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

indeed.

His skill in stabbing teeth is not as good as Zhao Min's.

He could barely manage a draw against a beginner in the Emei sect.

So when he went to the battlefield, he was basically just a gofer.

I was almost chopped up with a knife several times.

On two other occasions, it was women from Emei who rescued him.

Zayadu was in a complete panic right now, regretting it to the core:

Why the hell would I show off like that?!

Bitter Monk and Yuchi Feng are also struggling to hold on.

The Bitter Monk could fight three people at once, barely managing to break even.

The main reason was that he wasn't using his full strength; he wanted to figure out his opponent's sword techniques.

Yu Chi Feng was outmatched; he was already weaker than Ku Toutuo, and he struggled against three opponents.

At this moment, Hebi Weng spoke:

"Princess, why don't we go up? Otherwise, if the young prince dies here, you won't be able to explain it to him."

Zhao Min's eyes flashed with a gloomy light, and also carried a hint of anger:

"This good-for-nothing, does he really think he's a top-tier expert?"

She was naturally cursing Zha Yadu.

To be honest, she wished that Zayadu would just die right there.

But this guy came with her to quell the rebellion. Even if he really died at the hands of the martial arts world, and she could clear herself of all responsibility, how would her father explain it to the court? Would the Seventh Prince give him a friendly look?

You're dreaming.

Zhao Min hesitated for a moment before speaking softly:

"Gentlemen, if you make a move, that old nun will recognize you as people from my Ruyang Prince's Mansion at a glance. You know what kind of temperament Abbess Miejue has."

That's right, that makes sense.

Yuan people running over to help? How could Abbess Miejue possibly believe that people from the north had such good intentions? It would only make things more complicated.

The two elders of Xuanming knew this as well, and remained silent.

Then, Xiao Yaoqing blurted out:

"Or should I go?"

He sounded quite relaxed.

It wasn't because he was Zhao Min's sycophant and wanted to share her burdens. Nor did he care whether Zha Yadu would die. What did it matter to him whether that guy lived or died?

His eyes were shining.

They were eyeing the group of girls on the other side, whose sects they didn't know.

Of course, it's not because of some old pervert.

It's their swordsmanship!

Yes, it can be copied!

If he could get his hands on it, he could finally unsheathe that unknown sword in his hand!

"no."

Zhao Min flatly refused, shaking her head directly:

"The people of Emei now see you as a villain from the Ming Cult. If you go and help them, do you think they'll believe you?"

That makes sense.

But Xiao Yaoqing was quite confident and shook his head:

"Don't worry, I have a way."

After saying that, he took out the mask he had prepared beforehand and pulled it down on his face.

"Isn't that enough?"

Zhao Min: (￣_￣)

"How could they not recognize you like that?"

Xiao Yaoqing: (￣_￣)

"They didn't even see through your disguise as a man, so what am I?"

Zhao Min immediately defended herself:

"This is a disguise! A disguise!"

Disguise my ass.

What man has such well-developed pectoral muscles and such fair skin? Isn't that blatant lying?

Xiao Yaoqing nodded perfunctorily:

"Yes, yes, it's a disguise technique."

After saying that, without waiting for Zhao Min to stop him again, he leaped into the air.

"Eh!"

Zhao Min's heart tightened; unable to stop him, she could only shout urgently:

Be careful! Be safe!

This concern came a bit suddenly.

Zhao Min's action was completely subconscious.

She, who had just been standing by watching the commotion, was now filled with anxiety, staring intently at the figure on the field, fearing that Xiao Yaoqing would not be able to withstand the onslaught of those girls.

On the other hand, Xiao Yaoqing's exposed eyes gleamed with excitement, and he muttered, "Swordsmanship, just wait and see!"

He looked exactly like a pervert.

When Xiao Yaoqing rushed in, he didn't shout out his name like Yu Chifeng did. Although he didn't utter a sound, he made quite a commotion.

Using the light-footed skill of "Swallow Returns," he swept into the battle circle like a flying bird.

Do you remember that palm technique that descended from the sky?

It's not some kind of Tathagata Palm.

It's that move from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms—Flying Dragon in the Sky!

The air suddenly became heavy, and a faint, low tremor could be heard, like the roar of a dragon emerging from the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a dragon-shaped phantom formed from true energy crashed straight down from the sky.

"boom--"

A loud explosion occurred.

The unknown female warriors who were attacking the Emei sect had no time to react and were instantly blasted away. All five of them crashed to the ground, blood streaming from their mouths and noses.

This is the power of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

They were completely unprepared; how could they possibly withstand it?

Xiao Yaoqing had absolutely no intention of showing any pity or tenderness towards women.

The Emei disciples who had been rescued, seeing that they were saved, quickly clasped their hands in a gesture of respect to Xiao Yaoqing, their eyes filled with gratitude, and said, "Thank you so much for your help, great hero!"

A great hero?

This was the first time Xiao Yaoqing had ever heard someone call him that.

Hmm... to be honest, it feels pretty good.

At this moment, the other members of the Emei Sect also noticed the commotion.

Especially the disciples, upon seeing this masked, unfamiliar young swordsman, were first stunned, then their expressions changed drastically, and they exclaimed, "It's you, you thief?!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than all of his disciples simultaneously abandoned their opponents, drew their swords, and charged toward Xiao Yaoqing.

Seeing this from afar, Zhao Min suddenly stood up, stamping her feet in frustration: "I told you not to go!"

As she spoke, she drew her sword and used her light-footed skills to rush over and save the person.

The two elders of Xuanming stopped her, lowering their voices to advise, "Princess, you can't go out now. If Master Xiao really gets into trouble, the two of us will go to his rescue!"

Seeing Xiao Yaoqing surrounded, Zhao Min even forgot about her plan to quell the rebellion.

This is what it means to be mentally disturbed.

Of course, there was one other person who was also confused.

That was Zhou Zhiruo.

The moment she saw Xiao Yaoqing appear, her eyes lit up uncontrollably, filled with surprise.

She immediately cried out, "Senior sister! No!"

—His first reaction was to stop his fellow disciples.

What are these women from the Emei Sect worrying about?

Xiao Yaoqing doesn't need their help at all.

He used a semi-divine, light-footed movement to dodge all attacks, casually uttering, "Don't worry, I'm not here to cause trouble!"

After saying that, he left the group of women aside and charged at the group of guys from the unknown sect again.

He gathered his inner strength in both hands.

The next second, a dragon's roar exploded.

The opening stance of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms – The Dragon Regrets!

"Puff puff puff puff!"

A series of muffled thuds exploded.

There were four or five more people on the other side, who flew backwards like kites with broken strings.

Everyone present was stunned by what they saw.

A horse-drawn carriage was hidden in the distant mountains and forests.

Three people were lying down next to the carriage.

Ding Minjun, pale-faced; Yin Li, whose acupoints were sealed; and Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji couldn't help but mutter to himself, "What kind of martial arts is this?"

Yin Li, standing nearby, was taken aback: "This... looks like the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms? He's even mastered the Beggars' Sect's ultimate technique?"

76 How could this Abbess Miejue be so ungrateful?

"The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?"

Zhang Wuji's tone carried a hint of uncertainty.

He has never even seen what the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms look like.

As for why Yin Li recognized him...

She probably saw a lot of Golden Flower Granny on Ling Snake Island.

But Ding Minjun's brows were furrowed, her eyes full of contemplation: "Hmm—this person's back view looks more and more familiar to me?"

Of course she had seen Xiao Yaoqing's back.

It was back when I was chasing after Zhao Min.

Xiao Yaoqing stood next to Zhao Min.

However, she was too deeply poisoned at the time and did not fight with Zhao Min and the others, so she did not have a deep impression of them.

The battle continues in the depression below.

With Xiao Yaoqing's appearance, the women of the Emei Sect felt much less pressure.

But the sounds of clashing weapons didn't stop.

On the other side, Zhou Zhiruo and Jingxuan were struggling to withstand the combined attack of three people on the other side.

The opponent's swordsmanship was too unorthodox, catching them off guard from the very beginning.

There were still many people around, so Jingxuan and Zhou Zhiruo could only fight and retreat.

"what!"

A scream.

Jingxuan's arm, which was holding the sword, was cut open.

Blood dripped down, and the longsword slipped from his hand.

Seizing the opportunity, the opponent thrust the tip of their sword directly towards Jingxuan's throat.

"Senior sister! Watch out!"

Seeing that her senior sister was about to die, Zhou Zhiruo rushed to save her.

But she took a hard slap on the back.

He staggered and fell right at Jingxuan's feet.

The long sword that was originally aimed at Jingxuan's throat is now pointed at Zhou Zhiruo.

Zhou Zhiruo watched helplessly as the murderous aura emanating from the sword's blade stung the skin on her neck.

She knew in her heart that she probably couldn't escape this ordeal today.

A bitter smile forced a corner of her mouth as she slowly closed her eyes, waiting for death to take her away.

But the moment he closed his eyes, Zhang Wuji's face suddenly flashed into his mind.

However, Zhang Wuji's shadow only lingered for a fleeting moment before being overshadowed by someone else.

Moreover, the image of this person was etched deeper and deeper into Zhou Zhiruo's mind, not only not becoming blurred, but gradually becoming clearer.

When she finally saw whose face it was—

A gust of biting cold wind suddenly swept past my ears.

Immediately afterwards, I heard a "ding".

A crisp sound.

Then came another scream.

That scream wasn't her own, nor was it Jingxuan's behind her; it came from the guy opposite her.

Zhou Zhiruo's eyes widened suddenly.

She saw that the opponent who had almost killed her was holding a broken sword.

Blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth, and his face was deathly pale. He kept backing away.

"What...what's going on?"

Zhou Zhiruo turned her head and her gaze immediately locked onto the masked man.

In that instant, her eyes suddenly reddened, her heart pounded, and only one thought surged through her mind:

"It was him! He saved me!"

This person was Xiao Yaoqing.

He held a sword that was still sheathed in his right hand, the tip of which was pointing crookedly in this direction.

Just now, he used the Zhongchong Sword from the Six Meridians Divine Sword to pull Zhou Zhiruo back from the brink of death.

Of course, he didn't save the person out of pity.

The key point is that he has already started fighting with the other party, and it's clear that he's here to help the Emei Sect.

According to Zhao Min's plan, Emei cannot afford to lose any more people.

So even if it wasn't Zhou Zhiruo who was in imminent danger, Xiao Yaoqing would still save her.

But ironically, the one standing under that sword was Zhou Zhiruo.