At this time, Zhou Xuan had already walked to Wang Yuyan and others silently, and softly comforted Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling.

Wang Yuyan, Azhu and Abi naturally didn't need him to comfort him. Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling were resentful. They said they were taking them out to play, but they ended up going to play with the leader of the Beggars' Sect. They threw them in the restaurant. If they hadn't met Baodi, they wouldn't know how to find Zhou Xuan.

On the other side, Bao Dun was talking with serene satisfaction, but suddenly heard several people laughing in unison behind the apricot bushes, shaking the sky, and someone said in the laughter.

"I always heard that Jiangnanbao is not fucked, but it is indeed well-known."

Pack different paths.

"The farts are not smelly, and the farts are not sounding. The farts just now are loud and smelly. Could it be that the six elders of the Beggars' Sect put them on?"

The man behind the apricot tree is said.

"Bao Dun knows the names of the six elders of the Beggars' Sect, why are you still talking nonsense here?"

As soon as the words stopped, four old men walked out from behind the apricot bushes. Some had white beards and white hair, some had red faces, each holding weapons in their hands, occupying four corners, and Wang Yuyan and four others surrounded him.

Bao Dun naturally knew that the Beggars' Sect is a top-notch gang in the world. There are many masters in the gang, and the six elders of the Beggars' Sect are even more respectful to the martial arts world. However, he is arrogant and has a temper that is not afraid of heaven or earth since he was young. Seeing that four elders of the Beggars' Sect appear, they secretly surrounded him and shouted secretly.

"Oh no, oh, Mr. Bao San is afraid that he will be discarded today."

But there was no fear on his face, and he said.

"What are the four old men who are in charge? Do you want to fight with Mr. Bao San? Why are there two old men who don't come up together? They secretly ambushed aside and want to plot against Mr. Bao San? Very good, very good! Mr. Bao San's favorite is fighting."

Suddenly, someone said in the air.

"Who is the one who loves to fight the most in the world? Is it Mr. Bao San? Wrong, wrong, that's a gust of turmoil in Jiangnan."

Everyone looked up and saw a man standing on the branch of an apricot tree. The branches kept shaking, and the man rose and fell along with the branches. The man was thin, about 32 or 3 years old, with sunken cheeks, two rat tail beards, drooping eyebrows, and very ugly.

This man is Murong Fu's other right-hand man, and the storm is evil.

As expected, Abi shouted.

"Brother Feng, have you heard the message from the young master?"

Fengbo shouted evilly.

"Okay, I found a good opponent today. It's not too late to talk about Azhu, Abi, the young master's affairs later."

A backward somersault fell down in the air and rushed towards the short and fat old man in the north.

The old man held a steel staff in his hand and suddenly pushed forward, pointing to Fengbo's chest.

The steel rod was as thick as a goose egg, and it was very powerful when it was pushed out. Fengbo Yan was straight up and reached out to grab the steel rod. The old man shook his wrist, turned up the steel rod, and pointed it at his chest.

Fengbo shouted evilly.

"Extremely wonderful!"

Suddenly, he shortened his body and grabbed the opponent's waist and flank. The short and fat old man had hit the outer door with a steel stick. Seeing the enemy approaching, he was too late to hold the stick to resist, so he immediately kicked his lower abdomen.

The storm flashed by, but rushed to the red-faced old man in the east. The white light was dazzling. He had an extra single sword in his hand and slashed horizontally.

The old man with a red-faced face was holding a ghost-headed knife with a thick back and a thin blade. The blade was very long. Seeing Fengbo's sword swinging and slashing the sword, the ghost-headed knife stood up, touching the knife with a knife and hitting it hard on his blade.

Fengbo shouted evilly.

"You are very powerful and won't touch you."

He fell about a meter and slashed at the old man with a backhand.

At this time, Zhou Xuan had already walked to Wang Yuyan and others silently, and softly comforted Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling.

Wang Yuyan, Azhu and Abi naturally didn't need him to comfort him. Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling were resentful. They said they were taking them out to play, but they ended up going to play with the leader of the Beggars' Sect. They threw them in the restaurant. If they hadn't met Baodi, they wouldn't know how to find Zhou Xuan.

On the other side, Bao Dun was talking with serene satisfaction, but suddenly heard several people laughing in unison behind the apricot bushes, shaking the sky, and someone said in the laughter.

"I always heard that Jiangnanbao is not fucked, but it is indeed well-known."

Pack different paths.

"The farts are not smelly, and the farts are not sounding. The farts just now are loud and smelly. Could it be that the six elders of the Beggars' Sect put them on?"

The man behind the apricot tree is said.

"Bao Dun knows the names of the six elders of the Beggars' Sect, why are you still talking nonsense here?"

As soon as the words stopped, four old men walked out from behind the apricot bushes. Some had white beards and white hair, some had red faces, each holding weapons in their hands, occupying four corners, and Wang Yuyan and four others surrounded him.

Bao Dun naturally knew that the Beggars' Sect is a top-notch gang in the world. There are many masters in the gang, and the six elders of the Beggars' Sect are even more respectful to the martial arts world. However, he is arrogant and has a temper that is not afraid of heaven or earth since he was young. Seeing that four elders of the Beggars' Sect appear, they secretly surrounded him and shouted secretly.

"Oh no, oh, Mr. Bao San is afraid that he will be discarded today."

But there was no fear on his face, and he said.

"What are the four old men who are in charge? Do you want to fight with Mr. Bao San? Why are there two old men who don't come up together? They secretly ambushed aside and want to plot against Mr. Bao San? Very good, very good! Mr. Bao San's favorite is fighting."

Suddenly, someone said in the air.

"Who is the one who loves to fight the most in the world? Is it Mr. Bao San? Wrong, wrong, that's a gust of turmoil in Jiangnan."

Everyone looked up and saw a man standing on the branch of an apricot tree. The branches kept shaking, and the man rose and fell along with the branches. The man was thin, about 32 or 3 years old, with sunken cheeks, two rat tail beards, drooping eyebrows, and very ugly.

This man is Murong Fu's other right-hand man, and the storm is evil.

As expected, Abi shouted.

"Brother Feng, have you heard the message from the young master?"

Fengbo shouted evilly.

"Okay, I found a good opponent today. It's not too late to talk about Azhu, Abi, the young master's affairs later."

A backward somersault fell down in the air and rushed towards the short and fat old man in the north.

The old man held a steel staff in his hand and suddenly pushed forward, pointing to Fengbo's chest.

The steel rod was as thick as a goose egg, and it was very powerful when it was pushed out. Fengbo Yan was straight up and reached out to grab the steel rod. The old man shook his wrist, turned up the steel rod, and pointed it at his chest.

Fengbo shouted evilly.

"Extremely wonderful!"

Suddenly, he shortened his body and grabbed the opponent's waist and flank. The short and fat old man had hit the outer door with a steel stick. Seeing the enemy approaching, he was too late to hold the stick to resist, so he immediately kicked his lower abdomen.

The storm flashed by, but rushed to the red-faced old man in the east. The white light was dazzling. He had an extra single sword in his hand and slashed horizontally.

The old man with a red-faced face was holding a ghost-headed knife with a thick back and a thin blade. The blade was very long. Seeing Fengbo's sword swinging and slashing the sword, the ghost-headed knife stood up, touching the knife with a knife and hitting it hard on his blade.

Fengbo shouted evilly.

"You are very powerful and won't touch you."

He fell about a meter and slashed at the old man with a backhand.

The old man with a red-faced face was holding a ghost-headed knife with a thick back and a thin blade. The blade was very long. Seeing Fengbo's sword swinging and slashing the sword, the ghost-headed knife stood up, touching the knife with a knife and hitting it hard on his blade.

Fengbo shouted evilly.

"You are very powerful and won't touch you."
Chapter completed!