Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Qin Han listened to all of this silently, his expression very strange.

Qiao Feng's true identity was revealed, which is true in the original novel, but the plot seems to have taken a serious turn for the worse for Murong Fu.

Although Murong Fu in the original novel was also determined to restore his country and acted by any means necessary, he cherished his reputation in the early stages and tried his best to portray himself as a handsome and chivalrous young man.

Such trouble-making and even killing of a Shaolin monk are completely unlike the style of Murong Fu, this cunning little devil.

Suddenly, memories from over a month ago surfaced.

Ok……

should……

perhaps……

Could it be the mess I made when I impersonated Murong Fu on the Yangtze River?

This was done by the people from Qingyilou...

The reason he impersonated Murong Fu was twofold: firstly, to go with the flow; secondly, because his own strength was not yet at the Grandmaster level, and the leader of the Green Robe Pavilion should at least be a Grandmaster; and thirdly, because he had no background or power at the time, and he was afraid that if he became famous, the Green Robe Pavilion would cause him trouble.

The situation is different now. Qin Han is eager to become famous and would be more than happy to make a name for himself.

The butterfly effect has been too great; Murong Fu's past has been exposed, and his chances of restoring his kingdom are basically over. Hopefully, Murong Fu can hold on...

"That Murong Fu is really delusional!"

"I once admired his youthful talent, and I even heard that he was distributing porridge and saving lives in the surrounding area. Turns out, he wanted to restore the Yan Kingdom!"

"These Xianbei traitors deserve to be killed by everyone!"

The discussions in the hall grew increasingly heated, even overshadowing the fact that Qiao Feng was a Khitan.

If this trend continues, it won't be long before Murong's once formidable reputation turns into that of a rat that everyone wants to kill.

"Snapped!"

A loud slam on the table came from the second floor!

Overshadowing the commotion downstairs, everyone's gaze involuntarily turned to the second floor.

Qin Han raised an eyebrow again and looked at a cubicle to the side. This restaurant and inn was really a mixed bag. Who was this person with such a bad temper?

"How dare you slander my young master like that?! If I, Fourth Master, don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know the meaning of 'disaster comes from the mouth'!"

With that shout, a lithe figure darted down from the private room on the second floor!

This person was incredibly fast; almost the instant the sound fell, he had already landed in front of the group of bodyguards who had been discussing Murong Fu.

The man was about thirty years old, dressed in a gray outfit with a coarse cloth belt around his waist with a single-edged sword stuck in it. He had a square face and wide, glaring eyes, staring angrily at the group of people.

"Clang!"

The single sword was drawn, followed by a flash of cold light!

The man didn't give the bodyguards a chance to react at all, and his blade went straight for the few who had just been most enthusiastic in slandering Murong Fu.

"How dare you!!"

"Who are you?!"

These bodyguards never expected that someone would be so violent, resorting to violence at the slightest provocation.

In haste, he grabbed a weapon to defend himself.

"Ping pong!"

The sound of swords clashing rang out instantly.

However, each strike from the attacker carried a unique blade energy, clearly indicating the strength of the Innate Realm. Although the group of镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) also possessed some martial arts skills, they were easily defeated under the onslaught of such a master!

The lead bodyguard and swordsman saw the newcomer slashing straight at his face and hurriedly raised his longsword to defend himself.

But to his surprise, with a "crack," the longsword in his hand was cleaved in two by the opponent's blade!

The leading swordsman's hand went numb, and he was so shaken that he staggered backward until he finally fell to the ground. This happened right after the leading swordsman was defeated.

The other bodyguards followed suit after only a few moves. Some were knocked out of their hands by the shock, while others were struck by the back of a blade. They fell to the ground, howling in pain, clutching their chests or arms.

This scene left the other diners in the inn dumbfounded. These bodyguards at least had some second- or third-rate martial arts skills, yet they were easily defeated despite outnumbering the enemy. This person must either have first-rate strength or be able to use superior martial arts.

"Let's go, let's go!"

"Mind your own business, let's go!"

Those on the first floor who knew they weren't strong enough, or who didn't want to cause trouble, like diners, left the room upon seeing this.

Lan Jian also witnessed this scene and watched with great interest. He secretly glanced at Qin Han and, finding that his master didn't make any moves, continued watching.

Soon, the man who called himself Fourth Master saw several swordsmen who had just slandered Murong Fu fall to the ground, wailing in pain, and a look of disdain appeared on his face.

Sheathing his sword, he looked at the group of镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) and sneered, "With this little skill, you dare to come out and try your hand at escorting goods? And you even dare to slander my young master? You really don't know what's good for you!"

One of the bodyguards, lying on the ground, sized up the violent man. The more he looked, the more he seemed to resemble someone. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he stammered, "You...your young master? You...you are a gust of wind, Feng Bo'e?!"

These words caused a stir among the martial arts practitioners who had not yet left.

"What a mess!!"

"Is he Feng Bo'e, one of Murong Fu's four great generals?!"

The inn was full of martial arts practitioners, so they were all surprised to hear this name. How could he be here?

Although Feng Bo'e's name is not as famous as Murong Fu's, he is said to be obsessed with martial arts, has a violent temper, and will fight at the slightest provocation. He is either fighting or on his way to a fight.

That's why it got the nickname "a gust of wind"!

Feng Bo'e's face showed a hint of surprise, and he grinned, "Oh ho, you still recognize me, Fourth Master?! It seems my name still carries some weight in the martial arts world!"

The others lying on the ground realized what was happening when they heard the name Feng Bo'e, and their hearts sank instantly.

It's one thing to just make a few sarcastic remarks about Murong Fu, but to actually face the Murong family's close associates would be a real death sentence!

Furthermore, if Feng Bo'e is here, then is Murong Fu, the Southern Murong, also here?!

The moment this thought crossed their minds, the hearts of these bodyguards leaped into their throats.

The leader of the bodyguards and swordsmen was also quite frightened, but perhaps because he was a bit stubborn, he felt that he hadn't said anything wrong.

He glared angrily at Feng Bo'e and shouted, "Bah, Feng Bo'e! We can't beat you because you're not skilled enough, but does your young master not know how many martial arts masters he's killed in the martial arts world because of his superior skills?!"

It won't be long before word spreads throughout the martial arts world that you can only bully small fry like us! That Shaolin Master Xuanzi died from his own signature move; who else could it be but your young master?!

"Say that again?!" Feng Bo'e was furious upon hearing this!

He was someone who preferred fighting to arguing, and now that he heard the other party not only insulting his young master but also continuing to slander him for killing a Shaolin monk, he was simply courting death!