Martial Arts Universe: With a single command, 100,000 iron cavalry will sweep across the martial wor

Su Qingfeng embraced Shi Feixuan and Wanwan, kissed them each, and said:

"Of course I'll treat my wife well—hey, I'll go buy you guys something nice to eat."

After kissing them, he suddenly remembered that they were not actually his wives. His pride vanished instantly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Su Qingfeng felt he couldn't stay any longer and had to leave quickly, otherwise he would either be cleaved in two by Shi Feixuan's sword or torn apart alive by Wanwan.

Su Qingfeng stood up and tried to run away, but before she could take a step, Wanwan and Shi Feixuan pulled her back to her seat from either side.

He looked at Shi Feixuan, whose face was as cold as ice, and Wanwan, who was smiling, and sweat beaded on his forehead.

Shi Feixuan's hand was already on the Lustful Void Sword on the table, and she hesitated whether to kill Su Qingfeng, who had ruined her reputation.

However, it is easy to imagine that although Su Qingfeng does not know martial arts, she is relaxed and happy to be with him. She does not have to practice martial arts or carry out sect missions all day long. Moreover, he is interesting to talk to and is never afraid of her and Wanwan because they are martial artists. He will even occasionally teach them a few words.

Shi Feixuan glanced at Su Qingfeng, sighed softly, and ultimately did not make a move.

Wanwan still wore a smile, but her heart was far from calm. She had considered killing the bastard, but recalling the moments she had spent with Su Qingfeng that day, she ultimately couldn't bring herself to do it.

Even though she and Shi Feixuan had both been kissed by that guy, Wanwan still had no intention of killing Su Qingfeng. Instead, she was wary of Shi Feixuan making a move against him. However, when Wanwan saw that Shi Feixuan had only touched the Sekong Sword and then made no further move, she couldn't help but feel a little curious.

What's wrong with this little nun today? Could it be that she's also fallen for Su Qingfeng? That won't do. Although Su Qingfeng is somewhat annoying, I met him first; how can I let this little nun steal him away?

Li** glanced at Shi Feixuan and Wanwan, still unsure of their relationship with Su Qingfeng. Just now, both of them clearly exuded murderous intent; if it weren't for their unusual expressions, Li** would almost have thought he was mistaken. Of course, if they were to actually attack, Li** would intervene.

He turned to Su Qingfeng, who was sitting upright in the chair, and said, "Brother Su, tea is fine, there's no need to go out of your way to buy food."

"Oh...okay, okay." Su Qingfeng didn't dare look at Shi Feixuan and Wanwan at this moment, focusing all his attention on them with his spiritual power. If they really wanted to kill him, Su Qingfeng could only teleport away; he couldn't stay here and wait to die.

Lin Shiyin was completely bewildered. The atmosphere was clearly off when Su Qingfeng kissed those two, and now Shi Feixuan and Wanwan were acting strangely, as if they were fighting over Su Qingfeng—but what's so great about this stinky man?

Unable to contain her curiosity, she asked, "Shi Feixuan, Wanwan, I'm Lin Shiyin. What's your relationship with that scoundrel Su Qingfeng? You don't seem like a couple at all."

Wanwan glanced at Su Qingfeng's nervous expression and smiled gently: "Heh, we are his fiancées."

Lin Shiyin's eyes widened: "How could you be this scoundrel's fiancées? You're both from the martial arts world, and Su Qingfeng doesn't know any martial arts. Don't be fooled by him. He doesn't look like a good person at all."

Shi Feixuan kept her head down, not letting anyone see her face—her face was flushed red, and she wished she could kill Wanwan, that little vixen who was spouting nonsense. Of all things to say, she had to say they were Su Qingfeng's fiancées.

Wanwan playfully pulled Su Qingfeng back, then feigned bitterness as she said to Lin Shiyin, "We don't want to either, but this scoundrel refuses to break off the engagement. We can't really hold a sword to his throat and force him, can we?"

Lin Shiyin immediately glared at Su Qingfeng: "Su Qingfeng, why don't you break off the engagement? Just do it now!"

"I..." Su Qingfeng wanted to say that he had no engagement with Shi Feixuan and Wanwan, but when he suddenly saw the two of them staring at him, he was stunned and his words got stuck in his throat.

Su Qingfeng couldn't tell whether Shi Feixuan and Wanwan were staring at him because they wanted him to break off the fake engagement, or because they didn't want to.

"What?" Lin Shiyin couldn't help but ask again when Su Qingfeng stopped after saying only one word.

Su Qingfeng dared not speak rashly again, so he could only laugh it off and try to brush it off: "It's nothing, it's nothing."

"Hello, I am Zhou Zhiruo from the Emei Sect. May I sit here?"

"Hello, I am Zhao Min, a Mongolian."

Just then, two young women walked up one after the other and introduced themselves to Su Qingfeng and Li**.

In the apricot grove, almost everyone was looking this way, making Su Qingfeng and Li** feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Su Qingfeng originally only wanted to observe the Beggars' Sect gathering discreetly, like an ordinary passerby, and then go find Li Qiushui. But now he was the center of attention, so how could he possibly keep a low profile?

Li** had come here for leisure and didn't want to be recognized, but now it seemed that some martial arts practitioners had already recognized him. He looked at Su Qingfeng, intending to leave immediately, but found that Su Qingfeng was also looking at him—it turned out that Su Qingfeng also wanted to leave.

Li** changed his mind and didn't want to leave anymore. He wanted to see what Su Qingfeng's identity was and why she wanted to slip away as soon as she was noticed.

Lin Shiyin was delighted to see two more young ladies arrive, as she hadn't expected to see so many beautiful women at the Beggars' Sect gathering.

"I am Lin Shiyin, this is Wanwan, Shi Feixuan, and my cousin. Please have a seat." She introduced Li** and the others to Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Min, but deliberately ignored Su Qingfeng.

Lin Shiyin just didn't want to mention Su Qingfeng. She got angry just looking at him and wished he would leave quickly so that this lecherous man wouldn't have any improper thoughts about the new girl.

But then she thought, "I'm a ** too, so why has Su Qingfeng never had any feelings for me? On the contrary, he seems to hate me?" Lin Shiyin's mood suddenly soured at this thought.

Seeing that Li** ignored him, Su Qingfeng slumped dejectedly onto the table. He knew he couldn't leave alone now; Shi Feixuan and Wanwan would never let him go.

He had no choice but to minimize his presence. He was more than happy that Lin Shiyin didn't introduce him; it would be best if Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Min treated him as an insignificant passerby.

Shi Feixuan and Wanwan glanced at Lin Shiyin and frowned slightly, but considering that Su Qingfeng was always unreliable, they decided not to introduce him.

"Thanks."

Thank you.

Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Min thanked them one after the other and sat down.

After Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Min sat down, they sized up the three strikingly beautiful women before them. They sensed the inner strength contained within Shi Feixuan and Wanwan, and even felt a faint but intense threat—indicating that the two women's martial arts were far superior to theirs.

Even Lin Shiyin's cousin was no ordinary person. At this point, it seemed only Lin Shiyin and the man slumped over the table were ordinary people with no martial arts skills. Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Min couldn't help but become interested in this group.

"Miss Zhou, Miss Zhao, please have some tea."

"Thank you, Miss Lin."

Su Qingfeng lay on the edge of the table, watching Lin Shiyin and the others quickly become acquainted, and sighed inwardly. Of all the women in the group, only Lin Shiyin was simple-minded; the others were all incredibly shrewd. He watched silently for a while, then lazily lay back down and unknowingly fell asleep.

Seeing Su Qingfeng fall asleep on the table, Li felt somewhat helpless, but then he remembered that Su Qingfeng had said he had run all the way, and he understood. A rich young master who didn't know martial arts, running this far, must have been extremely exhausted.

Seeing that Su Qingfeng was asleep, Shi Feixuan gently held his hand and used her inner strength to protect him. The apricot grove was damp, and Su Qingfeng didn't know martial arts, so she didn't want him to catch a cold.

Wanwan originally wanted to protect Su Qingfeng, but Shi Feixuan beat her to it, so she couldn't help but glare at her. Now Wanwan was even more certain that Shi Feixuan must have developed feelings for Su Qingfeng.

She thought to herself, "I absolutely cannot let Shi Feixuan get close to Su Qingfeng. Even if I don't want Su Qingfeng myself, I won't let this mortal enemy touch him."

"The First-Class Hall of Western Xia, Helian Tieshu has arrived—"

"The Yin-Yang Master of the Great Qin Dynasty, the Lord of the East has arrived—"

"The Great Ming Huashan Sect, Yue Buqun has arrived—"

……

As martial arts masters from all walks of life arrived one after another, the number of people gathering in Xingzi Forest grew larger and larger. However, Qiao Feng, the leader of the Northern Beggars' Clan, was nowhere to be seen, which surprised everyone present.

The newly arrived experts also noticed the group of women sitting under the big tree, and they all turned their gazes toward them, secretly marveling at the gathering of so many beauties.

Meanwhile, on the way to Xingzilin, Qiao Feng was covered in blood, fiercely fighting with a group of men in black.

Dozens of people had already fallen to the ground, but fifty or sixty others were still surrounding him and attacking fiercely. Qiao Feng never expected that he would encounter such an ambush on his way to the meeting.

This group includes many innate masters, and two of them have even reached the Grandmaster level.

A man in black rushed over from the side and shouted:

"Quickly! Kill Qiao Feng! A large force is heading this way!"

Upon hearing that a number of people were approaching, Qiao Feng immediately made a desperate breakout towards the direction from which the men in black had come.

"Stop Qiao Feng, or we'll all die!"

"Hurry up and kill Qiao Feng!"

"Take advantage of him being unable to hold on any longer, and hurry up and attack!"

……

A group of men in black pounced on Qiao Feng like madmen. Qiao Feng fought and retreated, already wounded.

Not far away on the road, a troop of soldiers was escorting a luxurious carriage, heading towards the apricot grove.

The general leading the army rode up to the carriage and urgently reported:

"Princess, there is fighting ahead."

A little girl's voice came from inside the car:

"An ambush occurred before even reaching the apricot grove? Do you know who it was?"

The general replied:

"It's Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggars' Sect. He's been surrounded and attacked by a group of men in black, and he's already injured."

The little girl exclaimed in surprise:

"Qiao Feng? How did he get injured? Isn't he a grandmaster?"

At that moment, another clear female voice rang out from inside the car:

"Su Yan, someone doesn't want Qiao Feng to reach Xingzilin. Should we save him?"

The little girl immediately gave the order:

"Help! Liu Teng, send the Netherworld Iron Cavalry to fire arrows and kill those men in black!"

"Yes, Princess."

This group of people was escorting Su Yan and Huang Rong, who had come all the way from Suzhou. They were already a little late, less than an hour before the Beggars' Sect assembly was to begin.

Inside the car, Su Yan thought for a moment and asked Huang Rong:

"Huang Rong, why do you think Qiao Feng was ambushed and killed halfway?"

Huang Rong, while eating pastries, mumbled a reply:

"How would I know? Maybe someone in the Beggars' Sect is trying to seize power. Oh well, we'll find out when we get there."

"That's true, let's rescue Qiao Feng first and then question him."

At this moment, Qiao Feng was completely surrounded by the men in black. His internal energy was greatly depleted, yet his opponents attacked relentlessly, disregarding their own safety. Qiao Feng gradually realized that he could no longer escape.

"Prepare the crossbows—fire!"

Whoosh whoosh—

Screams rang out one after another.

Just when Qiao Feng was in despair, a group of black-armored cavalry suddenly appeared, firing crossbow bolts, and the men in black fell to the ground one after another.

Qiao Feng, panting heavily, looked over and recognized it as the army of Gusu City. He had seen similar attire at Songhe Tower, only this time it was cavalry.

He wondered: Why would the army from Suzhou come to rescue him?

Qiao Feng knew that the government and the martial arts world had always kept to themselves, and that officials were wary of the reckless spirit of the martial arts people.

"The army has arrived; this operation has failed."

"Defeat means death anyway, and escaping means the death of my family—I might as well fight to the death and kill Qiao Feng first!"

"Yes, kill Qiao Feng!"

Ignoring the approaching army, the black-clad assassins charged at Qiao Feng like madmen.

Liu Teng coldly observed this group of desperate criminals, and disdainfully waved his hand to give the order:

"Netherworld Iron Cavalry, charge!"

"kill!"

The cavalry charged towards the men in black, spears in hand, and once within range, they threw their spears.

A dense barrage of spears pierced the bodies of the men in black, followed by crossbow bolts that struck the wounded assassins.

Qiao Feng was shocked to see the Netherworld Iron Cavalry so swiftly eliminate a group of innate masters. He had long known that martial artists surrounded by an army were likely to meet a grim fate, but this cavalry had suffered no casualties.

Qiao Feng charged back into the fray, heading straight for the two grandmaster-level experts, determined to personally finish off these assassins.