Chapter 1307 Kill Him

Qingxuan didn't want to run, but his legs just wouldn't obey him.

When he saw Song Chunxue again, he could clearly sense that she had become stronger.

That aura, more composed, colder, and more powerful than before, made him hesitate to approach.

He was careless; his impression of her was still based on what he had seen a year and a half ago.

He regretted it as soon as he ran away.

Because there's only one outcome: they'll be beaten even harder.

Therefore, when his ankles were tied up and he was being dragged backward, he cried out urgently, "Sir Xie, save me!"

Xie Zhengyuan chimed in, "There's nothing I can do to help."

Song Chunxue snorted coldly. If he dared to say he would show mercy, she would definitely beat both of them up.

She originally intended to take Qingxuan to a spacious place and then take a taxi by herself.

But to my surprise, that group of people still followed us.

With his hands bound, Qingxuan floated in the air and couldn't help but smile bitterly at the sight around him.

"Fine, it seems that everyone expects me to be beaten up. No matter where you take me, they will come to watch. There are advantages and disadvantages, at least I won't be beaten to death."

Song Chunxue raised her hand and cast a silencing spell, "Who told you to speak?"

No, if I make him shut his mouth, he won't be able to make a sound later, so wouldn't I feel no sense of accomplishment?

She lifted the silencing spell again. "Do you have any complaints about the beating I gave you today?"

"I hope your cultivation has improved a lot these days." With that, she threw out eight chess pieces, trapping the person in the chess cage.

Qingxuan, who hadn't been particularly afraid at first, panicked when he saw the box made of black and white chess pieces that he couldn't escape from.

He pounded on the unseen wall, shouting, "What are you doing, murdering someone?"

Song Chunxue smiled and said, "It's a nice name. I like it. But don't worry, I won't take your life. Otherwise, if Lord Xie remembers it in the future, he might blame me."

Qingxuan stopped obediently taking the beating and took out his own weapon, throwing an oil-paper umbrella at them.

Song Chunxue leaped onto the umbrella, a faint smile in her eyes, quite satisfied with his reaction.

"Very well, you'd better show us all your best skills!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand, clenched her fingers, and then threw the eight chess pieces into a large rock that hurtled towards Qingxuan.

Qingxuan quickly retracted his flower umbrella and took the attack seriously.

Lord Zhao looked at Daoist Han and said, "Her chess set is quite good. I'll borrow it to play with later."

"It depends on whether she can bear to part with him," Master Han said, his eyes fixed on the two fighting. "Qingxuan's strength is above Song Chunxue's. If it weren't for Wuyou, she wouldn't stand a chance."

"Yes, although Junior Brother has made rapid progress, Qingxuan is still a virgin's skill. She started cultivating when she was a teenager. Just the little life-saving techniques she has accumulated over the years can frustrate Junior Brother." Lord Zhao was fiddling with two walnuts. "This time, we must teach her more things."

“But she’s very interested in Mengzhongjun’s things and has a lot of talent for them. I’m worried she’ll suffer.” Master Han nodded to Huoxiang and gestured for him to come over.

Is he trustworthy?

"It's credible at the moment." Master Han moved his lips.

Soon, the fragrance of patchouli drifted down from the treetop. "Master Han, you were looking for me?"

"There's something I'd like to ask you on behalf of my junior."

Huo Xiang smiled, "It's not so much about seeking advice, it's for Song Chunxue, right? Don't worry, she and I are old friends, I definitely won't miss out on such a promising talent. Don't be fooled by Meng Zhongjun's initial desire to kill her, now he's even more interested in taking her as a disciple."

Master Han raised an eyebrow. "He wants to steal my senior brother's disciple?"

"I wouldn't dare, he's not fortunate enough."

They chatted and laughed, while the younger generation cheered Song Chunxue on, almost crushing the radishes in their hands.

Tu Dan'er returned with a basket of vegetables, first taking them to the kitchen for the cook to wash, and then ran over to watch the commotion.

"It's been a while since we last met. Where did you get such a powerful thing, Uncle?" Tu Dan'er looked at Zhang Chengxuan and asked in a low voice, "Do you think my Uncle might anger Qingxuan and be suppressed by him instead?"

"Don't worry, with us here, he wouldn't dare." Zhang Chengxuan put his hands behind his back, looking relaxed and at ease. "However, I think it's very possible that your master could fight him to a draw, and even if they fought with all their might, they would both be seriously injured."

Tu Dan'er watched as Song Chunxue gripped the Worry-Free Sword tightly and cut off a strand of Qingxuan's affection. Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, then took out his own longsword and gritted his teeth as he pressed forward step by step.

It made his whole body tense up.

"Master, kill him!"

"Left side, Master, watch out for his long rope! He almost tied it around your waist!"

Qi Yun propped his elbow on his arm, stroked his chin with one hand, and stared at the two fighting men with an inscrutable expression.

"Bang!"

"Whoosh!"

Song Chunxue gritted her teeth and fiercely whipped Qingxuan with the peach branch.

If she had some tactics at the beginning, now seeing Qingxuan's impenetrable defense and occasional attacks, she just wanted to slap him hard!

"Oh! Master is angry. Did you see that? She even dressed up specially like this to go and whip Qingxuan. I think Qingxuan should be happy..."

Before Changyun could finish speaking, Changfeng covered his mouth, gesturing to him that there were other people present and he shouldn't talk nonsense.

Changyun pursed his lips and silently lowered his head.

In half an hour, the two of them went from initially testing each other and chasing each other to later fighting to the point where neither would give an inch, both getting bruised and battered as they desperately tried to win.