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

That's their most treasured skill!

Having lived in the Prince's mansion for thirty years, they never once mentioned passing on this skill.

This thing must never be shared with anyone!

"Well……"

The arrogance on Hebi Weng's face vanished instantly, his voice softened, and he chuckled dryly, trying to smooth things over: "Well... just do your best, just do your best..."

The change of topic was as quick as turning the pages of a book.

Zhao Min turned her head, her brows furrowed, and stared coldly at Hebi Weng.

He Biweng felt a chill run down his spine when she swept her gaze over him.

In a fight, he certainly wouldn't be afraid of Zhao Min. But she's his master!

Zhao Min's tone was already tinged with displeasure: "Mr. He, what are you worried about? Are you afraid I'll learn your Xuanming Divine Palm?"

"No...no, that's not true..."

Hebi Weng's tongue was tied in knots.

Lu Zhangke, standing nearby, sighed, glared at his junior brother, and quickly stepped in to smooth things over: "Princess, my junior brother didn't mean that!"

"He was saying that the Xuanming Divine Palm is not an ordinary skill, and that practicing it too hard would harm one's health. He was thinking of the princess's health."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Hebi Weng nodded hurriedly, "I'm worried about the princess!"

"snort."

Zhao Min snorted coldly, her expression finally softening somewhat.

But who is Zhao Min?

Could she not see the hidden agenda in the words of the Xuanming Elders?

I just need these two people for now, so I'm too lazy to break ties.

Zhao Min turned around and her gaze fell on Xiao Yaoqing.

He Biweng's words seemed to remind her, and she immediately clasped her hands in a fist salute and addressed Xiao Yaoqing:

"Then, Master Xiao, would you please show me your skills and give me some pointers?"

Xiao Yaoqing was taken aback.

He never expected that Zhao Min would call out his name first.

The problem is that he doesn't have any decent moves to teach anyone; he doesn't have any fancy tricks or routines to show for it.

You can't just say "I can't" in public.

Right?

How could he possibly get by in the Prince of Ruyang's mansion?

We have no choice but to tough it out and take it one step at a time.

Xiao Yaoqing nodded, holding the sword in his arms, and slowly walked onto the arena.

Zhao Min curled her lips into a smile.

"Canglang"

With a shout, she drew a long sword from the weapon rack, pushed off with her foot, and stepped onto the stage.

Pointing the sword tip at Xiao Yaoqing, she raised her voice and said:

"Master Xiao, please draw your sword!"

Draw your sword?

Are you kidding me? He doesn't even know the basics of how to hold a sword.

Are you going to demonstrate peeling an apple in public?

Xiao Yaoqing didn't speak, but simply shook his head gently.

All the masters he'd seen made their entrances with this kind of style, didn't they?

A glint flashed in Zhao Min's eyes.

She thrust the longsword forward and said coldly:

"Then I'll have to offend you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he charged straight at Xiao Yaoqing with a whooshing sound.

As the sword approached, a thought flashed through Xiao Yaoqing's mind:

Or... let's try this half-baked Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to see if it works.

Thinking it over, he slowly spread his feet apart, standing in an awkward, unbalanced position.

Zhao Min saw that the tip of the sword was about to poke Xiao Yaoqing's nose, but he still didn't move.

She sneered inwardly:

Aren't you going to dodge? Then I won't be polite.

She had no intention of stopping, and regardless of whether you would be disfigured, she thrust her sword straight forward.

But just as the sword tip was about to touch his nose—

"call"

With a thud.

Xiao Yaoqing, who was clearly right in front of him, suddenly vanished into thin air!

Zhao Min's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Where...where are they?!"

She had been staring at Xiao Yaoqing the whole time, but he vanished without even making a move.

As soon as Zhao Min swung her sword, the figure opposite her vanished into thin air.

They either dodged, retreated, or completely disappeared from sight.

The four people below the stage all stared wide-eyed.

Yu Chifeng, who had been holding his arms, unconsciously lowered them.

Zhao Min, who was a beat slow to react on stage, suddenly heard a calm and unhurried voice from her right:

"Here it is."

She instinctively swung her sword horizontally.

But the moment the sword fell, Xiao Yaoqing disappeared again.

Zhao Min suddenly turned around to look for her.

This person had somehow gotten to her side.

A feeling of being tricked suddenly surged into her heart.

She gritted her teeth, a surge of defiance welling up within her, and unleashed all the sword techniques she had ever learned in her life.

Swords flashed on the arena, and a chilling aura wafted through the air.

But the shadow always darted away just before the sword's edge touched the fabric.

One sword even grazed Xiao Yaoqing's throat.

He then leaned back and lay flat on the ground.

It didn't fall down, but rather hung in mid-air like a spring.

Zhao Min flipped her wrist, and the tip of her sword thrust downwards.

Xiao Yaoqing's feet were planted firmly on the ground, but his body drew a semicircle, barely avoiding the sword strike.

It felt like my feet were glued to the ring.

"this……"

The four people in the audience all involuntarily took a step forward.

His gaze was fixed on the illusory figure, his pupils trembling slightly.

Hebi Weng frowned, his voice low:

"This movement technique... I've never seen it before."

Lu Zhangke nodded, his tone heavy:

"His feet never left the ground, and there wasn't even a trace of internal energy fluctuation in his body; it was as if he were taking a stroll. Yet, the princess's sword couldn't even cut the hem of his clothes."

The light in Yu Chifeng's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and his voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth:

"Is that lightness skill or movement technique? I can't tell the difference."

The Iron Palm Clan's signature skill is walking on water.

But he had absolutely no clue how to get started with this particular approach.

Only the monk Fan Yao, who had always pretended to be mute, had a brighter light in his eyes than anyone else.

He mentally flipped through the words in an old book.

"This step... I feel like I've seen it somewhere before."

"Is it the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique)?"

"But wasn't this technique lost to time long ago?"

That's right, in this world, no one knows the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) anymore.

The fact that the technique has been lost does not mean that no clues have been left behind.

Fan Yao, the Right Envoy of the Brightness Sect, who had traveled all over the country and mastered the martial arts of a hundred schools, had read countless martial arts books in his lifetime, some complete and some missing pages.

Seeing Xiao Yaoqing's movements and the feeling he conveyed, Fan Yao immediately thought of a lost movement technique he had seen before—Lingbo Weibu.

"But something's strange..."

Fan Yao was still wondering to himself, "I remember that movement technique completes a circle, so why is Xiao Yaoqing always hovering around half of it?"

Fortunately, Xiao Yaoqing couldn't hear what the Bitter Monk was thinking, otherwise he would definitely have cried out for justice:

"It's all this lousy system's fault! It only gave me half the gossip. What can I do?"

However, even though Xiao Yaoqing has only performed half of the footwork, these few steps alone have already made the four top experts widen their eyes in astonishment.

18. Is Xiao Yaoqing... trying to hurt himself?

In Lu Zhangke's eyes now, besides shock, there was also a layer of vigilance.

Not only him, but also his big, clumsy junior brother, Hebi Weng, was the same.

Crane-Pen Elder stole a glance at his senior brother and asked in a low voice:

"Senior brother, do you think this kid's footwork... might have been learned from our master?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhangke's eyes lit up, but he quickly shook his head slightly.

"No. Master's most famous skill is the Xuanming Divine Palm."

"If he still had that kind of agility, he'd be walking around like a madman long ago; everyone in the world would know that."

Hebi Weng slowly nodded, then another idea popped into his head:

"Senior brother, do you think... everyone believes that Master created it in the cave during his seclusion before his passing?"

"this……"

Lu Zhangke was speechless for a moment after his junior brother asked him this question.

That's right.

Yesterday he was still pondering how much truth there was in what Xiao Yaoqing said.

But with this footwork set up here today, I'm afraid only someone at the master's level could create it.

I must say, what Hebi Weng said was actually quite interesting!

For a fleeting moment, the old man felt a pang of regret: "If I had known my master was faking his death, why didn't I find out back then? Otherwise, I would have learned this footwork long ago!"

cut.

He imagined the fierce fighting on the American ring, but that was over by now.

Xiao Yaoqing returned to his previous position.

Five meters in front of him, Zhao Min was holding a long sword, panting heavily, with a fine layer of sweat on her forehead.

Zhao Min was panting heavily, her chest heaving, while Xiao Yaoqing—this guy's breathing wasn't even disordered, as if he hadn't moved at all.

Xiao Yaoqing secretly rejoiced: "He only learned half of the Lingbo Weibu technique. The side effects of the Beiming Divine Art are truly amazing."

Zhao Min couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes just now; her skills are only so-so.

But Xiao Yaoqing figured that even if either of the two Xuanming Elders came to attack him personally, he could still dodge them.

What if those two old guys team up? Xiao Yaoqing felt a little uneasy.

Zhao Min took a breath and stared at Xiao Yaoqing with a resentful look in her eyes.

How could she not resent it? She tried her best, but Xiao Yaoqing treated her like a child; she couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

But beneath that resentment lay surprise: "Xiao Yaoqing's movement technique is too uncanny, it seems... even more skillful than the Xuanming Elders' lightness skill!"

"How exactly did he train?!"

Zhao Min had experienced it firsthand and was extremely impressed by Xiao Yaoqing's dodging skills.

After the initial shock subsided, only one thought remained in her mind: "I must learn this!"

If she could also have that kind of movement technique, wouldn't her strength increase by leaps and bounds?

But Zhao Min is too shrewd to say it directly.

She switched to a coquettish tone: "Master Xiao, I genuinely want to learn from you. If you keep dodging me like this, I'm going to get angry!"

That voice, with a touch of a woman's coquettishness, was so endearing.

fart!

You can believe other people's coquettishness, but Zhao Min's coquettishness? You can't believe any of it!

Xiao Yaoqing looked at Zhao Min, shrugged, and said, "Fine, if you insist on doing it this way."

Zhao Min's eyes lit up, and she pressed, "Master Xiao, when will you draw your sword?"

Why do you keep asking this question?!

I have absolutely no skill with a sword!

You're forcing me, Xiao Yaoqing, to shut up and shook his head.

This time, Zhao Min's temper completely flared up.

She was, after all, a princess who had been pampered since childhood. She took her weapon and wanted to learn swordsmanship from Xiao Yaoqing, but he didn't even look at her and wouldn't even draw his sword. In the end, she couldn't even touch his clothes.

Do you still dare to shake your head now?

"That's too much!"

Zhao Min's competitive spirit was impossible to suppress.

One thought kept running through my mind: "Today I'm going to show you what I'm capable of!"

Zhao Min let out a sharp cry and charged at Xiao Yaoqing once more.