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Chapter 480

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The Great Ming Empire was surging with wind and clouds, and the Great Song Empire was equally restless.

Great Song Beggar Gang, inside the main hall.

North North Qiao Feng looked at the secret letter in his hand, his eyes full of disbelief.

"I didn't expect that I was actually a Khitan, no wonder..."

North North Qiao Feng muttered, and instantly figured out many things.

For example, why he, a farm boy, was specially favored by Abbot Xuan Ku of Shaolin and Wang Jiantong, the leader of the Beggar Gang.

At that time, he naively thought that they were high-minded and did not look at people based on their status.

Now he knows how ridiculous he was.

His martial arts and status today are exactly the compensation these people made for what they did at Yanmen Pass back then.

"Ah!!!"

Thinking deeply, North North Qiao Feng suddenly let out a long whistle, his Martial King Realm momentum fully opened, like a sharp sword rushing into the sky.

Think of North North Qiao Feng, a hero for a lifetime, who led the Beggar Gang disciples several times to drive away Khitan robbers.

As a result, he turned out to be a Khitan himself; how ridiculous is that?

The Beggar Gang elders below were all silent.

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