"Whether Qiao Feng is the murderer or not, you Shaolin Temple has no basis and no evidence, how can you make a conclusion on one side?" He Xie paced slowly, staring at Xuan Ji and said coldly, "He will definitely find out about this matter! To prove that Shaolin Temple lied and deliberately slandered my righteous brother, you Shaolin Temple should not only give an account to our brothers, but also give an account to the heroes who died in vain today!"

Xuanji glared at He Xie, his eyes spitting fire, if his eyes could kill, He Xie would have died eight hundred times at this moment.

He Xie ignored him, turned his head, faced the heroes, and said, "Today, hundreds of you are besieging my righteous brother Qiao Feng. If you have one count, you must give an account to He!"

"Hmph, even if Qiao Feng is not the murderer, he is also a **** of Khitan. Everyone gets it and kills him!" One person stepped forward and shouted angrily at He Xie.

He Xie looked at him coldly, and recognized that this person was the one who said "Who knows if the surname He is from the Khitan".

He said lightly: "You insult my brother, today is either your death or my death, take action."

The man's complexion changed, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. He looked left and right, but everyone avoided him wherever he looked.

He was even more flustered in his heart, but he still said sternly: "His surname, am I wrong? You dare to say that Qiao Feng is not a Khitan?"

He Xie smiled coldly: "My second brother is indeed a Khitan, but so what?"

The man exclaimed: "Khitan people are cruel by nature, and I, Song and Khitan bastards, are inseparable from each other!"

He Xie looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Don't share the sky? In the sixteen states of Yanyun, I don't know how many Han people are ruled by the Khitans. If the Khitans think the same way as you, don't they all deserve to die?"

"How can this be the same?" The man hesitated and argued forcefully.

"Of course it's not the same!" He Xie said coldly, "If you are just being deceived and mistakenly think that my second brother is a murderer, I can still let you live today. But you will humiliate him and kill him just because of Qiao Feng's background. , how could He Mou spare you?"

He looked around for a week and said loudly: "My second brother grew up in Da Song since he was a child. Since his life, I don't know how much he has done for Da Song, but because he has Khitan blood, some people forget what he did for Da Song. Everything, yelling at him, slandering him in every possible way, you ask yourself, what is wrong with him? Can he decide his own life experience?"

"The Khitans have not yet slaughtered all the Han Chinese in the Liao State, but some people can't tolerate a person who has made great contributions to the Great Song Dynasty. If it is ungrateful, despicable and shameless, these people are stronger than the murderous Liao people that everyone talks about. How many?"

When He Xie said these words, he did not include everyone, but said "some people".

Immediately, some of the people who had yelled at Qiao Feng before began to take the initiative to clear it up.

Some said: "He Daxia is right, if Qiao Feng is not the murderer, he should not die."

Another said: "Even the Khitan people didn't kill the Song people when they saw them. How can we Song people be inferior to the Khitan people?"

For a time, there was a lot of discussion among the heroes, but there were still quite a few people who were silent, just looking at Qiao Feng with hatred. After all, there were quite a few people who died in the battle just now.

He Xie looked at the man whose face had become extremely pale, and said lightly: "Go ahead, one of you and I will surely die here today!"

"He's surnamed He, don't push people too hard!" The man yelled in horror.

"Whoever insults my brother will die." He Xie was expressionless.

The man's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, his eyes were fixed on He Xie, he slowly put his hand on the handle of the knife and squeezed it tightly, but he never dared to pull it out.

He Xie looked at him with emotionless eyes.

After a long time, the man suddenly shouted and rushed up with his sword drawn.

However, the next moment, he died under his own knife.

Many people didn't even see how He Xie made his move.

The entire compound was silent at this moment.

Pop, pop.

He Xie clapped his palm and was about to speak when he suddenly frowned and looked out of the courtyard.

The group of heroes was puzzled, and followed He Xie's eyes. After about four or five breaths, only those with a good ear heard the hurried footsteps coming from the front yard.

After a while, two old monks in red cassocks appeared at the gate of the courtyard. The two of them looked like they were busy with the dust, and it was obvious that they had not caught the way.

The leading old monk was He Xie's old acquaintance, Master Xuanbei.

And the ruddy-faced monk behind Xuan Bei was the first Xuan orang in the Dharma Academy of Shaolin Temple.

As soon as the two monks arrived at the scene, they saw the corpses all over the ground at a glance.

The two of them immediately turned heavy, and couldn't help chanting the Buddha's name.

"It's the two masters of Shaolin, Xuanbei and Xuannan!" Someone recognized the two.

At this time, the two owners of Juxianzhuang had been beaten to death by Qiao Feng, and Xue Muhua was deeply hit when he saw Qiao Feng's shot before.

The two monks came straight forward, but no one greeted them.

When Xuan Nan approached, he saw the injured Xuan Ji and Xuan Pain at a glance, and his face changed greatly.

On the contrary, Xuanbei, with a look of pity on his face, shook his head and sighed. He walked up to the group of heroes and clasped his hands in a salute: "Old Na Xuanbei, I have seen all the donors. It's really a sin, Lao Na is a step late, sin, sin!"

Everyone returned their salutes, Xuanbei looked at He Xie again, and said in a slow tone: "He, benefactor, let's say goodbye to Dali, I don't want to meet you today, but in this situation, Lao Na really can't give birth to the joy of the old man, I hope the benefactor Haihan. "

He Xie returned the salute and said straight to the point: "Master Xuanbei, you just said that you are a step late, what do you mean by that?"

At this time, Xuan Nan had already learned from Xuan Ji's mouth that it was He Xie who injured them. He was annoyed in his heart, and said that our brothers and sisters came to report in a hurry, because they were afraid that the heroes would accidentally hurt your righteous brother. Fortunately, he actually injured Lao Na's two junior brothers.

Master Xuanbei sighed and said: "The old man came here in a hurry to clarify the murder of the Qiao family and the younger brother Xuanku of our temple, it was not the work of Master Qiao Shi, who knows..."

He didn't finish his words~lightnovelpub.net~ The heroes were already in an uproar!

And Xuan Ji and Xuan Tong were dumbfounded for a moment, and they felt like a thunderbolt exploded in their hearts.

A smile flashed in He Xie's eyes, but he was relieved, very good, it seems that the little monk still brought the words. I just don't know if Xuanbei came, is it his own intention, or Xuanci's intention?

Wu Changfeng rushed out excitedly: "Master Xuanbei, you said, you said that Qiao Feng did not kill anyone?"

"Sin, sin!" Xuan sighed, "Master Qiao Shi just happened to be at the right time, and he did not kill anyone."

Wu Changfeng stood dumbfounded for a while, and suddenly raised his eyebrows to the sky: "Elder Xi, you died so wrongly!"

His voice was full of pathos and anger.

And among the heroes present, who is not sad and angry?

They fought to death and paid such a heavy price. In the end, they made a mistake?