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"Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me for being impolite."
While talking.
The Sweeper Monk leaped up, his hands forming claw marks as he attacked Qiao Feng. He moved so fast that only a black afterimage could be seen.
This is the Dragon Claw Hand, one of the Shaolin's signature techniques. When it is used by a Grandmaster in the later stages, its power is undoubtedly immense.
whoosh-
at the same time.
The system notification sounded in Qiao Feng's ears.
[Ding! Martial Arts Golden Core Experience Card successfully activated. Within one hour, the host's cultivation level will reach the early stage of Martial Arts Golden Core.]
Qiao Feng's five senses perception abilities improved instantly, his internal power increased more than tenfold, and he felt an unprecedented power spreading throughout his body.
After reaching the Golden Core realm of martial arts, he seemed to see that the Sweeper Monk's speed had slowed down considerably, and he could completely dodge the latter's attacks.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The two quickly engaged in combat.
From the second-floor corner of the Sutra Repository to the fifth-floor corner eaves, luminous energy fragments continuously burst forth in the area.
The Sweeper Monk's Dragon Claw Hand was powerful and domineering, creating more than a dozen claw shadows with each strike, a result of its incredible speed.
Looking at Qiao Feng again, he dodged attack after attack, appearing completely at ease.
What's happening here?
Why was this fellow able to predict my moves in advance?
The current Qiao Feng is on a completely different level compared to the one he displayed when we fought yesterday!
More than a dozen rounds passed.
The Shaolin Sweeper Monk could no longer remain calm. He began to suspect that Qiao Feng had been hiding his strength, otherwise how could he have become so troublesome?
Or……
Qiao Feng's cultivation level is even higher than mine, having reached the perfect Grandmaster realm.
The idea was rejected as soon as it came to mind by the sweeping monk of Shaolin.
The path of cultivation is about seizing the creation of heaven and earth, like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you fall behind.
Besides needing sufficient talent, one also needs to cultivate in seclusion for a long time, and only through the accumulation of years can one elevate their internal strength to a higher level.
Qiao Feng was so young, yet he was able to reach the early stage of the Grandmaster realm, which was a once-in-a-century achievement. Even if a reclusive master passed on his inner strength to him, it would be impossible for him to reach the perfect Grandmaster realm.
After all, in the martial arts world, the transmission of inner power through enlightenment is usually led by reclusive masters. Even if it costs them their own lives, it would be good if the recipient could absorb 70% of the inner power.
Unless a martial arts Golden Core realm expert relinquishes all their cultivation and bestows their fortune upon another, it is impossible to create a Grandmaster at the peak of their skill.
However, the Northern Song Dynasty did not have any peerless experts for over a hundred years; at least, the Sweeper Monk had never heard of one in his lifetime.
"Old monk, you dare to be distracted while fighting me? Get down!"
Qiao Feng's cheerful voice pulled the Sweeper Monk back to reality, and then he used a move called "Regretful Dragon Soaring," condensing a ten-zhang energy claw that slammed down.
In the heat of the moment, the Shaolin Sweeper Monk used his perfected Dragon Claw Hand to fight back, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, a futile and overestimating effort!
Boom! ! !
In an instant.
The eaves of the Sutra Repository were shattered, and the Shaolin sweeping monk and countless pieces of sand and gravel fell and crashed onto the stone slabs dozens of meters below.
"Grandmaster Kongran..."
The monks' expressions changed drastically, and they wanted to go and rescue the Shaolin Sweeper Monk.
bang——
The Shaolin sweeping monk shook off the shards pressing down on him and looked up at Qiao Feng above the Sutra Pavilion with a shocked expression.
Ignoring the monks who had rushed over, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, patted his robe, and said, "The release of Qi and the manifestation of energy are truly remarkable. I never expected that Benefactor Xiao would receive such great fortune and become the first martial arts Golden Core Realm expert in the Northern Song Dynasty in a hundred years. I am ashamed to admit my inferiority."
The sweeping monk sighed deeply, his voice filled with shock and a hint of envy.
He had been sweeping the floor of this library for 43 years, and had long since seen all the existing secret martial arts techniques of Shaolin Temple, hoping to find a way to break through.
Unfortunately, after countless attempts, he couldn't even reach the Grandmaster level, let alone the Golden Core stage. The sweeping monk wondered if it was because he was getting old.
Upon hearing the sweeping monk's words, the Shaolin monks present were dumbfounded, their faces showing disbelief.
hiss!
"Martial... Martial Dao Golden Core!"
"How can this be?"
"Isn't Xiao Feng only thirty years old?"
"Is his talent even greater than that of his Grandmaster Kongran?"
"..."
The Shaolin disciples, led by a dozen or so eminent monks, exchanged glances, their hearts filled with turmoil.
this moment.
They looked up at Qiao Feng's figure on the tower of the Sutra Repository, their gazes as if they were staring at a monster.
Upon realizing that the latter had come to Shaolin to cause trouble, some of the monks turned pale and instantly lost all color in their faces.
That's a martial arts Golden Core expert!
To them, they were legendary figures.
Now that they are being targeted by such people, how can the Shaolin Temple cope?
At this moment. Private.
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More and more monks arrived from all directions, and even Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, who had been hiding in the back mountains of Shaolin Temple, emerged from seclusion.
Not long ago, the two had each stolen a martial arts manual from the Shaolin Temple's library, and after several days of seclusion, they had no clue what to do with it. Now, they happened to discover flames engulfing the library, suggesting a battle had taken place, so they rushed there to investigate.
Above the tower of the Sutra Repository. (See also...)
Qiao Feng stood atop the eaves, arms crossed, his voice echoing throughout Shaolin once more.
"I'll ask you one more time, where is Abbot Xuanci? Call him out to me immediately, or tonight I will unleash a massacre and make your Shaolin Temple a living hell!"
Chapter 17 The Hatred of Killing One's Mother is Unforgivable: The Truth Behind the Yanmen Pass Massacre
A somber atmosphere permeated the area outside the library.
After being denied an audience with Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin Temple twice, Qiao Feng could no longer tolerate such treatment.
At this moment, he was blinded by hatred!
Anyone who tries to stop him will be killed on the spot, and his cultivation at the Golden Core Realm of Martial Arts is his greatest asset!
“Benefactor Xiao, I still maintain that revenge only leads to more revenge. Although I am no match for you, I am not afraid of death.”
The Shaolin sweeping monk clasped his hands together and said resolutely, "If Benefactor Xiao can let go of his hatred, this old monk is willing to give his own life. There is no need to make it a lose-lose situation."
"joke!"
Qiao Feng coldly retorted, "The hatred for killing one's mother is irreconcilable. How can you just let it go? I have no interest in your life. I only want to ask Abbot Xuanci face to face whether he was the ringleader who planned the massacre at Yanmen Pass back then?"
The monks were shocked by the sound.
The Shaolin monks looked at each other and began to whisper among themselves.
The events that had occurred in the martial arts world during this period had already spread to the martial arts community. Everyone knew that Qiao Feng was a Khitan, and about the massacre at Yanmen Pass.
The mysterious leader naturally became a topic of conversation among some people in the underworld, who all wanted to know who this leader was.
Now, Qiao Feng has directly questioned the Shaolin abbot about whether he is the leader. This question is not unfounded; perhaps he has found some clues.
This news is truly unexpected!
"How dare you, Xiao Feng, question Abbot Xuanci! This is a grave disrespect to Shaolin!"
"Abbot Xuanci is a highly respected and virtuous monk. How dare you doubt his identity? You are extremely presumptuous!"
"Tell me, in the martial arts world today, who doesn't know Abbot Xuanci's reputation? What right do you, a Khitan, have to question him!"
"Yes, what right do you have to question the abbot!"
"Get down here and face your death! Do you think you can kill all the Shaolin disciples?"
"Abbot Xuanci must not be insulted..."
Many Shaolin disciples started to jeer, and even some highly accomplished monks stared at Qiao Feng on the tower with hostile eyes, ready to fight at any moment.
As time went on, more than a dozen Shaolin masters arrived outside the Sutra Repository.
The Shaolin sweeping monk sighed inwardly and gently shook his head.