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

If Xiao Yu knew what Xiao Yaoqing was thinking, she would probably turn against him on the spot.

This person is too... too perverted!

Moreover, the other party was an ugly-looking man. Just then, two men dressed in coarse cloth stood at the second-floor window of the restaurant diagonally opposite.

The two men had a calm demeanor, and their bodies subtly exuded an aura of internal energy, clearly indicating that they were trained practitioners.

One of them, with a long face, frowned and stared at the commotion in the alley, then muttered:

"These Yuan soldiers are bullying the common people again."

The companion next to him also frowned and asked in a low voice:

"Master, should we intervene?"

The long-faced man slowly shook his head:

"No, this is Dadu, the capital of the Yuan Dynasty. There are Yuan soldiers everywhere. We can't reveal our identities."

"So we're just going to stand by and watch them harm people?"

The long-faced man shook his head again, but his gaze remained fixed on the alleyway:

"Let's wait and see. I have a feeling that the kid with the sword is a bit unusual."

If Xiao Yaoqing could hear these two talking, he would definitely be able to guess where they came from.

The one called "Altar Master"

The long-faced man was none other than Zhu Yuanzhang, the leader of the Fengyang branch of the Ming Cult.

The one next to him is Chang Yuchun, who became sworn brothers with Zhang Wuji in Butterfly Valley.

They were among the most steadfast anti-Yuan factions within the Ming Cult.

The purpose of this infiltration into Dadu was to gather information on important figures in the Yuan court and to plan an assassination.

I never expected to stumble upon this play.

Xiao Yaoqing had no idea that he had already been targeted by the future domineering big shot.

He was now filled with curiosity, wanting to know what surprises this person in front of him could bring him.

After the person opposite finished adjusting his breathing, he suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Go to hell!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he exerted force with his feet, his steps were sharp, and he pounced on Xiao Yaoqing like a fierce tiger.

"Brother Xiao Yaoqing, be careful!"

Despite knowing that Xiao Yaoqing was quite capable, Xiao Yu couldn't help but feel anxious and worried.

This person rushed forward quite quickly, taking large strides.

But in Xiao Yaoqing's eyes, that speed was as slow as a tortoise crawling.

There was nothing he could do; after all, he possessed the extraordinary skill of Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique).

As the others rushed in front of him, Xiao Yaoqing slowly raised his right hand.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of a slap echoed through the alley.

In an instant, everyone was stunned.

The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms? The Beggars' Sect is about to rise again?!

The restaurant has good soundproofing; you can barely hear a slap coming in.

But Zhu Yuanzhang and Chang Yuchun's expressions both became strange.

"Pfft...cough cough..."

Chang Yuchun suppressed a laugh, his face turning red: "This kid... he's quite the character..."

indeed.

Xiao Yaoqing stared at the person rushing towards him, making plans in his mind.

To replicate martial arts skills, you do need to touch the opponent's body.

Can you really go toe-to-toe with this kind of scum?

That would be too embarrassing.

Why not just slap him across the face?

And so this play came about.

Everyone in the alley was stunned.

Especially the one standing in front of Xiao Yaoqing.

His arms were still in an attacking stance, but his head was tilted to one side.

Five finger marks were clearly imprinted on half of his face.

The Yuan soldiers behind him, as well as the local ruffian, were all dumbfounded.

Who has ever seen a martial arts master slap someone right off the bat?

This doesn't cause much harm, but it's incredibly insulting!

The man turned his head, looking at Xiao Yaoqing with disbelief: "You... slapped me in the face?"

Xiao Yaoqing completely ignored him.

He was wondering, "Huh? Why isn't anything happening?"

The "movement" he referred to

, refers to the system's notification sound.

But to the person on the other end, this was blatant humiliation!

"You think there's enough noise? Damn it! The echo is going down the alley!"

The man's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and in a fit of rage, he punched Xiao Yaoqing.

*Smack!*

An even louder slap followed.

The person froze again.

He turned his head to the other side.

The other half of his face also puffed up.

Okay, Xiao Yaoqing felt that the slap just now was indeed a bit too light.

So he put in even more effort and gave it a good boost on the other side as well.

The man's men stared at each other, completely bewildered.

"Pfft..."

Standing behind Xiao Yaoqing, Xiao Yu couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing.

But Xiao Yaoqing's brows were furrowed, and he wondered to himself, "Why is there still no movement?"

He clearly remembered that last time he and Zhao Min bumped noses, the system immediately activated a light-foot technique. This time, he'd slapped her twice, so why wasn't the system making a sound?

Just then, as if reading his mind, the system finally reacted:

[Ding! System detection: Target's martial arts skills are too weak; the system is too lazy to copy them!]

I'm too lazy to copy it.

In other words, this guy has indeed practiced martial arts and still has some internal energy.

But the thing he practiced was so bad that even the system looked down on it!

Damn, this guy is definitely not from the Kongtong Sect.

Xiao Yaoqing instantly lost interest.

Well, all that excitement for nothing.

Since we're not getting anything good, let's call it a day.

The thought had barely formed in his mind when Xiao Yaoqing raised his foot and kicked.

"Bang!"

He kicked the man hard in the chest, and before the man could react, he was sent flying backward and crashed into the group of Yuan soldiers behind him.

"Ugh—"

The excruciating pain from the fall brought him fully awake.

He was furious and roared at his Yuan soldiers:

"All of you, attack! Kill him!"

The Yuan soldiers then realized what was happening, and with a whoosh, they drew their weapons and pounced on Xiao Yaoqing.

"well……"

Xiao Yaoqing shook his head helplessly again.

He gathered his inner energy, stomped his foot hard, and soared into the air.

In an instant, the true energy around him faintly condensed into a dragon shadow.

The second move of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!

The Qian hexagram, line 95: A flying dragon in the sky!

A deep, resounding dragon roar echoed.

"Waaah—"

The dozen or so Yuan soldiers who rushed up, along with the guy who had just gotten up, and the few thugs from before, were all thrown away by a tremendous force, crashing out of the alley and onto the roadside stalls.

"ah--!"

"No!"

Screams erupted, and the stall instantly shattered into pieces.

"puff!"

"puff!"

A group of people coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

Xiao Yaoqing landed steadily, lightly, as if nothing had happened.

On the second floor of the restaurant, Zhu Yuanzhang clung tightly to the window frame, almost leaning out.

"What?! That's the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?!"

He was so excited he almost jumped out of the window.

Chang Yuqiu, who was standing nearby, was also bewildered by the scene and blurted out, "Boss, what did you just say? The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?"

"That's right!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes lit up, and his voice rose, "I guarantee it with my life, it's absolutely true! Back when I was in the Beggars' Sect, although I'd never seen the real thing, I'd heard the name of this technique so many times I was sick of it! This is definitely the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms! But this ultimate technique should have been extinct long ago, so how come it's reappearing in Dadu?"

Chang Yuqiu's eyes darkened, a mixture of surprise and delight filling him. He muttered to himself, "Could it be that the Beggars' Sect is about to turn the tables?"

Zhu Yuanzhang was incredibly excited at this moment, and slapped his thigh: "No, I have to go down and meet that kid!"

He was about to turn over and jump out of the window.

Chang Yuqiu grabbed him and lowered her voice: "Altar Master, it's the Seventh Prince of the Bao Yuan!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's excitement instantly cooled, and he looked closely. Sure enough, the impressive procession of sedan chairs had arrived.

He frowned: "Damn it! With so many soldiers, this beggar gang kid is probably going to be in trouble!"

Chang Yuqiu, his face also tense, asked in a low voice, "Sect Master, would you like to lend a hand?"

Zhu Yuanzhang stared coldly at the Seventh Prince's sedan chair, gritting his teeth: "If anything happens to that kid later, we'll just rush over and attack the sedan chair. The Yuan soldiers will be thrown into chaos, and he can escape!"

Chang Yuqiu nodded: "Okay!"

At this moment, Zha Yadu, riding at the head of the palanquin, saw a troop of Yuan soldiers rushing out from the front, each spitting blood. He immediately pulled on the reins. He drew his longsword with a whoosh and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Assassins! Protect the Emperor!"

In a flash, a hundred or so Yuan soldiers, weapons in hand, surrounded the Seventh Prince's sedan chair completely. Zha Yadu, mounted on horseback, stood at the very front, his body tense, ready to fight at any moment.

Xiao Yaoqing led Xiao Yu out of the alley, and upon seeing this, they paused. Xiao Yu couldn't help but whisper from behind, "It's the Young Prince!"

Xiao Yaoqing's mind raced: The young prince? Is he the son of the Prince of Ruyang, or the offspring of the Seventh Prince from the original story?

But after glancing at the sedan chair and then noticing the young prince in his black robes, he knew what was going on: "This is the Seventh Prince's heir, Zha Yadu!"

That's right, very easy to recognize.

Wang Baobao, the son of the Prince of Ruyang, who is also Zhao Min's brother, entered the city wearing a white robe.

"That horn sound just now, it's probably the father and son arriving."

Before Xiao Yaoqing could figure it out, the ground suddenly shook.

The rapid hoofbeats rang out like thunderous drums.

Zha Yadu rode his horse and charged towards Xiao Yaoqing like a madman!

The sword in his hand gleamed coldly, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Without even asking what happened, he thrust his longsword straight at Xiao Yaoqing:

"You audacious assassin! Daring to commit murder in Dadu, you're courting death!"

The sword, gleaming with coldness, arrived before Xiao Yaoqing in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Yaoqing originally didn't intend to pay any attention to this guy.

But now that the knife is at his neck, he has no choice but to act.

He raised his hand and waved it, a layer of silver light emanating from his palm.

The Iron Palm Clan's signature move—Iron Palm.

"clang!"

His palm collided with the longsword.

The thorn pierced his tiger's mouth, causing a numb sensation, and his entire arm trembled.

The sword in his hand shattered into several pieces on the spot, falling to the ground with a crash.

Xiao Yaoqing didn't stop; he raised his leg and kicked the horse hard.

If he hadn't done that, the horse would have crashed into both him and Xiao Yu.

"ah--!"

Zayadu screamed in fright.

The man and his horse were thrown into the air, somersaulted, and crashed back to the ground with a thud.

Covered in dust and dirt, Zha Yadu was helped to his feet by several Yuan soldiers.

His face turned pale, and he pointed at Xiao Yaoqing, shouting:

"What the hell are you all standing there for? Get them! Chop them up!"

Meanwhile, on the second floor of the restaurant.

Zhu Yuanzhang gave Chang Yuchun a wink:

"It's time to make a move."

The Yuan soldiers swarmed around them.

Xiao Yu was so anxious her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

Xiao Yaoqing came from the Prince of Ruyang's mansion. If he really fought with the Yuan soldiers, things would get really out of hand!

At this critical moment, a thought suddenly flashed through Xiao Yu's mind.

Her eyes lit up, and she quickly reached into the bundle to rummage through it.

He pulled out a small sign.

He stepped in front of Xiao Yaoqing.