Yang Guo travels back in time to become Duan Yu, a different kind of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils.

Feng Bo'e was seen fighting with the short, fat old man, who was holding a steel staff. Whether Feng Bo'e was truly skilled or just arrogant, he actually tried to disarm his opponent with his bare hands.

The old man flicked his wrist, and the steel cane flipped up, pointing towards Feng Bo'e's chest.

Feng Bo'e exclaimed, "Wonderful!" He suddenly crouched down and grabbed the other person's waist and ribs.

The short, stout old man was already exhausted from using his steel staff, and it was too late for him to defend himself. He immediately kicked the old man in the abdomen.

Feng Bo'e dodged to the side, but pounced in front of the red-faced old man on the east side. A dazzling white light flashed, and he had a single sword in his hand, which he slashed horizontally.

The red-faced old man held a ghost-head knife in his hand. When he saw Feng Bo'e swinging his knife to slash, he stood his ghost-head knife upright and met the knife with his own, trying to forcefully collide with the blade of Feng Bo'e's knife.

The Ghost Head Blade has a thick back and a thin blade, and the blade is very long. If it were to be used head-on, Feng Bo'e would definitely suffer a loss. Feng Bo'e shouted, "Your weapon is powerful, I won't fight you." After saying that, he leaped back about ten feet and swung his blade back at the white-bearded old man to the south.

The white-bearded old man held an iron mace in his right hand, its surface covered in barbed teeth. He saw Feng Bo'e counter-attack with his single blade, while the red-faced old man's ghost-headed saber was still in motion. If he were to step forward to parry, he would be caught in a pincer attack. Respecting his status, he was unwilling to fight two against one, so he immediately dodged, letting the old man have the upper hand.

Little did anyone know that Feng Bo'e was a belligerent by nature and never followed any rules of fighting. The white-bearded old man dodged and retreated, and everyone knew that he was intentionally letting him have his way. But Feng Bo'e was not one to let it go. Seeing an opportunity, he slashed four times in quick succession, all of them offensive moves.

The white-bearded old man hadn't expected his opponent to be so unethical. He hurriedly swung his mace to parry, but he had already lost the initiative. He struggled to parry these moves and had to retreat four steps before he could regain his footing.

At this moment, he leaned against an apricot tree, with nowhere left to retreat. He swung his iron mace horizontally and struck out with a whoosh. This was one of his trump cards for turning defense into offense.

Unexpectedly, Feng Bo shouted, "Give me another one!" He retreated without parrying, and with a single sword, he swung it in a circle, aiming a slash at the fourth elder of the Beggars' Sect.

The white-bearded elder struck with his mace, and the enemy retreated far away, only to be annoyed and repeatedly blow his beard and glare at him.

By this time, Yang Guo had seen through Feng Bo'e's true nature. His swordsmanship was very diverse, incorporating many street fighting and combat skills. Such a person had a strong sense of the common people and was extremely fierce and straightforward.

However, this person's actions were far too arrogant. He could hardly win a one-on-one fight against the Beggars' Sect elders, yet he provoked four of them in a row. It was only because the four Beggars' Sect elders were too proud to attack him all at once that Feng Bo'e was defeated.

Even in a one-on-one situation, Feng Bo'e is currently at a disadvantage.

The fourth elder had very long arms. In his left hand, he held a soft weapon. When Feng Bo'e attacked, he lifted his left arm and unfurled the weapon, revealing it to be a burlap sack. The sack billowed in the wind, its opening opened, and it fell over Feng Bo'e's head.

Feng Bo'e tried to cut the sack with his knife, but the long-armed old man suddenly handed the sack to his right hand, turned his left arm around, and punched Feng Bo'e in the face.

Feng Bo'e tilted his head back to dodge, and was about to slash at the old man's groin with his sword when he realized that the long-armed old man also had a skillful Tongbei Quan. This Tongbei Quan should belong to the Cangzhou school, which is combined with Pigua Quan, and focuses on wide and wide movements and long-range attacks.

The old man with long arms seemed to have exhausted his punch, but new strength emerged from where the strength had run out. His long arms came in handy, and his fist extended forward another half foot.

Yang Guo thought Feng Bo'e couldn't avoid this attack, but he didn't expect that this guy was extremely experienced in adapting to situations. In the blink of an eye, he opened his mouth and bit down on his opponent's fist.

The long-armed old man was confident that this punch would knock out several of Feng Bo'e's teeth, but unexpectedly, just as the fist was about to reach his mouth, Feng Bo'e bit down with a mouthful of white teeth.

The long-armed old man hurriedly withdrew his hand, but it was too late. He let out a loud "Ah!" and looked at his hand, where his fingers were bleeding from where his opponent had bitten them.

Bao Butong, still standing to the side, made sarcastic remarks in a serious tone: "Fourth Brother Feng, your move 'Lu Dongbin Bites Dogs' is indeed worthy of its name. You have truly mastered it to a superb level. It is no wonder that you have practiced hard for ten years. You have bitten to death 1,800 white dogs, black dogs, and spotted dogs to achieve your current level of skill."

In his words, Bao Butong had already compared the Beggars' Sect elder to a mad dog. The long-armed elder already felt unlucky, and after being ridiculed by Bao Butong, he lost face.

"Hey, let's go again, you surnamed Feng!"

Having said that, a whooshing sound filled the air as the long-armed old man swung the sack into a blur of yellow light, seemingly enveloping Feng Bo'e within it. However, Feng Bo'e's swordsmanship was exquisite, allowing him to parry and attack, and he managed to hold his own.

Seeing that Feng Bo'e couldn't subdue his opponent for the time being, Wang Yuyan couldn't help but offer some advice: "Fourth Brother Feng, this elder's fist and footwork is Tongbei Quan. The way he uses the sack has the power of the Thirteen Styles of the Dabie Mountain Soft Whip, and also incorporates the style of the Eighty-One Styles of the Three-Section Staff of the Ruan Family of Hubei. You have to be careful!"

Her words weren't spoken very loudly, but the names "Dabie Mountain Return Soft Whip Thirteen Styles" and "Hubei Ruan Family Eighty-One Three-Section Staff" sounded like thunder to the long-armed old man.

He was originally a member of the Ruan family in Hubei. The three-section staff was a family skill. Later, he killed an elder of his family and committed a serious crime. So he changed his surname and name, abandoned the three-section staff and never used it again. No one knew his true identity. Unexpectedly, although he tried his best to abandon the martial arts he learned in his childhood, it was naturally revealed when he was in the midst of a fierce battle.

He also said that she now knew about his past, which he had kept hidden for decades, and that he had unconsciously become distracted.

Feng Bo'e's greatest hobby in life was fighting. With his rich experience, he immediately noticed that his opponent was distracted. Overjoyed, he launched several attacks, and his opponent was unable to withstand them.

The long-armed elder was forced to retreat three steps by Feng Bo'e, who, not giving up easily, continued to slash at him with his sword.

Seeing Feng Bo'e swing his blade down, the Long-Armed Elder leaped up with his left foot, kicking at Feng Bo'e's right wrist. Feng Bo'e swung his blade diagonally, directly slashing at Feng Bo'e's left foot. The Long-Armed Elder followed with his right foot, a double strike, and he was already leaping into the air.

Feng Bo saw his chance and threw a punch with his left hand, aiming for the opponent's knee. Seeing that the long-armed old man was in mid-air and unable to move, he knew that if the punch landed, even if the knee didn't shatter, the leg bone would surely break.

Feng Bo'e suddenly sensed something was wrong. He heard a strong gust of wind in his ear, and the sack in the other person's hand opened wide and fell over his head.

Although his punch could break the long-armed old man's leg bone, wouldn't it be terrible if his own big head were stuck in a sack?

The punch was quickly changed from a straight strike to a sweeping motion, aiming to open the sack. The long-armed old man slightly tilted his right hand, and with a turn of the sack's opening, he had already caught Feng Bo'e's fist.

The sack's opening was far too small for Feng Bo'e's tiny fist; it would be easy to slip it in, but it definitely wouldn't be able to wrap around him. Feng Bo'e pulled his hand out of the sack. Suddenly, he felt a slight pain on the back of his hand, as if pricked by a fine needle. Looking down, he was immediately startled to see a tiny scorpion embedded in the back of his hand.

This scorpion was smaller than usual, but it was brightly colored and looked terrifying. Feng Bo'e knew something was wrong and tried to shake it off, but the scorpion's tail was firmly stuck to the back of his hand, and he couldn't shake it off no matter what he did.

Feng Bo'e hurriedly flipped his left hand over and slapped the back of his hand against the back of his single-edged sword. With a soft scraping sound, the five-colored scorpion instantly turned into a mushy mess.

Feng Bo'e was no fool. Just by looking at the scorpion, he knew it was no easy creature to deal with. He immediately leaped back about ten feet, took out an antidote pill from his pocket, and swallowed it.

Bao Butong was very concerned and hurriedly asked, "How does Fourth Brother feel?"

Feng Bo'e waved his left hand twice, and finding nothing amiss, said, "Nothing..."

He only managed to utter those four words before suddenly collapsing forward with a thud.