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

Chapter 40

At this moment, Zhou Zhiruo stared at Xiao Yaoqing, who was wearing a mask, her eyes shimmering with a light that shouldn't have been on Xiao Yaoqing.

Xiao Yaoqing remembered seeing that kind of radiance only when Zhou Zhiruo was completely smitten with Zhang Wuji.

However, Xiao Yaoqing was focused on fighting and didn't notice this at all.

But the moment Xiao Yaoqing appeared, the situation on the table changed instantly.

A sharp whistle rang out.

The opponents who were just fighting to the death with the Emei Sect, Abbess Miejue, Bitter Monk, and Yuchi Feng immediately retreated.

The two sides quickly separated, standing about ten meters apart, and began to confront each other.

The previously chaotic battle suddenly froze.

Abbess Miejue suddenly turned her head, her gaze fixed on Xiao Yaoqing.

It's that masked guy who slapped her twice yesterday.

She frowned, her voice low and deep:

"Is it you?"

To be honest, even though Xiao Yaoqing was just standing there quietly, Abbess Miejue had a feeling that this kid was even more troublesome than those ruthless characters of unknown origin on the other side.

Yu Chifeng and Ku Toutuo exchanged a glance, and the two moved in unison, standing on either side of Xiao Yaoqing behind him.

The entire battlefield instantly fell into an indescribable silence.

Having just escaped danger, the Emei women retrieved their swords and slowly gathered around Abbess Miejue. But their bright eyes remained fixed on Xiao Yaoqing.

Now, not only Zhou Zhiruo felt a little strange, but even the other Emei disciples looked at Xiao Yaoqing with a hint of admiration.

After all, they almost couldn't hold on just now.

Even with help from others, the situation did not improve.

But when this masked young hero appeared, he was like a god descending from the clouds, quickly taking down most of the enemy's men and forcing them to retreat.

He stood there quietly with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering, as if nothing had happened.

Zha Yadu slumped to the ground, supporting himself with his hands at his sides, staring at Xiao Yaoqing's back with despair in his eyes.

Only now did he truly see the distance between himself and Xiao Yaoqing.

With his current abilities, what does Xiao Yaoqing have to compete with others?

No wonder people don't even bother to look at him properly.

But beneath the despair lurked a deep-seated hatred.

Indeed, in his heart, he had already regarded Xiao Yaoqing as his mortal enemy:

"I can't beat you, but others can. If one isn't enough, then a whole group will. We'll kill you!"

Sigh, being a simp isn't scary, what's scary is when a simp thinks they can turn things around.

The Abbess Miejue's hand trembled slightly as she held the Heaven-Slaying Sword; her voice was as cold as a knife.

"Have you been following us?"

Instead of thanking Xiao Yaoqing for coming to her rescue, she immediately began to question him.

Zhou Zhiruo panicked and wanted to step forward to say something for Xiao Yaoqing, but Jingxuan grabbed her arm. Jingxuan slowly shook her head at her, her eyes clearly hiding something.

Zhou Zhiruo felt a burning desire in her heart, but she managed to suppress it.

Xiao Yaoqing turned around and shrugged at Abbess Miejue:

Abbess Miejue snorted coldly, glaring at Xiao Yaoqing: "If I really wanted to turn against you, would you still be standing here talking?"

She spoke toughly, but she knew in her heart that Xiao Yaoqing's words were correct.

If he hadn't been reluctant to attack Emei, he could have easily launched a sneak attack. She herself, wielding the Heaven-Slaying Sword, could hold her own against those five experts. But Xiao Yaoqing was different; his internal strength was deeper than hers, and coupled with his miscellaneous martial arts techniques from various sects, if he had really attacked, she would have been dead long ago.

But Abbess Miejue just couldn't stand him.

Emei doesn't accept men, so where did Xiao Yaoqing get the Emei Nine Yang Skill and Snow-Piercing Cloud Palm? He either stole them, or some woman outside fell victim to his evil deeds.

For this reason alone, she couldn't possibly give Xiao Yaoqing a friendly look.

However, she also understood that Xiao Yaoqing's intervention this time had indeed helped Emei. Regardless of his intentions, Abbess Miejue had no real plan to fight him at the moment.

Xiao Yaoqing didn't care about her attitude.

But Yu Chi Feng, standing behind him, couldn't hold back any longer. Pointing at Abbess Miejue, he cursed, "You old thieving nun, we were trying to help you, and you're giving us attitude? Your disciples should have all died under those people's swords just now!"

Upon hearing "old thief nun," Abbess Miejue...

Those three words instantly ignited his fury. He raised his Heaven-Slaying Sword and glared at them: "Did I ask you for help? If you spout any more nonsense, believe me, I'll cut your tongue out right now!"

"you--"

Yu Chifeng wanted to retort.

Xiao Yaoqing waved his hand: "Alright, those people haven't left yet."

That's right.

Although the group of people using strange sword techniques hadn't made a move yet, they were still standing in front, staring at them menacingly.

Just as Xiao Yaoqing stopped Yuchi Feng, a faint sound of string and bamboo instruments drifted from ahead.

Immediately afterwards, pink petals fell from mid-air and slowly drifted away.

Xiao Yaoqing, Yuchi Feng, and the people from the Emei Sect all looked up, their eyes filled with vigilance.

Nobody knows what happened.

Xiao Yaoqing stared at the slowly falling petal, and a strange sense of familiarity suddenly welled up in his heart, as if he had been tickled by something.

"I've definitely seen this scene before! But what exactly is it? I'm almost there, just a little bit more!"

He racked his brains, but the answer was stuck on the tip of his tongue, and he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Just as the first petal touched the ground, a barely audible gust of wind suddenly sounded behind the group of people in white.

Immediately afterwards, a pale yellow figure floated over as lightly and gracefully as a cloud in the sky.

She was a girl wearing a long skirt, the color of which was even simpler than the yellow-clad women of the Ancient Tomb Sect, and a bit lighter than the pale yellow gauze dress worn by Jingxuan.

But once everyone's eyes fell on her face, they couldn't look away.

Her cheeks were still a little chubby, making her look only sixteen or seventeen years old, but her delicate face and her bright, lake-like eyes could steal your soul.

Even with a thin veil covering her face, her captivating charm emanating from her very bones was impossible to conceal.

Zha Yadu, who was slumped on the ground, was completely dumbfounded.

He never knew that there was a woman in the world more beautiful than Zhao Min.

Actually, Zhao Min's beauty is not in the same league as this girl's at all. If you really compare them side by side, neither of them can outshine the other.

In the nearby mountains and forests.

"Snapped!"

"Ouch!"

Zhang Wuji rubbed the back of his head, turned his head and glared at Yin Li, "What are you hitting me for?"

Yin Li said coldly, "Don't look! You're my man now. If you look again, I'll gouge your eyes out."

Zhang Wuji pursed his lips, not daring to argue back.

But out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but glance at the girl who was floating by.

I have to say, this girl is really beautiful.

However, the girl was frowning at the moment, staring at Xiao Yaoqing with a hint of wariness in her eyes.

As soon as she landed, she immediately addressed Xiao Yaoqing: "Who are you? Why are you stopping me? Why won't you show your face?"

Three questions were thrown at me in a row.

Her voice was incredibly soothing, soft and gentle, like cotton candy melting in your ears.

If this voice were to whisper a few words in a man's ear, that man would probably melt into a limp hymen.

Unfortunately, Xiao Yaoqing had no such thoughts at the moment.

He looked at the girl in front of him and retorted directly, "I haven't even asked you yet, and you're already asking me? I'd like to ask you, why did you target the sects of the Central Plains martial arts world?"

Upon hearing Xiao Yaoqing's question, the girl frowned even more deeply.

She seemed to possess an innate arrogance, and was completely unwilling to pay attention to Xiao Yaoqing's questions.

He bluntly stated, "You're not going to talk? Then don't blame me for being impolite."

As soon as the girl finished speaking, she rose into the air and floated towards Xiao Yaoqing.

She wasn't carrying any weapons.

Just those two hands, waving back and forth in mid-air.

Their movements were so light and graceful, it really looked like they were dancing.

But everyone present had a furrowed brow.

The girl appeared to be dancing in mid-air, but the trajectory of her hands was completely unpredictable.

You never know when he might unleash a deadly palm strike.

Xiao Yaoqing dared not be careless in the slightest.

To be honest, the first thought that popped into his mind when he saw the other person's gesture was the Nine Yin Manual.

He suspected that the woman was probably from the same group as the woman in the yellow shirt.

When the woman in the yellow dress first appeared, she must have been at least twenty years old.

The little girl in front of me looks significantly younger.

But then I thought about it again, and the people of the Ancient Tomb Sect, even though Little Dragon Girl is quite old, she still looks like a young girl.

The problem is, this girl's aura has no hint of coldness or gloom.

At that moment, the girl floated right in front of him.

The palm strike suddenly changed, heading straight for Xiao Yaoqing's heart.

Xiao Yaoqing didn't have time to think. He gripped the hilt of his sword with his right hand and positioned it directly in the path of the girl's attack.

"Snap—"

A crisp impact.

The back of his hand met the other person's palm.

A sharp pain suddenly shot up, and Xiao Yaoqing felt as if the back of his hand was being torn apart.

Immediately afterwards, the pure internal energy he had cultivated for thirty years exploded within him.

The girl also felt a tremendous force coming towards her palm.

The two bounced back at the same time, each taking five or six steps.

But just then, a system notification sounded in Xiao Yaoqing's mind:

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully copied the supreme martial art—Transferring Flowers and Jade!]

Xiao Yaoqing was completely dumbfounded.

"What the hell?!"

He didn't try to keep his voice down and blurted it out.