Sword drawn from the constellations, poison as its edge.

Chapter 137 Two Pussy Pussy Pussy Who Bring Disaster

Jiang Mingzhe took seven or eight steps in mid-air before landing. He then took a few more steps with the Lingbo Weibu technique. With a sudden thought, he twisted his body and took the next step, which was exactly what he was going to do with the Chuiyun Qinggong move.

He spun around and leaped several feet into the air, taking a few more steps in mid-air. His movements were graceful, just like a real person riding the clouds and controlling the wind.

However, while this kind of lightness skill is extremely fast, it also consumes internal energy at an extremely rapid pace.

Jiang Mingzhe roughly calculated that if he were to use this new lightness skill, with his current cultivation level, he would probably only be able to travel a hundred miles before exhausting his inner strength.

Suddenly it dawned on him: Could it be that the accumulation of internal energy during the Lingbo Weibu movement was actually to "charge" this more advanced light-body skill?
In this way, by alternating the use of Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) with this new skill, traveling thousands of miles will not be difficult!

He blinked, deeply admiring the predecessor who created this skill. He couldn't help but guess that when the predecessor created this skill, it was probably because his internal energy was being depleted too much, so he specially created another light skill with internal energy cultivation ability to supplement it.

Perhaps that's why this skill was eventually split into two: a movement technique that allows you to charge your energy while walking, and a leaping technique that doesn't consume much energy!
Huh? Could this be... the predecessor of the hybrid electric vehicle?

Jiang Mingzhe shook his head, dismissing these wild ideas, and was about to continue experiencing the wonders of this brand-new lightness skill when he suddenly heard Qiao Feng shout from behind, "Brother, we've arrived!"

Is Qiao Feng behind me?

Jiang Mingzhe was stunned. He turned around and fell silently like a leaf. Looking back, he was surprised to find that he had already left Qiao Feng more than ten feet behind.

Qiao Feng's expression was a mixture of amazement and admiration. He exclaimed, "Brother, your lightness skill is truly superb. I, Qiao, am quite knowledgeable, yet I have never heard of such a skill before! It seems that the fame of your Xingxiu Sect is not only due to your use of poison."

Jiang Mingzhe smiled and said, "Brother Qiao, you flatter me."

Walking back to Qiao Feng's side, they found themselves in an apricot grove. Qiao Feng said, "Come with me!" and led Jiang Mingzhe into the grove.

Before they had gone a mile, they heard a sarcastic voice: "Your Beggars' Clan is truly corrupt from top to bottom. My brother Murong came all the way to pay a visit to your clan leader, and he should have been waiting for you in Luoyang. How could you be so willful as to come all the way to Jiangnan, making my brother Murong's trip in vain? With such hospitality, do you deserve to be the number one clan in the world?"

Qiao Feng's face darkened, and he said unhappily, "Is this the Mr. Bao San? He speaks without any reason. I originally thought highly of the Murong family because I thought Miss A Zhu was bold and intelligent, but after seeing this man, I feel that the Murong family is nothing special."

Jiang Mingzhe laughed and said, "There are quite a few people in the world who love to argue. They say one thing and another, thinking they are eloquent, but they are just being unreasonable and self-satisfied. Hehe, if it is inconvenient to kill them, we can use their own methods against them, which is also a kind of fun."

"Take the bait and feed him?" Qiao Feng seemed tempted, but then shook his head and sighed, "It won't work. If we were just friends in private, we could laugh and joke without restraint, but in this formal setting, my words and actions represent the Beggars' Clan. If I were to argue with him, it would be a disgrace to the Beggars' Clan."

Jiang Mingzhe raised an eyebrow and said smugly, "Luckily, I'm not the leader of the Xingxiu Sect, and the Xingxiu Sect doesn't have much of a reputation anyway. I'll stand up for you."

After saying that, he gathered his true energy and shouted sharply, "How laughable! The Murong family of Gusu is truly laughable! When Chief Qiao of the Beggars' Sect came from afar to visit, Murong Fu, as the host, did not make proper arrangements to receive him. Instead, he went far away to avoid him. He has absolutely no manners when it comes to hospitality. With such a disrespectful family style, how dare they call themselves a noble family?"

As soon as the words fell, Bao Butong roared, "Damn it, which filthy little devil is talking behind my back? Aren't you afraid Mr. Bao will knock your teeth out? Get out here!" Jiang Mingzhe was walking forward when he heard him say this. He thought to himself, "If I go over there, won't I really be the one to get out here?"
He immediately stopped, grabbed Qiao Feng, and laughed loudly: "Who was spouting such nonsense? It turns out to be the infamous 'stinky-mouthed' Bao Sanbao Butong in the martial arts world!"

Bao Butong didn't mind being called foul-mouthed and said smugly, "You nobody, you've actually heard of your name, Third Master Bao. You're quite knowledgeable. Third Master told you to get over here, so why don't you obediently come over?"

Jiang Mingzhe laughed and said, "Speaking of your name, Bao Laosan, it is indeed well-known. When I came to Jiangnan this time, I heard that all the children in Jiangnan could sing a nursery rhyme. What was it again? It seems to be: Baichuan is old and has high internal strength, Gongye the drunkard has arrogant palm strength, Bao San has a foul mouth and is despicable, two pustule who bring disaster and trouble."

After saying this, he glanced at Qiao Feng, who had no expression on his face, and shook his head sadly. He thought to himself that with A Zi gone, there were few who understood him. He had finally managed to write an original piece, but there was not even a single person to applaud him.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when several loud laughs echoed through the sky. Someone shouted in praise, "What a foul-mouthed, despicable Bao San! Truly two troublemakers!"

Bao Butong had already lost his composure—he thought to himself, "It's one thing for you to say I'm a troublemaker, but I'm clearly a man of integrity. To call me a coward is just slander."
Just as he was about to retort, he heard someone cheer, which made him even angrier: "Damn it, Mr. Bao is having a good time arguing with someone, and someone actually dares to fart in the middle of it. This fart is both smelly and loud. Apart from the six elders of the Beggars' Sect, no one else can let out such a fart."

Then Feng Bo shouted, "Third Brother, before the six elders of the Beggars' Sect arrive, let's knock that rat's teeth out!"

Bao Butong immediately said, "Fourth Brother is right, beat the younger ones first, then the older ones!"

The two men left behind a group of Beggars' Sect members and rushed over. Jiang Mingzhe looked up and saw that Bao Butong was tall and thin with a stubborn and unruly air about him. He smiled slightly and said, "I've learned something new. So this is how you roll over here."

Bao Butong was furious and moved to pounce, but Feng Bo'e was faster and blocked Bao Butong's way: "Third Brother, this is the man who broke my arm. He seems to be using Shaolin Kung Fu!"

Bao Butong was taken aback. He had already told Feng Bo'e how he had suffered such an injury. Now that they had met on a narrow road, how could he dare to underestimate him in the slightest?

"So it was you!" Bao Butong looked him up and down with his strange eyes, and gritted his teeth and said, "You didn't even mix with the people from Qingcheng Sect and Qin Family Village. If I had known this, I should have dealt with those two families before coming to cause trouble for the Beggar Clan."

Now, Murong Fu has taken Deng Baichuan, the most powerful of his four retainers, to Luoyang. Gongye Qian has been ordered to take charge of Jiangyin. Only Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e remain to guard the Gusu base. Feng Bo'e has been severely injured in one move. Although Bao Butong is arrogant and conceited, he has become much more cautious in his actions at this time when his strength is at its weakest.

These past few days, the Qingcheng Sect and Qin Family Village have been making a big fuss about causing trouble, but he hasn't dared to confront them, fearing that Jiang Mingzhe might still be among them.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Mingzhe did not associate with those two groups.

Jiang Mingzhe, being a quick-witted man, immediately guessed Bao Butong's thoughts upon hearing his words. He gestured with one hand and said, "Hey Bao, look over here. This is none other than Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggars' Sect. Leader Qiao's martial arts are naturally far superior to mine. You don't dare to cause trouble for the Qingcheng Sect, but you dare to come and challenge the Beggars' Sect. Aren't you afraid that Leader Qiao will slap you to death?"

Just as Bao Butong was about to speak, he heard footsteps and saw four ragged old beggars, each carrying a weapon, walking out from different directions.

Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e's expressions changed simultaneously. The two brothers, now in dire straits, exchanged a glance, both understanding each other's thoughts: Oh no, oh no! They thought the Beggars' Sect was coming south in force to demand justice, and this battle was inevitable. They planned to take advantage of the faction's advance, destroy one of their branches to blunt their edge, capture the branch leader without harming him, and then force a favor by doing them a favor. Unexpectedly, the enemy acted swiftly, with four of the six elders arriving, and even Qiao Feng from the North personally showing up. This was truly disastrous!
Bao Butong, being a seasoned debater, was quick-witted. He squinted at Jiang Mingzhe, thinking to himself: The way to break this deadlock still lies with this man!
He immediately burst into laughter: "You say I'm afraid of Qiao Feng killing me? Not at all! Qiao Feng of the North is nothing but a name without substance. How could he be worthy of being called on par with my brothers, Murong and I! Hehe, you injured my fourth brother, but don't expect to use Qiao Feng as a scapegoat. Today, Mr. Bao will avenge my fourth brother first, and then experience the palm techniques of Chief Qiao!"

(End of this chapter)