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

To be honest, at that moment, Lianxing had a thought pop into her head—to kidnap Zhao Min and force her to reveal how to restore her limbs. After all, in her opinion, Zhao Min's skills were so poor that she could be taken down with a single finger.

But then she thought, Xiao Yaoqing is now that woman's subordinate. If she really harms Zhao Min, will Xiao Yaoqing turn on her?

Another question popped into her mind, and she turned to stare at Xiao Yaoqing: "Brother, that Zhao woman is at most an ordinary expert, and the guys around her aren't much better. Why are you willing to be her follower?"

In Lianxing's eyes, although she hadn't quite grasped how strong Xiao Yaoqing really was, his skills—the perfected and perfected Shifting Flowers and Jade, Heart-Shattering Palm, and Lotus Palm—were enough to make him invincible throughout the martial arts world. Why should someone like that be manipulated by others?

She was convinced that Xiao Yaoqing could act with impunity. But Xiao Yaoqing himself had no concept of martial arts prowess and had no idea what level he had reached.

In Lianxing's words, the Xuanming Elders and the Bitter Monk were all "minor characters."

But then I thought about it again, and it was Lianxing who said that, so it wasn't surprising.

Xiao Yaoqing was taken aback by the question; it was indeed true.

Xiao Yaoqing's initial idea was simple—to hide in the Ruyang Prince's Mansion and wait until the Yuan Dynasty collapsed.

But now?

He and Zhao Min had even done things like passing on their skills to each other, so things were no longer the same as before.

To be honest, Xiao Yaoqing himself felt quite helpless.

He turned to look at Lianxing, a smile that was hard to decipher, and asked, "Guess why?"

Lianxing stared at him for a few seconds, her expression slowly turning strange: "You're not after the court behind her, are you?"

"You want to be the court's lackey? I don't believe it."

When she said the last three words, her tone was resolute.

Lianxing simply couldn't believe that her newly recognized godbrother could be such a spineless person.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, and her right hand trembled slightly involuntarily.

During her previous surveillance, she had already ascertained Zhao Min's influence in the court—it was no ordinary amount.

But just now, after Xiao Yaoqing said those treasonous words, this woman didn't even hesitate and immediately sided with Xiao Yaoqing, going against that so-called little prince.

"Could it be...?"

Thinking of this, Lianxing felt a slight chill in her heart.

She tentatively asked, "It's not because of that woman, is it?"

"Brother, what's your relationship with that woman? She's not my sister-in-law, is she?"

When Lianxing asked the second question, she had a relaxed smile on her face, and her tone was somewhat ambiguous.

But only she knew that her relaxed demeanor was a forced act.

Upon hearing this question, Xiao Yaoqing's gaze drifted to Zhao Min's retreating figure in the distance.

sister in law?

"Oh……"

He chuckled softly and said to Lianxing, "If that's how you want to think, that's fine too."

"Wh...what?!"

Lianxing was stunned!

I felt like I'd been struck by lightning!

Although Xiao Yaoqing didn't say it outright, his meaning was clearly one of tacit agreement!

Although Lianxing had already prepared herself mentally.

But now that she has heard Xiao Yaoqing admit it with her own ears, she still can't accept it.

A faint chill instantly enveloped her once burning heart.

Xiao Yaoqing didn't notice Lianxing's unusual behavior at all. He looked at Zhao Min and her group in the distance and said, "You should go back to town first. Given your current status, we can't let them see you too soon."

"I have to go back and report."

After saying that, he raised his hand and rubbed Lianxing's head, who was still there.

Then, with a light leap, he floated towards Zhao Min in the distance.

Lianxing stood frozen in place, her eyes fixed on Xiao Yaoqing's back.

Xiao Yaoqing landed steadily beside Zhao Min.

Zhao Min instinctively grabbed Xiao Yaoqing's arm and asked him urgently if he was injured or in danger.

A cold glint flashed in Lianxing's eyes.

The power of the Heart-Shattering Palm technique condensed and took shape in her palm.

She almost wanted to send a telekinetic attack and cripple the woman who was stealing her man.

But when her gaze fell on Xiao Yaoqing's face, Lianxing forcefully suppressed her palm strike.

A strange pang of sadness welled up in my heart.

She thought to herself: If I really hurt her, how upset would Xiao Yaoqing be? Would he blame me? Would he never want to see me again?

The moment this thought popped into her head, even Lianxing herself was startled.

This is the biggest difference between her and her sister, Yaoyue.

If it were Yaoyue, would she care whether Xiao Yaoqing was hurt or not?

Yaoyue's plan was simple—first kill Zhao Min, then focus all her efforts on killing Xiao Yaoqing.

If you can't have something, you'd rather destroy it.

Isn't Yaoyue from the original work just this kind of person?

Lianxing sighed, knowing perfectly well what was going on.

She had only known Xiao Yaoqing for a short time, and frankly, her feelings for him were unrequited.

Perhaps in Xiao Yaoqing's eyes, she was just a younger sister.

But just then, her cool little heart warmed up again.

Watching Xiao Yaoqing's retreating figure, Lianxing felt a surge of resentment.

"So what if someone comes later? Who says they can't turn things around?"

As she pondered this, a defiant light ignited in her eyes.

She quietly concealed her presence, preparing to leave and return to the small town.

After all, Xiao Yaoqing already knew who she was, so there was no point in her following her secretly anymore.

But she admitted that Xiao Yaoqing was right—she couldn't reveal her identity to Zhao Min.

For no other reason than that woman could help her restore her limbs, she had to keep it a secret.

The poor star had only drifted a short distance before it stopped again.

She turned her head and glanced at Zhao Min and Xiao Yaoqing's group, who were acting suspiciously.

A mischievous smile curled at the corners of his lips as he muttered under his breath:

"Sneaking around like that, they're definitely up to no good."

"How dare you try to steal someone from me? How can I let you have your way?"

After saying that, she slowly turned her slender right hand and lightly pushed a palm towards Zhao Min and Xiao Yaoqing.

This palm strike wasn't very powerful, and it wasn't aimed at them personally.

The commotion in front of the bushes made everyone hold their breath.

Xiao Yaoqing had just returned to Zhao Min's group, still a hundred paces away, when they spotted him.

After all, he didn't deliberately hide his whereabouts.

When he landed beside Zhao Min, she grabbed his arm urgently and asked in a low voice:

"Xiao Yaoqing, are you alright? How's that old bastard Cheng Kun?"

Zha Yadu, who was hiding nearby, saw this scene and his eyes almost bled as he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

Xiao Yaoqing reached out and gently patted the back of Zhao Min's hand.

Zha Yadu almost pounced on Xiao Yaoqing and bit him on the neck.

But he held back—in his eyes, Xiao Yaoqing was already a dead man.

When will you die?

We'll talk about it when we get back to Dadu.

Xiao Yaoqing lowered his voice and said to Zhao Min:

I'll tell you the details later.

After all, Cheng Kun was Yuanzhen of Shaolin, and he even wanted to blow up Bright Peak, causing the six major sects to perish together with the Ming Cult—this matter is too complicated to explain.

At this moment, "ping-pong"

The sounds of weapons clashing were still ringing out.

The large platform of Bright Summit in the distance.

The seven wounded masters of the Ming Cult, along with other members suffering varying degrees of injury, sat beneath the Ming Cult's enormous emblem, watching the battle with worried expressions.

Although Xiao Yaoqing had never met these people before.

But relying on his memory, he could still recognize who was who.

For example, the white-haired old man whose left shoulder was pierced by a sword right now is none other than Yin Tianzheng, the White-browed Eagle King.

The middle-aged man holding the sword hilt was none other than Zhang Wuji's seventh uncle, Mo Shenggu.

Mo Shenggu slowly drew his longsword, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Yin Tianzheng, and said with a hint of apology:

"Senior Yin showed mercy, and I, Mo Shenggu, am deeply grateful."

Then, an older swordsman stepped out from the Wudang sect's formation.

He held up a bottle of wound medicine and said to the White-browed Eagle King:

"Song Yuanqiao of Wudang greets the White-Browed Eagle King. Senior, please heal your wounds first."

The White-browed Eagle King refused without even thinking.

Song Yuanqiao put away the medicine bottle, bowed to Yin Tianzheng, and said:

"Then let Song Yuanqiao experience Senior Yin's superior skills."

Just then, a loud and powerful voice rang out:

"The Wudang Sect, as a prestigious and righteous sect, uses a series of attacks against an injured old man. What kind of code of conduct is that?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent.

Then, a young man in tattered clothes slowly walked out of the crowd.

Behind him followed a beautiful girl with exotic features, who called out anxiously:

"Young Master!"

No need to guess, this person is none other than the legendary Zhang Wuji.

Beside Xiao Yaoqing, Zhao Min frowned and muttered something under her breath.

"This kid... he looks kind of familiar?"

Xiao Yaoqing heard this, his lips curled slightly, but he didn't reply.

Song Yuanqiao from Wudang smoothly smoothed things over, saying a few nice words and adopting the demeanor of a prestigious sect, before leading Mo Shenggu back to the arena.

Zhang Wuji stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the six major sects, and said loudly:

"Since Senior Yin is injured, I would like to learn from your skills!"

Seeing this scene, Xiao Yaoqing's smile deepened, and he casually remarked:

"Alright, Zhang Wuji is about to start showing off."

"Pretending to beep?"

Zhao Min looked bewildered, but quickly realized what was happening. Her eyes widened. "Xiao Yaoqing, you're saying he's Zhang Wuji?!"

In that very instant.

Xiao Yaoqing's heart skipped a beat; he sensed something was wrong.

Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind suddenly swept over.

The bushes in front of him and Zhao Min rustled loudly in the wind, their branches swaying wildly.

The strange thing is that there was no wind at all on the entire Bright Summit, but this area was blown around like it was hit by a typhoon.

The expressions of the two Xuanming elders changed instantly.

Lu Zhangke lowered his voice and shouted:

"Oh no, someone's trying to sell us out!"

"Princess, retreat immediately!!"

Unfortunately, it's too late.

The martial arts masters on the platform below all turned their heads at once, their gazes piercing like knives.

The voice of Abbot Kongwen of Shaolin Temple reverberated through the mountains and forests.

"Who's hiding in the shadows spying? Is this the behavior of a martial arts hero?"

"Oh no!"

Zhao Min and her group felt a sinking feeling in their hearts at the same time.

Xiao Yaoqing also frowned.

But he immediately turned his head to look in one direction.

Just then, I caught a glimpse of a white hem of clothing disappearing into the distance.

Xiao Yaoqing's lips twitched, and he sighed helplessly in his heart:

"Lianxing, oh Lianxing..."

What should we do in this situation?

Xiao Yaoqing and Zhao Min exchanged a glance.