When the smoke dissipated, they found themselves in a different place. It was a secluded valley, and a carriage was waiting in the forest.
The thin layer of smoke gradually dissipated, revealing a skinny old man in a yellow robe. He was extraordinarily skinny, like a skeleton holding up human skin. Above his protruding cheekbones was a pair of slightly brown snake-like eyes. When he looked at people, it looked like he was squinting at them. His gaze was evil, making them feel unspeakably uncomfortable.
"Women … women are so ugly that they can't even be looked at." He laughed wickedly as he looked her up and down.
Yan Jingchen forced a smile and lowered his head to carry her into the carriage. Before he could sit properly, the old man floated up and sat close to Yan Jingchen. He placed his hand on Yan Jingchen's thigh.
Yan Jingchen's body stiffened, and the old man in yellow sensed it immediately. He turned around and asked, "What? You despise Master the moment you have this woman? What did you say back then? If I knew you would be like this, I would have killed her. "
"Master, you must be joking." Yan Jingchen raised his head and smiled. "How could that be … I was just afraid that the coachman would see …" His voice trailed off as he moved closer to the old man.
The old man smiled in satisfaction and patted Yan Jingchen's hand, but did not let go. He grabbed it and rubbed it gently. "That's a good boy … Look at how much I dote on you. If you want this woman, even if I'm not happy, I'll do it for you. How are you going to repay me?"
This was the second time he had asked about repayment. Yan Jingchen did not dare not answer. He forced a smile and lowered his eyelashes. "Master, I owe you a new lease on life. Everything I have is yours …"
The old man in yellow laughed cruelly again, as if he was very satisfied with this answer. He intimately moved closer to Yan Jingchen's ear and whispered, "Tonight … Tonight … How pitiful …"
He caressed Yan Jingchen's face and smiled happily. "I don't like the smell of women. I'll go back first."
Yan Jingchen bowed. "Yes, please go ahead."
The yellow-robed elder's figure flashed and disappeared like a wisp of smoke. Yan Jingchen's tensed shoulders finally relaxed a little. He stared blankly in the direction where the yellow-robed elder had disappeared. Suddenly, he grabbed a handkerchief and wiped his face with all his might. He wiped so hard that the skin on his face was scraped open, and faint traces of blood could be seen.
Feeling the burning pain, Yan Jingchen, who had been wiping his face frantically, suddenly realized that he had hit his face too hard. He quickly put down his face towel and touched his face. After some thought, he took out a box of Muscle Revitalization powder and carefully applied it on his wounds.
He couldn't leave any traces behind. Otherwise, he would be discovered by that paranoid old man. He would then be bombarded with endless questions, and then …
His hand that was applying the ointment gradually stopped. His face gradually turned pale, and his breathing became rapid. Some scenes that he could not bear to recall and face came back to him. The paleness and the redness, the smell of decay, the endless tossing and turning, the days of struggling in the bright and beautiful day and the painful night.
The surging things seemed to have shaken his internal organs, causing waves of unbearable pain.
Yan Jingchen sat in a daze. The sunlight was shredded by the curtains of the carriage, and the mottled sunlight fell on his pale face, blurring his features. Finally, his hand slowly landed on Fuyao's sleeping face.
He caressed her raised eyebrows, her eyelashes, and her beautiful lips. He stroked them carefully and attentively, as if he wanted to use his fingers to deeply imprint this face that he had not seen for a long time into the depths of his heart.
Fuyao, when you were running around in the Seven Nations, when you were establishing yourself in the Limitless World, when you gradually stepped onto the stage of the Seven Nations and became famous under the heavens, have you ever thought that in order to catch up to your footsteps, in order to obtain you, he … gave up everything?
He abandoned himself and sacrificed himself to the devil, never to be redeemed in this life.
The carriage swayed slightly and the bamboo curtains rustled. That bright green color seemed to have some of the greenery of the forest. It was clean, a clean aura. Born in nature, enjoying the sun and rain, yet that kind of cleanliness and cleanliness, he would never be able to have again in this life.
Yan Jingchen smiled faintly.
The young sect master, the famous Thunderclap formula, had swept through the Upper Abyss, and his name had shaken the world.
Those glorious deeds and titles.
Who could see the abandonment and struggle behind it?
He laughed, an unbridled laugh, soundless and bordering on madness.
Amidst that broken smile, drops of tears gradually rolled down, dripping onto Fuyao's cheeks.
= = = =
Yan Jingchen did not stay in the clubhouse arranged by Tiansha for the martial artists participating in the True Martial Arts Meet. Instead, he stayed in Heng King Zhan Beiheng's residence. Zhan Beiheng was on good terms with the Mystic Essence Sword Sect, which had been handed over to the new sect master, Yan Jingchen, and changed its name to the Mystic Essence Sect. The Yan couple was in charge of it together. Zhan Beiheng had always been socializing with the aristocratic martial artists of the various nations, and people like the Yan couple were all his targets.
Yan Jingchen entered from the back door and entered a cellar. Before he went down, he asked the servant beside him, "Where is Madam?"
The servant answered, "Madam returned after the martial arts competition. She was invited by Princess Heng to admire the flowers. Old Master Sang instructed that you should see her when you return."
Yan Jingchen's fingers froze for a moment. After a long while, he grunted and went down to the cellar. The cellar was dimly lit, but the furnishings were exquisite. There were tables, chairs, and bed curtains. Yan Jingchen put Fuyao down, took her dagger, and threw it aside. He took out a black chain from his sleeve and chained her wrists to the bedpost. He looked at her longingly for a long time before he gritted his teeth and left in a hurry.
In the elegant room in the front yard, the candlelight flickered. The yellow-robed old man poured himself a cup of wine and drank a few mouthfuls. He glanced outside the window with an evil look in his eyes.
Yan Jingchen hurried over and saw the figure on the window. He paused for a moment, stamped his feet, opened the door, and entered.
The night was quiet, and the moon was in the middle of the sky. The wind blew through the forest slowly, stirring up the leaves and making them cry. It was like the moaning of the birds trapped in the night. The lotus leaves in the pond were half curled up. Occasionally, water droplets flowed down from the clean green cover and rolled into the center of the pond like pearls.
Behind the curtain, beads of sweat rolled down her jade-like skin. She suppressed her breathing and stretched out a skinny hand from between the messy bedsheets. The owner of the hand exhaled a foul and rotten odor that belonged to an old man.
It was not the first time he had endured such an odor. Today, however, it was as if the woman was just inches away from him. He felt even more desolate and humiliated. His disgust increased, and he could not help but move away slightly.
It was a very slight move, no more than the length of a fingernail.
The old man realized it and his finger stopped in mid-air. After a while, he said, "It seems that I have helped the wrong person."
"Master!" Yan Jingchen panicked. He wrapped himself in the blanket and leaned over. "It's not what you think. I … I'm just feeling a little unwell …"
"Is that so?" The old man looked at him indifferently. He reached out and pressed him down. "Since you're not feeling well, then rest." He put on his clothes and got up.
Yan Jingchen averted his gaze and did not look at the old man's clothes. He propped himself up and looked at the old man's back. After a while, he said, "It's late … where are you going?"
The old man turned around and smiled strangely. "I didn't have enough fun. I'm going to extinguish the fire."
Yan Jingchen's expression changed. He sat up abruptly and crawled over to the old man on the bed. He pulled on the old man's clothes. "Master … I'm fine now … you, you should …"
"What are you thinking about?" The yellow-clothed old man smiled amiably and personally pulled a blanket over him, saying, "Rest well, no one can tire themselves out, but not you. You are my treasured disciple, and in the True Martial Convention finals, even the disciples of Hidden Fog's Star Brilliance, Cloud Soul, and Moon Soul Sects are participating, so you have to work hard for me. In the past, this old man was defeated by Hidden Fog's Star Brilliance and fell to the bottom of the Top Ten Powerhouses. I haven't been able to swallow this anger for dozens of years, and now I'm counting on you to help me regain some face."
"I … will not let you down, Master." Yan Jingchen lowered his head and answered bitterly.
"That's right." Yan Sha laughed and turned to leave. Yan Jingchen looked at his back and froze on the bed. He slowly tightened his grip on the blanket.
= = =
Yan Sha sped towards the cellar. The guards at the entrance of the cellar did not dare to say anything. They lowered their heads and made way for him. Yan Sha entered the cellar and walked to the bedside. He looked at the unconscious Fuyao, and after a while, a strange smile appeared on his face.
He stared at her quietly, his eyes flickering with yellow light. His body was gradually surrounded by a faint gray mist that seemed to envelop him.
"Is this the kind of girl she is?" Yan Sha murmured. "She's just a little younger."
He laughed coldly. "Once I kill you, little bastard, I'll be at ease."
He stretched out his fingers. His fingernails were like claws. The edges were black, and the center was slightly yellow. Smoke curled around his fingertips as he reached for Fuyao's throat!
The room was cold. The smoke quickly dispersed, and a murderous aura filled the room.
"Hiss …"
His fingertips stopped a centimeter away from Meng Fuyao's throat. A suffocating silence filled the air. Yan Sha's skinny, skeleton-like face did not change. Without turning around, he slowly said, "You really followed me …"
His tone was unhurried and filled with an inexplicable sense of disappointment. Yan Jingchen's expression changed when he heard that. He fell to his knees and said, "Master, I'll bear all the blame. It has nothing to do with her."
"You're such a stubborn child." Yan Sha turned around and looked at him coldly. "Can't you see that she has no feelings for you? Are you worth it? "
"Master … she was hurt by me …" Yan Jingchen lowered his head. "I was the one who despised her and hurt her pride. She's a woman who hates when she doesn't love. It's only right for her to hate me. As long as I explain things to her, she … will forgive me."
Yan Sha looked at him and said after a while, "Foolish child, foolish child. If you knew this would happen, why did you do it?"
Yan Jingchen supported himself with his hands on the ground. His skinny back trembled slightly. "Yes, I regretted it then. I thought I could throw her away, but once I let go, I realized I was wrong."
"Jingchen, aren't you afraid that I'll be unhappy with you telling me this?" Yan Sha retracted his hand and stared at Yan Jingchen. "I thought you were just playing around. I didn't expect you to be so deeply in love … Jingchen, you're mine. How can I, Yan Sha's, be disloyal?"
"Master!" Yan Jingchen exclaimed, looking up.
Yan Sha stared at him, his snake eyes flashing coldly. "Jingchen, I'm not happy. I'm not happy."
Yan Jingchen trembled as he crawled over and hugged Yan Sha's leg. "Master … I was wrong … I beg you … I beg you …"
Yan Sha looked down at him, his eyes expressionless. After a while, he said in a low voice, "I still feel sorry for you, but there should be a limit. Otherwise, you'll be crossing the line." He laughed wickedly and pointed at Fuyao. "Don't you want her? I'll feel sorry for you one more time. Go f * ck her and then kill her! "
"Master!"
"This is my last concession. If you f * ck a woman, you'll have her. If you f * ck her, you'll have fulfilled your wish. From now on, you'll be loyal to me and won't have any other thoughts. If you're not willing, "Yan Sha sneered," I'll have no choice but to force myself to have a taste of a broken woman before sending her to hell. "
The room fell silent once again. The only sounds that could be heard were the high and low breathing of Yan Sha. The calm and soothing Meng Fuyao, who did not know that her fate had been decided in an instant, and the anxious Yan Jingchen, who was faced with a choice.
"My patience is limited. I'll give you half an hour to decide." Yan Sha flicked his sleeve and cut off half of the incense that had just been lit in the copper incense burner.
The atmosphere in the cellar was oppressive. The lingering smoke around Yan Sha made him look like a ghost. He sneered and stood with his hands behind his back. With every breath he exhaled, the light in the room shook a little.
There were three lines of smoke in the incense burner, and a tiny red light flickered in and out of the incense burner like the eyes of a ghost.
Yan Jingchen knelt on the floor, his fingers tightly gripping the green brick floor as he stared at the incense. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and dripped onto the floor.
As the incense burned out, Yan Sha's sneer became more intense.
Suddenly, Yan Jingchen gritted his teeth and got up from the floor, heading straight for Meng Fuyao.
Yan Sha revealed a satisfied smile. He took a step back and crossed his legs as he sat down, looking as if he was about to enjoy a live erotic scene.
Yan Jingchen stopped in front of the bed and slowly lowered his body. Even though the girl in front of him had disguised herself, he could still see the delicate features of her face. She was calm and serene, and her chest rose and fell slightly. She seemed to be having a beautiful dream.
Yan Jingchen looked at her deeply, as if he was looking at a feast that he had no chance to participate in, separated by a crystal barrier. Or perhaps it was a painting of the ancients that he yearned for.
Beautiful, dazzling, she made him yearn for her, but he could never get close to her.
He remained silent as he slowly caressed her face, neck, wrist …
Behind him, Yan Sha suddenly said coldly, "Are you going to touch her until dawn?"
Yan Jingchen's hand froze. He straightened his body and started to take off his clothes.
Yan Sha watched with a smile, admiring his beloved disciple's beautiful body that was slowly peeling off, admiring the strong lines.
Suddenly, his smile froze on his lips. "Be careful!" he shouted angrily.
He jumped up, and the smoke spread out from his fingertips.
"Boom!"
On the bed, Meng Fuyao, who had been sleeping peacefully, suddenly jumped up. She raised her head, and with a burst of anger, she swung her wrist that was locked on the bedpost.
The bedpost and half of the headboard were pulled up by a huge force, and with a violent whistling sound, she swung it out.
"Bang!"
"Hiss!"
The moment she swung the bedpost, Yan Sha's finger arrived as well. The two forces collided, and with another loud bang, the bedpost, which was as thick as a person's waist, was smashed into pieces. Wood chips and dust flew up to the height of a person, rustling in the dust and falling onto their faces.
Yan Jingchen, who was taking off his clothes in front of the bed, was at the point where the two forces collided. One wanted to kill, and the other wanted to save. Caught off guard, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell backward.
Meng Fuyao jumped up, the chain still tied to her wrist. Without a word, she swung it, and with a flash of silver light, it was aimed at the top of Yan Jingchen's head.
Yan Sha, on the other hand, was already close. With a claw, he grabbed the unconscious Yan Jingchen and threw him backward. With a flutter of his body, he was already in front of Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao stood on the bed, swinging the chain in her hand. "Damn it, a pair of disgusting men!" she said coldly.
Yan Sha's deep snake eyes stared at her, and a green light flickered in his eyes. "You're tired of living," he said in an even colder voice.
Meng Fuyao got off the bed and grabbed her dagger, weighing it in her palm. "Yan Sha, right? What a waste of such a poetic name. You should be called Castrated. "
"You've got guts, kid," Yan Sha said, still laughing cruelly. "I'll leave your corpse in one piece."
"Wretched old dog," Meng Fuyao laughed. "I'll dismember your corpse."
Both of them were laughing, and as they laughed, they suddenly bumped into each other!
A wisp of smoke, and a gust of wind!
Yan Sha's figure was like a yellowish ribbon of smoke, fluttering in the dimly lit cellar. It seemed soft and unmoving, but wherever the ribbon of smoke passed, the tables and chairs were silently split, the curtains were scattered into pieces, and even the plaster on the walls was peeling off. One could imagine what kind of damage that could cause if that ribbon of smoke were to get close to a person.
Yan Sha, on the other hand, did not even need to move his arms. All he needed to do was breathe, and he could control the smoke as if it was his own arm. His nimbleness had increased by another level.
Meng Fuyao's body was like a gust of wind. What else could blow away the thick smoke with such a ferocious and hidden gust of wind? It was the wind!
She rushed over as if she wanted to throw herself into the smoke. The gust of wind not only blew away the plaster, but even the tables and chairs were flipped over. Due to her fast speed, her boots rubbed against the ground, producing a long squeak. Before the squeak died away, she was already in front of Yan Sha, who was hiding behind the smoke.
Her knife flashed, black and bright, like a bolt of lightning from the Nine Heavens, aiming straight for Yan Sha's chest.
"Eh?" Yan Sha exclaimed. "You're Da Feng's …" Before he could finish his sentence, Meng Fuyao's dagger trembled, and a silver light flashed. The whole room was suddenly lit up, as if a new moon had been born, full of gentle moonlight.
Yan Sha's eyes widened. "You're Yue's —"
After being shocked twice, he immediately realized that Meng Fuyao's dagger was faster than he had imagined. In an instant, it was already in front of him. He quickly dodged to the side, only to hear a tearing sound. A long tear appeared on the front of his shirt. Then, he heard Meng Fuyao's laughter. She did not stop, but turned around and retreated at lightning speed. She rushed to Yan Jingchen's side and swung the chain in her hand.
Yan Sha had yet to recover from the shock. He did not understand why Meng Fuyao would suddenly think of killing Yan Jingchen in the middle of a battle. He subconsciously rushed over, but Meng Fuyao's move was completely a feint. She had predicted that his precious disciple would definitely come to his rescue. The chain flew out of her hand, and while the silver light was still in front of Yan Jingchen, she had already rushed to the entrance of the cellar.
'Why should I fight with a pervert like Yan Sha? I should escape first.'
When she had rushed to Yan Jingchen's side, she had sprinkled some insignificant powder on him. It was a type of pollen that Lord Yuan Bao had recently become addicted to. He had recently become obsessed with aromatherapy, so he often smoked himself until he smelled good. She had even left some in Meng Fuyao's sleeve. At that moment, Meng Fuyao did not have the time to take out the rest of the poison. She had already torn her sleeve in mid-air, and the powder was scattered all over Yan Jingchen's body.
Yan Sha rushed over and saw the powder. His expression changed, and he hurriedly took Yan Jingchen's pulse. Meng Fuyao took the opportunity to rush out of the cellar. She kicked the Mystic Yuan Sect disciples guarding the entrance, and dashed out.
As she rushed out, she bumped into someone.
Her nose was filled with the rich and noble fragrance of peonies, and her forehead was rubbed with the smooth and exquisite Bright Light Soft Satin.
It was true that people met everywhere in life.
Meng Fuyao was still buried in someone's fragrant embrace. She did not even have time to lift her head. Without saying a word, she swung her sword.
The black light flashed and disappeared.
"Chi!"
Blood splattered like ribbons and flew out in the night.
Pei Yuan held on to his ribs and staggered backward, his red robe stained with blood.
Meng Fuyao shook her head in pity. 'Damn, Pei Yuan has indeed improved. Even in such a situation, he could still twist his body to avoid being hit. What a waste of my sudden attack.'
She did not stop. Instead, she stepped on Pei Yuan's head, crossed the backyard, and leaped over the wall.
Her series of sudden attacks, injuring people, Smoke Kill, sneak attacking Yan Jingchen, finding a gap to escape from the cellar, colliding with Pei Yuan, and then escaping. It was so fast that it seemed to have happened at the same time. In the blink of an eye, she was already out of Prince Heng's residence.
Outside of Prince Heng's residence, after passing through a few deep alleys, there was a lively gathering place. Meng Fuyao's figure was as fast as a stream of light.
The alleys were dark and narrow. Meng Fuyao's clothes rustled in the wind as she continuously broke through the darkness and fog of the night.
The bustling Central Street was right in front of her. As long as she rushed there, no matter how perverted Yan Sha was, he would not be able to kill people on the streets.
The fog in front of her suddenly seemed to have thickened.
Rather than calling it fog, it was more like smoke. It was thick, winding, and light yellow smoke.
Meng Fuyao stopped abruptly. She turned around and wanted to change direction, but the direction she was headed in was still the same smoke.
Smoke Kill had still caught up.
Meng Fuyao had suffered at his hands before, so she knew that his skills were strange. He probably had the ability to silently lock a person's meridians. Thus, she did not dare to stay still like she did when she was talking to Yan Jingchen. Instead, she kept weaving in and out of the fog, circulating the true Qi in her body in an attempt to find a breakthrough point in the omnipresent fog.
Smoke Kill's voice could be heard from behind the layers of smoke. It was hard to tell whether it was near or far.
"Girl, you're really something." His voice drifted like water waves, making it impossible for Meng Fuyao to determine his location. "You actually have the Tempest and Moon's true Qi in your body. You even have some top-notch skills that I can't see through … Who is your master?"
"Why should I tell you?" Meng Fuyao laughed. "I'm not your mother. I don't have the obligation to answer your questions."
The smoke suddenly dissipated, as if a person was breathing heavily. Meng Fuyao's eyes flashed, and she immediately rushed over.
She had long known that Smoke Kill's smoke was controlled by breathing, so provoking him was the only way to find out his weakness. Thus, she had been as vicious as she could. After all, the old man had no intention of letting her live.
While she was in mid-air, her dagger had already reached the gap in the smoke. She stabbed it hard!
"You're so cunning!" The smoke dissipated, revealing Smoke Kill's figure. The old man flicked his sleeves, and a wave of energy rolled over, forcing Meng Fuyao to slide back three feet.
She slid away completely, as if she was riding on the moonlight and the wind. She retreated in a straight line, as if she did not see the wall behind her. With a loud crash, a hole was formed in the wall, and Meng Fuyao's figure immediately disappeared into the hole.
Behind the hole, the lights flickered, and the beaded curtains hung down. Within the red silk tent, hibiscus warmed the spring. Digging a hole in the middle of the night startled the mandarin ducks.
Of course, it was the wild mandarin ducks.
Meng Fuyao turned around and saw naked men and women scrambling out of their beds, screaming in fear. Her eyes roamed over certain important parts, and then quickly scanned the furnishings around her. She quickly confirmed that she was in a brothel. She could not help but grin. "Sorry, continue." She reached into her bosom and took out a pill. "You didn't faint from fright, did you? Here's a Divine Dragon Aphrodisiac Pill to express my condolences. "
She then raised her head, smiled at Smoke Kill, and retreated with a swoosh.
This was the effect Meng Fuyao wanted.
After dealing with the Ten Strongest a few times, she gradually understood the essence of their martial arts. They were all able to grasp the rules of nature, and fuse the power of nature with their own essential Qi to form their own unique True Force of Nature. Because of this, they would be able to display greater strength in the most suitable environment for themselves. For example, Smoke Kill's martial arts would be at its strongest when the mountain mist rose before dusk. Smoke lingered in the air, and his martial arts were at their strongest. She did not even realize it during the day, and had already fallen into his trap.
In other words, Smoke Kill's martial arts would definitely be limited in an environment that was far away from nature.
Of course, a brothel was even better. Haha, what a pleasant surprise.
Meng Fuyao smiled proudly. Banging, banging, banging, banging, banging. She lured Smoke Kill, who was following her like a maggot attached to a bone, into the downtown area. Smoke Kill was truly enraged. He lifted his sleeves and chased after her relentlessly. He was determined to kill this reckless woman with his palm. He vaguely sensed that a few black shadows had appeared behind him, but he did not care about their martial arts. No matter what, he had to kill this crazy woman first!
At that moment, it was still early in the night. Shadows of flowers and flowers flowed like a tide, and the brightly lit downtown area was flooded with people. Among them, there was no lack of Jianghu guests who had just participated in the True Martial Arts Meet. They stared at Meng Fuyao, who was running like lightning, and were shocked by her astonishing speed and strength. Then, they looked at the old man in yellow who was chasing her relentlessly. Some of the more knowledgeable Jianghu people immediately cried out in alarm. "Smoke Kill!"
The crowd was shocked. The Ten Strongest in the Five Continents had long been regarded as god-like existences. Not to mention ordinary martial artists, even the reputable sects in the martial arts world would not be able to see these deified characters. Now, one of the Ten Strongest, Smoke Kill, had suddenly appeared in a brothel in the downtown area of Tian Sha, chasing an inconspicuous young man in public. From the looks of it, he had wanted to kill him but failed?
The crowd rested their chins on their hands and tilted their heads. They watched Meng Fuyao's figure roll like a black whirlwind, and Smoke Kill's gray smoke lingering in the air like a condensed smoke line. It was impossible, but it happened to happen in the downtown area of the city. Everyone was stunned.
Suddenly, Meng Fuyao turned around.
She retreated quickly, but turned around even faster. In an instant, she suddenly stopped that ferocious momentum. Unaffected by inertia, she twisted her body and punched out with both of her fists!
Punch! A strong wind rolled up, and the air was like a landslide!
With a loud bang, the wind from the punch arrived before the person. The wind from the punch rose, and the colorful lights in the hall stood up in an instant, forcibly stirred up by the fierce wind from the punch. The calligraphy and paintings on the wall shrunk silently, and the painting of a beautiful woman immediately turned into a painting of an old woman. A brave customer hiding far away wanted to see the fight clearly. He held the cup of tea in his hand in a daze and forgot to drink it. Suddenly, his face heated up, and the tea in the cup spilled out silently, splashing all over his face.
Meng Fuyao's punch had already reached Smoke Kill's heart!
Smoke Kill sneered and stretched out his skinny hand. In it was an extremely elegant fan. He raised it horizontally to block, and smoke rose up. Meng Fuyao's punch was only a few millimeters away from entering.
Smoke Kill's lips curled into a smile. He was about to say something along the lines of, "You didn't waste your life if you could force me to use my weapon." Suddenly, Meng Fuyao raised her head and smiled.
Smoke Kill was startled. His instincts told him that this girl was not a good person. When she smiled, nothing good would come out of it. Subconsciously, he waved his fan, but Meng Fuyao's fist, which was pressed against the fan, suddenly shot out a jet-black blade!
The blade was jet-black, but the light from it was as bright as snow. It was like moonlight, rushing from the sea and descending from the firmament. In an instant, it was misty and radiant, illuminating everything within a few feet radius!
The fist was originally close to Smoke Kill's chest, but the light from the blade immediately pierced through the fan and silently stabbed into his chest!
Smoke Kill retreated hastily, but suddenly, a low shout came from behind him. "Gather!" Then, a strong force surged over, like an iron wall, and blocked his retreat.
Smoke Kill's eyes swept over. He saw that the men in black behind him had suddenly formed a line. One of them placed his palm on the back of another, while the one in front had a palm as hard as steel. He slapped Smoke Kill's back, desperately pushing him toward Meng Fuyao's dagger.
Smoke Kill was furious. He had been a hero for a long time, but now he was being forced to this point by a few juniors. He simply stopped retreating, kept his fan, and waved it horizontally.
The light from the smoke was like a raging wave beating against the shore. Layers upon layers of waves, carrying with it an endless amount of anger, instantly swept toward Meng Fuyao.
The moonlight was like a silver needle, concentrated and concentrated, piercing through the vast but thin smoke in a straight line.
When the smoke met the moonlight …
Blood splattered!
There was a clear distinction between the pale grey smoke and the pale white moonlight. In an instant, they collided. Then, between the two colors, two bright red flowers of blood silently bloomed. Under the brilliant lights on all four sides, the color was bright and strange.
The two figures tumbled away from each other.
Blood spurted out of Smoke Kill's chest. Although Meng Fuyao's sword was fierce, it had still injured his heart meridian.
Meng Fuyao supported herself with her dagger on the ground, panting like a dying dog. With every breath she took, she spat out a bit of blood. 'F * ck, that old pervert's angry attack is indeed not to be trifled with.
She squatted there, and the surrounding onlookers rushed forward to take a closer look at this young expert who was actually on par with the Top Ten. Suddenly, two people rushed over. One of them did not say anything, but slashed his sword horizontally. The sword's aura was so cold that it penetrated people's bodies, causing them to retreat in fear. The other person calmly walked over with his hands behind his back. He did not seem to be walking very fast, but anyone who got within three feet of him would feel suffocated and uncomfortable, forcing them to retreat as well.
The crowd cooperated and dispersed. Two pairs of hands helped Meng Fuyao up at the same time. One of them said, "You … sigh!" The other said, "I haven't seen you for half a day, and it turns out you have a new hobby. You like to fight in the brothel."
Meng Fuyao raised her head and looked at Yun Hen, who seemed to be in a hurry, and Zong Yue, who had dust on his clothes. She chuckled. Her mouth, which was as big as a gourd, was really ugly. Yun Hen's eyes flashed as he drew his sword and pointed it at Yan Sha.
Yan Sha clutched his chest and glared at Meng Fuyao with hatred. Suddenly, he waved his sleeve, and a thick and slightly smelly gray smoke rose up. The crowd quickly retreated. When the smoke dissipated, Yan Sha was nowhere to be seen, leaving only a pool of fresh blood on the ground.
The crowd surged forward again. Zong Yue hurriedly helped Meng Fuyao up and left. It was rare that he did not despise her dirty appearance, which was covered in dust, sweat, and blood. Meng Fuyao shamelessly took the opportunity to rub the dust on her body on Zong Yue. Zong Yue was obviously enduring it, but he suddenly stopped.
Meng Fuyao thought that he was finally going to explode. She subconsciously dodged, but she saw that Zong Yue's gaze was fixed on a young man under the opposite roof.
The moon was bright and beautiful, casting a faint shadow under the eaves. In the shadow, the youth's countenance flickered, but one could vaguely see that he was elegant and graceful. He seemed to be slightly short, but his figure was well-proportioned. Instead of looking at Meng Fuyao, who had caused a sensation that day, he only stared at Zong Yue, his eyes sparkling and his expression complicated.
He said, "It's been a long time since we last met, Teacher. How have you been?"
Zong Yue immediately regained his clean and distant demeanor. "Thanks to Young Master Yun, I've been very good." He turned around and roughly picked up Meng Fuyao. "What are you dawdling for? Go back and heal your wounds!"
Meng Fuyao was wronged … Please, you're the one dawdling, and you're the one who stopped to greet others. You're the one who's complaining first. How shameless.
Eh, Young Master Yun? Young Master Xuanyuan Yun? Wasn't he the first person to pass the second round of the finals? The one who was said to be Moon's disciple? What was his relationship with Zong Yue?
Feeling that the young man was still standing in the same spot, silently watching them leave, she curiously struggled out of Zong Yue's arms. Suddenly, she saw a flash of light in his eyes under the moonlight.
Meng Fuyao was stunned.
It was the glow of tears.
= = = =
Yan Sha, one of the Top Ten, had fought to a draw with someone in the downtown area of Tiansha, and had even been forced to flee!
This was the most shocking news during the True Martial Arts Conference, spreading like the wind in Pandu. The participants of the True Martial Arts Conference were all trying to find the mysterious young man in black that night. However, it had been a chaotic night, and the fight had only lasted for a split second. Both parties had moved so quickly that no one had seen Meng Fuyao's face clearly. Everyone had lined up the outstanding figures of the True Martial Arts Conference, including Yan Jingchen, but no one had expected it to be Meng Fuyao.
At that moment, the young expert who had caused a sensation in Pandu was lying on the bed like a dead dog, having been treated by Mongolian physician Zong Yue. It was obviously an internal injury, but the Mongolian physician had found a wound that was not much thicker than a strand of hair. In a serious tone, he said, "This wound needs to be taken care of. Apply the medicine orally and externally, and massage to speed up the medicine's effects." Thus, Lord Ingot volunteered to "massage" Meng Fuyao with his paw, which was covered in syrup and juice. Meng Fuyao slapped him away and shouted, "Zong Yue, you're in a bad mood. Don't take it out on me."
Before she could finish, Zong Yue immediately put down the bowl of medicine and walked out with his back straight. Meng Fuyao and Lord Ingot were squatting on the bed, their paws in their mouths, watching him leave in a daze. After a while, Meng Fuyao poked Lord Ingot. "Hey, Rat, is Zong Yue on his period?"
Lord Ingot, who was experienced in menstruation, shook his head in disapproval. Personally, he felt that it was more than just menstruation. Most likely, it was the aunts.
Zong Yue went out and Yun Hen came in. He had been waiting at the door the whole time and had seen Zong Yue's abnormality. However, he was not as curious as Meng Fuyao, so he only picked up the bowl of medicine and said, "It'll get cold if you don't drink it."
Meng Fuyao was depressed and had no choice but to drink it. Yun Hen looked at her without blinking and said, "You disappeared after the competition in the afternoon, making it hard for us to find you. We went to Yan Jingchen's place first and almost got into a fight with the guards of Prince Heng's residence. Who knew you would rush out again … What exactly happened?"
Meng Fuyao smiled and briefly explained what had happened. She had been restrained by Yan Jingchen's inner force, but she had not completely lost her mind. After Yan Jingchen had locked her in the cellar, she had gradually regained consciousness. It was probably because of the moon in the middle of the sky. Suddenly, she felt a bright light in her body, surging like a tide and breaking through the trapped meridians one by one. When Yan Jingchen had come in to kill her, she had almost recovered, but Yan Jingchen had blocked her for a while.
Yun Hen listened quietly and sighed. "Now that you're injured, what are you going to do about the third round?" Suddenly, he reached out to feel her pulse.
Meng Fuyao immediately retracted her hand and stared at him warily. "What?"
Looking at Yun Hen's silent expression, she suddenly realized something. "You want to transfer your power to me and get through the third round? Are you crazy? How are you going to protect yourself if you meet an expert? "
Yun Hen said casually, "I'll just withdraw."
"If you withdraw, how are you going to live after returning to Taiyuan?" Meng Fuyao stared at him and thought of Yun Hen's scheming foster father. If Yun Hen withdrew from the True Martial Arts Meet halfway, how would he be treated?
She sighed softly and patted Yun Hen. "It's okay, don't worry," she said with a smile. "Who knows, I might meet Yan Jingchen. That's good, since he's also injured."
She fell silent and thought of the cellar. She closed her eyes and felt Yan Jingchen's hand gently caressing her face and neck. Just as she was about to explode, she suddenly felt his hands on her wrists. Then, his fingers exerted force and loosened the buckle of the chain.
What … was he trying to do?
Why didn't he … take off her clothes first?
And, was he really trying to improve his martial arts and that disgusting old man …
Meng Fuyao sighed softly and covered her eyes with her hand. She did not want to think about these questions anymore. No matter what he was trying to do, no matter whether he intended to let her go, no matter how much he compromised and sacrificed, the fact that he had asked Yan Sha to rob her was unforgivable.
Love was about helping, not taking. Unfortunately, some people would never understand.
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