When Zhao Ji had not said anything, Liang Shicheng beside him shouted, "Bold!" At the same time, the two guards who had been following behind also stepped forward and protected Zhao Ji.

The man glanced at Zhao Ji and sneered: "A man of seven feet tall, but he needs someone to protect him. Isn't this mediocre? If I really have the ability, I will be here, use your ability to beat me to kneel down and beg for mercy. You are the best hero in the world!"

Hearing this, Zhao Ji already understood that this man was just a rash man who was chaotic and had no reason to say to such a person. At this time, he also lost the interest in tourism and signaled Liang Shicheng and the others to retreat. Nodded to Qiao Feng and turned around and left. Qiao Feng was not a person who liked to cause trouble. Seeing that Zhao Ji no longer pursued him, he turned around and wanted to leave.

But the man refused to let go, and raised his toes, and the falling sword returned to his hand. Then he paused and shouted loudly. The blade actually rushed straight to Qiao Feng's back heart. The strong wind made people feel thrilled.

Qiao Feng heard the man's sword swing, raised his arms and pushed forward, and a soft force pushed Zhao Ji and the others several feet away, then flipped his palm and waved his tail and slapped it. However, although this man was so entangled that it was annoying, Qiao Feng only used five points of his slap in this palm.

"Good come!"

The man shouted loudly, turned his sword, pinched the back of the knife with both hands to face Qiao Feng's strong palm power. This time he came prepared and knew that Qiao Feng was a rare master in the world, so he gathered his skills between his arms and wanted to take over Qiao Feng's powerful palm.

Qiao Feng slapped the back of the thick knife, and the whole blade suddenly made a dull buzzing sound. The man's neck was exposed, and he gritted his teeth to resist the strong force of the palm. However, after a few breaths, he still couldn't hold it. His arms were sore and hard to hold it. The aftermath of the sword's palm power slapped like a wave. If he held on, it would be inevitable that the meridians would be damaged by the palm power.

Realizing that the skills of the two sides were too far apart, the man gave up resisting and stepped back several steps. Then he fell to the ground with his legs soft and his body swelled. His chest was filled with blood and blood. He breathed hard. After a while, he waved his fist and pounded heavily on his chest, and then he vomited a breath of turbid air.

Zhao Ji stood several feet away and was busy watching the man's reaction. Although he couldn't understand the more detailed inside story of this confrontation, he could see that Qiao Feng had the upper hand and was very proud. Qiao Feng's martial arts skills were so high that he rarely encountered opponents in the entire martial arts world. This reckless man was afraid of death and dared to tease Qiao Feng. He was really ignorant.

After Qiao Feng forced his opponent back with one palm, he did not rush to attack. He held his palm and stood up. He looked at the big man and said in a deep voice: "Friend, stop at the right time. If you continue to entangle, it will be rare to be convenient for both moves."

The man was not discouraged after losing with one move, but just sat on the ground and shook his head and sighed: "What a pity! A good man with such a strong martial arts skills actually became a mediocre person. He really failed this good martial arts skills!"

"Practicing martial arts and practicing martial arts is just a small way to strengthen your body and defend yourself. Only by being able to use it in the world and helping the people is considered a real talent. You are so stupid that you put the cart before the horse. I don't care what you think in your heart, but if you insult my best friend again, then I can only be polite!"

Qiao Feng was able to command thousands of gang members from the Beggars' Sect, and his behavior was naturally full of majesty. Now he lowered his face and gave a warning. The man was intimidated for a moment, and he didn't dare to say anything else after opening his mouth.

Zhao Ji didn't feel angry about this person claiming to be a mediocre person. There was no reason to be said to be such a confused logical person. However, when he heard Qiao Feng say he would protect him, Zhao Ji was quite happy. The nearly month of emotional investment was finally not in vain. His image in Qiao Feng's eyes had been well shaped, and his mood improved.

At this moment, footsteps sounded again in the arch. Without hesitation, three people walked out of the arch. On the left, there was a scar monk with a face, and although he had a scar on his head, he had a fleshy face, not a good person. On the right was a Confucian scholar with a smile on his lips, his eyes wandered around, and then he immediately turned his eyes on Zhao Ji, full of scrutiny. Among this monk and Confucian monk, he was a middle-aged man with a surprising appearance. The middle-aged man only wore a simple blue cloth robe, but his demeanor was extremely extraordinary, and he had a terrifying aura between looking around.

"My brother is reckless and becomes crazy about martial arts. I'm really sorry for offending you."

The middle-aged man walked up and reached out to support the man sitting on the ground, then walked to Qiao Feng and bowed: "You are not only skilled in martial arts, but also rare to have extraordinary knowledge. You have learned the teachings just now and benefited a lot. But you just stood a little far and didn't hear them very clearly. I hope you can give me some advice."

Qiao Feng stared at the man for a moment, his expression was a little solemn, and then turned to Zhao Ji and said, "Prince Zhao, please take a step first, I'll catch up later."

Zhao Ji had heard the middle-aged man speak before, and he said that a reasonable normal person had finally come. After scrutinizing for a while, he realized that he was going to get back the scene. He heard Qiao Feng let him leave first, and his mood became tense. Could it be that this middle-aged man's martial arts skills were so high that Qiao Feng was afraid?

"It's not that easy to leave? I bullied my brother, no one can leave without saying anything!"

The scar-faced monk sneered, stepped forward and rushed out several feet a few times. He stopped Zhao Ji and others in his breath, staring at Zhao Ji to death.

"Monkey Baoguang, don't talk nonsense. How could I be bullied by others!"

The big man snorted dissatisfiedly, then turned to the middle-aged man and said, "Master, don't worry about this matter. I will compete with this hero in martial arts, and the winners and losses will be open and honest. If you take action, won't we become villains who bully the less?"

"Shi Bao, come back, and you have your own opinions on what you teach me!"

The Confucian scholar said to the man: "But if you take care of you for a while, you will get a problem. You should take care of yourself first! I will use the rules to deal with you later. Don't blame me for the punishment too much!"

The great Han Shibao was very afraid of Confucian scholars. He shrank his neck after hearing this, and stepped aside and dared not speak again.

The situation on the field is that the middle-aged man confronts Qiao Feng, and the Scarface Monk blocks the way Zhao Ji and others. Liang Shicheng is a little panicked, afraid that the fierce-looking Scarface Monk will be detrimental to the prince, so he stepped forward and acted as if he was loyal to protect the master. Then he was about to call out Zhao Ji's identity to let these people retreat, but Zhao Ji patted his shoulder and stopped him.

"Brother Qiao, you just let go. Although I am not capable, I still have the courage to watch the battle, so I will cheer for you here. They want to ask for an explanation, and after the competition, I will naturally give them an explanation!"

Zhao Ji stood there calmly, not only without fear on his face, but also stared at the middle-aged man with interest.

When Qiao Feng heard this, he stopped saying anything. The reason why he asked Zhao Ji to leave first was not that he was afraid of the middle-aged man, but that the battle might affect Zhao Ji later. However, seeing that Zhao Ji was not afraid, he naturally had no scruples. He immediately clasped his fists at the middle-aged man and said, "Please."

After hearing this, the middle-aged man laughed loudly, his sleeves shook and pointed to the knife and cut straight towards Qiao Feng's chest. Qiao Feng waved his palm to meet him, and his two palms were about to part with one touch. He then stepped back several steps, his expression seemed a bit solemn, and it seemed that both of them regarded each other as strong enemies.

"Monkey Baoguang, look at it. This hero and the leader can be evenly matched! If I lose to such a master, can I be considered bullied?" The big man Shi Bao saw that the two of them became cautious after trying to each other. He smiled and clapped his hands heartlessly.

"Stop it, you!"

After hearing this, Monk Baoguang and Confucian scholars shouted in unison, saying, "They all know that their sect leader has great martial arts skills. Although they have never become famous in the martial arts world, they rarely have opponents in the martial arts world. However, they did not expect that this young man looked much older than the sect leader, but his martial arts skills were equal to the sect leader, and his heart was filled with surprise.

Just as the two sides were confronting each other and waiting for the opportunity to take action, Zhao Ji suddenly smiled and said, "The leader of the Manichaeism, you have also experienced the martial arts of my brother. How about this contest?

Hearing Zhao Ji's words, the other party's faces suddenly changed, and the middle-aged man couldn't help looking at Zhao Ji and asked: "Dare you ask how you learned Fang La's name? Have we ever seen it?"

Zhao Ji walked to Qiao Feng, shook his head with a calm smile on his face and said, "Seeing or not seeing each other is not a good fate. Your brother is arrogant and unreasonable, and he hurts others with bad words. He should be taught a lesson. If you want to ask for an explanation for him, then you should listen."

Speaking of this, Zhao Ji paused, then his face turned coldly and said, "I advise you to go wherever you come from. If you want me to see you in Bianliang City tomorrow, then stay forever! Although you have good martial arts, nearly 800,000 imperial guards in Bianliang City are stationed. If you want to leave a few people, it is very simple. If you know more, leave immediately, otherwise don't say that you are not prepared!"

Hearing such unceremonious words, everyone below Fang La's face became gloomy. The big man Shi Bao said angrily: "You are so domineering. I just drove you out of the temple gate, but you want to drive us out of Bianliang City! Ha, it would be better if you really have that skill! With your weak look, I poked you with one finger!"

"Shi Bao, stop!"

The Confucian scholar shouted, then walked to Fang La and whispered: "Master..."

Fang La stared at Zhao Ji for a moment, and then his eyes fell on Qiao Feng again: "My friend is not very old and has great martial arts skills. He should not be an unknown person in the martial arts world. How dare you ask for the name of the honor?"

Qiao Feng was a little surprised because Zhao Ji pointed out Fang La's identity at once. After hearing this, he couldn't help but look at Zhao Ji. Zhao Ji opened his mouth to replace Qiao Feng and replied: "There is no chance of meeting each other, and it is useless to communicate with each other. If Master Fang has any doubts about my previous words, he can stay in Bianliang City until tomorrow, and naturally someone will come to solve your doubts."

After hearing this, Fang La smiled loudly and bowed to Zhao Ji, "There are many outstanding people in Bianliang, and I finally saw this. As Yanei said, goodbye will never happen. In this way, then I will say goodbye!"
Chapter completed!