Chapter 3691
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Fengjiu propped up her chin with one hand as she lazily watched the scene unfold outside. The middle-aged man's sword was truly fast and his swordsmanship was exquisite. She hadn't been able to see through his swordsmanship in the beginning, but after fighting with Du Fan until now, she had figured out how to break through his swordsmanship.
Her lips curled into a faint smile as she locked onto Du Fan with her divine sense. At the same time, she transmitted her voice into his ears.
Du Fan was being forced back step by step by the middle-aged man's sword, but at that moment, his master's voice rang out in his mind. His eyes flashed when he heard those words, and in the next moment, he switched from defense to offense. He took the initiative to attack, and instead of retreating step by step, he used swift and fierce moves to suppress his opponent, making it impossible for his opponent to use his sword.
Duan Yunhe, who was watching from the side, was secretly shocked when he saw his senior brother being suppressed in an instant. Moreover, the man called Du Fan's fan was a step faster than his senior brother's attack, and he couldn't help but look at the red-clothed woman who was sitting leisurely in the inn.
He knew that this couldn't go on, and seeing that the two men weren't stopping, he walked towards the inn and cupped his hands towards the red-clothed woman, saying, "Madam, we didn't mean to offend you. Could you please have your men stop?"
Fengjiu glanced at him and said leisurely, "Your senior brother was the one who wanted to teach my men a lesson. Why are you asking my men to stop? Could it be that they're just going to stand there and let you teach them a lesson? "
Hearing this, Duan Yunhe revealed a helpless expression and said, "Madam, although I don't know where you're from, it's not a wise decision for you to openly attack a member of the High Firmament Celestial Sect. It's fine if my senior brother is fine, but if he's injured, my sect won't just sit by and watch. If that happens, wouldn't it be troublesome? Therefore, I hope that madam will be magnanimous and stop here. "
Fengjiu lightly tapped the table as she listened. She watched as the middle-aged man was forced to retreat step by step. His robes had been cut a few times by Du Fan's fan, and although he wasn't bleeding, he was in a very sorry state.
Thinking about how they had just arrived here, it wasn't worth it to become enemies with a sect over such a small matter. When she saw Du Fan's fan attack with sharp wind blades, she calmly called out, "Du Fan."
It was this sound that caused Du Fan's attack to stop abruptly. No matter how much he wanted to teach him a lesson, once his master spoke, he would stop.
Withdrawing the power in his hand, the attack dissipated, and the fan returned to his hand with a whoosh. He glanced at the middle-aged man, who had a shocked expression on his face, and said with a smile, "It's only so-so." With that, he walked toward the inn.
His strength and cultivation weren't as high as theirs, but his swordsmanship was brilliant. If it weren't for his master's help, he wouldn't have been able to break through his opponent's swordsmanship. However, no matter how powerful his swordsmanship was, it wasn't as powerful as his master. His master only needed to look, and no matter how fast his sword was, it wouldn't be able to hide from her.
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and gripped the sword in his hand. How many years had it been? Ever since he became a Peak Master, he had never been in such a sorry state. Now, he was forced into such a sorry state by an unknown brat and was even mocked for being so-so!
How could he take this lying down?
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