At this moment, I suddenly heard several people laughing in unison behind the apricot bushes, and the sound shook the sky. Someone said in the laughter: "I heard that Jiangnan Bao didn't like to let go dogs. When I heard it today, it was indeed worthy of my reputation!"

Bao Duo's face turned angry, then his eyes turned and said loudly: "Su Wen's farts are not smelly, and the stinky farts are not sounding. The bullshits just now were loud and smelly. Could it be that the six elders of the Beggars' Sect put them on?"

The man behind the apricot tree said, "Bao Dun knows the names of the six elders of the Beggars' Sect, why are you still talking nonsense here? Do you look down on our Beggars' Sect!"

As soon as he finished speaking, four old men walked out from behind the apricot bushes. Some had white beards and white hair, some had red faces, each holding weapons in their hands, occupying four corners, and vaguely conquered Baodi. Wang Yuyan and four others surrounded him.

Seeing this, Ling Muyun's face sank slightly. He didn't care about how the Beggars' Sect besieged Bao, but if he dared to attack Wang Yuyan, he couldn't ignore it. He immediately approached Wang Yuyan a few steps away from the trace, and said to Wang Yuyan with the method of transmitting the voice to secret: "Sister Yuyan, don't be afraid, no one can do anything to you with me."

When she was faintly surrounded by the four elders of the Beggar Gang, Wang Yuyan's face turned slightly pale. No matter how skilled she is in her eyes or how profound her martial arts knowledge is, she is just a delicate girl with no power to tie up her. She is inevitably a little scared when facing an enemy with a large number of people and poor power.

However, after hearing Ling Muyun's voice transmission words, Wang Yuyan's heart that had been nervously raised suddenly relaxed. I don't know whether it was because of all the words and deeds since we met, or because of something else, Wang Yuyan had an inexplicable sense of dependence on Ling Muyun, as if as long as Ling Muyun is there, she would not have to worry about anything.

Compared to Ling Muyun, who brought her a sense of security, Wang Yuyan couldn't help but feel annoyed in her heart. However, when she thought of her cousin, this annoyedness was quickly suppressed by her.

At this moment, Bao Dun laughed and said, "What are you four old men? Do you want to fight me? Why are there two old men not coming up together? I am secretly ambushed aside, wanting to plot against Mr. Bao San? Very good, very good! Mr. Bao San's favorite is fighting!"

As a top-notch gang in the world, the Beggars' Sect has many masters in the gang. The six elders of the Beggars' Sect are even more respected and famous. Bao Dun has long heard of it. He knows that with his martial arts skills, it is not easy to defeat one of them. When the four of them arrive together, they will have no chance of winning. However, he is arrogant and stubborn, and especially his mouth is as hard as iron. Although he is so angry, he is not showing any weakness in his mouth.

At this moment, I suddenly heard someone in the air laughing and said, "Hahaha, who is the one who loves to fight the most in the world? Is it Mr. Bao San? I was wrong, it was a gust of turmoil in Jiangnan!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this. They looked up and saw a man standing on the branch of an apricot tree. The branches kept shaking, and the man rose and fell along with the branches. The man was thin, about 32 or 3 years old, with sunken cheeks, two rat tail beards, drooping eyebrows, and very ugly appearance, but he had a sense of courage and toughness.

Ling Muyun couldn't help but look at the best fighting man under Murong Fu. Although he looked a bit naughty and ugly, he was different from his sexually obedient and stinky bag, and this storm was much more pleasing to the eye.

At this time, Abi shouted: "Brother Feng, do you know the news about the young master?"

Feng Bo shouted: "Okay, I have found so many good opponents today. Let's talk about Azhu, Abi, the young master's affairs later, and I will let me fight with them."

As he spoke, he saw him fall from the air with one another. After landing, he jumped to the short and fat old man standing in the north. The old man held a steel staff as thick as a peacock, and immediately pushed forward and pushed him straight to Fengbo's chest, with a strong wind, which was very powerful.

Feng Boye raised his body straight up and reached out to grab the steel stick. The old man shook his wrist and turned it up, pointing to his chest. Feng Boye suddenly lowered his body, grabbed the other person's waist and flew his legs and kicked his lower abdomen. Feng Boye flashed across his body, but rushed to the red-faced old man in the east. The white light was dazzling. He had an extra single knife in his hand and slashed horizontally.

The old man with a red-faced face was holding a ghost-headed knife with a thick back and a thin blade. The blade was very long. Seeing Fengbo's sword swinging and slashing the sword, the ghost-headed knife stood up, touching the knife with a knife and hitting it hard on his blade.

"You have a powerful weapon, so I won't touch you." Feng Boe Ye shouted, and as he spoke, he slashed at the white-bearded old man in the south with a backhand...

This storm is really not an ordinary fighting. After landing, it had already fought with three of the four elders of the Beggars' Sect. They didn't dare to try it out easily. It seemed that a gluttonous person suddenly saw the dishes were rich, but the stomach was limited, so he tasted everything first.

He didn't think about it at all, as if he was doing this, it seemed that he looked down on the four elders of the Beggar Gang and wanted to fight alone against the four elders of the Beggar Gang. Those who knew that he was just simply fighting, and those who didn't know thought that he was deliberately provoking the four elders of the Beggar Gang!

Obviously, these were not within the scope of Feng Bo'e's consideration. He saw him attacking the White-bearded Elder holding an iron mace several times. Just as the White-bearded Elder was about to turn against the defense and attack, he retreated without rushing and then took a single sword to attack the last of the four elders of the Beggar Gang.

The fourth elder had two arms very long, and he was holding a soft weapon in his left hand. When Fengboye attacked, he lifted his left arm and shook his weapon. It turned out to be a sack filled with rice. The sack was blown by the wind and opened its mouth and then it covered Fengboye's head.

Feng Boye was surprised and happy, and shouted: "Miaoji, Miaoji, I will fight you!"

The favorite thing in this life is fighting. If the opponent has strange martial arts or strange weapons, he will be even more heart-blooded, just like a person who loves to visit sees strange mountains and rivers, and a person who cares about food tastes novel and delicious food. Seeing that the other party uses a burlap bag as a tool, he has never fought with such weapons, and he has never even heard of it, so he is ecstatic and shouts of fighting.

Seeing this, Ling Muyun shook his head secretly. Others didn't know the details of the weapon in the hands of the long-armed elder. With his spiritual power, he made the mystery clearly clear.

The sack in the old man's hand is not only made of characteristic materials, but is not afraid of ordinary weapons, but also contains colorful poisonous scorpions hidden in the bag, which is the most vicious. If Fengboye fights fiercely with several other elders, with his martial arts, he will not suffer any losses even if he cannot gain the upper hand.

But fighting with this old man is not the case. He knows nothing about the opponent's martial arts, weapons and methods, and he doesn't know that there are hidden poisonous methods in the opponent's martial arts. If he accidentally gets a loss, his life will be dangerous!

Just as Ling Muyun's thoughts were turning, he saw the wind whistling in the field. The old man with long arms danced the sack into a yellow shadow, as if he had already covered the evil of the storm. However, the evil of the storm was so wise that he could block the attack and resist the enemy. It was difficult to distinguish between the superiority and inferiority in a moment. In a blink of an eye, more than a hundred moves passed.

Seeing that Feng Boye could fight with the old man with long arm for more than a hundred moves without showing his defeat, Qiao Feng couldn't help but show his solemn expression on his face. He turned his head and asked Ling Muyun: "Brother Ling, do you know which martial arts of Feng Boye can rank among the four masters under Murong Fu?"

Ling Muyun pondered for a moment and said, "I don't know all about the four ministers of the Murong family. I only know that according to the age, this storm is ranked fourth, and Bao, who is ranked third, seems to be slightly better than Fengbo Evil. I have never seen Deng Baichuan and Gongyegan, but they are old and their skills must be more profound. I am afraid that Feng and Feng are only stronger than Bao!"

Qiao Feng nodded: "Brother Ling said nothing. Last night, I met Gongyegan, the second-ranked four ministers of the Murong family, on the Wangjiang Tower by the Jiangyin River, to try out the move. Gongyegan connected my two palms. The third palm just lost, but was not injured. Just by palm skills, I can be considered a first-class expert, and my martial arts are indeed much higher than this evil storm."

"Brother Qiao, how much force did you use in these three palms?" Ling Muyun was slightly surprised when he heard this and couldn't help asking.

After previous temptations, Ling Muyun had a rough understanding of Qiao Feng's martial arts. If he expected that, Qiao Feng's internal skills should be roughly the same as Jiumozhi whom he met before. They were both of the innate level of small success. They were also carrying the palm skills of the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms, which were known as "the best in the world", and they were all exerted with all their strength, and their power was probably still above Jiumozhi's flame sword.

Even if it were Ling Muyun himself, he would not have the confidence to catch Qiao Feng's two palms with all his strength, and he would not believe that Gong Yegan had such ability, so he would have such a question.

If Gong Yegan could really catch Qiao Feng's two palms with all his strength, his martial arts would probably be among the top in the world. If Deng Baichuan and Murong Fu were only above and below, the strength of the Gusu Murong family would be too terrifying. Even he had to consider whether his attitude towards Murong family needed to change.

Qiao Feng said: "I used one and two points to the first palm and the second palm respectively, and I used three points to the third palm."

Ling Muyun couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard this. If this is the case, it would be within acceptable limits.

Then Qiao Feng said again: "I know the small things, but I'm afraid that Deng Baichuan and Murong Fu's martial arts will be even more sophisticated and more difficult to deal with. The Murong family has been famous for more than a hundred years, and it's indeed not an easy person!"

Ling Muyun then suddenly realized that Qiao Feng was not afraid of Fengboye, but used Fengboye and Gongyegan to speculate on the strength of Murong Fu and others behind him, so he was so worried.

In fact, Ling Muyun guessed it well. In fact, after getting Ling Muyun's reminder, Qiao Feng had basically ruled out the suspicion of Murong Fu's killing of Ma Dayuan in his heart. The reason why he allowed the four elders of the Beggars' Sect to fight against the storm without stopping it was because he wanted to take the opportunity to touch the Murong family's bottom.
Chapter completed!