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

Zhao Min turned to look at the Xuanming Elders, the Bitter Monk, and Yuchi Feng, who had just escaped with his life, and said:

"Alright, let's go out then."

She never expected it to turn out this way.

If she had known this would happen, she would never have come to peek.

What else can we do now?

Xiao Yaoqing could only sigh inwardly.

It seems the plot is about to completely diverge from the original work.

The Yihua Palace has already appeared, what else is there to say?

Zhao Min led the way, and the group of people lightly leaped down to the platform below.

Of course, Zha Yadu was still the same as always, dawdling and arriving last.

Ding Minjun's lips turned pale, her eyes filled with shock, and she blurted out, "You're from the Ming Cult's Fiery Banner?"

Upon hearing this, all six factions were stunned.

On the Ming Cult's side, several high-ranking experts also turned to look. The White-Browed Eagle King's eyes darkened as he swept his gaze over Zhao Min and her group, his eyes filled with scrutiny.

Yang Xiao frowned, his voice low: "Are you all from the Ming Cult? I've never seen you before."

As he spoke, his eyes remained fixed on the masked ascetic, a strange sense of familiarity welling up within him.

"hiss--"

He gasped, muttering to himself, "This guy... I feel like I've seen him somewhere before?"

Of course, that was his brother Fan Yao, with whom he spent every day. However, Fan Yao's face was already disfigured, and Yang Xiao didn't recognize him at first glance.

The White-Browed Eagle King, however, had little patience and coldly snorted, "If I'm not mistaken, those two behind are the Xuanming Elders, aren't they?"

"The Xuanming Elders are clearly Bao Yuan's lackeys, when did they become members of my Ming Cult?"

These words caused an uproar among the six factions.

Song Yuanqiao and Mo Shenggu from Wudang gripped their sword hilts tightly, their eyes fixed warily on the group.

Zhu Yuanzhang and Chang Yuchun, who were behind Yang Xiao, also came up and whispered, "That's right, they are from the Yuan Dynasty. The young man in the black robe is the son of the Seventh Prince of the Yuan Dynasty, named Zha Yadu."

"warehouse--"

In an instant, the weapons of the six major sects were all drawn, and they were all aimed at Zhao Min and her group, their eyes filled with killing intent.

I really just wanted to quietly enjoy the gossip!

Abbess Miejue's gaze was fixed intently on Xiao Yaoqing alone.

In her eyes, Zhao Min and her gang were no match for her; the only real threat was Xiao Yaoqing.

This unease, though inexplicable, felt like a thorn stuck in her heart.

Although she had no evidence, she dared not let her guard down for a moment.

On the Emei Sect's side, everyone drew their swords, but Zhou Zhiruo remained frozen in place.

A look of despair appeared in her eyes.

Was Xiao Yaoqing a person from the Yuan Dynasty?

How could he possibly be a person from the Yuan Dynasty!

What exactly is going on?

Zhou Zhiruo felt a dull pain in her chest, as if someone were gripping her tightly.

Even if Xiao Yaoqing was a certain kind of person, she still felt that she had a chance to be with him.

But he was a lackey of the Yuan Dynasty!

The Yuan Dynasty and the martial arts world of the Central Plains were sworn enemies!

This matter is no longer just about her master; it's a feud involving the entire martial arts world!

Zhou Zhiruo was trembling uncontrollably.

Jingxuan, carrying his longsword, noticed Zhou Zhiruo's state, leaned closer, and glared at her fiercely:

"I'll settle the score with you when we get back!"

To be honest, Jingxuan had a pretty good impression of Xiao Yaoqing after he saved the people from the Emei Sect.

When she guessed that Zhou Zhiruo liked Xiao Yaoqing, she even encouraged Zhiruo to fight for her own happiness.

Who would have thought that this guy was actually a lackey of the Yuan Dynasty!

Why did Zhou Zhiruo have to fall for a Yuan Dynasty man of all people?

This is no longer just a matter of your sect not tolerating you; the entire martial arts world of the Central Plains will not let you off the hook!

Xiao Yaoqing stood opposite Abbess Miejue, not wanting to say a word.

I'm just too lazy to talk about it.

Right now, all he could think about was cursing Lianxing.

I was originally planning to watch Zhang Wuji show off here, but who knew Lianxing would suddenly decide to expose them.

There's no point in watching Zhang Wuji show off anymore.

What should we do now?

This has made him a target for everyone!

Surrounded by masters from the six major sects and the Ming Cult, can they win?

When will Xiao Yaoqing ever get rid of this bad habit—he's always so insecure?

At this moment, Zhao Min, disguised as a man, *slap*

With a snap, the folding fan closed.

He walked out slowly, one hand behind his back.

His expression was calm as he glanced at the various experts from the six major sects and the Ming Cult present.

Then she raised her voice and said:

"We are people of the imperial court, that's right."

"However, we only heard that the six major sects were going to besiege Bright Peak, and we thought it was quite interesting, so we came to see what the commotion was about."

"We have no intention of interfering. If you don't believe me, you can search the surrounding area and see if there are any soldiers of our Great Yuan."

A commotion broke out among the six major sects.

Immediately afterwards, several groups of people disappeared into the formation—clearly, they went to verify the truth of Zhao Min's words.

Not long after, those people returned.

They each shook their heads at their own sect leader, meaning that it was indeed exactly as Zhao Min had said.

Now, the people of the Central Plains martial arts world could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhao Min seized the opportunity and spoke again:

"Now you should believe me, right?"

"Then you guys keep fighting, we're just here to watch the show, just pretend we don't exist."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked back to Xiao Yaoqing's side.

However, the leaders of the six major sects exchanged glances.

Then, Master Kongwen of Shaolin, as the leader, stepped forward with his staff, bowed to Zhao Min in a Buddhist gesture, and said:

"Female benefactor, now that you have come to the territory of the Central Plains martial arts world, you must follow the rules of the Central Plains."

Although Zhao Min was disguised as a man, ordinary people couldn't tell the difference.

But to a true expert, her true gender could not be hidden at all.

Zhao Min snapped her folding fan shut, put her hands behind her back, and looked up at Kong Wen:

"What rules did Abbot Kongwen refer to?"

Kong Wen looked at Zhao Min with a smile on his face:

"Female benefactor, please forgive my bluntness. Your cultivation is not high, so your words naturally lack weight. Why not invite the strongest among you to speak?"

Xiao Yaoqing: ? ? ?

What kind of martial arts rule is this?

Why do you need to consider your abilities before you speak?!

Hmm, but thinking about it more carefully, it makes some sense.

After all, might makes right.

But what's the point of fists if you don't use them?

It seems that these six major sects have no intention of letting go of this group of Yuan Dynasty people who are no longer protected by Yuan soldiers.

Xiao Yaoqing's gaze sharpened as he glanced at Zhao Min, his heart tightening suddenly.

"What are you looking at?!"

Fortunately, Zhao Min only glanced at him before turning her gaze behind her.

Xiao Yaoqing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Bitter Monk looking up at the sky, and Yuchi Gong fiddling with his belt.

Then, he saw that Hebi Weng, one of the Xuanming Elders, was pointing at him and winking at Zhao Min.

Xiao Yaoqing: I'm fucking impressed!

Zhao Min indeed turned to look at him and said:

"Master Xiao, since Abbot Kongwen has brought this up, then..."

To be honest, Zhao Min was also quite worried about Xiao Yaoqing's safety.

The question is, is Xiao Yaoqing safe if he doesn't step forward?

Zhao Min knew in her heart that this matter was unlikely to end well.

It's only a matter of time before they start fighting.

Zhao Min glanced at the group of people she had brought and sighed inwardly.

Among the people they brought, there was a useless idiot who was a liability; the only one who could truly fight was Xiao Yaoqing.

But right now, she really has no other choice.

Xiao Yaoqing was completely numb.

He originally just wanted to be a quiet bystander, watching the show from the sidelines and enjoying the gossip – how comfortable would that be?

But now, all six major sects have their eyes on him.

Especially that Abbess Miejue, her eyes were like knives.

Xiao Yaoqing knew that even if he backed down now, the old woman wouldn't let him go.

He gritted his teeth, turned and glared at Hebi Weng, cursing him inwardly:

"That old bastard, when we get back I'll pluck all his feathers and roast him like a chicken!"

Crane-pen Weng was so frightened by that look that he felt a chill run down his spine and quickly lowered his head, pretending to be dead.

Xiao Yaoqing had no choice but to grit his teeth and move forward.

One person on the field was overjoyed – Zha Yadu.

He thought to himself with a smug smile, "It would be best if I died here, saving me the trouble."

On the Emei Sect's side, Zhou Zhiruo watched Xiao Yaoqing walk out, her eyes filled with worry, and she unconsciously took a step forward.

Jingxuan blocked her way, frowning as he looked at her.

Zhou Zhiruo immediately shut her mouth, not daring to say another word.

Xiao Yaoqing walked in front of Zhao Min, facing the experts from the six major sects.

Everyone stared at him, their eyes filled with surprise.

Because they could not sense any internal energy fluctuations from Xiao Yaoqing.

Xiao Yaoqing looked like an ordinary person; apart from the unknown longsword in his hand, he showed no trace of a martial arts master.

What surprised them even more was that this young man was so young.

He looked to be about the same age as the ragged young man from before.

But the inner strength that young man just displayed was like the Yellow River bursting its banks, surging endlessly.

If they were to actually fight that guy, they would have to be on their guard.

But Xiao Yaoqing in front of him looked like an ordinary citizen.

At this moment, a cold laugh came from the Kunlun Sect's side:

"Hmph! Young lady, are you looking down on our six major sects?"

"I asked you to find someone with real influence, and you brought out an ordinary person with absolutely no inner strength!"

"He Taichong will be the first to disagree!"

Before He Taichong could finish speaking, he had already stepped forward.

He carried his sword and charged straight at Xiao Yaoqing with light, quick steps.

The people from the six major sects all remained silent, and no one uttered a sound.

They couldn't discern whether Xiao Yaoqing possessed any internal energy fluctuations. Either this person was truly skilled, able to conceal his internal energy flawlessly; or, that Yuan Dynasty woman was deliberately trying to humiliate them.

Now that some people are willing to be the first to speak out, they can sit back and watch the tigers fight.

Abbess Miejue knew Xiao Yaoqing's background, but she still didn't stop him.

She also wanted to see if He Taichong could force Xiao Yaoqing to reveal some of his true abilities, so that she could further assess the young man's true strength.

Just as He Taichong's sword tip passed Abbot Kongwen's side, Xiao Yaoqing suddenly raised his hand and shouted:

"Don't make a move yet!"

"laugh--"

He Taichong abruptly stopped, freezing himself in place, his sword pointed at Xiao Yaoqing, his voice as cold as ice:

"Do you have any last words?"