Because the martial arts competition was initiated by the You brothers and Xue Muhua, and now that the You brothers have committed suicide, Xue Muhua naturally makes the decision. Although Xue Muhua is not very good at martial arts, his reputation is not low at all.

Xue Muhua looked at the free and relaxed Yang Xuan on the roof and said, "Who are you? Are you an accomplice of Qiao Feng, a Khitan man?"

"There is something wrong with you. Do I know you? How do you know that I am Qiao Feng's accomplice? Then let's make a bet. If I am not Qiao Feng's accomplice, how about I kill you." Yang Xuan dug up.

Pick your nose.

Before Xue Muhua could speak, everyone in the martial arts community had already recognized Yang Xuan.

"Black, black evil scholar."

"How did he get here?"

"It is said that the evil scholar and Qiao Feng have a close relationship."

"It's over, it's over, Black Evil Scholar is famous for being moody."

Waves of exclamations resounded from the martial arts crowd below.

"Everyone in the world knows that you have a close relationship with Qiao Feng, yet you still want to say that you are not Qiao Feng's ally." Xue Muhua said.

"Hahahahaha, everyone in the world knows it, why don't I know it? I'm laughing so hard. Moreover, even if I am Qiao Feng's friend, what's wrong, no, do I still need to inform you about who I am friends with? Don't you think so?

Which green onion?" Yang Xuan said disdainfully.

Yang Xuan jumped off the roof, used his finger to stop Qiao Feng's bleeding and said, "Brother Qiao, it's too bad this time. This monk is pretty good, and the others are probably only third-rate or second-rate."

"Brother Yang, I killed Elder Xi by mistake and left him faceless in this world." Qiao Feng said with all his thoughts in despair.

"Please, you are not a child. Those elders were already prepared to be killed when they took action. Otherwise, they would only be allowed to kill people and you would not be allowed to fight back. What kind of rules are they?" Yang Xuan comforted. At this time, Yang Xuan

He had transformed into Qiao Feng's personal mentor, and used some modern poisonous chicken soup to force Qiao Feng hard. After educating Qiao Feng, Yang Xuan turned on this group of so-called martial arts masters.

"What should I say to you? Brother You actually committed suicide. Why don't you just kill a few foreign enemies and kill a few foreign enemies? Now there are Khitan, Xixia,

Tubo, the heroes are looking around, you actually have the leisure and elegance to deal with Qiao Feng, anyway, I

Now you see it clearly, if you don't force Qiao Feng to go to the Khitan, you won't give up, right? A bunch of cock-crowding and dog-robbers actually dare to call themselves heroes, bah," Yang Xuan complained.

"Hmph, many of us have a blood feud with the Khitan people. Your Excellency must be too lenient." A person from the Jianghu said.

"That's to kill the Khitans. Come on, let's count. There are a few who have killed more Khitans than Qiao Feng." Yang Xuan pointed out.

Everyone fell silent for a moment. It is true that many people had a blood feud with the Khitans, but they did not have the guts to cause trouble with the Khitans, nor did they want to join the army and lose their freedom.

"A great chivalrous person serves the country and the people. You guys are nothing. It is not easy for COSCO Martial Arts to produce a person with leadership skills (ˉ▽￣~) and ~~ martial arts skills, but he was killed by a woman and a few traitors.

Even though we were forced to leave, the reason why we Han people can continue to pass on our heritage is not only through force, but also through our splendid civilization.

Look at how many nomads want to annex our rich and prosperous land in Zhongyuan, but few seem to have succeeded. After a hundred years, haven't we become Han people? There are still a few Xianbei clan in the Northern Wei Dynasty who can speak Xianbei dialect.

They all speak our Han language." Yang Xuan said earnestly.

This is what Yang Xuan always wanted to say when he was watching the TV series. If someone looks at Yang Xuan from the perspective of a bystander, it would feel like they have seen the scene of MLM brainwashing, good chicken soup, poisonous chicken soup, and drinking it to death.

"Xue Muhua, help me cure this girl A'Zhu. By the way, don't tell me that I'm forcing you to stop seeing a doctor. I won't force you either. I'll go find trouble for your master and master.

, you have to think carefully and don’t make any mistakes." Yang Xuan said to Xue Muhua.

Xue Muhua was silent, obviously weighing the pros and cons. Yang Xuan's current name was simply known to everyone. After all, 500 soldiers were killed on the spot in that battle, which was so fierce and powerful.

A man in the world who wanted to be famous said, "Is it possible that I won't kill Qiao Feng today?"

"Tch, you want to kill Qiao Feng? Don't you just want to be famous? Come on, come on, let's wait until you can hold my ax with one hand." Yang Xuan said disdainfully.

As soon as everyone heard that there was something going on, a few busybodies walked over and were about to pick up the ax stuck on the floor and start a good fight.

Yang Xuan's face fell off.

A kid wanted to pick up the ax with one hand. After a few breaths, he started to pick it up with both hands. The veins on his forehead were visible, but unfortunately the ax didn't even move.

Now everyone became curious and ran over to try it. In the end, even Xuannan's move made the ax shake slightly.

Qiao Feng supported A'Zhu and said, "Brother Yang, how heavy is your weapon?"

As soon as Qiao Feng finished speaking, everyone's ears stood up.

Yang Xuan thought about it, and according to the Song Dynasty, one pound should be about 650 grams. After calculating, he said, "It's not particularly heavy, it weighs more than 600 pounds."

"What?"

"How can it be."

"Heixie Scholar, this person's physical strength is truly unparalleled."

Everyone's words of exclamation came one after another.

An ordinary sword only weighs a few kilograms, and a heavy one weighs about 10 kilograms. Some hammers with sticks or staffs only weigh twenty or thirty kilograms, which are already considered heavy weapons.

Yang Xuan easily picked up the weapon with one hand and said arrogantly, "Is there anyone out there who wants to cause trouble for Qiao Feng? If so, come forward and let me see it."

Everyone was silent for a while. If Qiao Feng was alone, there would be no problem for everyone to cheer, but the black evil scholar is different. If you fight him alone or in a group, you may not be able to hurt him, let alone kill him. Besides, black evil scholar

The evil scholar is not as good-tempered as Qiao Feng. He is both good and evil. He may get angry at some point. The total number of people here is not enough for Yang Xuan to kill him.

In this way, the martial arts conference broke up unhappy because two owners of Juxian Village died. Therefore, after everyone dispersed, Yang Xuan, Qiao Feng and A'Zhu stayed at Xue Muhua's house to treat A'Zhu. During this period, they often asked Xue Muhua some questions.

Medical problems are worthy of the title of a miracle doctor. Some difficult and complicated diseases are solved by Xue Muhua with just one explanation. Yang Xuan has also benefited a lot.

Half a month later, A'Zhu had recovered. After saying goodbye to Yang Xuan, he embarked on a journey of revenge and finding his father.

Yang Xuan won't leave, he won't squeeze Xue Muhua dry, and he won't leave even if he's beaten to death. Xue Muhua can't do anything. If he can't beat him, he'll leave it alone. The problem is that it can't be said. When Yang Xuan talks about it, can Xue Muhua be criticized?
Chapter completed!