Martial Arts Crossover: Zhao Min, your sidekick is really something else.

The four thugs had already fallen to the ground.

They clutched their arms, writhing on the ground in pain, screaming in agony.

Xiao Yaoqing looked at the pitiful group of guys on the ground and shook his head helplessly:

"You guys are just bored, aren't you? Why are you causing trouble?"

That's right.

Even if the two elders of the Xuanming family in the Ruyang Prince's Mansion wanted to cause trouble for Xiao Yaoqing, they would have to think twice.

Not to mention those local thugs.

Xiao Yu clung tightly to Xiao Yaoqing's arm, her eyes tightly shut, her whole body trembling like a leaf.

Xiao Yaoqing smiled and pinched her cheek, his tone light and cheerful: "Don't be afraid, it's all taken care of, let's go."

I must say, it feels quite soft to the touch.

But as soon as he turned around, one of the thugs still rolling on the ground suddenly yelled at the top of his lungs, "Stop right there!! Don't you dare run away!"

Xiao Yaoqing was delighted.

This person was writhing on the ground in pain, yet still dared to utter threats?

He turned around, staring strangely at the guy who was grimacing in pain: "What, you don't want your other hand either?"

Upon hearing this, the thug's eyes filled with fear, but he still endured the excruciating pain in his arm, slowly standing up while leaning against the wall. Gritting his teeth, he shouted at Xiao Yaoqing, "I'm telling you, you hit me today, and I'll make you regret it!"

"My elder brother is the leader of the Kongtong Sect! You'd better wait here if you dare!"

The Kongtong School?

Xiao Yaoqing's eyes lit up.

This is one of the legendary six major sects!

This sect has an even older history than Shaolin, Emei, and Wudang. The eight sects of Kongtong each have more than a dozen sets of martial arts, the most famous of which is of course the sect's ultimate technique—the Seven Injury Fist.

"Is his elder brother really the leader of the Kongtong Sect?"

"If it's true... then can I make a copy first?"

Xiao Yaoqing pondered this in his mind, then waved his hand impatiently at the thug: "If you're going to call for help, hurry up, don't dawdle."

Seeing that Xiao Yaoqing wasn't intimidated at all by the name of the Kongtong Sect, the thug's face flashed with a ruthless glint: "Fine! You stay right here and don't run away! I'm going to call my older brother to deal with you!"

"Don't run away if you dare!"

"You just wait!"

As he ran, he kept turning back and shouting several times, as if afraid that Xiao Yaoqing would really leave.

Xiao Yaoqing certainly wouldn't leave.

After that man, leaning against the wall and enduring the pain, ran far away, the remaining three thugs screamed as they got up from the ground, leaned against the wall, and turned to flee in terror.

Xiao Yaoqing was too lazy to pay attention to those people.

After a long while, Xiao Yu finally opened her eyes. She had kept them closed the whole time, terrified.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that the four guys were already far away, and the scary scene from before was gone. I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But then she realized something was wrong—her arms were now tightly wrapped around Xiao Yaoqing's arms, her whole body almost pressed against him, and Xiao Yaoqing's arms were pinned to her chest.

Her face flushed bright red instantly.

She quickly let go, shrinking back as if she had been burned.

Afraid that Xiao Yaoqing would discover his appearance, he quickly tried to start a conversation:

"Xiao... Xiao Yaoqing, you're amazing!"

Although these words were said to ease the awkwardness, they truly reflected Xiao Yu's innermost thoughts.

She really didn't expect that Master Xiao in the Prince of Ruyang's mansion would actually possess such remarkable martial arts skills!

Xiao Yaoqing glanced at her, smiled, shook his head, and said:

"Don't worry, you'll definitely be better than me in the future."

"I?"

After hearing what he said, Xiao Yu couldn't help but smile bitterly. "Brother Xiao Yaoqing, I've never even touched martial arts since I was a child. Besides, I'm just a servant in the Ruyang Prince's Mansion. How can I compare to you?"

What she said is true.

She had never practiced any kung fu since she was a child.

However, what Xiao Yu didn't know was that Xiao Yaoqing was very clear in his heart—this girl had the legendary pure Yin constitution!

If she were to cultivate the Yin attribute, she would reach the pinnacle in no time.

Of course, if I can talk to her about it in the future, I'll think about it later.

Xiao Yaoqing was quietly waiting for the so-called master of the Kongtong Sect to arrive.

Meanwhile, at the city gate a few streets away.

The resounding bugle call could be heard clearly throughout half the city.

A grand sedan chair, surrounded by a large group of Yuan soldiers, slowly entered the city gate.

On the main road in front of the city gate, all the common people, whether they were doing business or traveling, knelt down in unison.

Then everyone shouted in unison:

"Greetings to the Seventh Prince!"

Indeed, the chubby middle-aged man sitting in that luxurious sedan chair was none other than the Seventh Prince of the current dynasty—Antu Temur.

At the forefront of the Yuan soldiers protecting the prince, a young man in black robes, riding a tall horse, held a long sword in his hand and had a gloomy face.

He arrogantly surveyed the kneeling people around him.

Needless to say, this is the son of the Seventh Prince, Zha Yadu.

The streets were unusually quiet at that time.

But a gust of wind blew by, and the straw hat on the head of one of the villagers was blown off.

As luck would have it, the straw hat struck Zha Yadu squarely, then bounced onto the sedan chair.

"Whoa—"

Startled, Zha Yadu suddenly pulled on the reins.

His brows furrowed instantly.

A loud shout rang out: "Which blind fool dares to disturb the Seventh Prince's presence!"

An old man with a black beard turned pale with fright, trembling as he crawled forward two steps, crying out in a sob, "Your Highness, spare me! It's the wind! It's all the wind!"

But Zaya Du didn't care about any of that; he pulled on the reins and rushed to the old man.

"bass"

With a shout, he drew his sword: "You're tired of living!"

A flash of sword light, and it slashed straight down.

Just then—

"Zha Ya Du!"

A slow, gentle voice came from inside the sedan chair, forcefully stopping the sword strike.

The sedan chair landed, and a round figure swayed out from inside, slowly walking to the front.

Zha Yadu quickly dismounted and clasped his hands in a salute: "Father."

The Seventh Prince frowned and scolded, "Get out of here and don't lay a hand on me!"

Zha Ya Du couldn't figure out what his father meant, so he obediently withdrew.

The Seventh Prince swept his hand around, and a large number of people knelt down on the street.

He grinned, bent down to help the old man up, and said, "Don't be afraid, it's alright. I know it was just the wind blowing it, it has nothing to do with you. Remember to come to the Prince's Mansion to retrieve your straw hat later."

His face was all smiles, and he looked just like the real person.

The old man quickly kowtowed, saying, "Thank you, Your Highness! Thank you, Your Highness!"

That's what he said, but the old man knew in his heart that his life was over.

Not only him, but which of these ordinary people around could escape?

This Seventh Prince is acting like a living Buddha now, but will he still be alive once he returns to the palace?

What a joke. Those commoners living right under the emperor's nose know all too well what kind of people those Yuan Dynasty officials were.

But who dares to utter a word?

On the other side, in the alley.

Xiao Yaoqing leaned lazily against the wall, his expression unserious.

Xiao Yu nervously gripped his sleeve: "Brother Xiao Yaoqing, are we really going to wait here?"

Xiao Yaoqing glanced down at her: "What else can we do? We need to teach them a lesson, otherwise these people won't behave themselves."

"All right……"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a series of hurried footsteps approached.

Xiao Yaoqing's ears twitched; he could still hear the same thug's voice from before: "It's just ahead!"

"It's just ahead!"

Xiao Yaoqing raised an eyebrow, a glint of light flashing in his eyes: "They're here!"

The footsteps grew closer and closer.

A dozen or so people suddenly rushed into the alleyway.

But when Xiao Yaoqing saw who it was, he and Xiao Yu were both stunned.

"Yuan soldiers?"

Putting aside the thug whose arm was still bleeding, the men he brought were all equipped with Yuan soldiers' gear, both in their clothes and in their hands.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Yaoqing frowned, instantly understanding what was going on.

Although the Kongtong Sect has long since fallen into ruin, it was still one of the most prestigious and orthodox sects. Yet, its members actually defected to the Yuan army?

If this gets out, not only will outsiders be ashamed, but even the people of the Kongtong Sect themselves will be the first to jump out and clean house.

He stared at the dozen or so men dressed in Yuan soldiers' uniforms in front of him, shook his head helplessly, and muttered to himself:

"What a waste of all my effort..."

"Brother, what did you say?"

Xiao Yu, who was behind her, didn't hear her clearly and tilted her head to ask a question.

Xiao Yaoqing didn't say anything more, he just waved his hand.

At this moment, the Yuan soldier who was leading the group of thugs drew his knife from his waist, pointed it at Xiao Yaoqing, and roared:

"Right under the emperor's nose, you dare to injure someone in the street? Do you know that's a capital offense?"

That sounds quite plausible.

Xiao Yu couldn't hold back any longer and shouted at him through gritted teeth:

"You're talking nonsense! That guy was the one who bullied people first; my brother just taught him a lesson!"

The Yuan soldier in charge's eyes lit up the moment he saw Xiao Yu, a malicious smile creeping onto his lips. He turned to the crippled thug and whispered:

"You've got good taste, kid. He's really good-looking."

"Of course!"

The two of them were clearly in cahoots, their back-and-forth singing clearly indicating they were conspiring together. These so-called Yuan soldiers were nothing more than thugs in disguise.

The leader took a step forward, raising his voice:

"I didn't see anyone injured, but this commoner's arm was broken by you!"

Xiao Yu turned pale with anger upon hearing this. She never imagined that the Yuan soldiers could be so shameless.

Xiao Yaoqing grabbed her hand, shook his head at her, and gestured for her not to waste her breath on this kind of person.

The leader pointed at Xiao Yaoqing again and shouted:

"Kneel down immediately and await your fate!"

kneel down?

Xiao Yaoqing slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with a coldness.

A man should stand tall and upright, only kneeling to heaven, earth, and his parents. How dare you?

Seeing that Xiao Yaoqing remained motionless and stared at him with disdain, the man's temper flared up instantly:

"Fine, you won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately assumed a horse stance, tucking his fists to his waist.

Xiao Yaoqing could see clearly that when this person withdrew his fist, there was a layer of internal force surging around his body.

Xiao Yaoqing's eyes lit up suddenly, and he became energetic.

"Oh?"

A slight smile played on his lips. "You're actually quite skilled in martial arts, aren't you?"

The more he looked at this person, the more he felt that this person was not simple, and might actually be a master of the Kongtong Sect.

At this moment, Xiao Yaoqing's eyes practically lit up:

"Come on, let me check him out properly!"