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

"Can you stop following me around like that? Come on over and walk alongside me."

Xiao Yaoqing raised an eyebrow.

Walking side by side?

Is this what subordinates should be doing?

Are you sure this isn't crossing the line?

He was still there, and Zhao Min slowed her pace and walked over to him.

Xiao Yaoqing glanced at her, his tone indifferent:

"Princess, is there anything you wish to say to me?"

Zhao Min waved the folding fan in her hand and spoke calmly:

"Why didn't you make a move just now?"

Before Xiao Yaoqing could answer, she quickly added:

"Don't tell me you think it's unnecessary."

"I think you just want to see me make a fool of myself."

Xiao Yaoqing remained silent.

He genuinely felt there was no need to take action.

But he didn't expect that the two Xuanming Elders wouldn't come to the rescue.

These people are way too trusting of themselves.

He looked at Zhao Min and noticed that there was a hint of resentment in her eyes when she said those words.

That look really did have a hint of coquettishness.

Zhao Min's coquettish manner at this moment is completely different from her previous pretense.

The feeling was so natural, just like the real thing.

Xiao Yaoqing stared at her for several moments, wondering to himself, "Why is this girl acting more and more strange?"

But he still went along with it, saying, "The princess has only learned the moves of various martial arts schools. To truly master them, she still needs to hone her skills through actual combat."

That's pure fabrication.

He just said a few polite words to make Zhao Min happy.

Zhao Min stared at him with a hint of doubt in her eyes and asked, "Really?"

Xiao Yaoqing nodded: "Really."

She looked at him intently again before saying, "Okay, I'll trust you this once."

After saying that, "slap!"

He snapped his folding fan shut and pointed it at the restaurant in front of him: "The Emei Sect members are inside. If we go in, we'll definitely have to make a move."

"If you don't help me this time, I'll punish you!"

"Punish me?"

Xiao Yaoqing subconsciously repeated the sentence.

Zhao Min nodded: "That's right!"

"Then I'll punish you... punish you..."

She thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a punishment, then suddenly blurted out, "My punishment is that you have to follow me around all the time, never leaving my side!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and walked into the restaurant.

Xiao Yaoqing stood there, stunned: !!

What the hell? I'm being punished by being forced to follow her around all the time?

Do I have to follow you to the toilet and shower?

But this punishment was truly fatal for him.

He even wanted to sneak around to find the Bitter Monk and Cheng Kun, shake hands, and copy some of their martial arts skills.

Seeing Zhao Min leave so decisively, Xiao Yaoqing felt a little helpless.

It seems there's no room for negotiation on this.

What else can we do?

Let's get started.

Xiao Yaoqing gritted his teeth and followed.

Zhao Min went first, and he went up to the second floor one after the other.

As soon as he reached the stairwell, Xiao Yaoqing saw several girls dressed in white, each with an ethereal beauty.

They wore white gauze dresses, with a dot of cinnabar between their eyebrows.

The sword beside him is the symbol of the Emei Sect.

Xiao Yaoqing's gaze fell on one of the girls wearing a pink gauze dress.

The girl looks to be only sixteen or seventeen years old.

Her skin was as smooth as a baby's, and her features were exquisite, making it hard not to take a second look.

She is both beautiful and graceful.

That girl was incredibly beautiful, with a delicate, pitiful quality in her eyes that made everyone want to protect her.

No need to guess, it must be Zhou Zhiruo from the Emei Sect.

Xiao Yaoqing glanced at her and muttered to himself, "Zhang Wuji is really lucky. How come all these beautiful girls seem to be bewitched and have their eyes on him?"

A thought popped into his head—could he take this opportunity to get some benefits?

He had thought about this. The original novel clearly stated that when Zhou Zhiruo was a child, she met the injured Zhang Wuji, but after only a few days, Zhang Sanfeng sent her to Emei Mountain. They didn't see each other for over a decade afterward, yet the girl always said, "I've only ever known Brother Wuji."

.

This is absolutely unreasonable.

The more Xiao Yaoqing thought about it, the more convinced he became that Zhang Wuji was probably also cheated, the kind with a system. He didn't care why Zhou Zhiruo was so devoted to that kid; it was none of his business anyway.

At this moment, Zhao Min spotted the Emei women, a smile on her lips, and strode forward to greet them.

She snapped open her fan, a sly glint in her eyes: "Gentlemen, you're from the Emei Sect, aren't you?"

The girls in white and Zhou Zhiruo looked up together. One of them nodded and said, "That's right, we are from Emei. Who are you?"

Zhao Min grinned: "Ming Cult, Fiery Banner."

"What?!"

The faces of the several Emei girls changed instantly, and their hands unconsciously reached for the hilts of their swords.

But Zhao Min attacked before she could finish speaking.

She closed her folding fan, aimed it hard at the chest of a girl in front of her, then turned and kicked her. The girl flew through the air, crashing through a restaurant window and falling onto the street.

The remaining girls reacted quickly, drawing their swords and rushing towards Zhao Min.

Unfortunately, his skills were far inferior, and he was easily defeated by Zhao Min in just a few moves.

A gleaming longsword suddenly thrust towards Zhao Min with terrifying speed.

Zhao Min narrowly dodged.

The one wielding the sword was Zhou Zhiruo. Her brows were furrowed, and she asked sharply, "What right do you have to be so ruthless towards my Emei sect?"

Even when she was being angry, Zhou Zhiruo's voice still carried a heart-wrenching quality.

Xiao Yaoqing clicked his tongue in amazement.

Zhao Min curled her lips into a slight smile, her tone light and airy:

"Aren't you six major sects going to besiege my Bright Peak? What does it matter if I kill a few Emei disciples?"

Zhou Zhiruo gripped her longsword, her voice as cold as ice:

"I'm right here today, and you're not going to touch another person."

As soon as she finished speaking, she charged forward with murderous intent.

The two women ended up fighting in the restaurant.

The shop was long gone. Ordinary people wouldn't dare watch such a spectacle. If martial arts masters were to fight, even a single sword strike could cost someone their life.

Only Xiaoyao, holding his sword and leaning against a pillar, watched with great interest.

Honestly, when two pretty girls fight, as long as they don't pull hair or slap each other, just watching their figures and moves is quite a sight to behold.

Plus, the occasional fragrant breeze wafting by is simply wonderful.

Xiao Yaoqing kept staring at Zhou Zhiruo.

Her steps were light and quick, her clothes fluttering, her strides small but her speed incredibly fast.

Xiao Yaoqing's eyes lit up:

"Is this the swordsmanship of Emei?"

Although he can't steal any tricks from the ascetic monk, if he can get the Emei Sword Technique from Zhou Zhiruo, that would be a win.

The sword in my hand can finally be put to use.

The image of the Nine Forms of the Golden Summit of Mount Emei has already begun to appear in my mind.

He remembered clearly that when Zhao Min's internal energy was insufficient, she relied on this set of Golden Summit Nine Forms to fight back and forth with Chen Youliang's two or three moves of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

At this moment, Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Min were still fighting.

Zhao Min was unarmed and was clearly at a disadvantage.

As she dodged, she caught a glimpse of Xiao Yaoqing still standing by, sword in hand, watching the spectacle. A surge of anger welled up within her.

Did he hear what I said outside just now?

Taking advantage of the opening, Zhao Min turned her head and shouted:

"Xiao Yaoqing!"

Xiao Yaoqing then came to his senses, a strange expression appearing on his face.

Alright, in order to obtain the Nine Golden Peaks Forms and to regain my freedom.

He moved his feet and used half of the Lingbo Weibu technique.

In the blink of an eye, he was already standing in front of Zhou Zhiruo.

Zhou Zhiruo's pupils contracted.

This guy was watching the show from ten steps away just now, and in the blink of an eye he's right in front of me.

"Wow, that's fast!"

She couldn't help but blurt it out.

Xiao Yaoqing's expression was somewhat subtle, and he slowly replied:

"Actually, I'm not fast at all... You haven't even tried, how can you say I'm fast?"

Zhao Min: ? ? ?

Zhou Zhiruo: ? ? ?

Zhao Min frowned and called out, "Xiao Yaoqing, what are you dawdling for? Deal with this woman right now!"

Xiao Yaoqing was well aware of the boundaries that couldn't be crossed.

However, Zhou Zhiruo didn't understand what he meant at all. Seeing the two of them standing together, it was obvious that they were in cahoots.

With a flick of her wrist, the tip of her sword was aimed directly at Xiao Yaoqing.

But the next second, Xiao Yaoqing's figure slowly faded in front of her, as if it had been blown away by the wind.

"Where did you go?"

Zhou Zhiruo's heart skipped a beat, and she panicked a little.

Zhao Min narrowed her eyes and muttered under her breath, "That weird footwork again?"

An unseen opponent is the most terrifying.

Zhou Zhiruo instinctively wanted to back away.

But at that moment, she suddenly felt a warmth coming from the small hand holding the sword.

My own hand was being firmly held by a large hand.

Zhou Zhiruo's face flushed bright red, and she bit her lip, shouting, "Let go!"

No one knew when, but Xiao Yaoqing had already moved close to Zhou Zhiruo's side and was holding her hand tightly.

"Let me go!"

Zhou Zhiruo's face was burning hot, and her voice was trembling.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free; she struggled for a long time, but the hand didn't budge.

Xiao Yaoqing knew that his actions were a bit outrageous, but if he wanted to replicate Zhou Zhiruo's martial arts, what else could he do but touch her?

Touching each other in the face? That's even more absurd!

When Zhao Min saw Xiao Yaoqing holding Zhou Zhiruo's hand, her brows furrowed slightly, and an inexplicable awkwardness welled up in her heart.

Xiao Yaoqing spoke up: "Young lady, don't always shout about fighting and killing. This thing is too dangerous. I'll keep it for you for now."

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhou Zhiruo felt her hand lighten slightly.

Her sword had been taken away by Xiao Yaoqing at some point.

"you--"

A hint of panic flashed in Zhou Zhiruo's eyes.

He took several steps back, his face ashen.

In just a few exchanges, she could see that the gap between herself and the man in front of her was frighteningly large.

This person didn't look much older than me, but standing in front of him felt like facing an insurmountable mountain.

She even felt that she could be killed if the other party just moved a finger.

What annoyed her most was: "This guy actually touched my hand! Even Brother Wuji didn't touch it!"

In the end, Zhou Zhiruo was just a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl.

At this moment, Xiao Yaoqing had no idea what she was thinking.

Zhao Min's voice turned cold: "Xiao Yaoqing, do it, kill her."

Xiao Yaoqing was stunned.

Kill Zhou Zhiruo?

Something's not right with this plot.

According to the original plan, shouldn't Zhao Min have let her return to Emei to report the news and throw the dirty water on the Ming Cult?

He turned around with a suspicious look on his face, only to meet the clear anger in Zhao Min's eyes.

That murderous intent was definitely not feigned.