me give him a try!"

Taking a deep breath, his steps suddenly accelerated, and his figure suddenly exploded, whizzing away.

He ran for several miles in one breath and couldn't help but look back at Feng Ji's figure.

When he turned around, he was immediately shocked. It turned out that Feng Ji was always one meter behind him.

No matter how fast his speed increased, Feng Ji never fell behind.

His internal energy had reached its limit, and traces of white air came out from the top of his head.

But looking at Feng Ji, he didn't feel tired at all, and his expression was still relaxed.

Qiao Feng was suddenly amazed and couldn't help but stop.

Feng Ji also stopped and asked, "Why did you stop?"

Qiao Feng solemnly clasped his fists: "Brother Feng has outstanding qinggong, and Qiao admires him."

Feng Ji smiled: "You and I are in different realms. I am no longer a pure warrior."

Qiao Feng was stunned and couldn't help asking: "What does this mean?"

"I have reached the extreme level of martial arts and am pursuing the great path of cultivation."

Qiao Feng was shocked and didn't know what to say for a moment.

I just feel that the person in front of me is really arrogant to the extreme.

No one dares to say that they have reached the extreme level of martial arts. This is too much to brag about.

However, the opponent's skill is indeed deeper than his own.

Qiao Feng admitted this, but he couldn't agree because of his extreme martial arts skills.

He has always believed that there is no limit to martial arts.

At that moment, he forced a smile and said: "The apricot forest is in front of you. Brother Feng, please don't take action for a while. Everything is decided by me."

Feng Ji stretched out his hand and made a 'please' gesture.

At this moment, Qiao Feng walked into the apricot forest.

Before he could get closer, he heard shouting from inside.

"Hahaha, my young master went all the way to Luoyang to meet your gang leader, but you guys from the Beggar Clan came to Wuxi without even saying hello. You are too timid to see my young master, but my young master is so tired. It’s really unreasonable to take a trip, it’s unreasonable!”

When Qiao Feng heard this man's words, he couldn't help but frown and said, "Could it be that this man arrested the law enforcement elder?"

He took a few steps quickly and saw a man and three women surrounded by several disciples of the Beggar Clan in the woods.

The man was slightly fat, but two of the three women were people Feng Ji recognized.

One is Abi, the other is Wang Yuyan, and the other one is also very beautiful. It must be A'Zhu who was dressed as an old woman before.

Feng Ji and Qiao Feng entered the forest together. Qiao Feng shouted from a distance: "Is this brother from Mr. Murong?"

When the Beggar Clan disciples saw Qiao Feng, they all showed joy and hurriedly came forward to pay their respects: "I pay my respects to the leader of the sect."

When the slightly fat man heard this, he couldn't help but look at Qiao Feng and said, "Are you Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Clan? My brothers are different, so you must have heard of my name?"

Qiao Feng smiled: "It turns out to be Mr. Bao San, whose name I have admired for a long time."

"No, no, no, what's my reputation? It's just a notorious reputation. Hehe, everyone knows that I, Bao BuTong, cause trouble and hurt others with my words. Gang Leader Qiao, you came to Jiangnan casually without saying hello, but this is Yours is no longer."

Qiao Feng felt slightly angry and said calmly: "I'd like to ask Mr. Bao San for advice on what I am doing."

"My young master Murong respects you as the leader of Gang Qiao and is the number one figure. He took the trouble to go to Luoyang to find you. How come you came to Jiangnan so contentedly? Hehe, how can this be reasonable? How can it be reasonable?"

Qiao Feng smiled slightly, knowing that this person was indeed unreasonable. Why did he need to say hello to your Murong family when he came to Jiangnan?

Feng Ji also chuckled at the side: "When did Jiangnan become the territory of your Murong family? Is it possible that everyone who comes to Jiangnan has to say hello to your Murong family?"

Qiao Feng glanced at Feng Ji, with gratitude in his eyes, knowing that Feng Ji had spoken up for him.

Feng Ji didn't want to be delayed by these trivial matters. He just wanted the Beggar Clan to get to the point quickly, stage a plot to force Qiao Feng to abdicate, and personally verify that if Qiao Feng's fate could be reversed, his head would represent Tianzhong, one of the eight tribes. Can luck dissipate?

Bao Bubu saw that Feng Ji had interrupted and involved the reputation of the Murong family, and his eyes suddenly showed anger.

He shouted: "This is unreasonable. Who are you? How can you interrupt so randomly? You should be beaten, you should be beaten!"

He said it was time to hit him, but the man came over in a flash, and with a quick slap, he was going to hit Feng Ji on the face.

Qiao Feng was immediately furious. He was the one who brought Feng Ji. This guy was out of his mind and wanted to hurt someone.

Just as he was about to take action, he suddenly heard the sound of laughter coming from the air: "No, no, if we want to fight, who in this world doesn't know that I love fighting the most? Brother Bao San, who insulted the Murong family?" I’ll meet him!”

After saying that, he roared over and turned a single sword into a ball of strong wind, slashing towards Feng Ji.

The two girls Abi and A'Zhu in the distance had already recognized Feng Ji, and they couldn't help but look shocked.

"It's him!"

"Ah, Mr. Feng!"

Wang Yuyan couldn't help but look sideways and asked: "Sister A'Zhu, sister A Bi, do you recognize him?"

A'Zhu nodded quickly and said, "This person has extremely high martial arts skills and outstanding lightness skills. I'm afraid Third Brother Bao and Fourth Brother Feng will suffer."

Abi also said quickly: "Brother Bao San, be careful, this person has very high martial arts skills."

Bao BuTong was already approaching and slapped him.

But before his arm could even fall, a sudden burst of violent palm wind roared towards him.

Before he could react, he flew backwards with a crash, causing the trees to shake, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

At this time, Feng Ji waved his hand again and slapped a palm calmly.

Suddenly, the palm wind was strong, and with a crash, it hit the void.

Feng Bo Evil landed right in the air where the palm force was.

Bang!

The evil man in the storm was already knocked away by this palm before he could land.

With a thud, he hit the tree and lay on the ground with Bao BuTong.

A'Zhu and A Bi were shocked, and Wang Yuyan also ran over.

"Brother Bao, Brother Feng, are you okay?"

The two men helped them up, only to see that their faces were as pale as gold paper.

Qiao Feng watched from beginning to end and couldn't help but feel shocked.

"He just used two palms at random, without any plan, and no moves could be seen, but the palm power that burst out was so powerful and fierce that it was actually more powerful than my Dragon Subduing Palm Technique!"

"This person's inner strength is so deep that he is probably much higher than me."

Qiao Feng was shocked and immediately respected Feng Ji more and more.

A'Zhu and A Bi on the other side had anxious faces. Suddenly A'Zhu knelt down in the direction of Qiao Feng and cried: "Uncle Qiao, please save them. Although Brother Bao has a bad mouth, he has no bad intentions." of."

Qiao Feng frowned slightly, thinking that he came to Jiangnan to investigate the truth behind the death of Vice Gang Leader Ma, not to settle grudges. He walked over, helped A'Zhu up, and said, "Let me take a look."

At that moment, he grabbed the vests of Bao and Feng, and used his internal energy to push them to death. But for some unknown reason, he had a special fondness for the maid named A'Zhu.

Feng Ji watched this scene and was secretly surprised. It turned out that the moment Qiao Feng and A'Zhu came into contact, Feng Ji immediately saw a faint connection between the fates behind the two.

He recalled that it was rumored that among the eight tribes, Gandharva was originally the god of music of Emperor Shakti. They would have a good impression as soon as they met. He was afraid that the qi would cause trouble and the cause and effect would be connected.

Feng Ji felt strange in his heart, and his mind moved slightly. He suddenly raised his hand and used the Six Meridians Divine Sword to shoot the luck above A'Zhu's head in an instant!

Pfft——!

The Six Meridians Divine Sword pierced through the air and penetrated the air above A'Zhu's head. Suddenly A'Zhu screamed in fright.

And the luck of the Gandharva above her head suddenly dimmed a few points, and a faint golden light fell down.

Feng Ji was immediately overjoyed.

"When activated by the Six Meridians Divine Sword, it not only has the effect of hurting people, but also has the effect of cutting off luck and dividing cause and effect."

He carefully looked at the connection between A'Zhu and Qiao Feng's destiny, and sure enough, there was a slight disconnect.

Qiao Feng couldn't help but say: "Brother Feng, she is just a prostitute, why would she hurt someone?"

Feng Ji looked at Qiao Feng and smiled: "Brother Qiao, if I want to hurt her, I won't hit her above her head, but directly in front of her face."

"Are you from the Duan family in Dali? Did you use the Duan family's six-meridian sword just now?" Wang Yuyan couldn't help but ask.

Feng Ji glanced at her and smiled without saying a word.

Wang Yuyan was secretly worried: "Have even people from the Duan family in Dali come to Jiangnan to embarrass my cousin..."

Abi supported A'Zhu, glared at Feng Ji, and said, "Miss Cousin, his surname is Feng, and he is not from the Duan family in Dali."

Wang Yuyan was stunned: "Not a descendant of the Duan family? What kind of kung fu was the invisible sword energy just now?"

Feng Ji ignored the two people's speculations, but looked around, and suddenly he laughed.

However, he saw the sound of footsteps coming from all around, and a large number of Beggar Clan disciples were arriving.

From the southeast, a middle-aged man with a handsome face, wearing a scarf on his head, strode over and shouted: "Gang Leader Qiao, why are you here to heal the wounds of our enemies?"

Qiao Feng opened his eyes and looked at the person coming. He couldn't help but frown. Then he looked at the Beggar Clan disciples around him and was secretly surprised.

The disciples of this gang have always respected him very much. If they saw him from a distance in the past, they would have gone up to him and bowed down to say hello. Today, instead of greeting, these people held weapons in their hands and showed hostility.

He couldn't help but look at Feng Ji subconsciously, and thought of what Feng Ji had said in Wuxi City that the Beggar Clan disciples conspired to depose him as the leader.

"Is it possible that what he said is true?"

"It was just such a conspiracy, how did he know about it? Is he also one of the masterminds?"

"No, if he was the mastermind, why did he tell me such a secret in the city? Is this person a friend or an enemy?"

He forcibly suppressed the suspicion in his heart, looked at the man in the scarf, and shouted: "We came to Jiangnan to avenge Brother Ma. But in the past few days, I have made many inquiries and feel that Brother Ma was killed. The murderer may not be Master Murong."

This middle-aged man with a scarf is none other than Quan Guanqing, the ‘Scholar from all over the world’.

He is a very scheming person. In the Beggar Clan, the leader Ba Bao, who is second only to the six elders, is in charge of the ‘Great Wisdom Branch’.

He had a sinister look on his face and was about to speak when Feng Ji suddenly laughed and said: "Quan Guanqing, you are going to depose Qiao Feng as the leader of the gang. Right now, he is helping people develop their skills. Wouldn't it be a good idea to do it directly? I'm asking here and there. do what?"

Quan Guanqing was shocked. How could outsiders know such a secret?

He shouted hurriedly: "Who are you?"

Feng Ji smiled: "No need to ask, I am from outside the country. I came here just for a bet."

Everyone was shocked, and Qiao Feng couldn't help but look at him, knowing that the bet Feng Ji mentioned was a bet with him.

But the current situation seems to have confirmed Feng Jizhi's words. This time, he has lost the bet.

But now he doesn't care about winning or losing the bet, he just wants to find out what happened to the Beggar Clan, and why do everyone want to join forces secretly to depose him as the gang leader?