Song Qingshu finally remembered who this person was. He was a Mongolian expert who appeared in "Overturning the Rain and Clouds". He had a high status in the Demon Palace and was a good friend of the Little Demon Master, Fang Yeyu. Both his intelligence and martial arts skills were top notch. Even the Demon Master, Pang Ban, looked up to him.
This time, he had followed Xu Liewu to Xingqing Manor. That night, Madam Zhen had been captured by him. It was clear that he had also been aroused by Madam Zhen's voluptuous beauty. Unfortunately, she was a woman that Xu Liewu had specifically requested for. Left with no other choice, he had immediately gone to a brothel to seek pleasure and vent his lust.
On the arena, Ying Fei had a pair of crossed hooks on his back. His tall and slender body had an indescribable laziness but also a heroic aura, forming a strong attraction.
"Damn, I hate handsome men the most, especially those who are more handsome than me." Xue Pan returned to his seat and drank a few big bowls of tea to suppress his shock. He gradually recovered.
Glaring at Ying Fei on the arena, Xue Pan seemed to be venting the negative emotions that had accumulated in the arena. "Look at him, you are an expert at playing with women. Scumbag!"
Song Qingshu nodded in agreement. It was rare for him to have the same opinion as Xue Pan.
The yellow-robed girl on the side was amused. You people bully people in Lin 'an all day long, and you still have the nerve to call someone a scumbag?
At this time, Wang Baobao also walked onto the arena. Looking at the flirtatious man opposite him, he frowned. "Does Xu Liewu not have any subordinates? Did he send a shameless pervert to stop me?"
Many women were charmed by Ying Fei, but he was also a heartless devil. No matter how beautiful a woman was, once he got her, he would leave after playing with her and never look back.
At the same time, he was cruel by nature and had a very strong possessive nature. Although he abandoned the women he had played with, if he knew that the women he had abandoned were truly in love with other men, he would not hesitate to kill those men, because he wanted the women he had possessed to suffer for the rest of their lives because they missed him.
Wang Baobao was also from Mongolia, so he naturally knew about Ying Fei's background. It was not an exaggeration to call him a shameless pervert.
The smile on Ying Fei's face stiffened, "What do you mean? I'm not King Xu Liewu's subordinate."
"You don't dare to call him by his name. If that's not a guilty conscience, then what is it?" Wang Baobao sneered. "We all know what to do. Don't be so wishy-washy. Let's begin."
"Swords have no eyes. South River King, be careful of my double hooks." Ying Fei removed the Soul Severing Double Hooks from his back. Although he was smiling, his eyes were cold.
"Why? Do you want to learn from that Japanese and pretend to kill me on the stage?" Wang Baobao also took out his sword.
Ying Fei chuckled and said, "Your Highness is too serious, I can also die in your hands." After saying that, he bowed to the audience. "Everyone, please bear witness. If I am accidentally injured or killed by the King of Henan's sword, it is because I am not skilled enough. I have nothing to do with anyone. Please do not make things difficult for the King of Henan."
His outstanding appearance, coupled with his bearing, won him the favor of many people.
However, Wang Baobao knew his background and wasn't fooled at all. "You want me to do the same thing as you to make a statement before the battle? Don't worry, I'm not as hypocritical as you guys. "
He then turned to the people of the Ruyang Manor and instructed, "Listen up. If I am accidentally injured or killed by this perverted thief, you guys are to swarm him and tear him into pieces."
"Understood!" The warriors of the Ruyang Manor replied in unison. Many people were secretly shocked. It was no wonder that Wang Baobao was known as a famous general. His ability to command troops was indeed very strong. Sea of Clouds
Song Qingshu, who was below the stage, was amused. This brother-in-law of his was really an interesting person. Eh, why did the words' brother-in-law 'sound so familiar? He glanced at Mu Jiansheng in the distance, then at Xue Pan who was beside him, wondering if this silly fellow would also become his brother-in-law in the future.
On the stage, Ying Fei was clearly choked by Wang Baobao's reply. "Your Highness, aren't you being too ungentlemanly?"
"Dealing with a gentleman is a gentleman's way, dealing with a villain is naturally a villain's way." Wang Baobao was unaffected.
Xu Liewu, who had been watching the show, finally spoke up. "Wang Baobao, threatening your opponent in advance like this, using your power to oppress them, does this count as breaking the rules?"
"This is a marriage contest, not a fight for the number one position in the world. It is a test of the overall strength of the participants. Ying Fei can also have his subordinates threaten me." Wang Baobao rolled his eyes at him. "Some people should rest properly if their legs are broken. Stop jumping around here."
"You!" Xu Liewu was so angry he almost jumped up. Unfortunately, his broken legs did not allow him to do something that defied the laws of physics.
Wang Baobao was in a good mood after teasing Xu Liewu. He turned around to look at Ying Fei. "Are you going to fight or not?"
"Your Highness, please enlighten me!" Ying Fei was also furious at this moment, waving the two hooks in his hands to attack. Those who used strange weapons in the Jianghu all walked a treacherous and vicious path. He was no exception. Adding on the fact that he came from the West Region, his attacks were completely different from those of the Central Plains. Many people below the stage sucked in a breath of cold air, rejoicing that they were not facing him on the stage.
Wang Baobao's sword technique was much more moderate. Song Qingshu could even see the shadows of Shaolin, Kunlun, Emei, Hua Shan, and Kong Tong. It must have been when Wan An Temple had defeated the six great sects in one fell swoop and collected the essence of the sword techniques of each sect.
Wang Baobao seemed to have great talent in sword techniques. He could easily use the sword techniques of each sect, and he used them at the right time. At the same time, his attacks were very personal, with the air of a king. In the Jianghu, he could definitely be considered a famous swordsman.
"Strange …" Song Qingshu could not understand. The last time he had seen Wang Baobao in the Southern Song, his martial arts had only been so-so. But now, his martial arts had reached a higher level, and even his inner power was no small matter.
After all, inner power was not something that could be achieved quickly. How could one make such a huge leap in quality in such a short period of time?
But it wasn't like there were no methods at all. The Sect of Sun and Moon's Great Art of Absorbing Stars, the Carefree Sect's Art of the North Sea, and the legendary Art of the Sky Demon practiced by Temujin could all help one become a master in a short period of time. With the power and status of the Ruyang Palace, it wouldn't be a problem for them to find a few top-notch masters to impart their skills to him, much less to find a lot of cauldrons for him to absorb.
However, this kind of rapid progress would often result in an unstable foundation, and it would be impossible for one to pursue the Way of Heaven. No one knew which type Wang Baobao belonged to.
At this time, Ying Fei's figure on the stage was getting faster and faster. Suddenly, he seemed to have disappeared into thin air. In the blink of an eye, the crowd found that he had appeared behind Wang Baobao, the long hooks in his hands hooked onto both sides of Wang Baobao's waist at an unbelievable angle.
The men below the stage all gasped. Both of Wang Baobao's waist were injured, and the rest of his life would be gone. This guy's moves were too vicious.
A sinister smile flashed across Ying Fei's face. His hooks cut with all their might, obviously intending to take Wang Baobao's life.
Even Song Qingshu couldn't help but sit up straight. If he let anything happen to Wang Baobao in front of him, wouldn't Zhao Min blame him for the rest of his life?
But on the stage, Ying Fei's expression suddenly changed, because he realized that his normally sharp hooks were now hooked onto a piece of metal, unable to harm it in the slightest.
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