Martial Arts: Starting from a Seemingly Real System

More than twenty people from the Beggars' Sect surrounded Qiao Rui and the Four Heavenly Kings, and it seemed that they were about to fight alone and shed blood on Mount Huashan.

"Qiao Rui, I'm here to help you!" With a clear shout, a man walked in from outside the hall. He was a member of the Shaolin lay disciple welcoming group who followed Chu Tianfeng up the mountain, Yan Kuan from Prajna Hall. He helped Qiao Rui not because he was a senior from the sect, but only out of friendship.

"You are seeking your own death by overestimating your own capabilities!" Jia Renyi sneered disdainfully. He didn't know Yan Kuan and thought he was just an ordinary hot-blooded person, so he didn't take him seriously.

"Qiao Rui, long time no see!" Zhao Lingying greeted Qiao Rui with a smile, drew her sword and stepped into the arena, pointing the sword at the Beggars' Sect.

"Miss Zhao, how are you?" Qiao Rui clasped his fists and bowed solemnly. Zhao Lingying was not afraid of the strong and disregarded the secular world. She supported him many times. It was really rare. If they were not women, they could be brothers for life and death.

"Master Meng Feng, what does Shushan mean by this?" Jia Renyi frowned. Shaolin doesn't care about this matter, so why should Shushan get involved?

"I've already said that what I did today has nothing to do with our sect. It's only for personal friendship. You probably don't know that I have a precious fellow-townsman friendship with them!" Zhao Lingying looked at Qiao Rui and the Four Heavenly Kings with a hint of meaning. Her pretty face was smiling and her eyes were shining.

"Hmph, then don't blame me for being ruthless!" Jia Renyi laughed sinisterly. What kind of friendship between fellow townsmen is this? Only interests are the most precious in this world. But who cares? If you want to die, I will help you. Just as he was thinking about it, another woman's voice came.

"Fighting? I love it the most!" Behind Yuyang Zhenren, Feng Feiyan, one of the Seven Heroes of Wudang Zhenwu, walked out with her hands rubbed, her eyes full of interest.

"And me!" Behind Feng Feiyan followed a young man with unusually clear eyes. He was none other than Yan Xiuzhu, the Master of Yaoguang Sword, whom Qiao Rui had saved during the Shushan period.

"Are you from the same hometown as them?" Jia Renyi was a little impatient. How come this damn Qiao Rui had so many people protecting him?

"Don't get me wrong, I just saw you guys were about to fight and my hands itched. When my hands itched, I wanted to beat someone up!" Feng Feiyan shook her head and smiled, her tall ponytail swinging back and forth, looking heroic.

"Back then on Mount Shu, Qiao Rui saved my life. If I don't repay him now, when will I repay him?" Yan Xiuzhu explained seriously.

"Hahaha!" Jia Renyi laughed wildly. "Even if you help him, what can a few big cats and small cats do? My strength is still several times greater than yours. You are a bunch of chickens and dogs, and you are vulnerable!"

"You bastard, watch your mouth, who are you scolding?" Another lay disciple of Shaolin Prajna Hall came in from outside the hall cursing. The junior uncle was reluctant to give the order to fight him, but he really couldn't stand the arrogant face of the old beggar, so he couldn't help but come in himself.

"Humph, here comes another one seeking death!" Jia Renyi sneered, his eyes sinister and cold.

"Amitabha, here I come!" A monk walked out from the warrior monks behind Wu Chen and stood with the lay disciple and Yan Kuan.

"Why are you here?" Jia Renyi felt uneasy when he saw the Shaolin monks' fate.

"Uh..." The young monk was speechless and blushed. After a long while, he had to tell the truth: "Monks don't lie. I hate your face and I can't help but want to smash your face."

"You..." Jia Renyi was extremely angry. This was simply too much. He was furious and shouted, "Who else? Stop wasting time and come out together!"

Jia Renyi had a ferocious look on his face, staring at the people outside the field like a hungry wolf. He wanted to see how many people were willing to go through fire and water for Qiao Rui.

"Okay, as you wish!" Qiao Rui sneered. He looked around the room and suddenly shouted, "Where are the third generation Shaolin disciples?"

With a loud bang, more than a dozen monks came over from behind Wu Chen in the Shaolin Temple, with sword energy rising to the sky. Outside the hall, all the Shaolin lay disciples also rushed in with murderous intent. The two waves of Shaolin disciples, totaling more than thirty people, surrounded the people from the Beggar Gang.

Shaolin attached great importance to this wedding celebration. Master Wuchen brought a large number of master monks from Damo Temple and Arhat Hall to attend the ceremony. In addition, many lay disciples from Bodhi Temple and Prajna Hall were arranged to accompany Chu Tianfeng to welcome the bride. These Shaolin disciples were all strong and outstanding, and they were all first-rate.

"Disciples from three generations of Shaolin, namely, Damo Hall, Bodhi Hall, Arhat Hall, and Prajna Hall, greet Junior-Master Uncle!" the Shaolin disciples shouted in unison, with an aura that was terrifying.

Even Chu Tianfeng looked at Qiao Rui with a complicated expression, joined the group besieging the Beggars' Sect, and then saluted Qiao Rui.

At the elder's command, the disciples responded in unison. As the leader of the four great sects in the world, the cohesion of this sect is not to be underestimated.

Little, junior master?

Are these Shaolin disciples calling Qiao Rui?

Everyone present was shocked beyond words, staring at Qiao Rui's young and handsome face in amazement. How could it be possible?

"I can do the same as the majority bullying the minority!" Qiao Rui grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth. The situation on the field immediately reversed, and the strength of his side instantly surpassed that of the Beggars' Sect.

Jia Renyi's face turned pale and he pointed at Qiao Rui with trembling fingers, unable to utter a word. The slap in the face came so quickly that he was not prepared at all.

After a long while, he turned his head and angrily said to Master Wuchen: "Wuchen, what do you mean? For a mere Qiao Rui, are you really going to go to war with the Beggars' Sect?"

"Amitabha, you are wrong, Mr. Donor. Qiao Rui is not just a nobody," Master Wuchen chanted the Buddha's name and said with a smile, "A month ago, my abbot accepted a disciple on behalf of my uncle. Qiao Rui is now my second-generation Shaolin disciple and my junior fellow apprentice."

"To accept a disciple on behalf of my uncle? Junior brother?" Jia Renyi was dumbfounded, his face full of disbelief. "What merits and abilities did Qiao Rui have to become a second-generation Shaolin disciple?"

“Don’t worry about that, Donor Jia. You just need to remember that Qiao Rui is the core of the second generation of Shaolin. Any future actions of your Beggar Gang against Qiao Rui will be regarded as a provocation to Shaolin!” Wu Chen smiled and looked harmless, but his words were full of domineering. The fat old monk was in charge of the Guest Hall in Shaolin, managing all the mundane affairs of Shaolin both internally and externally, so he had a strong underworld atmosphere.

"You..." Jia Renyi was trembling all over, his face was blue and white, red and black, and he was speechless again. He couldn't help but want to explode, but seeing that the Shaolin Temple had so many people, he knew that he was powerless to kill the thieves. He swallowed his anger and said bitterly: "I can let Qiao Rui go, but I must take down Zhuo Yifei and the other four."

"Come on, my Tiger Roar Whip has been thirsting for a long time!" The angry King Zhuo Jingwu was furious. He pointed the whip at Jia Renyi. This old guy really treated the four kings as soft persimmons. He was really going too far.

"Have you asked me before you move against them?" Qiao Rui frowned and glared. The Cloud Patterned Moon-Cut Blade on his back clanged and came out of its sheath, shining with a cold light and filled with murderous intent.

Qiao Rui is determined to protect the Four Heavenly Kings, and the situation becomes tense again!