Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Yang Fei and Wen Xiaoxiao both jumped in surprise.

Qin Xianfei was furious and rushed over, delivering a high kick towards Yang Fei's head.

Qin Xianfei was also an Energy Transformation Master. When she truly got angry, the force of her kick reached five hundred kilograms of energy.

He couldn't help but chuckle, reaching out to grasp her ankle.

Then, Yang Fei effortlessly dragged her over and tossed her onto the sofa beside him.

Qin Xianfei, unsteady, made a sword gesture with her left hand and stabbed towards Yang Fei's eye with a swoosh.

Her speed in switching moves was on par with any Energy Transformation Master.

Yang Fei was startled, reaching out to block Qin Xianfei's finger.

"Finger-Snap Inch Sword? Your master is Hongmen Yin Tianxiu?"

Qin Xianfei's cheeks turned scarlet with anger: "What does it have to do with you, you filthy jerk?"

She wanted to change moves again, but Yang Fei used a technique like sealing, gripping her wrist and giving it a gentle shake.

Immediately, half of Qin Xianfei's body went numb, and she involuntarily collapsed onto the sofa.

"Awesome, keep fighting, keep fighting, I love watching fights the most."

At some point, Wen Xiaoxiao had brought over a small stool and was clapping her hands.

On the table in front of her was a large pile of snacks.

Qin Xianfei, extremely angry, turned to look at Wen Xiaoxiao.

"Xiaoxiao, are you kidding me? I'm helping you fight this jerk, and you're just watching the fun?"

Wen Xiaoxiao made a face at Qin Xianfei.

"No way, Brother Fang and I were just playing around."

Yang Fei mischievously looked at Qin Xianfei: "Why don't the three of us play on the bed?"

"You two beat me together, or I beat you two alone, it's so much fun."

"You... ugh, who wants to play with you, shameless!"

Qin Xianfei realized she had unwittingly made a mistake.

She turned angrily to go back inside, opened the door, then suddenly came back and kicked Yang Fei before dashing back into her room.

Yang Fei smiled wryly, holding his forehead, feeling a bit of a headache.

He had planned to talk things over with Wen Xiaoxiao, but who knew it almost turned into a bedroom shootout.

Finger-Snap Inch Sword is Hongmen Yin Tianxiu's unique skill.

Yang Fei didn't expect Yin Tianxiu's secret martial arts to be wielded by Qin Xianfei.

Thinking of that troublesome woman Yin Tianxiu, Yang Fei frowned deeply.

This time, Wen Xiaoxiao spoke up before Yang Fei could ask.

"I was afraid of losing that copper box, so I didn't carry it with me. I left it under the god statue at Mazu Temple on Tide Island."

Yang Fei was startled: "You didn't carry it with you? That's problematic."

Wen Xiaoxiao's bright eyes glimmered.

"That thing is heavy and troublesome. I almost threw it into the sea."

"I happened to be volunteering at the Mazu Temple for a while, so I left it there."

"Don't worry, no one knows about it but me."

Yang Fei nodded: "Good, tomorrow we'll go retrieve it. This thing is very important to me."

Wen Xiaoxiao nodded obediently.

"Alright then, let's go get it tomorrow. Sigh, I just don't know where Grandpa is."

Yang Fei, aware, smiled softly.

"Don't worry, when the time is right, Old Master Wen will surely appear."

Wen Xiaoxiao stared blankly at Yang Fei.

"Brother Fang, I always feel that you are like my real brother, and he's back."

Her eyes lowered, slightly reddening.

"I originally had a brother. When I was thirteen, my father gambled and owed loan sharks, and my brother was taken away by bad people."

"Later, my brother never returned. Grandpa came back, and I followed him, never seeing my brother again."

Yang Fei looked at this pitiful little girl, feeling compassionate, and gently stroked her hair.

"It's alright, just treat me as your brother. I'll take care of you from now on."

Wen Xiaoxiao blushed, shaking her head shyly.

"No, I don't want you to be my brother."

As she spoke, she suddenly kissed Yang Fei on the cheek like lightning, then dashed into her room like a little deer.

Yang Fei touched his ticklish cheek, feeling startled.

"Could it be, this little girl has feelings for me?"

Yang Fei's former dream was to be a professional rogue, to woo beautiful women from all over the world.

Yet by chance, there were already many stunning women around Yang Fei.

Yang Fei thought tearfully: "Can I do without beauties?"

He was in a daze for a moment, finally sighed, and prepared to return to his room to sleep.

Just then, his phone rang, the ringtone piercing sharply through the silent night.

Yang Fei looked at the screen, and it was Mad Blade calling.

He felt a stirring in his heart and immediately answered the call.

On the other end, Mad Blade's lewd and flamboyant laughter came through.

"Instructor, we're here. Where's your beauty?"

Yang Fei perked up and then laughed wickedly.

"Already prepared, waiting for you to grace her, the first beauty is named Zong Qingzhi!"

Mad Blade chuckled twice.

"I knew you were up to no good. Tell me, what do we do?"

Yang Fei glanced at his watch.

"In twenty minutes, wait for me at Wan Chai Pier. I'll tell you when I get there."

Yang Fei hung up, an evil smile visible in his brow and eyes.

"What the hell are the Four Gates, from tonight on, there will be no more Four Gates."

Twenty minutes later, Yang Fei arrived at Wan Chai Pier, where the Changfeng Squad had been waiting for a long time.

Mad Blade, in his camouflage suit, stood tall like a tower, imposing in the night breeze.

Fan Yi, with a posture as straight as a spear, exuded a harsh and cold aura.

On the other side, Long Xia, like a black panther, stood in a horse stance, gazing at the sea.

Cui Xiang, with a large belly, was gnawing on a big chicken leg.

Three Swords, with a wine gourd hanging from his waist, sat on the pier steps, drinking casually.

The other Changfeng Team Members, squatting or standing, resembled a pack of hungry wolves in the shadows.

Yang Fei took one look and was overjoyed.

The wild Mad Blade, the cold Fan Yi, the sharp Three Swords, the vast Cui Xiang, the leopard-like Long Xia.

These five had qi-blood energy settled, standing like mountains, their qi-blood abundant, essence flowing endlessly.

Yet each of their faces shone with lustrous, Great Perfection brilliance.

These five guys had all broken through to the Core Formation to Divine Communication realm.

Yang Fei felt like he had been hit over the head by a gold mountain.

And it wasn't one gold mountain, but five gold mountains.

Yang Fei joyfully rushed over, giving Mad Blade a firm pat on the shoulder.

"Damn broken brush, you finally made progress, congratulations on communicating with god."

Mad Blade laughed heartily, giving Yang Fei a solid bear hug.

"No matter how bad I am, I can't be a burden to you."

Cui Xiang also strode over, giving Yang Fei a bear hug.

"Brother Fei, it's been a long time, can you lend me..."

Before he could finish, Yang Fei interrupted: "Five bucks!"

The two embraced each other, laughing heartily.

Not far away, Three Swords, Fan Yi, and Long Xia all approached to greet Yang Fei.