Ling Muyun couldn't help but shook his head secretly. Mao Shiba is really a big deal. He just stepped forward to make a beam for Jia Laoliu, who was the Tiandihui Association yesterday. The wound may not have been scabbed yet. Today, he took the initiative to find fault and fight with Wu Sangui's subordinates. He was very curious. How did Mao Shiba live to this day with his rough and reckless nature?

Compared to Mao Shiba, Wei Xiaobao seemed much more genius. When he saw so many people holding weapons and rushing towards Mao Shiba in a fierce manner, Wei Xiaobao rushed under the table like a frightened little rat. Seeing that he was a child, no one cared about it, he waved his weapons and slashed at Mao Shiba.

Mao Shiba was not afraid at all. He raised his single sword and fought with the officials who were besieging him. Because he had injuries on his legs and his feet were not effective, Mao Shiba did not stand up at all. He just sat on a bench to fight. He could only hear the sound of "ping-pong-ping-pong" weapons colliding continuously. Mao Shiba's steel knife danced so hard that he was not at all inferior to the enemy.

Ling Muyun looked at it for a moment and found that although Mao Shiba was a little simpler, his sword skills were still good. Although he could not be called a master, he could still be resilient in this era of decline in martial arts. No wonder he could live for so many years with such a temperament. Unfortunately, Mao Shiba obviously did not understand the method of internal skills and used a body of brute force produced by diligent practice, otherwise his strength would be able to be further improved.

At this time, Bai Hansong, who was standing aside, praised softly: "This man turned out to be the Five Tiger Broken Gate Sword in Taizhou, Jiangbei. This Five Tiger Broken Gate Sword makes him so handsome!"

Ling Muyun's heart moved and asked Bai Hansong: "Brother Bai, I'm not familiar with the world of the world. In Brother Bai's opinion, what level does this man's martial arts lie in the world? What level can it be considered?"

Bai Hansong pondered for a moment and said, "Although this person does not practice internal skills, his external skills and sword skills are very sophisticated. He can be regarded as the best among third-rate masters."

"Is this level a third-rate?" Ling Muyun rubbed his chin and thought in his heart. It seemed that his previous estimate of the martial arts level of the Lu Ding world was roughly not bad, and he might even overestimate it a little. If Mao Shiba's martial arts can be considered the best among the third-rate in the world, Bai Hansong's martial arts is much higher than him, and he can be considered the top level in the second-rate level. Then even his martial arts are just based on the level of internal skills, he can steadily rank first-rate. If he has all his unique skills, even a top master can do it.

At this moment, a scream was heard, and a siege of the official who besieged Mao Shiba was slashed by Mao Shiba. He fell to the ground with a single knife in his hand and fell backwards. Then he suddenly reached out from the table to grab the single knife that fell to the ground and shrank it back. Mao Shiba and the official driver were fighting fiercely, and neither side noticed it, but Ling Muyun, who was watching the battle, could not help but feel secretly happy. He knew that Wei Xiaobao would take the opportunity to do something bad next.

Sure enough, before Ling Muyun's thoughts had been completed, he saw the steel knife that was retracted under the table suddenly slashing out. A cold light flashed, and a cadre who was fighting with Mao Shiba screamed and half of his foot was cut off. After such pain, he forgot to make a move. Mao Shiba suddenly saw the flaw and stabbed into his chest, fell to the sky, and died of anger.

Wei Xiaobao saw the advantage and took out one knife again, cutting off the other person's soles, but the man did not fall down. In pain, he shouted: "Under the table...under..." As he said that, he was about to bend over to check, but was slashed on the back of his head by Mao Shiba, and he immediately fell to death.

The two consecutively were inexplicably injured. This time, not only Ling Muyun, but also Bai Hansong beside him also saw the clues and frowned slightly: "That child is so vicious, how can he use all his despicable means!"

Ling Muyun said disapprovingly: "What's wrong with this? Do you want him, a child who knows martial arts, to jump out and fight with the other party openly? What's the difference between it and suicide?"

As the two of them were talking, Wei Xiaobao slashed one person's calf with another knife. The man did not fall, but shouted and overturned the table with one hand. Then he raised the knife and slashed towards Wei Xiaobao who was exposed. Mao Shiba waved the knife and opened the slat. Wei Xiaobao crawled and rolled out of the crowd.

The man whose calf was cut was extremely angry and limped and chased him over. Wei Xiaobao shouted in surprise: "Mom Spicy Dipper**, if you have the ability, go and fight with me, Brother Mao. What a good man to chase me!" As he said that, he ran to the table where Ling Muyun and the others were having dinner, and suddenly got in again.

The man was so angry that he stretched out his left hand to lift the table again, but he was running to Bai Hansong. Bai Hansong naturally couldn't let him overturn the table. He pressed one hand on the table and pressed the table that was about to be turned up again. He punched the man Zheng Chong's chest. The man had no time to scream and flew out, fell to the ground and vomited blood, and saw that he was not alive.

Ling Muyun originally wanted to take action, but when Bai Hansong took action first, he sat down again. Even these officials who were not as good as martial arts, could easily pass by anyone who took action. Since Bai Hansong had already taken action, he would not need him.

Sure enough, Bai Hansong punched the official officer away, then picked up a pair of chopsticks from the chopsticks on the table and threw them out one by one as hidden weapons. Only the screams of "Ouch" and "Ouch" were heard. The officials who besieged Mao Shiba were inserted into the chopsticks, either by the eyes or by the cheeks. They were all injured in the important points. They were so painful that they threw swords and slashed in pain. One of them shouted loudly: "The robbers are amazing, everyone, go quickly!"

The officials who were already scared to death immediately responded, hurriedly helping the injured, and rushed to grab the door with the fat white officials who did not take action. Then a rapid sound of horse hooves quickly left, but the group of people got on the horse and ran away. Wei Xiaobao laughed and crawled out from under the table, holding the bloody steel knife in his hand. Looking around, he was full of ambition, with a heroic triumphant momentum, and he felt somewhat similar to the heroes in the book legends told by the storytellers.

There are many storytellers in teahouses in Yangzhou, telling heroic stories such as the Academic, Water Margin, and the Legend of the Ming Dynasty. Wei Xiaobao is in and out of the Jiyuan, casino, teahouse, and restaurants every day, running errands for people to buy goods, taking some money, and asking for some rewards. Whenever he has free time, he squats at the tea table to listen to the Baishu. He screams sweetly at the front and back of the tea doctor in the teahouse, so Dr. Tea doesn't drive him away. He listens a lot to the books, and is very fascinated by the heroes in the story, and he often fantasizes about one day like the heroes in the story. As a servant in the Jiyuan, these things can only be thought about.

Now he actually killed the injured official with his own hands, which scared the other party to flee in panic. He did the feats done by the heroes in the story. How could he not make him extremely proud? As for him, he was actually just stealing people's feet under the table and plotting to hurt people. The reason why the other party escaped was because he had no connection with him. These things were temporarily forgotten by him because he had a choice.

At this time, Mao Shiba limped over, clasped his fists at Bai Hansong, and said, "Thank you for your help, otherwise Mao Shiba will be out of the reach of the crowd, and today's affairs will be difficult."

Bai Hansong quickly stood up and returned and said, "Brother Mao is so polite. Brother Mao, you are injured, but you are still inspiring to rebuke the traitors with righteous indignation. You are fearless and brave, and you are so kind to be respectful to each other."

Mao Shiba laughed and said, "The most hated person in my life is the traitor Wu Sangui. It's a pity that this evil thief is far away in Yunnan, so I can't find him bad luck. Since I happened to meet a little traitor under his command, God told me to vent my anger. How could I let them go for their turtle grandsons because of a little bird injury? But thanks to the help of the Lord, otherwise I wouldn't be able to fight so well today, and I would have to suffer any losses if I didn't do it well! Please ask your name, Mao Shiba, who is the hero who is from me."

Bai Hansong did not immediately answer Mao Shiba's question, and said, "There are many people here, and it's inconvenient to say that. Brother Mao, let's leave here, there will be a date later." As he said that, he turned around and helped the little princess Mu Jianping beside him, and asked Ling Muyun at the same time: "Brother Ling, let's go."

Ling Muyun had already eaten his fill, so he nodded, stood up immediately, walked out of the store with Bai Hansong and others. Mao Shiba said unhappily: "You don't even want to say your name, you look down on others too much."

Bai Hansong smiled slightly, without admonition, and still walked out. When he passed by Mao Shiba, he said softly in his ear: "It's not that I'm hiding Brother Mao, but that his identity is a bit inconvenient to be heard by others. We are from the Prince Mu Mansion in Yunnan, and my surname is Bai." Mao Shiba was shocked all over, and immediately looked respectful in his face. He bowed and said: "Yes, yes. Mao Shiba saw the hero today... It's really a blessing in his life!" Bai Hansong stopped answering, and left the store with Ling Muyun and Mu Jianping, got on the horse and took a car.

Seeing Mao Shiba's expression was arrogant at first and respectful at the end, Wei Xiaobao was very surprised and asked, "What is this kid's background? Look at you're so scared."

"What a kid? Put it cleaner." Mao Shiba said angrily, seeing the shopkeeper and the shop assistant in the hotel leaning their heads and minds, the store was in a mess, and the ground was covered with blood. Mao Shiba didn't want to stay too long, so he immediately led Wei Xiaobao out of the restaurant and set off.

Wei Xiaobao got on the horse under Mao Shiba's guidance and asked unwillingly: "Hey, you haven't told me yet, what is that guy from? Why are you so respectful to him?"

Seeing that there was no one around, Mao Shiba immediately said, "What do you know about your child's family? He is the hero of Prince Mu's Mansion in Yunnan. You don't know him even if you say it!"

Seeing Mao Shiba underestimating him, Wei Xiaobao immediately became angry and said, "How did you know that I don't know? Although I don't know the person you talk to, I can't know the person around him. He is my old customer."

"What? Do you still know the person from the Mu Palace? Who is it?" Mao Shibada asked in surprise.

"It's the handsome young master who was having dinner with him. That young master is not from the Prince Mu's mansion, but from our native Yangzhou. His surname is Ling. We all call him Master Ling. Go to the yards of Mingyufang to inquire. Who doesn't know that Master Ling, who spends a lot of money..." Wei Xiaobao immediately told Ling Muyun's deeds briefly.
Chapter completed!