Mad Blade looked at Yang Fei and the people of Li Wang Town, feeling exceedingly familiar.
A few bold young girls, blushing, even brought small gifts for Yang Fei.
This guy couldn't help but widen his eyes and exclaim loudly.
"Damn it, people are getting too popular! Wherever you go, there's no shortage of girls liking you. How do you trick them into your hands?"
Yang Fei snorted, lifting his leg in a mock attempt to kick Mad Blade's rear.
Mad Blade hurriedly covered his backside, quickly walked a few steps ahead, distanced himself, and turned back to curse.
"Damn it, Chief Instructor, we're all civilized people, let's talk reasonably, don't resort to violence alright?"
Ever since Yang Fei broke through the True Martial Realm, Mad Blade had only faced abuse whenever he sparred with Yang Fei.
He viewed this guy who'd resort to Dragon Claw Hand at the slightest disagreement with great caution.
