Chapter 640: Stormy

Qiao Feng looked at Chai Xin and Duan Yu and asked, "Big brother, third brother, do you want to go with us?"

Hearing him address them like that, the two Beggars' Sect members couldn't help but change their expressions.

The title of "Third Brother" would be fine, but how could that young man, who looked about ten years younger than his own gang leader, deserve to be called "Big Brother"?
However, since Qiao Feng had a very high prestige in their hearts, no matter how hard it was for the two of them to accept it, they did not lose their temper on the spot.

"It's natural."

Upon hearing this, Chai Xin and Duan Yu immediately responded in unison.

"lead the way."

Qiao Feng smiled and nodded, then gave instructions to two of his gang members.

The two men naturally did not hesitate and immediately led the way. They all went out of the city again, walked about two or three miles, and gradually came to a large piece of fertile farmland.

There are dense rivers surrounding the fertile fields, and there are many river ports. The docks are bustling with people coming and going, and it is quite prosperous.

The group walked for a few more miles and passed a rosy apricot forest when they heard a teasing voice coming from the forest.

"If we were to ask who loves fighting the most in the world, it would definitely be me, Jiangnan, who is full of wind and waves! I have long heard that your Beggars' Sect is full of hidden talents, especially the Northern Sect, which has many masters. It's rare for you to come south, so today I naturally want to learn from you."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure standing on the branch of an apricot tree.

The branches kept shaking, and the man rose and fell with them. He was very thin and small, and looked to be a few years older than Qiao Feng. His cheeks were deeply sunken, and he had two rat-tail whiskers. His eyebrows drooped, and his appearance was very ugly.

"Feng Bo'e? Could he be one of the four great masters under Master Murong?"

Although Duan Yu had very little knowledge of the martial arts world, he had been with Wang Yuyan, A'zhu, and A'bie in the past few days. He had heard from them about almost everyone related to Murong Fu.

"This person's martial arts skills are mediocre, but his actions are quite flamboyant."

Chai Xin's words sounded quite sarcastic, but his tone was extremely calm, and it seemed that he did not mean to be sarcastic.

Qiao Feng could not help but look at him helplessly and said softly, "How many people in this world are not considered 'average martial arts' in Big Brother's eyes? This Feng Bo'e is considered a top figure in the martial arts world."

"Haha, second brother, you said what was in my heart." Duan Yu immediately agreed with a smile.

"That's true."

Chai Xin thought this made sense and nodded seriously.

Qiao Feng and Duan Yu looked at each other, and their smiles widened. They could naturally hear that there was no arrogance in Chai Xin's words, but he was simply expressing his inner approval.

But the more sincere his attitude is, the more likely it is that others who don't know him will think he is arrogant.

All I heard was a beggar-dressed man speaking in a northern accent, "Mr. Feng, are you here on behalf of Mr. Murong to make an appointment with our gang leader Qiao?"

Feng Bo'e shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter whether we make a date or not. I'm here just to pick a fight. It has nothing to do with my young master! I can't pretend I didn't see you coming to Jiangnan."

The man was about to continue answering when he caught a glimpse of Qiao Feng and his companions coming. He immediately stopped talking and led everyone to come forward and bow respectfully, saying, "Your subordinates are here to see the gang leader!"

Qiao Feng clasped his fists and greeted everyone: "Hello, brothers."

Feng Bo'e still had a playful look on his face, and said, "Well, is this the Beggar Clan's Chief Qiao? Brother Feng Bo'e, I have long wanted to clash with Chief Qiao. People say 'Murong in the South, Qiao Feng in the North', I really want to see how powerful this fellow who has the same name as my young master is."

What he said was really arrogant, and it was obvious that he was quite dissatisfied with the fact that Qiao Feng was as famous as Murong Fu.

It seemed that in his eyes, Qiao Feng was not worthy of being on par with his own young master.

As soon as these words were spoken, the many Beggars' Sect members who had been able to remain restrained suddenly went wild.

As beggars, they are often provoked, ridiculed, and even insulted on the streets. It is commonplace for them and they don't take it to heart at all.

But how could they tolerate someone cursing in front of them the gang leader they respected the most?
For a moment, the apricot forest was filled with spitting and all kinds of insults, which was in stark contrast to the beautiful scenery nearby.

Qiao Feng waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.

He had a very high prestige in the gang, so seeing this, the gang members naturally obeyed his orders, stood aside with their breath held, and stopped uttering foul language.

Qiao Feng walked a few steps, clasped his fists towards Feng Bo'e and said, "So you are Mr. Feng Si. I have long admired your illustrious name. It is a great honor to meet you today. But we have no grudges in the past or in the present, so why do we have to fight each other? Why don't we sit down and have a drink together? Wouldn't that be nice?"

His words fully demonstrated his chivalrous demeanor. Not only did he not care about Feng Bo'e's provocation, but he was very magnanimous and invited him, which shows his character.

Duan Yu, who was watching from the side, could not help but nod his head repeatedly, with a look of respect on his face: "Big Brother, Second Brother really deserves to be the leader of the world's largest gang. Such demeanor is enough to impress anyone."

"If he were an ordinary person, why would I become sworn brothers with him?" Chai Xin said as if it was a matter of course.

Duan Yu was stunned, then he chuckled and said, "Brother, you are praising me too?"

"That's not a compliment. I'm just telling the truth. You and my second brother are both outstanding people. You are definitely not ordinary people. You are not short-sighted, narrow-minded and selfish people."

Chai Xin spoke very calmly, but it was the seriousness revealed in this calmness that made people feel more convinced.

Feng Bo'e was unwilling to let him off, and continued, "Although drinking is fun, it is still not as good as fighting. If I don't fight with others for a day, I will feel uncomfortable all over. So, Boss Qiao, please give me some advice!"

The Beggars' Sect is the largest gang in the world, and the identity of its leader is naturally highly respected in the martial arts world. Many members of the gang respect the leader like a god.

They were all extremely indignant when they saw Feng Bo'e was so rude to the gang leader, speaking disrespectfully from the beginning and now even challenging him directly.

The six or seven people standing behind Captain Jiang of the Dayi Branch were either holding their sword handles or rubbing their fists, all of them were eager to try.

If it weren't for the strict gang rules and their respect for the gang leader, they would have rushed forward long ago.

"Brother, this Feng Bo is so rude and disrespectful. I am angry just watching him. How about we teach him a lesson and vent our anger on Brother Two?"

Even a good-tempered person like Duan Yu can say such words, which shows that Feng Boye's words and actions are really too arrogant and excessive.

Chai Xin shook his head and said, "This man is clearly coming for the Beggars' Sect. If we interfere, it would be unjustified and would only damage the dignity of the Beggars' Sect. Moreover, with my second brother's martial arts skills, hehe..."

Although he didn't finish his words, everyone could understand his meaning.

Duan Yu's anger disappeared when he heard this, and he smiled and said, "That's right. I think the emperor is not anxious to kill the eunuch."

"You are really ruthless when it comes to arranging your own affairs."

Chai Xin couldn't help but complain. "It's just a metaphor." Duan Yu immediately explained.

But at this moment, an old man with a white beard stepped forward and said, "Boss, this man is extremely rude. Why don't you do it yourself? Why don't you let me teach him a lesson?"

Even though Qiao Feng was magnanimous, his repeated tolerance still failed to change Feng Bo'e's mind. He could not help but feel a little unhappy. Hearing this, he nodded slightly and said, "Well, let's stop here."

The white-bearded old man could no longer suppress his anger. He nodded when he heard the words, then he raised his iron mace, took two steps forward and said, "I'm here to learn from you, sir!"

Having said that, he jumped up.

The iron mace in his hand is a unique weapon for locking and grabbing the enemy. It is covered with inverted teeth and it creates gusts of strong wind when it is swung, which is quite powerful.

"Well, since Boss Qiao is too cowardly to fight, I will practice fighting with you first!"

Before Feng Bo could finish his evil words, he somersaulted down, drew the sword from his waist, and slashed at the white-haired old man.

The white-bearded old man held an iron mace in his hand and suddenly pushed it forward, pointing it at Feng Bo'e's chest. In an instant, a strong wind arose with extraordinary power.

Feng Bo rushed forward, turned the blade around, and stretched out his other hand to grab the weapon.

The white-bearded old man shook his wrist, and the iron mace immediately flipped up, with the inverted teeth immediately rolling towards the opponent's arm.

Feng Bo'e was not surprised to see that his change of moves was so neat and accurate, but delighted instead, and shouted, "Excellent!" Then he suddenly lowered his body and tried to grab the opponent's waist and abdomen again.

The white-bearded old man actually smiled coldly, without dodging or evading, the iron mace with all the teeth changed direction again and hit him directly in the chest.

Feng Bo knew that even if his grab hit the enemy, it would at most cause minor injuries. But if he was hit in the chest by the inverted teeth, he would be seriously injured at the very least.

But he was combative by nature and only sought the thrill of battle, so he maintained his offensive without a care in the world.

The white-bearded old man was not a ruthless person. His move was just to force Feng Bo'e to retreat, but he did not expect the other party to be so ferocious.

If this mace really hit the opponent, even if the opponent didn't die, he would definitely be seriously injured. He felt sorry for it, but he also didn't want to make things difficult for the gang leader.

He remembered what Qiao Feng had just told him, so he sighed and quickly withdrew the iron mace.

But Feng Bo was aggressive by nature and never cared about the etiquette and rules of the martial arts world when fighting with others. When he saw the white-bearded old man retreat, he felt that there was an opportunity, so he immediately held the knife with both hands and chopped four times in a row. Each and every knife move was an offensive move, as fast as the wind.

The white-bearded old man didn't expect that he would be so ungrateful. Seeing the opponent's sharp sword, he felt angry and aggrieved. He hastily waved his iron mace to block and retreated four steps until he reached an apricot tree, where he finally stopped.

At this time, he had nowhere to retreat, but seeing Feng Bo'e's fifth knife coming at him, he was too hasty to block it.

"Shameless villain! Elder Song couldn't bear to hurt you, so he withdrew his attack, but you don't know what's good for you and want to take his life!"

But at this moment, a short and fat old man with a red face rushed forward with a steel staff in his hand, and at the critical moment, he blocked the move for Elder Song.

"Well done!"

But Feng Bo'e was not angry at all. Even though the sword in his hand was knocked away, he was smiling and turned around to fight with the short and fat old man.

Although Elder Song with white beard was angry at Feng Bo'e's shameless behavior, he respected his status and was still unwilling to attack the other party. He just held the iron mace and bowed to the short and fat old man who was fighting with Feng Bo'e: "Thank you, Brother Xi, for your help!"

The Northern faction of the Beggars' Sect has four great elders, namely Song, Xi, Chen and Wu. The two who just took action were Song and Xi.

Originally, Feng Bo'e's strength was on par with the four elders, or at least not higher.

But he fought without any rules and didn't even seem to care about his own life, so he had the upper hand just now.

"This guy looks like a madman obsessed with fighting. I never thought that Mr. Murong's subordinates would be more weird than the other."

Duan Yu recalled the Bao Bu Tong he had met before, and couldn't help but feel a strange feeling.

As for Murong Fu, whom I had never met, my impression of him became worse and worse.

Chai Xin smiled slightly when he heard this, then shook his head and said, "We are just too lucky to have encountered two weirdos in succession."

According to the description in the original book, among the four great ministers under Murong Fu, Deng Baichuan, who ranks first, and Gongye Qian, who ranks second, are both extremely upright and heroic figures with great heroic spirit.

Bao Bu Tong and Feng Bo'e are not even a bit inferior to the previous two in terms of both martial arts and character.

According to the description in the original novel and extrapolated to the actual situation in the world of heroes, Deng Baichuan's martial arts skills are at least top-notch.

Gongye Qian was able to be at the upper level among the first-class.

As for Bao Bu Tong and Feng Bo'e, they can just barely be considered first-class.

Although they are both top figures in the martial arts world, the gap in strength between them is quite large.

Simply put, even if Bao Bu Tong and Feng Bo'e were combined, they could not defeat Gong Ye Qian, let alone Deng Baichuan.

Just as Elder Xi was fighting Feng Bo fiercely, a long roar suddenly came from outside the forest: "Old Four, don't be reckless, come back quickly!"

Upon hearing this voice, Feng Bo'e, who was fighting with great enthusiasm, suddenly looked helpless. After struggling to chop at Elder Xi with his sword, he quickly retreated.

"Elder Xi, come back." When Qiao Feng saw another person coming, he also spoke.

Elder Xi nodded, with a somewhat unwilling look on his face, as if he felt that he had not been able to teach Feng Bo'e a real lesson, and it was really hard to get rid of the anger in his heart.

"Boss Qiao, listed as an elder of the Beggars' Sect, my brother acted rashly and offended several people. Bao Bu Tong apologizes on his behalf."

At this time, a tall and thin figure walked into the forest. It was Bao Bu Tong.

When they saw Bao Bu Tong, Qiao Feng and Duan Yu's eyes lit up at the same time.

Qiao Feng looked back at Chai Xin and Duan Yu with a curious look on his face. It was obvious that he recognized the other person. He was the man who sat at the same table with Chai Xin and Duan Yu in the restaurant.

"You don't have to look at me. He and I are not friends. Strictly speaking, we have some grudges. The reason I went with him was just for the sake of my third brother and those girls."

Chai Xin said with a smile.

“Hehe, there’s no need to look at me. Mr. Bao San’s injury has not healed yet. He was injured by me using the Six Meridians Divine Sword’s finger force yesterday.”

Although Duan Yu was talking to Qiao Feng, his eyes were constantly searching behind Bao Bu Tong.

(End of this chapter)