Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 198 A promise, a fight to the death in Zhaoyu
In the twenty-fourth year of Taizu’s reign, at the end of December, the New Year was coming to an end.

There were still ten years before Emperor Taizu Gao's death.

There were still ten years before the Jingnan Campaign that swept across the entire Dali.

In this year, neither Luo Chaoyan, Su Qingqi, Zhao Wumian, Shen Xiangge, nor even Xiao Yuanmu were born yet.

That night, a full moon was covered by thick dark clouds. The boundless white snow whistled down, almost submerging the small border town, but it could not drown the story happening in the town.

rustle----

The sound of horse hooves stepping on the snow brought a few slight sounds. A woman wearing a straw raincoat and holding an oil-paper umbrella, leading a horse, slowly walked into the town.

The lights in the town were just coming on, and the bright yellow lights cast circles of hazy and confused yellow light in the heavy snow.

The pubs and tea stalls on the street were bustling with people. Idle men gathered around a stove, rubbing their red hands, taking a sip of strong liquor from time to time, and talking about interesting stories while laughing.

"Do you know Wu Yue Li Jingnan? Last month, in Wushan, Shu, Li Jingnan saw a boy practicing swordsmanship silently, so he taught him a few moves. As a result, the boy pointed the sword at him and agreed to fight again in eight years. The boy is not very old, but this move is a bit like the martial arts world."

"Come on, do you really think Jianghu is a good place? Only some young men would be fond of it. If you ask him what Jianghu is, he can tell you all kinds of famous sayings of heroes, such as Jianghu affairs, Jianghu, turning a page in a book about troubled times, and Jianghu raining for decades.
But when you ask him where he has been and how good his martial arts are, what will he say? Hey, the farthest place he has been to is the Red Flower Garden in the next town, and the martial arts he is most proficient in is the Taizu Changquan. "

"Oh? You seem to be very insightful, may I ask what your nickname is?"

"I don't have any nickname, I'm just a small fry in the underworld, Shangguan Mingyue..."

The woman stood in front of the tavern with her horse and listened for a while, then shook her head silently and prepared to leave. However, after taking a few steps, she paused and tilted her head to look towards the alley beside the tavern.

In the alley, there was a ragged man who looked like a beggar curled up. The heavy snow had almost become his bedding, burying him. At first glance, one would think he was a dead person. Only when he shivered occasionally from the cold did he seem to be somewhat alive.

As the founding emperor, Emperor Taizu Gao spent his time recuperating the country, restoring production, reducing taxes and burdens, and he can be considered a wise ruler. However, there will never be a shortage of miserable people in this world.

The woman glanced at the beggar, her expression unchanged, and she took out a few pancakes from her horse bag and placed them in front of the beggar.

The beggar's trembling body paused for a moment, and then he suddenly pounced on the pancake and gobbled it up. His movements were so large that the snow on his body fell off, allowing the woman to see his face.

A woman? Judging from her age, she was older than her, around thirty.

Her face is dirty and it’s hard to tell whether she is pretty or not.

How can I live like this with just hands and feet?
The woman looked at the beggar for a few seconds, and left without asking any questions.

She had her own things to do and had neither the time nor the energy to take care of the refugee beggars.

But a voice came from behind, "I have to repay the favor of a meal... If you have anything you want, you can tell me."

The voice is also very young and soft, with full of energy.

The woman turned around and looked at the beggar, her eyebrows raised frivolously, thinking that this was funny, "In your current situation, how can you help me?"

"I can help you with anything."

The woman found it even funnier, so she asked, "I have a terminal illness and can only live another ten years. Can you help me extend my life?"

The beggar held the pancake in his hands and remained silent. After a moment, he said, "I don't know medical knowledge, and I am a sworn enemy of Gui Xuan Gu. I'm afraid I can't find any doctor."

The woman found it even more amusing and asked again, "I'm looking for the four colored glaze jades. Do you have any clues?"

The beggar was silent again, and then said: "The four colored glaze jades are related to the nine bells, and they are hard to find in the world..."

The woman raised her hand to interrupt the beggar. "I know where the Crimson Jade is. The Green Jade Pendant is in the Western Regions. The Zhan Yan Hairpin is in Jiangnan. As for the last Glass Lamp, I really don't know, but I'm afraid you don't know either. What can you do to help me?"

The beggar remained silent.

The woman then asked, "Twenty-four years ago, the previous dynasty was destroyed and I lost contact with my youngest sister. I haven't seen her for twenty-four years. Can you help me find her?"

"There has been no news for 24 years. I guess he is dead."

The woman's head was full of black lines.

The beggar stood up, patted the snow off his body, and then bowed slightly to the woman, "I also have some connections. If you don't mind, you might as well tell me the characteristics of your youngest sister, and I can help you find her."

"You have some connections?" The woman looked the beggar up and down, obviously not believing him. She wondered if the beggar had gone insane, so she joked:
"I have a feud with the dog emperor. He almost massacred my entire Xiao family... If you really want to repay me, kill the dog emperor for me."

After she finished speaking, the woman shook her head again, thinking it was ridiculous.

The beggar was slightly stunned, and then fell silent again. But after this silence, she nodded, "Compared to the previous requests, assassinating the emperor seems less unpredictable, and there is still a chance of success."

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from outside the town, like thunder, and it was obvious that he was not alone.

The woman's face changed slightly, and she jumped on the horse. She took out a silver ingot from her bosom and threw it to the beggar, then rode away. Her voice could be heard in the wind and snow, "You are so healthy, how did you end up doing this? I will give you the capital, and today is the New Year, you will have a good meal! Live a good life!"

"Excuse me, may I ask your name, young lady?" the beggar asked the woman from a distance.

"I'm just a wanderer. If you really want to know..." The woman paused for a moment. In just a few seconds, she had already disappeared in the wind and snow on horseback. The next moment, her voice came from the snow, "There's a tavern next to it. You can call me for wine."

"Jiu'er..." The beggar was silent for a while, but he saw the sound of horse hooves outside the town getting closer and closer, and then thirteen people rode into the town, and sounds of fear came from the surrounding streets.

"Thirteen Yans from the Border!? Why would these thirteen horse bandits come here!?"

"How can our small temple accommodate these thirteen huge Buddhas?"

"If I pay the money honestly, they won't cut off my head, right..."

The beggar frowned slightly, and then he saw thirteen men in tiger-skin coats riding horses towards him, with ferocious looks.

When you get closer, you can smell the lingering smell of blood on the beggar.

The bearded man in the lead stopped in front of the man, pointed his whip at the beggar, and asked, "Have you ever seen a woman in a straw raincoat leading a horse? The Rong people are offering a high price to capture her alive..."

Pfft————

The bearded man's hand holding the horsewhip fell into the snow with a thud, and blood splattered everywhere.

The bearded man was slightly stunned. The pain had not yet reached his brain. Just as a look of surprise appeared in his eyes, his vision began to become reversed. Before the last bit of consciousness faded away, he could see the disheveled beggar using his hand as a knife and waving it casually, causing several heads of his brothers behind him to fly out.

After killing these thirteen people easily, the beggar stood in the snow covered in blood, looking in the direction where the woman left, his brows furrowed, "The Rong people want to capture her alive..."

This beggar, whose name is Song Yun, is a person who has achieved harmony between man and nature. She is dressed as a beggar and curled up in the snow. She is trying to attain enlightenment and to understand the world through this.

He is a casual cultivator, but his swordsmanship is godlike and his lightness skill is superb.

Naive, but proficient in all assassination methods in the world.

He is a well-known assassin in the martial arts world.

And in the border town that night, there was a little kid holding a rattle who witnessed it all... He was standing in the middle of the road and was almost trampled to death by the Thirteen Border Guards on horseback. Song Yun's action this time saved his life.

This little kid was unknown, but during the Jingzheng period, he joined the Huanzhen Pavilion, went far to the south of the Yangtze River, and became a bloody butcher who would do anything to gain martial arts... His nickname in the martial arts world was "Sorrow Filled the River".

Two months later, in Shu and Wushan, spring had arrived and the rain was continuous.

Song Yun was holding an umbrella, standing in front of a wooden house. Raindrops hit her umbrella, making a continuous "patter" sound. In the rain, the huge Wushan Mountain suddenly looked extremely colorful, with green everywhere.

In the open space in front of the wooden house, a teenager was swinging a sword in the rain. At the edge of the open space, there were rows of weapon racks, on which were placed all kinds of knives, such as horizontal swords, Miao swords, ring-handled swords, broad swords, etc.

Song Yun remained silent until the young man sheathed the knife. Then she whispered, "This knife is good... What do you want to name it?"

"The name is not important at all. Since we practiced swordplay in Wushan, it is naturally called Wushan Sword." The young swordsman wiped the raindrops off his face and threw the sword away, which happened to be stuck in the weapon rack. He came to the wooden house, wiped his face with a towel, and said:
"That woman's surname is Xiao, and she has a grudge against the emperor. The Rong people are also hunting her down... Her identity is obvious. She is the eldest princess of Chen. The youngest sister she has been looking for is also from the royal family of Chen. So your guess was correct. Her youngest sister must be dead."

Song Yun frowned slightly, "Why are the Rong people chasing her?"

"Who knows? Maybe she stole something from Wudamu?" The young swordsman chuckled.

Song Yun remained silent.

Seeing that Song Yun didn't say anything, the smile on the young swordsman's face gradually faded, and turned into a look of doubt, "You're not really going to assassinate the dog emperor, are you?"

"I'm honored by your promise. This is what I should do." Song Yun said calmly.

The young swordsman's expression changed, "Are you really crazy?"

Song Yun tilted his head to look at him, "You are the Young Master of Huanzhen Pavilion, and the principle of your sect is to 'follow your heart'... Isn't my action this time in line with the principles of your Huanzhen Pavilion?"

The young swordsman remained silent, but threw the towel in his hand casually on the ground. Then he walked to the open space in front of the cabin, took out a Miao Dao from the weapon rack, pointed the knife at Song Yun, and said coldly:
"Song Yun, your swordsmanship is the best in the martial arts world. I have always regarded you as my target... You must die when you enter the capital this time. Before you die, you must fight me first."

Song Yun laughed dumbly, "I am the world's number one assassin after all, so it's not impossible, right?"

"So what if you're the best assassin in the world? Wudamu doesn't even dare to come to Beijing to assassinate the emperor. Can you be compared to even one finger of Wudamu?" The young swordsman sneered bluntly.

"Hey." Song Yun pointed to the small wooden house behind him, "This is my home. You suddenly came over to me and asked me to show you your self-created sword skills, but now you are scolding me like this?"

"I'm from Huanzhen Pavilion, so I can scold you if I want to. If I don't scold you now, who will I scold after you die?"

After the words were spoken, both of them were silent.

The next day, the rain stopped.

Song Yun burned down his cabin completely and then went to Beijing.

Three months later, the young leader of Huanzhen Pavilion heard news from the capital that the emperor was assassinated, the assassin was captured alive and executed by slow slicing in the Detective Department. After that, Song Yun was no longer seen in the martial arts world.

Now, when the former Young Master of Huanzhen Pavilion heard news about Song Yun again, nearly thirty years had passed.

At this moment, on the fourth floor of the Detective Department, Li Jingnan hurried up to Song Yun and looked at the old man in front of him.

When Song Yun entered the capital, he was full of vigor and vitality. Now he is gray-haired and sits cross-legged on a stone platform with his eyes closed. There are no chains around him, and no signs of poisoning. Although he is old, his spirit and energy are completely different from those of the death row prisoners in the outside world... It is more like he is under house arrest.

Li Jingnan didn't know why Song Yun had survived the assassination attempt on the emperor, but he felt a little sad in this situation.

Li Jingnan and Song Yun can be considered to be of the same generation. When he was still one of the Five Mountains of Jianghu, he had heard of Song Yun's reputation as the number one assassin and the number one swordsman in Jianghu... Now, in a daze, it has been the first year of Guichan, and both of them are already very old.

Li Jingnan was once one of the Five Mountains and a master who could build a bridge between heaven and earth. But now, after a battle with Dao Kui, he suffered hidden injuries and his strength was greatly reduced.

Song Yun was a person who had achieved unity of man and nature, and was only one step away from forming a bridge connecting heaven and earth. However, he was imprisoned for nearly thirty years.

Alas... Li Jingnan actually admired Song Yun very much. With her body of a girl, she managed to use her knife to carve out the name of "the first assassin in the world"... According to her appearance when she was young, when she was called an assassin, many people in the world mocked her for "seduction and assassination".

Moreover, because of an illusory promise, he went to Beijing to assassinate the emperor.

Song Yun opened his eyes calmly and looked at Li Jingnan. He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking a little surprised and doubtful. "Li Jingnan...how did he get so old?"

They were all of the same generation and were at the top of the martial arts world at the time, so naturally they had met each other.

She must have not spoken for some time, and her voice was a little unclear.

"Almost thirty years have passed. How can I not age?" Li Jingnan forced a smile, took off a long sword hanging from his waist, and threw it to Song Yun, "Let's go. The Pavilion Master asked me to save you."

"Thirty years? Has it been almost thirty years? What about Pavilion Master?" Song Yun raised her hand to take the long sword thrown by Li Jingnan. She had not touched a sword for nearly thirty years. At this moment, she gently stroked the blade with an indescribable complexity in her eyes.
"Oh, it's the guy who invented the Wushan Sword."

Li Jingnan looked back and said anxiously, "If you have anything to say, wait until we get out. The detectives and the imperial guards are all heading here. If we don't leave now, we'll both die here. There are people in Zhaoyu trying to stop us. Let's fight our way out together. Your martial arts skills shouldn't be wasted, right?"

Song Yun drew the sword from its sheath, and her facial expression could be seen through the clear blade.

She looked at her own face, remained silent for a few seconds, and then threw the long knife to Li Jingnan, "Back then, Jiuer used his life as a guarantee, so I was able to survive. If I leave now, won't the dog emperor kill Jiuer?"

"The old emperor died a long time ago." Li Jingnan was so anxious that he forgot that Song Yun was a stubborn person. He said, "Ten years after you assassinated the emperor, he died. The one in power now is Luo Chaoyan, a woman who relied on Zhao Wumian to get to the throne."

Song Yun was slightly stunned, but suddenly said: "Ten years... Oh, ten years have passed, Jiu'er would have died a long time ago..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yun seemed to realize this just now. He suddenly covered his eyes with one hand and started crying.

"Jiu'er...who is it?"

At this moment, a young voice suddenly came from behind.

Li Jingnan turned around abruptly and saw Zhao Wumian, wearing a white robe and a sword slung across his waist. He was standing in front of the stone steps, looking at Song Yun.

Li Jingnan tightly grasped the heavy mace, his heart sinking, "Zhao Wumian...you didn't leave Beijing!?"

"If I didn't leave the capital, why would you take the bait?" Zhao Wumian held the hilt of the sword with one hand, glanced at Li Jingnan, then shifted his gaze to look at Song Yun, feeling a little confused.

I thought the person imprisoned on the fourth floor was some Aobai-like figure. If not a ferocious monster, he should at least be wrapped in chains. But now I see that it is just a white-haired grandma?

Li Jingnan's face was extremely cold. Zhao Wumian was a person who had achieved unity of man and nature. If they really fought, it would be hard to say who would win and who would lose between him and Zhao Wumian.

Su Qingqi, Guan Yunshu, and a large group of jailers also hurried over from the stone steps and surrounded Li Jingnan.

Li Jingnan's eyes twitched. Zhao Wumian alone was enough to restrain him. If other masters were added, he would basically die here.

Damn it, there was a reason why Luo Shuzhi was defeated by him in the first place. This time, Huanzhen Pavilion was cautious enough and sent Chou Manjiang to Zhaoyu with false information. In the end, Zhao Wumian was not lured?

Song Yun heard the noise and looked up at Zhao Wumian.

When Song Yun ventured into the martial arts world, Zhao Wumian was not yet born, so she naturally didn't know him. She just remembered what Li Jingnan had just said... Was this the man who pushed a woman like Luo Chaoyan to the throne?
The weapon is a horizontal sword... Is he a swordsman in the martial arts world?
Since he is a swordsman, Song Yun would not be afraid of him at all.

She slowly stood up and prepared to take action. Jiu'er was dead, and the old emperor was also dead, so it didn't matter whether she was released from prison or not.

Li Jingnan came to rescue her, so Song Yun would not be ungrateful no matter what.

But at this moment, Li Jingnan suddenly said: "Zhao Wumian, you are also a warrior, and now you have reached the state of unity between man and nature. You are only one level away from building the bridge between heaven and earth. Why don't you fight me fairly? This opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you, right?"

Zhao Wumian frowned slightly, and after a moment's thought he understood Li Jingnan's intention... Knowing that he was a popular figure around the emperor, Li Jingnan wanted to hold him hostage in order to find a way to survive.

Zhao Wumian guessed correctly. In Li Jingnan's opinion, judging from the current situation, there must be three layers of people surrounding Zhaoyu... If Li Jingnan were in his prime, he might have been able to make a try, but forget it now.

Even if he and Song Yun went together, they would not be able to break out of the capital.

It's a dead end, the only hope lies in Zhao Wumian.

Su Qingqi frowned slightly, definitely not wanting Zhao Wumian to take risks, so she said coldly: "Li Jingnan, you broke into Zhaoyu without permission, and we arrested you according to the law. This is not the so-called Jianghu affairs... You still want to fight in an upright manner? There is no such good thing."

It was because of Su Qingqi that Li Jingnan fell into such a desperate situation. He would not have a good face towards her. He said with a slightly disdainful tone: "Whether it's your status in the martial arts world or your official position in the court... do you have the right to speak here?"

Zhao Wumian looked at him coldly, and drew out his sword three inches, revealing a beautiful blade. "You are a defeated general of the former sword master, a wretch who was beaten to the point of being unable to take care of himself. Now you come to break into Zhaoyu. After planning for a long time, you are still forced into a desperate situation by me and Miss Su. You are like a stray dog, and you are starting to bark wildly? You want to fight me alone, but you want to take me hostage? You are as stupid as a pig or a sheep."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole place fell silent. Zhao Wumian was simply tearing Li Jingnan's wound open and pouring magma. Anyone who heard this would blush.

Li Jingnan was so angry that veins popped out on his forehead, but he forced a smile, "The famous Wei Ming Hou, are you afraid to take the risk? I am half dead, and you don't dare to fight me?"

Zhao Wumian didn't care about Li Jingnan's provocation. What he cared about was Song Yun behind Li Jingnan... With his current vision, he could naturally see that Song Yun's strength was no weaker than Li Jingnan's.

If these two people really want to break out of Zhao Prison, Zhao Wumian can still protect himself, Su Qingqi and Guan Yunshu can also hold on, but the large number of jailers behind them are just cannon fodder, and many people will definitely die.

Zhao Wumian could certainly just let Li Jingnan mow the grass and easily take down Li Jingnan by relying on a pile of deaths, but his moral character is more important than this "ease".

The best solution would be to defeat Li Jingnan one-on-one first, and then join forces with Guan Yunshu and Miss Su to capture Song Yun. However, he had to be careful in case Song Yun suddenly attacked while he was fighting Li Jingnan.

Zhao Wumian gave Guan Yunshu a look.

Guan Yunshu understood immediately, and silently moved and changed his position... As long as Song Yun appeared, Guan Yunshu would be able to react and entangle him.

Zhao Wumian smiled slightly and took a few steps forward, "How about giving you a chance to challenge me?"

Li Jingnan sneered, "When I was in the underworld, I don't know if your father and mother knew each other... Even if I'm injured now, I'm not a jerk who can be manipulated by you."

There is no point in uttering harsh words. After the words were spoken, both of them were too lazy to talk. They stood three meters apart and looked at each other.

The jailers around had sullen faces, but they all had their weapons drawn, and some even had hidden weapons in their sleeves. If Zhao Wumian showed any sign of being at a disadvantage, they would attack immediately.

Those who can serve as jailers on the second and third floors are all martial arts masters. They are actually far inferior to Li Jingnan. But if it really comes down to risking human lives, it will not be easy for Li Jingnan to deal with them.

Su Qingqi's pretty face changed slightly, her eyes were full of worry, and her bare hands tightly grasped the White Frost Sword, expressing the same opinion as the jailers.

Song Yun looked at Zhao Wumian for a few times and stepped back silently.

One on one, it is naturally advantageous to them... Zhao Wumian wants to eliminate Li Jingnan first, but is Li Jingnan so easy to be eliminated?

bang————

The stone platform under Li Jingnan's feet cracked instantly, and the whole person almost disappeared on the spot. The heavy maces in his hands overlapped and almost became one piece. He raised both hands horizontally and swung down suddenly. The air flow squeezed out from the gap between the two maces, making a "swish" sound and even drawing a pale thin line in the air.

This speed is worthy of the name of the former Five Mountains. Except for Song Yun, almost no one present could see Li Jingnan's movements clearly. Even Guan Yunshu and Su Qingqi could only vaguely see a black shadow. When the two women came to their senses, Li Jingnan's heavy mace had already reached Zhao Wumian's face.

Guan Yunshu's eyes darkened. If Li Jingnan was like this, what about Song Yun? She stared at Song Yun with her beautiful eyes, observing her every move.

Li Jingnan knew that in terms of strength, Zhao Wumian's foundation was obviously not as good as his, a former Five Mountains Master, so the explosive power of this move was so strong that Zhao Wumian was unable to dodge and could only block it.

As one of the only two people in the field who could clearly see Li Jingnan's movements, Zhao Wumian reacted not slow at all. He unsheathed the sword from behind his waist with a "clang clang", held the sword in his backhand, raised his forearm slightly, drew a semicircle in the air with the sword, and suddenly placed it on the heavy mace.

clang----

When the horizontal sword and the heavy mace collided, sparks flew and a sharp sound spread in all directions.

There was nothing wrong with Li Jingnan's decision. Zhao Wumian had only recently achieved the state of unity between man and nature. As for his muscles and bones, even if he was strengthened by Zi Yi's poison pill, he would still find it difficult to compete head-on with the former Five Mountains. Logically speaking, even if Zhao Wumian could take the mace, blood would burst out of his tiger's mouth and his body would be chopped away.

However, the scene that Li Jingnan had expected did not appear at all. He only saw the majestic energy flowing inward along the horizontal sword, and Zhao Wumian's white robe bulged instantly, and then the ground under his feet shattered with a "bang", but he himself did not blush or breathe heavily.

Dissipate energy.

Li Jingnan looked stunned. Logically, Zhao Wumian and Wugongshan were mortal enemies, but why did he learn Wugongshan's special skills?

In astonishment, Li Jingnan wanted to retract his mace, but his hand paused, as if the heavy mace in his hand was stuck by something... The feel of the hand is crucial. Although it was only blocked for a moment, it also made Li Jingnan pause.

At this moment, Zhao Wumian stepped on one foot, twisted his waist slightly, raised his boots and gave a side kick.

But Li Jingnan had plenty of combat experience, having been in the martial arts world for so long he had fought with Taoist priests from Wugong Mountain before. He used his powerful internal energy to break through Zhao Wumian's Tai Chi intention. Seeing that Zhao Wumian's center of gravity was on the leg he kicked out, he decided to go all out and used force in his hand again, and the heavy mace pressed down on Zhao Wumian's sword.

If Zhao Wumian didn't retract his legs, he would be hit on the chest by the heavy mace.

No matter how good you are at dissipating force, it will be of no use when the weapon touches the body, and a big hole will still be left on the chest.

Su Qingqi's eyes immediately tensed up and she was ready to attack, but Zhao Wumian reacted quickly. Seeing that his Tai Chi was broken, he stomped his foot on the floor tiles, lowered his body, and slid backwards.

"drink!"

Li Jingnan took advantage of the victory and attacked, using his heavy mace to separate into two parts. One mace hit his heart, and the other mace hit his legs, dividing into two routes, upper and lower.

Li Jingnan's heavy mace looked ordinary and unremarkable, but Zhao Wumian knew how much tremendous power it contained, and a random strike could split mountains and crack rocks.

Zhao Wumian did not take the blow head-on, but retreated violently. The space on the fourth underground floor was so small that he retreated to the wall in just a moment. He stomped his foot hard on the wall, and spider-web-like cracks appeared on the wall with a bang.

He suddenly dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding Li Jingnan's two maces. Then his body stopped strangely as if against inertia. The ground beneath his feet cracked, and he rushed towards Li Jingnan like a cannonball. In the dark room underground, the knife flashed and reached Li Jingnan's neck in the blink of an eye.

Hold the moon string.

After this move was made, Li Jingnan did not panic, but Song Yun's face changed instantly.

From Guan Yunshu's perspective, Song Yun, who was still in the same place, suddenly disappeared. In an instant, he crossed a distance of several feet and appeared next to Li Jingnan and Zhao Wumian.

Guan Yunshu and Su Qingqi's pretty faces turned pale at the same time.

Guan Yunshu thought Song Yun was going to kill Zhao Wumian, but he saw Song Yun suddenly raise his hand and hit Li Jingnan on the back.

Be it Li Jingnan or Zhao Wumian, everyone had a look of confusion in their eyes.

Aren't you in the same group as Li Jingnan? Why are you attacking friendly forces?
There was a look of deep surprise in Li Jingnan's eyes, but he saw the majestic energy bursting out behind him.

boom!
With one palm strike, Li Jingnan flew forward instantly, like an arrow shot from a bow, but crashed into the stone wall, leaving a human-shaped mark.

However, this palm strike also caused Zhao Wumian's knife to miss.

Without waiting for Zhao Wumian to put away his knife, he saw Song Yun looking at him with a surprised voice.

"How come you know Jiu'er's martial arts!?"

(End of this chapter)