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

The Yuan soldier who had been slapped twice by Xiao Yaoqing howled the loudest, his face covered in tears and snot: "Your Highness, it really has nothing to do with me! It was all a lie! I didn't know anything!"

"Your Highness, please have mercy!"

The Seventh Prince completely ignored the cries and wails, instead turning to Zhao Min with a smile: "Minmin, what do you think of my handling of this?"

Zhao Min was taken aback for a moment, then clasped her hands in a salute: "Minmin has no objection to the arrangements made by the Seventh Prince."

She paused, then added, "However, there are still three thugs..."

The Seventh Prince waved his hand and smiled easily: "Don't worry, none of them will escape."

That's true. The other three thugs were easy to find—they were all in the same boat as the guy on the ground, with broken arms and legs. You could just ask around at any clinic in town and they'd be found.

That concludes the matter.

To be honest, Xiao Yaoqing himself never expected that he would stumble upon such a grand spectacle while just taking a stroll.

Those guys on the ground who had been severely injured by his palm strike had long been dragged away, leaving no trace.

The Seventh Prince stared at Xiao Yaoqing, his words carrying a hidden meaning: "Minmin, the people under your command are truly remarkable."

Not only did he praise him verbally, but the Seventh Prince also had a horse brought over, insisting that Xiao Yaoqing accompany him back to the Ruyang Prince's Mansion.

He was also going to see the Prince of Ruyang, and since Zhao Min had come out, he might as well go together.

Xiao Yu originally wanted to walk back with Xiao Yaoqing's horse, but Xiao Yaoqing refused and reached out to lift her onto the horse's back.

Although Xiao Yu was sitting behind him, she wasn't in his arms.

But when Zhao Min saw this scene, a strange and inexplicable feeling welled up in her heart.

She herself didn't know why.

Xiao Yaoqing followed the Seventh Prince's sedan chair and walked away into the distance.

Zhu Yuanzhang and Chang Yuchun slowly peeked out from the window on the second floor of the restaurant.

The shock on their faces had not yet subsided.

Chang Yuchun frowned and lowered his voice: "How did the successor of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms become a member of the Violent Yuan Sect?"

That's right, he saw Xiao Yaoqing's palm technique clearly; it was the genuine Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

But this person is actually Zhao Min's subordinate from the Prince of Ruyang's mansion?

Chang Yuchun couldn't understand it no matter how hard he tried—everyone in the Central Plains martial arts world was tough as nails, so why would they go and work for the Yuan people?

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes flickered, and after a moment of silence, he slowly spoke: "Do you think this kid might be... an inside man in the Prince of Ruyang's residence?"

The spies in the Prince of Ruyang's mansion were indeed well hidden.

For example, Fan Yao, the monk known as the Bitter Monk, is a case in point.

In any case, these people's identities will be exposed sooner or later.

Xiao Yaoqing sat on horseback with a slight smile on his lips, his gaze fixed ahead.

That's right, Zha Yadu was riding his horse, trotting along close to Zhao Min.

His mouth was opening and closing, and I couldn't tell what kind of lively talk he was saying.

But Zhao Min didn't even look at him properly, only occasionally offering a few perfunctory words.

Xiao Yaoqing knew perfectly well that this Zha Yadu was a complete sycophant.

In the end, they got nothing.

They'd even risk their own lives.

To be honest, Xiao Yaoqing felt that this guy was pretty pitiful.

But if someone wants to be a simp, who can stop them?

Back at the Prince of Ruyang's residence, Zhao Min gave him a wink, and Xiao Yaoqing took Xiao Yu back to their own courtyard.

Ultimately, the Seventh Prince came to discuss serious matters with the Prince of Ruyang.

Xiao Yaoqing is currently just a new retainer in the Prince's mansion.

This is not a situation for him to get involved in.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the reception hall was a bit tense.

The Seventh Prince frowned, deliberately feigning a troubled expression, and grasped the Prince of Ruyang's hand, saying:

"Chaghan!"

"The Emperor ordered you to quell the rebellion, and how long has it been? You haven't accomplished a single decent task!"

"His Majesty is getting a little impatient!"

The Prince of Ruyang also frowned deeply, replying with a helpless expression:

"The root of most of the rebellions in the south lies with the Ming Cult."

"But to pacify the entire martial arts world of the Central Plains is no easy task!"

The Seventh Prince patted the Prince of Ruyang on the shoulder:

"I'm not rushing you, just reminding you that you need to pay more attention to quelling the unrest."

"Also, Minmin is getting older, and it's time to settle her marriage with Zha Yadu."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhao Min, who was standing to the side, frowned instantly.

The Prince of Ruyang glanced at his daughter somewhat awkwardly, then chuckled and changed the subject.

The Seventh Prince didn't stay long either.

After seeing the people off, Prince Ruyang walked into a side hall of the palace with a sullen face.

A man dressed in a black robe stood in the side hall, completely covered up, with a burly build.

Even with the hood of the black cloak on, you could tell he was bald, and you could vaguely see a few ordination scars on his head.

Prince Ruyang frowned and spoke to the man:

"Cheng Kun! You were the one who made me wield the Dragon-Slaying Saber and stir up trouble in the martial arts world!"

"It's been twenty years! The martial arts world of the Central Plains hasn't seen them have a single day of peace!"

That's right, the bald man hidden in the black robe is none other than Cheng Kun, the infamous Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand in the martial arts world!

Xiao Yaoqing lay on the bed, staring blankly at the beams.

As soon as it got dark, he felt something was wrong with his whole body.

These days, there's nothing fun to do at night, and you can't fall asleep even when you want to. It's pure torture.

He was wondering how to kill time when there was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

"Master Xiao, the princess sent me to tell you to pack your bags and that you will be heading south with her first thing tomorrow morning."

Heading south?

Xiao Yaoqing sat up, his eyes narrowing.

They must be heading out to quell the unrest.

The first place we should stay is Green Willow Manor.

If we continue walking, we'll probably have to wander around the Bright Summit area.

Thinking of the six major sects besieging Bright Peak, Xiao Yaoqing couldn't help but smile.

The show is about to begin.

After we finish attacking Bright Peak, the next step is to capture those masters from reputable sects.

Then, his wish to reach from the first floor to the sixth floor will be fulfilled one by one!

Just then, there was another knock on the door.

Xiao Yaoqing said impatiently, "I know, go tell someone else."

A hoarse, somewhat aged voice came from outside the door:

"It's me, Yuchi Feng."

Xiao Yaoqing was stunned when he heard the name.

Why is the leader of the Iron Palm Gang knocking on the door so late at night?

It's probably related to the iron palm technique he showed during the day.

Xiao Yaoqing did make some calculations in his mind.

If he were to really fight Yuchi Feng, he wouldn't back down at all.

The two elders of Xuanming are figures whose strengths are almost at the top level; he is not afraid of either of them.

To be honest, the Iron Palm Clan, led by Yu Chifeng, has been declining ever since Qiu Qianren left. Each generation has been worse than the last, and the clan has long been in decline.

Yu Chifeng himself was quite confident.

He stumbled upon Cheng Kun's mischief in the Ming Cult's secret passage, and he actually dared to rush up and challenge him to a duel?

And what happened? He was slapped unconscious by Cheng Kun, utterly humiliated.

In a one-on-one fight, Yuchi Feng is not much stronger than Zhao Min.

Xiao Yaoqing didn't take him seriously at all.

However, the proper courtesy should still be shown.

A smirk played on his lips as he pushed open the door.

"Master Yuchi, it's so late—"

He had only spoken halfway when a sharp killing intent rushed towards him.

Xiao Yaoqing frowned as he watched a silver hand slap towards his face.

Without a second thought, he raised his hand to meet it.

A silver light also shone in the palm of his hand.

Iron palm against iron palm.

"Bang!"

A dull thud.

Yu Chifeng staggered backward several steps like a kite with a broken string, his back slamming heavily against a tree trunk in the yard.

"puff--"

He clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You... pfft..."

Another mouthful of blood.

Xiao Yaoqing frowned as he looked at the Iron Palm Gang leader in the distance.

To be honest, he was also taken aback.

He used the Iron Palm technique of the Iron Palm Clan, and his internal energy was only twenty-five years old and refined. Yu Chi Feng was already forty or fifty years old, so his internal energy should be much deeper than his.

He was confident of winning, but he didn't expect it to be so easy.

Yu Chifeng's right hand trembled violently, while his other hand pressed tightly against his chest. He struggled to lift his head, his mouth full of blood and spittle, and asked through gritted teeth:

"Who...who exactly are you?"

"Why...do you know the Iron Palm Clan's secret technique, and have you even reached its pinnacle?!"

Today in the arena, Xiao Yaoqing shattered the sword in Zhao Min's hand with a single palm strike.

Yu Chifeng immediately realized that this kid's Iron Palm technique was more advanced than his own, which he had practiced for decades.

Now that he'd taken a direct hit, he understood even better.

Xiao Yaoqing's Iron Palm skill was no longer at an ordinary level; it was heading straight for the perfect realm described in the gang's secret manual.

To be honest, Xiao Yaoqing himself was stunned.

He originally thought that the system's copying talent could only copy other people's skills exactly, and that he would be at the same level as the other person.

But who knew that the Iron Palm technique obtained from Yuchi Feng would be at max level right from the start?

If you put it that way, "So, whenever I copy something in the future, can I just scroll to the top automatically?"

Xiao Yaoqing suddenly felt that this broken system wasn't so bad after all.

But now is not the time to think about that. Let's get rid of this old man first.

He deliberately frowned, looked at Yuchi Feng from a few steps away, and spoke coldly:

Who I am is not important.

"The important thing is, we're both working for the princess now, so we're not enemies, understand?"

"No!"

Yu Chifeng immediately roared out, his voice terrifyingly loud.

He slowly got up from the ground, blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were fixed on Xiao Yaoqing, refusing to back down an inch.

As they walked over, they were still calling out:

"I, Yuchi Feng, have practiced Iron Palm for twenty years, and only just reached the fifth level!"

"How old are you, Xiao Yaoqing? You've already reached the ceiling of my Iron Palm Clan's unique martial arts!"

"so……"

Xiao Yaoqing frowned even more as she looked at his imposing aura.

This old guy isn't planning on a peaceful resolution today; he's clearly going to fight to the death.

To be honest, Xiao Yaoqing really didn't want to make a move at the Prince of Ruyang's residence.

But then his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Oh, and I also know Fan Yao's pressure point techniques!"

Let's subdue this old man first, and deal with the rest later.

He quietly hid his right hand behind his back, and a wisp of internal energy had already gathered at his fingertips.

At this moment, Yu Chifeng had already walked five steps away from him and stopped.

He raised his head and stared intently at Xiao Yaoqing.

Xiao Yaoqing tensed up, waiting for him to pounce so he could take him down in one fell swoop.