Chapter 60: Assisting Yi in Learning Martial Arts

  Wu Ming followed the sound and looked over, suddenly seeing a man standing on the branch of an apricot tree not far away. The man was about thirty-one or two years old, with a thin and ugly face. As the branches swayed, the man seemed to be standing on the waves, looking very elegant and carefree, indeed having the demeanor of a windy day.

  As for the "Jiangnan Wind" in Tianlong, Wu Ming still had some impression of this person who loved to fight and would often resort to violence to solve problems. Now, hearing him mock the Beggars' Sect with different idioms was quite amusing, but it also seemed that he didn't take the Beggars' Sect seriously at all. It's likely that he'll be in for a rude awakening soon.

  "Feng Si Ge, have you heard any news about Young Master?" Ah Bi exclaimed excitedly as soon as she saw Feng Bo E suddenly appear.

  Feng Bo stood at the branch, shaking his head and said: "Ah Bi sister, let's talk about young master's matter later. Now there is a good opponent, let me fight first."

  As they spoke, a leaf fell from the branch, turned over several times in mid-air, and gently landed on the ground, just like a gust of wind.

  However, after landing, Feng Bo's body suddenly shot out like electricity and rushed towards the elder closest to him in the north without saying a word.

  That old man was short and stout, holding a steel staff in his hand. Seeing the fierce wind and waves coming, he hurriedly pushed out the steel staff in his hand and pointed it at the opponent's chest, aiming for the vital point.

  Wu Ming's eyes were sharp and he saw that the elder's move was extraordinary. Although it seemed like a light push, it actually contained immense power. If the vital point on his chest was hit by the steel rod as thick as an egg, he would either die or be seriously injured.

  What a fierce storm, swift and decisive, not flustered at all, instead advancing forward, dodging the steel rod's strike by a hair's breadth, stretching out his hand to grab it, attempting to snatch the steel rod away.

  The old man reacted extremely quickly, and with a flick of his wrist, the steel rod flipped up and continued to point at the opponent's chest.

  "Excellent!" Feng Bo exclaimed, suddenly ducking down and reaching for the old man's waist.

  A short and stout old man tapped his cane in mid-air, intending to withdraw it for self-defense, but was too late. He had no choice but to lift his foot and kick out, striking the opponent's abdomen.

  The stormy waves slanted and flashed by, but did not linger in battle, suddenly pouncing on the old man facing east.

  Wu Ming only felt a flash of white light, but it was Feng Po who had drawn out the long knife from his waist and hacked at the old man.

  The old man's face was flushed with excitement, holding a ghost-headed knife with a thick back and thin blade, very long. Seeing the opponent swing his sword to chop him down, he immediately raised the ghost-headed knife, ready to collide head-on and block the opponent's one sword.

  "Your swordsmanship is formidable, heh heh, I won't clash with you head-on." Feng Bo'ao chuckled and suddenly darted back several feet like a gust of wind. With a reverse stroke of his knife, he swung it at the white-bearded old man to the south.

  That white-bearded old man held an iron trident, the trident was covered with reverse thorns, Wu Ming knew that this was a Qimen blade, the reverse thorns could lock onto the enemy's weapon, and it was extremely fierce.

  The white-bearded old man saw the sudden attack of the fierce wind and waves, and with a knife in his hand, he suddenly counterattacked. Although he was extremely angry in his heart, seeing that the red-faced old man on their side had not yet withdrawn his Ghost Head Knife, he did not want to fall into a situation where two people would gang up on one person, so he immediately retreated and did not launch a counterattack.

  But little did he know that this troublemaker was always prone to violence, coupled with a quarrelsome nature, and didn't care about the rules of the martial arts world. At this time, everyone who knew what was going on could see that the old man with white whiskers had retreated on purpose, but he didn't care at all. Seeing an opportunity to attack, the steel knife in his hand "brushed" out four consecutive slashes, all of which were open and powerful moves that made it difficult for people to defend themselves.

  The old man with white beard would not have thought that the evil wind wave would be so unscrupulous, violating the rules of the martial arts world. He was furious in his heart and, in his confusion, could only wield his rake to defend himself, retreating four or five steps before stabilizing his figure.

  Because Wu Ming was standing not far behind the white-haired old man, he retreated to Wu Ming's front. At this time, Feng Bo E was merciless and his steel knife chopped twice in a row, with a rainbow-like momentum. If the white-haired old man couldn't withstand it, even Wu Ming standing behind him might be affected.

  Of course, Wu Ming's martial arts skills are strong and far surpass Feng Bo's, so there is no need to worry about getting hurt.

  But if it were someone else, it might not be the case. Wu Ming was furious, this wind and wave is too arbitrary, others have intentionally let him go, but he doesn't know how to advance or retreat. If Ah Zhu, Ah Bi, and Wang Yu Yan weren't present, she really wanted to go up and snatch his sword, and give him a few slaps in the face.

  Wu Ming shook his head and let out a sigh, instantly unfolding his Lingbo Micro Steps, quickly leaving the range of the two men's fight.

  "What a wonderful step, wonderful to the extreme! Little brother, let's have a fight." As he spoke, Feng Bo suddenly sheathed his sword and retreated lightly, then suddenly pounced forward with a slanting stab, flying up to block Wu Ming's path, his steel knife chopping towards Wu Ming's waist.

  Wu Ming was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He wasn't even a member of the Beggar Clan, yet this troublemaker had come out of nowhere and started a fight with him for no reason. It was truly unreasonable, just as expected from someone who didn't know how to behave.

  Just as he was about to teach him a lesson, Ah Zhu shouted: "Feng Si Ge, don't hit randomly, that Wu Gongzi is a friend of mine and Ah Bi's." In fact, Ah Zhu wanted to say, Feng Si Ge, you'd better stop, you're not Wu Gongzi's match, but this was something she couldn't bring herself to say.

  The storm is brewing at this moment, and the move has been made. Even if you want to take it back, it's already too late.

  Wu Ming originally wanted to directly take the sword from his opponent's hand and capture him, but after hearing Ah Zhu's shout, he felt a warmth in his heart. He then used the Ling Bo Wei Bu technique, taking a step to the left, barely avoiding the opponent's steel knife.

  "Good, very good, at such a young age you have such skills, it's really great. Ah Zhu sister, don't worry, since he is your friend, I definitely won't hurt him." As he spoke, he swung his sword and struck repeatedly. Wu Ming listened and secretly smiled, but saw Ah Zhu making eye contact with him, seemingly telling him not to fight back hard, so he didn't counterattack, only using the Lingbo Micro Step to dodge his opponent's knife attacks continuously.

  "Strange, how did Third Brother learn this footwork?" Duan Yu was shocked in his heart after seeing it, where did Wu Ming learn the Lingbo Micro Step from the Wuliang Cave?

  Qiao Feng had long known that Wu Ming was a top-notch expert, and his skills were no weaker than his own. He naturally wouldn't worry about Wu Ming's safety. The more he watched Wu Ming's moves, the more he admired him in his heart, and couldn't help but secretly praise him. His third brother had achieved so much at such a young age, and would surely be invincible in the world in the future.

  Lingbo Wei Bu is indeed the most mysterious footwork in Tian Long, no matter what kind of wonderful moves Feng Bo E makes, Wu Ming can easily avoid them with a leisurely stroll, without even using a bit of effort.

  Although Feng Bo was eager to fight, he wasn't a fool. At this moment, he also felt that Wu Ming's strength was far beyond his own match. Suddenly, he withdrew his knife and said with a smile: "Your footwork is too fierce, I can't hit you, I won't cut it anymore, I'll go find someone else to play with."

  Wu Ming was speechless and lost his smile, and didn't bother to argue with him. The beggars on the scene burst out laughing.

  "What are you laughing at? What's so funny?" As they spoke, the stormy weather suddenly dissipated like a receding tide and turned to the west, attacking the fourth elder.

  The old man's arm was very long, his left hand holding a soft thing. When the fierce wind came, his left hand suddenly shook it open, and it turned out to be a hemp sack for loading rice. The sack was blown by the wind, opening its mouth, and fell over the head of the fierce wind evil.

  Feng Bo was both shocked and delighted, shouting: "Wonderful! Wonderful! Old beggar, I'll fight you!"

  Feng Bo was a man who loved to fight, and whenever he met someone with extraordinary martial arts skills, he would go up and try them out. Previously, the reason why he suddenly attacked Wu Ming was because Wu Ming's movement technique was extraordinary, and he couldn't help but feel eager to try him out; otherwise, he definitely wouldn't have made a move on him.

  Over the years, I have seen many strange and bizarre blades, but this burlap sack as a blade is something I've never seen before. Seeing it now has naturally piqued my interest, just like a collector coming across an antique.

  Soon, a strong gust of wind blew through the field, and the old man with long arms danced the sack into a swirling yellow shadow, engaging in a fierce battle with the Wind Demon.

  Although Feng Bo was not as good as Wu Ming, his knife skills were actually quite good and very exquisite.

  The two of them came and went, neither giving way to the other, and in the blink of an eye they had exchanged over a hundred moves.

  Jiao Feng saw that one of Murong Fu's subordinates could actually exchange over a hundred moves with the elder of his own sect without showing any signs of defeat, and he couldn't help but feel some admiration for him, making him pay even more attention to Murong Fu.

  Abi saw the fierce battle, but neither side could gain the upper hand, and she was worried. She quietly asked Wang Yuanyan: "Miss Wang, this old man is using a sack as a weapon, what kind of kung fu is he using?"

  Wu Ming's ears were sharp and he heard clearly, and he couldn't help but feel a little curious. He only heard Wang Yu Yan say: "He uses the Tongbi Fist for his punches and kicks, and the skill of using the sack looks like the Dahbieshan Huipai Soft Whip Thirteen Forms' power, which also includes the Hubei Ruan Family Eighty-one Road Three-section Staff's routine. It is very likely that he created it himself."

  Wu Ming was deeply impressed and thought to himself, "Wang Yuyan is indeed a master of memory, able to deduce the origin of someone's martial arts skills even in such a situation. This shows her exceptional talent and beauty. If she had practiced martial arts from a young age, she would likely have become a great master as well. Unfortunately, like Duan Yu, she has an aversion to martial arts, thus missing the best opportunity to learn."

  Just as Wu Ming was about to praise him, a familiar and crisp prompt suddenly appeared in his mind.

  "Ding Dong!"

  "Congratulations, you have triggered the Book Immortal System task [Assist Yi in Learning Martial Arts]."

  "Mission content: Persuade Wang Yuyan to learn martial arts and teach her the Nine Yin Scripture, reaching the state of great completion to complete the task."

  "Task time limit: within one year."

  "Quest Reward: One Mysterious Book Spirit Treasure Chest."

  Although Wu Ming was somewhat surprised by this sudden task, after thinking about it, he felt that it wasn't bad. This way, they could take the opportunity to improve their relationship with each other.

  It's just that persuading Wang Yuyan to learn martial arts is a more headache-inducing task, and can only be left for later to think of a solution slowly. Absolutely cannot rush into it, otherwise, it would cause the beauty to feel disgusted and that would be even more troublesome.

  As for whether he could teach Wang Yuyan the Nine Yin True Classics, Wu Ming was not worried at all. With the possession of the Spring Yang Melt Snow Technique, one of the world's most extraordinary techniques, as long as the other party was willing to learn, there would definitely be no problem.

  As he thought of this, Wu Ming's eyes involuntarily looked towards the beauty, and at this time, Wang Yu Yan seemed to have also sensed something, and actually also raised her head to look over.

  The eyes of the two met in mid-air, and a strange feeling seemed to be transmitted between each other's gazes. Wang Yuyan was taken aback, but soon felt extremely shy, hastily lowering her head, no longer daring to look at Wu Ming's gaze. Her heart was racing wildly, unsure why she was acting this way, and thinking of her secretly admired older cousin, making her even more flustered.