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

Zha Ya Du was so angry that his eyes almost popped out, but he didn't even have time to hesitate and immediately spurred his horse to give chase.

The Xuanming Elders, the Bitter Monk, and Yuchi Feng were not so lucky; they could only use their lightness skills to follow along.

The four people used their light-footed skills to chase after it, their eyes fixed on the horse carrying two people, each with a different expression.

The two elders of Xuanming had seen Xiao Yaoqing carry Zhao Min back to her room before, and they weren't surprised at all.

Instead, they acted as if they knew this would happen.

His expression remained unchanged, though he occasionally glanced at Zha Yadu.

But the Bitter Monk and Yuchi Feng were different; their eyes were filled with shock!

Yu Chifeng's eyes still held admiration: "The gang leader is truly amazing! He's only known the princess for a few days, and they've already reached this point?"

"As expected of the gang leader!!"

The ascetic was somewhat bewildered.

Another worry weighed on her mind: "Could Xiao Yaoqing really be going to become the son-in-law of the Prince of Ruyang?"

"If that's the case, then my Ming Cult's grand plan..."

That's right. If Xiao Yaoqing becomes the son-in-law of the Prince of Ruyang, he will definitely have to help the Prince of Ruyang quell the rebellion.

If he makes a move, who can stop him?

During today's sword duel, Xiao Yaoqing's superb sword aura had already overwhelmed him.

Not to mention others.

"This Xiao Yaoqing is likely to become a major threat to our Ming Cult."

If Xiao Yaoqing knew that the Bitter Monk was worried about this, he would probably just say, "You're overthinking it."

But he couldn't care less at the moment.

That horse runs incredibly fast!

Horses always seem to bump along, don't they?

When people sit on it, it naturally sways.

The saddle was so small that the two people were squeezed together, practically touching.

Xiao Yaoqing was at the prime of his life, full of youthful vigor.

The picture pasted in front is of a fairy-like girl.

How could something not happen?

Xiao Yaoqing had already closed his eyes, his mind constantly repeating:

"Amitabha Buddha, I didn't feel anything. I was just strolling around the street, I didn't do anything..."

At this moment, Zhao Min suddenly spoke:

"Xiao Yaoqing, your sword hilt is digging into my skin."

Xiao Yaoqing: "Mm."

The group rode their horses for about four or five miles when they spotted a Yuan soldier scout squatting on the ground by the roadside, rummaging through something.

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves, the scout turned around and saw his master had arrived. He quickly clasped his hands in greeting.

Zhao Min reined in the horse, frowning as she stared at the body on the ground.

The dead woman was wearing a white gauze dress and was still holding the Emei Sect's signature longsword.

Emei is dead.

"What happened?"

Zhao Min asked, frowning.

The scout dismounted, knelt on one knee, and bowed, saying, "Your Highness, this is from Emei. It was a fatal blow; the wound resembles a flower petal—it's a sword wound."

"A wound that looks like a flower petal?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Min and Xiao Yaoqing were both stunned and exchanged glances.

Even the two elders of Xuanming and the Bitter Monk who followed behind them showed thoughtful expressions.

It seemed as if he was pondering what kind of sword technique could create petal-shaped wounds. How come he had never heard of it before?

Zhao Min turned her head and asked, "Mr. Lu, do you know which sword-wielding sect could inflict this kind of injury?"

Lu Zhangke stepped forward, cupped his hands, and shook his head: "Your Highness, I have never heard of such a sword technique."

"Could they be members of the Ming Cult?"

Everyone present, except for Xiao Yaoqing, had this thought in their minds.

Zhao Min shook her head: "Let's go take a look first."

"drive!"

At her command, the group spurred their horses forward.

No one noticed that Xiao Yaoqing's expression was a little strange.

He frowned, his mind racing: a sword wound shaped like a petal... why does that sound so familiar?

He did feel like he had heard or seen something similar somewhere before.

But I just couldn't grasp that thought for a while.

I went through all the novels and movies about this world in my mind, but I still couldn't find a corresponding one.

"Could it be... that there's some other unexpected event I'm unaware of?"

Xiao Yaoqing's doubts grew stronger.

Not long after, a woman's shouts and the sounds of clashing weapons came from ahead.

Zhao Min reined in her horse again and said in a deep voice, "Dismount and sneak over to take a look, but don't alert them."

The people behind him clasped their hands in agreement.

Finally, they dismounted.

Putting everything else aside, Xiao Yaoqing felt much more relaxed.

The group moved with lightning speed, stealthily making their way forward, close to the area where the shouts of battle were loudest.

Before long, a wide depression appeared.

Several people squatted on the nearby earthen slope, squinting as they looked down.

Everyone was a little stunned when they saw this.

The people fighting below couldn't even tell who was who.

That's right—on both sides of the battle, apart from Abbess Miejue and her few disciples, the rest were all girls in white dresses.

Moreover, each of these girls is quite beautiful.

Although she can't compare to the level of Zhao Min and Zhou Zhiruo.

But if it were in Xiao Yaoqing's time, those so-called internet celebrity beauties wouldn't even come close.

"Um?"

Zha Yadu spoke first, "Is this a fight among members of the Emei Sect?"

Indeed, both sides were dressed similarly and were holding longswords.

At first glance, it really looks like there's been a falling out within the sect.

But Lu Zhangke shook his head, his tone turning serious: "No. Although they look similar, the sword techniques they use are completely different."

"The swordsmanship of the Emei side is lighter and more agile, more like flying."

Yu Chifeng chimed in, "Brother Lu is right. Emei's internal strength has a masculine energy, while the other approach is as gentle and smooth as jade."

After they finished speaking, they fell silent again.

Everyone's eyes were filled with question marks.

Where did this group of people who attacked Emei come from?

Xiao Yaoqing's face grew increasingly puzzled.

The group of girls who attacked Emei below gave him a particularly familiar feeling.

But he just couldn't remember who they were.

This feeling is exactly the same as when he first transmigrated.

Everything looks familiar, but I just can't quite grasp the essence of it.

He can remember it immediately if someone gives him a hint.

But now, it's stuck there.

At this moment, Hebi Weng, who had been silent until now, spoke up in a low voice: "It seems that the people of Emei can't hold on any longer."

That's right.

The opposing force has fewer members than Emei.

but!

With the help of the Heaven-Slaying Sword, Abbess Miejue was able to fight off five opponents single-handedly and barely gained the upper hand.

Those she personally taught could only manage a draw in a one-on-one match.

As for those ordinary beginners, even in a two-on-one fight, someone will still fall.

It's not that the difference in strength is too great.

It was the swordsmanship on the other side; it was so unpredictable that no pattern could be found.

You could tell from the expressions on the Emei girls' faces that this was the first time they had encountered this kind of fighting style.

Zhao Min suddenly spoke up: "The Emei Sect cannot perish here before even setting foot on Bright Peak."

She knew perfectly well what was going on. Although her goal was to wipe out the entire Central Plains martial arts world, Cheng Kun's scheme for the Ruyang Prince's Mansion was to first pit the six major sects against the Ming Cult to a standstill. If the Emei Sect were crippled now, the plan to besiege Bright Peak would fall through. Even more troublesome was that those wavering sects, seeing the Emei retreat, would likely also back down. At that point, the entire six-sect siege of the Ming Cult might be aborted.

To be honest, no one expected that Emei would encounter this kind of thing.

Even Xiao Yaoqing was dumbfounded—this scene wasn't in the original story at all! He couldn't help but wonder if it was a butterfly effect caused by his own time travel? But if it really was a butterfly effect, why would these people who never appeared in the original story jump out to block his way?

Before he could figure it out, Zhao Min had already spoken.

"Master Ku, Master Yuchi, Xiao Yaoqing and I have already shown our faces in front of Emei, so it's inconvenient for us to show ourselves again."

Zhao Min said calmly, "Mr. Lu and Mr. He are both from the Ruyang Prince's Mansion, so it's even more inappropriate for them. We can only trouble you two to lend a hand to Emei."

Yu Chi Feng and the Bitter Monk exchanged a glance, then clasped their hands in a fist salute to Zhao Min and nodded. Immediately, they lightly touched the ground with their toes, unleashing their lightness skill, and soared into the air.

Zha Yadu suddenly interjected, "Minmin, I'm going too! Although I don't understand why you want to help the Central Plains martial arts world, it's my duty to share your burdens."

That old simp is beyond saving.

Xiao Yaoqing didn't bother to look at him again.

Zhao Min didn't even lift her eyelids, her gaze fixed on the battlefield, her voice completely calm: "You don't need to tell me what you want to do."

"this……"

A hint of unease flashed across Zha Yadu's face, but he still stood up.

This was a great opportunity for him to impress Zhao Min, how could he let it pass?

With a stomp of his foot and a leap of lightness, he was already rushing out.

The ascetic pretended to be mute and couldn't speak.

Yu Chi Feng didn't care about anything else and shouted from afar, "Abbess Miejue, we've come to your aid!"

Three figures simultaneously charged into the battle.

This roar stunned everyone present.

The Emei Sect members were also bewildered. Abbess Miejue frowned deeply—she didn't recognize any of these three people, and her companions were even more clueless.

The problem is that as soon as these three people entered the arena, they went straight for their opponents.

The people of Emei finally breathed a sigh of relief and quickly focused their attention on dealing with the current battle situation.

But among the three who had just broken in, the rookie Zha Yadu was an exception.

He soon discovered that his opponent's swordsmanship was extremely unorthodox.

From a distance, I only thought the moves looked pretty good as they floated around.

Now that I've fought it myself, I realize that this swordsmanship has an inexplicable strangeness about it.

Especially the ascetic Fan Yao, whose swordsmanship was superb, now had a look of surprise and doubt in his eyes, and muttered to himself:

"What kind of sword is this?"

"I've been wandering around for so many years, and I've never seen such swordsmanship before!"

"It's colorful and chaotic, seemingly without any order, yet you can't find any loopholes."

"Could it be that some reclusive old sect is planning to make a comeback?"

The existence of reclusive sects is indeed true in the martial arts world.

For example, the Ancient Tomb School.

That girl in yellow is the descendant of the ancient tomb.

After the Condor Heroes retired from the martial arts world, the Ancient Tomb Sect went silent.

But this does not mean that the sect has been extinct.

Thinking of this, the ascetic monk became extremely vigilant.

As he fought, he pondered the sword technique he had never seen before.

At this moment, Lu Zhangke, standing some distance away, frowned and muttered in a low voice:

"Even with Master Ku and Master Yuchi on the field, the effect wasn't very good."

"As for that guy with the sharp teeth, tsk..."

The two elders of Xuanming looked at the Zaya Du running around wildly, and their expressions became strange.