From Battle Through the Heavens Simulation to Great Lord

Duan Yu, who was originally prepared to support Qiao Feng, was completely stunned when he saw Wang Yuyan, who was dressed in white like snow. He stared at her blankly and could not move his eyes away.

Wang Yuyan's pretty face flushed slightly, and she turned her head away shyly, thinking to herself: "This person is so rude to look at me like this."

However, seeing that someone admired her beauty so much, Wang Yuyan was not really angry in her heart, but felt that her vanity was satisfied.

Qiao Feng's eyes swept around everyone and finally locked on Xiao Feng. He felt a threatening aura from Xiao Feng.

In the surprised eyes of the crowd, Qiao Feng suddenly bowed to Xiao Feng and said, "I guess you are Mr. Murong, right?"

"No! No!"

Before Xiao Feng could reply, Bao Bu Tong couldn't help but shouted, "How could this yellow-haired boy with not even all his hair grow out be my son?"

"Boss Qiao, you misunderstood. I am Xiao Feng, nicknamed Jianghu Know-it-all."

Xiao Feng bowed to Qiao Feng and said, "Just as this gentleman said, Murong Fu is indeed not qualified to compare with me."

"So it's Mr. Xiao, please..."

"No! No!"

Bao Bu Tong interrupted Qiao Feng's words directly, and shouted with an unhappy face, "My son is famous in Jianghu. Who doesn't know the names of Murong in the south and Qiao Feng in the north? How can you, a shitty know-it-all, compare with him?"

"Hahaha..."

Xiao Feng didn't get angry when he heard Bao Bu Tong say this, but couldn't help laughing.

Bao Bu Tong looked puzzled and asked, "What are you laughing at? Do you think you are funny too?"

"Wrong!"

Xiao Feng sneered and said, "I am laughing at Murong Fu's pity for having such an unlucky subordinate like you!

The Murong family finally established some prestige in the martial arts world, but it was ruined by your stinky mouth. With a pig teammate like you who is desperately dragging his feet, it would be strange if he could successfully restore the country!"

"Restore the country?"

The faces of the people present suddenly changed when they heard this.

Isn't restoring the country the meaning of rebellion?

That is a serious crime that will kill nine clans!

Even if people in the martial arts world don't like the government very much, not many people dare to get involved with rebellion.

"You...what nonsense are you talking about? What restoration of the country? You dare to throw dirty water on my son, you are looking for death!!!"

Bao Bu Tong was the first to come to his senses, and immediately flew towards Xiao Feng, punching him in the head, ready to kill him.

Although Bao Bu Tong couldn't figure out how Xiao Feng knew that the Murong family was going to rebel, when encountering a problem that cannot be solved, it is a good idea to directly solve the person who raised the problem!

Looking at Bao Bu Tong who wanted to kill and silence him, Xiao Feng's eyes flashed with disdain, and his right hand swung out as fast as lightning.

"Roar!!!"

Accompanied by a low lion roar, an illusory green lion head appeared faintly in Xiao Feng's palm, and slapped Bao Bu Tong's fist hard.

The moment the fists and palms of the two intersected, Bao Bu Tong's face changed drastically, and he felt a violent force coming, and he stepped back several steps uncontrollably, leaving several clearly visible footprints on the ground.

Seeing this, everyone present showed surprised expressions.

Just now, Bao Bu Tong had fought with the people of the Beggar Gang. Although his strength was not the top master in the world, he was able to fight back and forth with the elders of the Beggar Gang.

As a result, Bao Bu Tong couldn't even take Xiao Feng's palm. Could it be that this person's strength is comparable to the top martial arts masters?

How is this possible?

After all, Xiao Feng is only about fifteen or sixteen years old. Even if he has been practicing since his mother's womb, it is impossible for him to have such a deep internal force, right?

But what everyone doesn't know is that Xiao Feng looks calm on the surface, but in fact his entire right arm is numb, and he is just holding on.

Although the internal force cultivated by a warrior like Bao Bu Tong is certainly not as good as the fighting spirit cultivated by Xiao Feng, it can't withstand the long time he has practiced!

With the blessing of decades of pure internal force, the power of Bao Bu Tong's punch just now is almost equivalent to the full force of a four or five-star fighter.

Although Bao Bu Tong was knocked back several steps by Xiao Feng's palm, it seems that he has fallen into a disadvantage. In fact, in the process of retreating, he took the opportunity to remove most of Xiao Feng's palm power and only suffered a little skin injury.

Xiao Feng stood still, looking very cool, but the truth was that his right arm was sore and numb, and he had suffered serious internal injuries.

If it weren't for Xiao Feng's amazing recovery ability, he would have to rest for at least half a month to recover.

Of course, it doesn't mean that Xiao Feng really couldn't beat Bao Bu Tong. He could use Phantom Step to dodge Bao Bu Tong's full-strength attack, and then use Storm Dance to kill Bao Bu Tong in seconds.

The reason why Xiao Feng chose to fight Bao Bu Tong head-on was just because he wanted to take the opportunity to understand the strength level of the warriors in this world!

Bao Bu Tong can only be regarded as a second-rate master in the world, and his strength is enough to rival four or five-star fighters.

Then first-rate masters like Murong Fu and Duan Yanqing, their strength can at least reach seven-star fighters.

And top masters like Qiao Feng and Tianshan Tong Lao, their strength should be enough to rival the strong fighters.

As for the combat ceiling "Sweeping Monk" in the original work, his strength should have reached the level of high-star fighters, or even great fighters.

"Good boy, I'll meet you!"

Just when everyone was shocked by Xiao Feng's acting skills, Feng Bo'e, who loved fighting the most, was delighted to see the prey, and directly raised the single knife in his hand and flew towards him.

In the eyes of everyone's disbelief, Xiao Feng, who had just been showing his might, did not resist at all, and was split in half by Feng Bo'e.

"Bang!!!"

Before the shock on everyone's faces faded, Xiao Feng, who was split in half, suddenly exploded, turning into countless wind blades as thick as thumbs, shooting in all directions.

"Dangdangdang..."

Feng Bo'e did not expect such a change, and could only use the fastest speed to block the wind blades that shot at his vitals.

The remaining dozens of wind blades left dozens of bloody scars on Feng Bo'e's limbs and body.

At this time, Feng Bo'e was particularly embarrassed, and with the tattered clothes, he looked more like a beggar than the disciples of the Beggar Gang.

Feng Bo'e, who was almost killed by the wind blade, ignored the injury on his body, and looked at Xiao Feng who was several feet away fiercely, and shouted angrily: "What kind of evil martial arts is this? Come and fight me head-on if you have the guts!"

"Shut up!"

Xiao Feng raised his hand impatiently and waved it. A half-meter-long green wind blade suddenly appeared out of thin air and shot towards Feng Bo'e, whose face suddenly changed.