Xiaoyouzhutian, send Yi Xiaochuan to the palace to start

When Qiao Feng heard the sound from the apricot forest ahead, his brows slightly frowned, then he accelerated his lightness skills and passed through the dense woods. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in the apricot forest from the sky.

"Boss!" At this moment, when all the Beggar Gang members in Xingzilin saw Qiao Feng coming, their eyes were filled with respect and admiration, and they bowed to Qiao Feng one by one.

"Hahaha! No need to be polite, brothers!" Qiao Feng looked around at everyone with a hearty and heroic laugh. He greeted the Beggar Gang disciples around him, then turned to look at Bao Bu Tong and Feng Bo'e who were in the middle of the crowd.

"Are you Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggars' Sect? I have heard of your name for a long time. Seeing you today, I find that your reputation is well-deserved." Bao Bu Tong stared at the burly man in front of him, his tone was somewhat alert, and he asked with a frown.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Feng's mouth curled up into a gentle smile, looking quite kind: "Yes! I am Qiao Feng, may I know whether you two......"

When Bao Bu Tong heard what Qiao Feng said, his expression did not ease, but became even more gloomy. He slowly said, "I am Bao Bu Tong, this is my fourth brother, Feng Bo E."

It might be because after what happened in Xiaoyao Manor, Bao Bu Tong rarely smiled when he spoke, and even Feng Bo'e, who supported him, did not agree with some of his ways of doing things.

Qiao Feng seemed to have suddenly realized something, so he clasped his hands together and politely bowed to the two of them: "Oh, it turns out to be Master Bao San and Master Feng Si. I have heard a lot about you."

It was just a polite remark, but who would have thought that Bao Bu Tong's face would turn pale and blue: "I have heard of your name for a long time? Is it because I am now a man with a broken arm?"

After saying that, Bao Bu Tong shook his body. Without the support of his left arm, the sleeve of his left arm was messy in the wind.

When Qiao Feng heard that he had a misunderstanding, he shook his head slightly and said nothing.

Bao Bu Tong took a deep breath and then spoke out his thoughts: "Boss Qiao, the death of your deputy boss Ma is still suspicious. Why did you rush to Suzhou without finding out the truth? Do you really think that Gusu Murong is easy to bully?"

"Bao Bu Tong! A useless person is talking nonsense!"

"Our deputy leader Ma died because of his own famous skills. Apart from Murong Fu, who else in the world has this ability to give him a taste of his own medicine?"

A middle-aged Beggar Gang disciple who seemed to have some prestige became angry when he heard Bao Bu Tong's rude remarks. When Qiao Feng was not here just now, Bao Bu Tong had been aggressive.

Now Bao Bu Tong started to criticize their respected gang leader again. How could he not be angry?

Bao Bu Tong now seemed to really mind others saying that he was a useless person. After hearing that, he immediately became furious, stuck the scabbard into the ground, drew out his sword and attacked the man.

Everyone who saw this scene frowned slightly, because Bao Bu Tong's behavior really deserved to be punished. There were so many people here, and Bao Bu Tong was only two people, yet he dared to be so presumptuous.

After seeing this, Qiao Feng's expression became solemn. He did not expect Bao Bu Tong to take direct action, but he did not say much and let the disciples in his gang teach Bao Bu Tong a lesson.

The Beggar Gang disciple was an Eight Bags disciple, who had been in the martial arts world for many years and was quite skilled in martial arts. If it was Bao Bu Tong in his prime, he might not be his opponent, but now, huh...

The disciple was seen holding a wooden stick and launching a series of attacks on Bao Bu Tong. At the beginning, Bao Bu Tong was able to rely on his profound internal strength foundation and rich combat experience to barely withstand the fierce offensive of the Beggar Gang disciples.

However, as time went on, his defense began to seem inadequate. Every dodge was accompanied by a slight stagger in his body, and sweat flowed down his forehead. Within a few minutes, Bao Bu Tong fell into a disadvantage.

It seems that losing an arm has a great impact on him, and his overall strength has dropped by one third.

Feng Bo'e, who was standing by, could not help but shout, "You are despicable! Come to me if you want to fight! You, the Fourth Master Feng, love fighting the most!"

After saying that, Feng Bo'e joined the battle. Seeing this, the surrounding Beggar Gang disciples became indignant and secretly cursed Feng Bo'e for being shameless.

Immediately, a disciple with cloth bags hanging on his chest joined the battle.

Qiao Feng shook his head helplessly, then shouted angrily: "Stop it!"

When the two Beggars' Sect disciples heard Qiao Feng's words, they withdrew from the fight, while Feng Bo'e supported the weak Bao Bu Tong.

Although it had been more than two months since the broken arm, it would take a hundred days for a broken bone to heal, not to mention a broken arm. Bao Bu Tong's injury hadn't healed completely when he brought the storm.

After another battle, the wounds were beginning to bleed, which was why Qiao Feng stopped them.

"Third brother, are you okay?" Feng Bo'e looked at the sweat on Bao Bu Tong's face and asked with concern.

"Hmph, it's okay, you're not going to die yet!" Bao Bu Tong didn't look at Feng Bo'e, but instead looked at the Beggar Gang disciple who had just fought with him.

Once upon a time, Bao Bu Tong was also a well-known figure in the martial arts world, but now he couldn't even beat a small eight-bag disciple.

For a moment, a feeling of anger and helplessness surged into his heart.

“I never thought that the Beggars’ Sect, the best gang in the world, would bully a disabled person like me!” Bao Bu Tong looked at Qiao Feng with a sullen face.

But his words made everyone feel his shamelessness. It was obviously him who said hurtful words first and he was the one who started the fight first, but now he is turning the tables.

Feng Bo'e frowned slightly after hearing this, but did not say much. The pain of a broken arm really changed Bao Bu Tong a lot.

Just then, a sarcastic voice came from a distance.

"Hahaha!......"

"Since you know that you are disabled, you should stay at home and not go out and embarrass yourself!"

"Bao Bu Tong, I heard that you had to cut off your arm to save your life because you offended a certain force with your foul mouth. Now you still don't repent. How dare you speak nonsense at our Beggars' Sect Assembly?"

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