Martial Arts: I am in the Ming Cult and I am building a dynasty

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The more the Drunken Monk fought, the more shocked and angry he became, but he could not turn the disadvantage around.

The physical strength, true energy, and mental connotation required for each of the six pear blossom styles are absolutely terrifying. Even the Drunken Monk does not think he can perform them many times.

But in Yang Zhao's hands, the Six Styles of Pear Blossom seemed to have no consumption at all.

Naturally, Yang Zhao had no idea about the Drunken Monk's complaints.

Anyway, ever since the initial formation of the Pure Yang Immaculate Dao body, Yang Zhao had occasionally fought with others, and he always used his ultimate moves and decisive blows, and never used normal attacks.

The pure Yang and immaculate Taoist true body is already outrageous enough.

What's more, Yang Zhao also has the three secret techniques of Daluo Dongguan, Qi Body Origin and Liuku Immortal Thief to support him.

With the three unlimited firepower plug-ins of full health, full mana and full energy, it is so powerful.

What's more, Yang Zhao has been eyeing this drunken monk for a long time.

From the moment he first arrived in Wuxi City, Yang Zhao had actually discovered that someone was secretly observing and even following him.

At first, Yang Zhao was not sure who it was.

Until Yang Zhao left the city this morning and headed straight for the apricot forest.

On the edge of the apricot forest, Yang Zhao once again sensed the presence of someone following him, and at the same time he also vaguely sensed that the other party was protecting the Shaolin people.

This is why Yang Zhao frequently targeted the Shaolin people at the conference.

Yang Zhao's overbearing behavior was intended to force the drunken monk out.

So what if it’s the realm of heaven and man.

For Yang Zhao, if necessary, he could use his trump card. Yang Zhao was even confident that he could completely kill it in this apricot forest.

It's just that there's no need for that. Now is not the time to fight with Shaolin.

Besides, it is not my turn to fight a life-and-death battle with Shaolin.

He had done so much work in the Wuyishan incident, and it was flawless. As long as it was confirmed, Shaolin would be doomed.

By then, the most powerful people in the imperial court and numerous forces in the martial arts world will divide up Shaolin.

In this fight, the purpose is just to suppress the Drunken Monk's arrogance, there is no need to fight between life and death.

What's more, Yang Zhao had a battle with the Drunken Monk.

For the Drunken Monk, there was no benefit in winning and he could not kill Yang Zhao.

What if I lose? Oh, I don’t dare to think about it.

As expected, after the two had been fighting for half an hour, the Drunken Monk could no longer hold on and shouted in the middle of the fight: "My friend, this fight between you and me is really boring."

"Today, you and I are here to watch the Beggars' Sect Assembly to find out the truth of the matter. Why should we hurt the harmony?"

"After ten breaths, you and I will withdraw our hands together, stop fighting, and clarify our true intentions first. How do you think?"

Yang Zhao continued to attack and said, "You can stop, but does my previous proposal still count?"

The drunken monk paused, his mind wavering slightly.

However, in the fight between the masters, in that instant, one of the monks was not paying attention and Yang Zhao swept him with such force that he actually broke two inches of the Drunken Monk's beard.

The Drunken Monk's expression changed slightly, and he said, "Okay, I'll do as you say."

Yang Zhao calmed down and replied, "If that's the case, then we'll stop together after ten breaths."

Ten breaths of time passed in a flash.

No matter whether it was Yang Zhao or the Drunken Monk, under the watchful eyes of countless spectators, naturally no one could play any tricks.

The battle came to an abrupt end.

For a moment, the Drunken Monk stood in front of all the Shaolin people, lowering his head and breathing slowly.

Yang Zhao stood in the middle of the platform covered with scorch marks, and said with high spirits: "Everyone, Yang once again reiterates that today's matter is of great importance. Those who are still suspected and have no evidence will be punished by death."

"After I have finished speaking, who is in favor and who is against?"

Yang Zhao's words were solemn, upright, wise and broad-minded, and also had a hint of domineering aura that defied the will of heaven.

Naturally, no one present dared to object.

Even the people from Shaolin Temple and the Drunken Monk who was at the heavenly realm, swallowed their anger and dared not object.

At this point, Yang Zhao restrained his energy and looked at the famous detective Wuqing at the edge of the platform again.

When their eyes met, the ruthless gaze was slightly retracted, hiding the strange light in his eyes.

Yang Zhao smiled elegantly and said, "Captain Wuqing, this matter still needs your expertise to investigate. Please do your best to ensure that good people are not wronged and bad people do not escape."

Yang Zhao spoke these nice words so lightly.

Look, the character is established all of a sudden.

Wuqing nodded and said respectfully: "This is our responsibility, and we will not let Young Master Yang down for his support."

The two sides exchanged a few words.

Yang Zhao swung his sleeves, put one hand behind his back, and returned to his seat in great style.

Face this scene.

Zhao Shirong's eyes were shining with surprise, and he wished he could drag Yang Zhao to a deserted place right there and then and entrust him with the treasure he had treasured for more than twenty years.

Huang Rong couldn't help but jump up and throw herself into Yang Zhao's arms, rubbing against him like a kitten.

Chapter 69 Black Pot Welding Death Fight Wine Monk Suit Soft

The world's number one genius fought against the Shaolin celestial being and the drunken monk, it was like the opening ceremony of the Beggars' Sect Conference.

After this battle, everyone in the field became much more obedient.

Under such circumstances, the ruthless work was naturally easier to carry out, and the tone of the matter regarding Zhao Qiansun's letter was soon set.

The letters left by Zhao Qiansun that were taken out by Mr. and Mrs. Tan are tentatively confirmed to be authentic.

However, what Zhao Qiansun said in the letter was that the leader was the abbot of Shaolin Temple Xuanci.

Because the Shaolin sect plays a vital role in the martial arts world of the Song Dynasty, matters concerning the Shaolin abbot must be handled with greater caution, so it is still necessary to verify the matter of Qiao Feng's Liao bloodline.

Only in this way can we truly verify the truth of the Battle of Yanmen Pass in the past.

When faced with a hero like Qiao Feng, Wuqing actually has some respect for him.

But things have come to this point, and we can't give up halfway.

"My fellow martial artists, regarding the identity of Gang Leader Qiao..."

"Captain Wuqing, there is no need to say that I, Qiao Feng, am indeed of Liao descent. Before this, Qiao wanted to tell this, but since it concerns the reputation of the Shaolin abbot, I did not disrupt the meeting."

After saying this, Qiao Feng tore open his shirt without hesitation, revealing a wolf head tattoo on his chest.

Instantly, the entire conference was in an uproar.

Qiao Feng was fearless. He looked around and said, "My fellow martial artists, ever since the Wuyi Mountain incident was reported, I have been looking around for information about the origin of my own bloodline."

"A few days ago, Qiao learned from an old soldier at the border of Wuxi City that..."

"The wolf head tattoo on Qiao's body is a unique mark of the Liao nobles. It belongs to the Xiao family!"

This is a self-exposure statement.

Even for the naturally heroic Qiao Feng, this was an extremely heavy burden.

But soon, Qiao Feng adjusted his mood and continued, "A few days ago, Qiao and Young Master Yang got drunk at Songhe Tower and talked freely over the wine."

"As Young Master Yang said, my bloodline is innate and given by my parents. Qiao has no choice and is not afraid of being exposed."

"However, Qiao eats Han food, drinks Han wine, was born in the Han family, and grew up in the Han family."

"Qiao swears here that even if I find my ancestors and change my name in the future, I will still be a Han man and will never hurt a hair of my Han people, nor will I betray my Han court."

"This oath is witnessed by all heaven and earth. Anyone who violates it will be annihilated by the five thunders and will never be reborn."

The words that sounded like a declaration moved everyone present.

Only the people from Shaolin, as well as Bai Shijing, Quan Guanqing and others from the Beggars' Sect, had faces darker than the bottom of a pot.

The people in Shaolin were fine, as they were mentally prepared. They just felt that the blame on them was getting heavier, but they were still able to hold on.

Bai Shijing, Quan Guanqing and others were very shocked.

Originally, Bai Shijing, Quan Guanqing and others had already made up their minds. They obtained evidence from Kang Min that Qiao Feng was of Liao descent, and were preparing to drive Qiao Feng out and usurp the throne.

Now that this has happened, the excuses made by me and others seem far-fetched.

Especially after Qiao Feng's moving oath, if they and others continued to talk about it at this time, they would probably be drowned in the spit of the people in the martial arts world.

This is ridiculous.

Not to mention the ideas of Bai Shijing, Quan Guanqing and others.

At this time, Wuqing spoke again: "Boss Qiao is a man of unparalleled generosity and righteousness. Wuqing deeply admires him and will report today's incident to the court to clear Boss Qiao's name."

Qiao Feng bowed and said, "Thank you, Chief Constable Wuqing! But it doesn't matter. After today, I will resign from the position of leader of the Beggars' Sect. From now on, I will be a free and easy person. Whether I am vindicated or not, it will not have any impact on the situation of our Song Dynasty."

These remarks naturally made everyone present admire him even more.

If it were any other time, this incident would undoubtedly have caused quite a stir, but unfortunately, the current Beggars' Sect Conference was just an excuse.

The real highlight lies in the truth of the Wuyishan incident.

Proving Qiao Feng's Liao identity proves the authenticity of the Battle of Yanmen Pass.

At the same time, this also confirmed the fact that Xuanci was the leader.

All of a sudden, the faces of all the Shaolin people present turned extremely dark.

Even the Drunken Monk at the Heaven Realm was a little panicked and said hurriedly: "Everyone, the incident with the leader and Yanmen Pass might have been done by our temple's abbot."

"But I guarantee with Shaolin's thousand-year reputation that the events of Wuyi Mountain have absolutely nothing to do with Xuanci or Shaolin."

"It is very likely that this was deliberately instigated by the evil sect to sow discord among us, intending to kill our Shaolin..."

Under normal circumstances, a powerful celestial being would explain in such a humble and peaceful manner.

Maybe, possibly, or probably everyone believed it.

However, now that Yang Zhao was in charge and the imperial court had dispatched troops, many people in the martial arts world who had long been dissatisfied with Shaolin or wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to tear off a piece of the profits from Shaolin immediately started to clamor.

Wuqing quickly waved his hand to calm the atmosphere, and said, "My dear monk, if what you said is true, how do you explain the matter between the abbot Xuanci of your temple and Murong Bo, a descendant of the Xianbei royal family?"

The Drunken Monk forced an explanation: "That was just the personal relationship between Xuan Ci and Murong Bo."

Wuqing sneered and said, "How do you explain the large amount of money and letters exchanged between Shaolin and Wang Fu?"

The drunken monk took a deep breath and said, "Lord Wang Fu likes Buddhism, so he is considered a follower of my Buddhism."

Wuqing sarcastically said, "The Buddhist art of speaking with a lotus tongue is indeed powerful, but no matter how powerful the words are, they cannot change the evidence that is there. The deaths of Zhiguang, Zhao Qiansun and others on Mount Wuyi. Even if Shaolin is powerful, it should give an explanation to the court and the martial arts world in the end."

The Drunken Monk was a powerful celestial being, but now he had sweat on his forehead.

The damn chain of evidence was arranged so perfectly that the blame was almost welded onto his head, and there was no way to shirk it.

"This……"

"Hand over Xuanci and let us take him back to the capital for trial and investigation. What do you think, Master?"

"My ruthless donor, my Shaolin has its own Discipline Hall..."

"Haha, Master, you don't think that the crime of subverting the martial arts world and treason can be dealt with by your Shaolin Discipline Hall, right?"

"Subverting the martial arts world? The crime of treason? Why is it so serious?"

"Master, it's useless to say these things. You don't want the imperial court to send out a large army to cut down the mountain, break the gate, and destroy Shaolin, right?"

When the two clashed, the Drunken Monk, despite his extraordinary cultivation, was at a disadvantage everywhere.

On the contrary, the ruthless detective, who is only at the grandmaster level, has a rather aggressive and powerful air.

Faced with the oppression of the general trend, even the gods and men are just like that.

The Drunken Monk looked gloomy and said helplessly: "I will return to Shaolin now and send Xuanci safely to the capital..."

Witness this almost epic scene.