On a boat by the lake.
"Uncle, come and play~"
"My dear, you have a good alcohol tolerance."
The sounds of soliciting customers and unbearable noises came one after another. The heavily made-up old madam was sitting at the table, greedily counting gold and silver items.
"You make so much money driving a pleasure boat, maybe you have forgotten your identity?"
Suddenly, a woman's voice came from behind her and she quickly stood up.
When I turned around, I saw a beautiful and charming figure lying on the bed.
"Saint."
"You...are you injured?"
"Um?"
Yin Mianmian narrowed his eyes.
In an instant, the gold, silver and treasures on the table disappeared.
The madam's pupils shrank slightly. With her inner vision, she couldn't even tell how the gold and silver were taken away.
If he could take her money quietly, he could easily take her life.
"Have those bastards arrived?"
"The ones who came are the Straw-cloth Man, Twin Lotus, and Blood Gourd Master."
The madam arrived obediently.
Yin Mianmian was silent for a moment: "Let them come to see me tomorrow."
"yes."
After the madam left.
Yin Mianmian slowly stood up and wiped his hand on the table.
The silver reappeared, looking extremely abrupt.
She grabbed a handful of golden beads and let them roll down.
"Divine power...huh?"
As the Saintess of Xiyu Tower, she ranks sixth on the Hidden Dragon List.
Even those who ranked ahead of her might not dare to say that they could definitely beat her in the same realm.
She had never suffered a loss in her life when fighting with people of the same level.
But today...
What if Ying Bing is observing the three divine orifices?
Thinking of the divine will that was chilling to the bone, it was like the sword intent of heavenly punishment.
She could only recall the part of divine will that remained in Hengyun Sword City. This deal was completely over.
And that young man.
"Northwest Hammer King, I didn't expect that we would meet in this way."
The candlelight danced in Yin Mianmian's pupils, as if smiling:
"If you betray Xiyu Tower, you will be punished by heaven and earth..."
........
The prosperous Yunzhou City under the night sky.
After the battle just now, Meihuaxuan has become a ruin.
"What just happened?"
"It seems that there is a killer from Xiyu Tower hiding in Meihuaxuan."
"I just saw Young Master Li take action. He killed eight assassins from Xiyu Tower with just one sword."
"Eight? Eighty! I was there just now!"
.....
The entire street has been put under martial law by the law enforcement disciples of Hengyun Sword City. The onlookers cannot enter and can only gather in three layers to discuss the matter.
When Elder Zeng arrived.
The discussion about classmate Xiao Li also increased from one person killing eight assassins from Xiyu Tower with one sword to eight hundred.
"Eight hundred?"
Elder Zeng paused slightly.
Not to mention eight hundred.
The eighty assassins from Xiyu Tower who were at the Guanshen realm were able to ambush and kill people in the inner court as if it were a piece of cake.
Wu Chushu was silent for a moment and said:
"It's still 800 now, but it will probably become 80,000 in a few days."
"In the future, when you are trying to build momentum for your disciples, you don't have to exaggerate so much."
"No, I was saying that I killed six bandits."
“.....”
The master and disciple walked through the ruins and saw the current scene inside Meihuaxuan.
Zhong Zhenyue sat there, seemingly doubting his life.
"I'm glad the young marquis is okay."
Elder Zeng breathed a sigh of relief and asked again:
"What happened here?"
Zhong Zhenyue came back to his senses, smiled bitterly and sighed, then told everything that had just happened.
Elder Zeng’s frown deepened.
The Saint Maiden of Xiyu Tower actually came to Yunzhou City and got close to Zhong Zhenyue?
"As long as you are okay, young marquis."
"That evil woman is very good at manipulating people's hearts. If you can break free from her control, you are already a hero among people with a strong will. There are not many geniuses who can escape from her hands."
"It's not that I'm determined."
"Oh?" Elder Zeng was puzzled.
Zhong Zhenyue's eyes were complicated, and he recalled the scene just now:
"It was Li Mo's hammer..."
He hasn't finished speaking yet.
“Ahem!”
A cough was heard, and Li Mo walked out of the door with a kind smile on his face:
"One hammer for what?"
"Um...Brother Li is an excellent swordsman, so he can make the final decision! Cut off my distracting thoughts!"
Zhong Zhenyue's eyes quickly became clear.
Seeing this, Elder Zeng couldn't help but feel strange.
I heard that Young Marquis Zhong is brave and good at fighting, and is as brave as his father, Prince Zhennan.
Today in the ring, his spear was as strong as a dragon and he was undefeated.
Why do you look so sincere at that kid Li?
Besides.
The Saintess of Xiyu Tower is called Tianmo and ranks sixth on the Hidden Dragon List.
Could Li Mo have the final say?
Sensing the doubt in Elder Zeng's eyes, Li Mo smiled and said:
"In fact, the person who defeated the Saint of Xiyu Tower was not me, but Ying Bing."
“It’s her…”
Elder Zeng narrowed his eyes and glanced at an area not far away, where there were still traces of the battle between the gods.
For exterior scenes, these traces can almost restore everything.
He couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
This little girl is much stronger than what she showed in the ring!
I really don’t know what kind of shocking martial arts she will comprehend by observing the sword marks.
Regaining his composure, he asked about the details of today's events.
........
The night gradually deepened.
In the courtyard.
Early autumn gives the moon a slightly cooler hue.
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