"What's going on in your Shaolin?"

Duan Yu frowned and said, "Earlier you framed my sworn brother Qiao Feng, and now you've come to trouble me again."

"Why, you Shaolin can't tolerate my beggar gang, do you really think of yourself as the leader of the martial arts alliance?"

Xuan Ji on the side immediately retorted: "Qiao Feng killed his adoptive parents and his teacher. This person is inferior to a beast and the world will never tolerate him!"

"Fart! This whole thing happened because of Shaolin, how dare you blame my sworn brother!"

Since the other party is shameless, Duan Yu does not need to save face for Shaolin.

He looked at Xuanji and asked: "Tell me, who was the "big brother" in the Central Plains martial arts world during the battle at Yanmen Pass thirty years ago?"

Who is the leading brother?

The people from Shaolin will definitely not answer.

Because they know.

"Amitabha!" Xuanji looked evasive and said the Buddha's name.

Duan Yu sneered: "Why, you don't dare to say that person's name in front of all the heroes in the world?"

"What do you know!"

The iron-faced judge Shan Zheng jumped out and shouted: "The leader is a highly respected person in the martial arts world, not the evil person you think!"

"Yes, he is a famous figure in the martial arts world. He also misbelieved what others said at that time."

A few martial arts people who knew the inside story shook their heads and sighed.

Duan Yu sneered and said, "Isn't the leader the master Xuanci, the abbot of Shaolin Temple? Is there anything that can't be said?"

Hearing this, the heroes were in an uproar.

Qiao Feng was startled and immediately said: "Xian brother! Don't talk nonsense!"

It's not that he doesn't believe it.

But I can't believe it.

Master Xuanci is highly respected in the martial arts world.

How can he be the big brother who takes the lead?

"Brother Feng, I'm not talking nonsense. Just ask these sanctimonious people."

Duan Yu turned around and shouted: "Master Xuannan, is the leader the abbot Xuanci?!"

"Amitabha!"

The two eminent monks of the Xuan generation were the brothers of Abbot Xuanci and knew the truth about what happened back then.

Monks don't lie, but they don't necessarily tell the truth.

So they chose to say Amitabha to express their refusal to answer.

After all, in front of the heroes, you have to maintain the image of a virtuous monk, and lying will affect Shaolin's reputation.

"If you don't tell me, I will tell you!"

Duan Yu directly exposed what happened thirty years ago.

From Abbot Xuanci being deceived by Murong Bo, to him organizing the Yanmen Pass War.

Later, Master Xuanku taught Qiao Feng martial arts, and Wang Jiantong raised Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng knew all the latter things. Xingzilin was exposed that day.

When Duan Yu said this, he immediately tied the whole thing together and solved the confusion in Qiao Feng's heart for many days.

If the leading brother is Abbot Xuanci, many things will be explained clearly.

After all, only a handful of major martial arts sects such as Shaolin and the Beggar Clan could organize such a large-scale interception and killing event in the Central Plains martial arts world.

Moreover, with so many people concealing the true identity of the leading brother, the leading brother must be extremely prestigious and powerful.

"As the leader of the Beggar Clan, I am responsible for all my words and deeds!"

"If you don't believe it, please go to Shaolin and ask Abbot Xuanci to come out and prove it!"

Seeing that Duan Yu was so sure, many people believed him.

The most important thing in the world is status and reputation.

The farts of people with high status always smell good.

"My dear brother, do you know who the evil man is who killed my parents and mentor?"

Qiao Feng has suffered too much notoriety.

Killing parents and teachers, even in an era of moral decay, is quite inhumane!

This pot must be removed!

Duan Yu nodded and said: "Of course I know, that person is right here!"

"Come out! Lao Xiao!"

With that said, Duan Yu struck out with his palm towards the courtyard wall.

His consciousness had already locked onto Xiao Yuanshan, who was eavesdropping outside the courtyard wall.

"Boy, what a great skill!"

An old man in black flew out from the wall.

He was burly, tall and mighty, and his face was covered by a black scarf, leaving only a pair of thick eyebrows and big eyes.

A pair of eyes looked forward, sparkling with lightning, showing extremely deep inner strength.

He glanced at Duan Yu and it was like a bolt from the blue.

"Old Xiao, don't you explain it?"

Duan Yu chuckled and did not reveal Xiao Yuanshan's identity.

"Where did you come from, and you actually know about me?"

Xiao Yuanshan's eyes were filled with cold light, and he punched suddenly.

At first glance, he was still far away, but in a blink of an eye he was close, his movements were extremely fast.

Duan Yu was not polite, he tapped his index finger and thumb on his sleeve, making a pistol gesture.

"Chichi!"

Two sword energy shot out and hit Xiao Yuanshan's chest directly.

Faintly feeling the power contained in it, Xiao Yuanshan's expression changed, and his figure suddenly flew sideways.

He is extremely fast, walking in the shape of a snake skin, and can barely avoid the sword energy.

"Boy, you are meddling in other people's business and seeking your own death. I can't blame you for that!"

Xiao Yuanshan frowned and looked unkind.

He sneered, and floated in front of him like a leaf. He struck out with his palm and made a whirring sound. The wind from his palm was as strong as a strong wind.

Xiao Yuanshan didn't move his palm quickly, but his palm power was solid, simple and unpretentious, as steady as a mountain.

Anyone with some knowledge in martial arts can see the extraordinary power of this palm.

"Who is this masked man?"

"It doesn't look like the Central Plains martial arts, but it seems to be the Shaolin martial arts."

The heroes exclaimed.

I didn’t expect that there would be such a person with outstanding martial arts skills in the martial arts world!

"laugh!"

Amidst the light whistling sound, a sword energy shot out and shot directly into Xiao Yuanshan's palm.

The sword energy was powerful, moving vertically and horizontally, overflowing with energy, the sword energy was so dense that the air seemed to be broken into pieces.

Facing the Six Meridians Divine Sword, Xiao Yuanshan did not panic at all.

He raised and turned his palms, and several leaves on the ground suddenly flew up, shooting towards the sword energy.

"Boom boom..." With a few crisp sounds, the leaves exploded and turned into balls of powder falling down.

"Pick your fingers!"

The Shaolin monks immediately recognized this unique skill.

The well-informed people in the field also saw it, and they all looked at the two Shaolin monks.

What happened to Shaolin?

Looking at this man's long hair, he doesn't look like a monk.
To be continued...