Juxian Village is located in Xingyang, Henan, not far from the Beggar Clan Headquarters.

The two brothers You Ji and You Ju, the "Two Heroes of the You Family", although they are not the best in martial arts, they are hospitable and generous.

In the past, everyone in the world went out of his way to make friends, and he tried his best to get anything he wanted, which was very Meng Chang's style.

Therefore, their Juxian Village is extremely prestigious in the martial arts world.

At this time, the floor of Juxian Manor was full of broken bowls and drinks.

"After drinking this bowl of wine to break up friendship with the heroes of the world, Qiao and the heroes of the world will wipe out all their past grudges!"

At this time, Qiao Feng had finished forty or fifty bowls, but he still looked calm.

Except for the bulging belly, there was no other abnormality at all.

Heroes from various martial arts sects came over to have a drink with him one by one.

"My surname is Qiao, let me have a drink with you!"

A short winter melon came up with a wine bowl, and his words were quite rude.

"You are worthy enough to drink this friendship drink with me?"

Qiao Feng scolded, stretched out his right hand, and threw the short winter melon from the hall door to the screen wall.

There was a chaos in the hall.

"Qiao took action, let's kill him together!"

"Everyone come together!"

"Okay, you go first!"

When the heroes saw Qiao Feng's majesty, no one dared to step forward.

"Everyone, we have more than 300 martial arts heroes here. If they swarm us, Qiao Feng will not be able to resist them no matter how powerful he is!"

The iron-faced judge Shan Zheng was the most active, and he was about to go up to the throne with the Tianling Cap on his head.

"Qiao Feng, you are this evil Khitan thief!"

"You killed your father, your mother, your master, you deserve to be killed! Come on, everyone!"

"The Khitan and the Song Dynasty are at odds with each other. Let's kill this evil Khitan thief!"

Mr. Tan and Mrs. Tan also shouted and rushed forward.

With them taking the lead, dozens of martial arts figures who thought they were quite powerful attacked at the same time.

"Everyone lean against the wall and take turns to go up and kill. Don't fight!" the owner of the village, You Ji, shouted quickly.

He was afraid of indiscriminate killing due to the large number of people, so instead of killing Qiao Feng, he hurt one of his own.

After all, there was only one person named Qiao Feng. If everyone dispersed and slashed with their swords, they would inevitably hit others.

Most of the martial arts people are vulgar martial artists, and all of them are very angry.

If you chop down one of your own, you'll be in trouble if a fire breaks out.

The heroes of Juxianzhuang have a conflagration meeting, which will make people laugh to death if word spreads about it!

"Yes, kill this evil Khitan thief, what are the moral principles of the world, and fight him in a wheel battle!"

"Kill!"

Seeing them attacking together, Qiao Feng said solemnly: "You all come together, why should Qiao Feng be afraid!"

As he spoke, his left palm made a bang sound, and the large wine jar in his hand immediately turned into thousands of pieces.

The broken tiles were extremely sharp. Pushed by Qiao Feng's sharp palm, they were like thousands of steel darts and flying knives, shooting at dozens of people in front.

"Ouch! My eyes!"

"my face"

Only shouts of curses, screams, and screams were heard.

With the stereo in hand, Qiao Feng was fearless and took the initiative to attack and kill him.

He is like a little novice in the palm of his hand.

After drinking, Qiao Feng's attack power doubled.

The drunkenness gradually came to him, his inner strength surged, and his palms flew, forcing the masters to be unable to get close.

However, there are too many enemies!

More than 300 people attended the Juxianzhuang Heroes Conference.

They have only one goal: to kill Qiao Feng!

Either for justice or for fame.

"Khitan dog thief, everyone will find it and kill it!"

"Everyone kill him together, and that woman, kill them all!"

Facing Qiao Feng, who was full of fighting spirit, the heroes surrounded him and yelled at him.

"Despicable!"

Qiao Feng originally thought that these martial arts warriors had a righteous heart and would not embarrass a weak woman.

Unexpectedly, I overestimated the limits of this group of people.

Not only did they not save A'Zhu, they also wanted to take her life.

How shameless!

Thinking of this, Qiao Feng roared angrily and took action like crazy to save A'Zhu.

He took advantage of the situation and grabbed the single sword from a rookie, and slashed horizontally with the steel sword in his left hand, showing unstoppable power.

There is no more psychological burden, just kill and it’s over!

But I saw that the white walls were spattered with blood, and many corpses fell in the hall, some with their heads missing, some with their bodies broken.

However, although Qiao Feng has experienced hundreds of battles and has never been defeated, facing so many masters at the same time is a risk he has never encountered in his life.

What's more, there is a seriously injured A'Zhu beside him.

It is quite difficult to escape with her intact.

"Qiao Feng is my adopted brother, who dares to touch him?"

Suddenly, a shout came from the horizon, the sound shook the sky, and seemed to break through the darkness.

The sound was like thunder from the sky, rolling in, and like the Milky Way, rolling down and pouring into Juxian Village.

"Qiao Feng is my adopted brother, who dares to touch him!"

It was deafening, and all the sounds in the world disappeared except for this rolling sound of drinking.

The heroes were shocked, and they all stopped and looked outside the gate.

Amidst the sound of golden drums, silk bamboos, and the sound of galloping horses suddenly came from outside the village.

The sound of hoofbeats became louder and louder, and all the heroes came out of Juxian Manor and looked outside.

I saw hundreds of horses galloping towards me. The rider at the front was holding a large yellow cloth flag, fluttering in the wind.

The letter was written in five big black and powerful characters: "The leader of the Beggar Clan!"

All those who came were dressed as beggars, carrying cloth bags on their backs and holding sticks in their hands.

The first to enter were more than a hundred six-bag disciples, followed by thirty or forty seven-bag disciples, and more than a dozen eight-bag disciples.

After a while, four elders carrying nine bags on their backs rode on their horses silently, lined up on both sides, and gave way to the main road.

Seeing the beggar gang's arrogant momentum, one can't help but feel a sense of solemnity.

"Duan Yu, the new leader of the Beggar Clan, is worthy of being a member of the royal family of Dali. His travel arrangements are so unique!"

Some people know that people in the Beggar Clan never ride horses or carriages unless they have important business. After all, they are beggars.

The splendid scene in front of him was no different from that of ordinary wealthy people. Many martial arts veterans shook their heads secretly when they saw it.

When beggars merge with the royal family, this beggar gang is afraid that things will change!

"Who is the new leader of the Beggar Clan?"

Everyone was whispering, and a martial arts rookie with little information whispered about Duan Yu's details.

"The leader of the Beggar Clan is named Duan Yu, and he is the eldest son of the Duan family in Dali."

"I heard that he once broke into Yanziwu alone and defeated Murong Fu!"

"What? Defeat Nan Murong?"

"is not that right?"

"I heard that Mr. Duan and Bei Qiao Feng also fought against each other, and Qiao Feng was also defeated."
To be continued...