The Martial Saint begins by collecting corpses.

Chen Yihui looked at Da Huyan with a complicated expression, then sheathed his dagger and said:

"I'm not invulnerable to swords and spears; if I really use my strength, I can still cut your skin."

"However, in a rush, an ordinary person who has not been trained may find it difficult to cut your skin in a short time."

"This is the culmination of skin training."

"To have mastered skin training in just over a month, such talent..."

A hint of envy actually appeared in Chen Yihui's eyes.

He then told the group to continue practicing and turned to leave.

That day, he was in no mood to teach them Canglang Fist.

Big Tiger grinned, quite excited. Lu Ming and Monkey were also happy for him, and they had a good lunch together.

The news spread, and in the afternoon, a large number of people suddenly came to their courtyard. Some were sent by Steward Li, and others were the head guards of the county government. They all came to invite Da Hu to dinner.

Da Hu seeks Lu Ming's help:

"Big brother, this..."

Lu Ming smiled and said:

"That's normal. Now that you've fully demonstrated your talent, they'll naturally want to do more for you and build a good relationship with you."

Big Tiger asked, "Then what should I do?"

Lu Ming said:

"Follow your heart, but if you go to the banquet, remember to ask Zhao Meng's people where they are keeping watch nearby, and if there is a safe way out without being noticed."

Da Hu nodded emphatically: "I understand."

In the afternoon, Da Hu went to the banquet early, while Lu Ming urged Monkey and A Lang to practice martial arts and refine their Flying Waterfall Blade skills.

After all, one can only practice stance training for one morning a day, so the rest of the time cannot be wasted.

Even though Ah Lang wasn't very talented, he still taught him to practice without much effort, just to improve his health.

That evening, Da Hu, his face flushed with wine, brought news:

"Brother, I asked the head guard of the county government, and he said that if we go through the left side door to an abandoned pharmacy and then exit through the back door of the pharmacy, we can avoid being discovered by Zhao Meng's men."

"He also told me that Sun Dazhi has an older brother who is also a martial artist. He has recently joined forces with some gangs and is plotting against us."

Lu Ming's gaze sharpened:

"Sun Dazhi's older brother? What's his name? How strong is he? What's his background?"

Big Tiger was taken aback, and said awkwardly:

"I didn't ask that."

Lu Ming asked again:

"What is their plot? Where does he usually go?"

"Uh, well..." Da Hu looked embarrassed. "I'll go ask right away."

As he spoke, he turned and strode out the door.

Lu Ming shook his head, and a moment later, Da Hu returned and said:

"Brother, I've found out, his name is Sun Ji."

"This guy has teamed up with the Juli Gang of Qingping Street, which we drove away before, as well as several other gangs, such as the Iron Palm Gang and the Quick Knife Society, to kidnap some craftsmen and force our boss to leave."

"Sun Ji is currently at Yihonglou, and I estimate they will make their move in the next few days."

"Oh, and also, Sun Ji's strength is at the Great Perfection of Skin Refinement, but he once had a record of defeating a Flesh Refinement martial artist."

Lu Ming stood up:

"Go, call Wolf and Monkey, gather all their gear, and we're leaving right away."

"Go? Where to?" Da Hu asked, puzzled.

"Yihong Courtyard." As he spoke, Lu Ming had already slung his ring-pommel sword at his waist.

"Big brother, what are we going to do?"

Things happened so suddenly that Ah Lang and Monkey, confused and bewildered, packed their things and followed Lu Ming to the alley outside the Yi Hong Courtyard, where they asked him in bewilderment.

"The Killing of Grandson." Lu Ming stared at the entrance of the Yi Hong Courtyard and said in a low voice.

"Sun Ji? Who is Sun Ji?" Ah Lang and Monkey looked at each other in bewilderment.

"He's here, it must be him." Lu Ming suddenly stared intently at a burly, fierce man who walked out of the brothel.

He didn't know if Sun Ji was going to spend the night inside, but he was prepared to lead his men in and kill him if he didn't see him come out later.

But now that Sun Ji has come out, that's all the better.

"Take care, Grandpa Sun. Come visit us anytime!" Several beautifully dressed women at the entrance greeted Sun's restaurant.

Ah Lang looked at the person walking out of the pink light at the entrance of the brothel and quickly said:

"Is that him? He looks just like Sun Dazhi. Is he Sun Dazhi's younger brother?"

Lu Ming nodded, his eyes fixed on Sun Ji:

"He's going to take the third alley over there. You guys go and ambush him at the alley entrance."

"Be careful, he is a master of the Skin Refinement stage, and he is very powerful."

"Just do your job, then retreat immediately. Don't let Big Tiger get close."

"Yes," the three replied in a low voice, and immediately went to lie in ambush.

Seeing that Sun Ji had indeed walked into the third alley, Lu Ming felt reassured. He then used his "Steady as a Rock" technique, lowering his aura to its lowest point, and quietly walked over.

Sun Ji walked through the dark alley, his face showing no fear.

As a martial artist who had reached the peak of skin refining and was on the verge of breaking through to flesh refining, he had walked through every street and alley in the city.

He used to go to dark alleys at night to test his courage, but now walking at night is commonplace for him.

He had just vented his anger on several people at the brothel, but a simmering rage still lingered in his heart.

His older brother, who had raised him since childhood, had been murdered. He was determined to capture Lu Ming alive and torture him to death.

"Almost there, almost there. Tomorrow, we'll catch that damned Lu Ming."

In the darkness, a ruthless glint appeared in Sun Ji's eyes. He stepped out of the alley and squinted at the lights in the distance, trying to find his way.

Suddenly, several wisps of white smoke fell on my head and got into my eyes, causing an instant stinging pain.

"Ah!" Sun Ji cried out in pain, both shocked and furious.

"Lime powder? You despicable scoundrel, die!"

As he spoke, he instinctively lunged forward, only to find himself caught in a large net.

His limbs were completely restricted, and he was instantly terrified. He flailed his arms wildly, realizing that the attacker had come prepared, and roared:

"I am the founder of Kaishan Martial Arts School..."

呲!

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back. When he touched it, it was wet and sticky, clearly bleeding. A throwing knife was stuck halfway in it.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—just then, three whooshing sounds came from the air.

Throwing knives? Throwing knives again!

Despite the excruciating pain in his eyes and back, Sun Ji used the net around his body to swing left and right, managing to deflect all three throwing knives.

He was feeling quite pleased with himself, thinking that after tonight's battle, he might be able to break through to the Body Refinement cultivation level.

The next moment, whoosh whoosh whoosh, one throwing knife, two throwing knives, three, four, five, six, seven, one after another, were sent at him in an endless stream.

Despite his efforts to defend himself, Sun Ji was eventually caught off guard and fell victim to two flying knives, one piercing his right arm and the other his ribs, drawing blood.

He actually used throwing knives like that? He released all nine of them in a row?

Fine, fine, let's see how you stop me now! You despicable and shameless scoundrel!

With a roar, Sun Ji charged towards the man who had thrown the throwing knife in the alley.

He had barely taken two steps when suddenly a whooshing sound came from ahead again. One, two, a total of more than a dozen throwing knives shot towards him like a waterfall.

Sun Ji's expression changed drastically, feeling extremely aggrieved. He had no choice but to suddenly unleash the ultimate move he had originally intended for a desperate counterattack.

He slammed his body to the left, and with a loud bang, he smashed half of a wall and took refuge inside a house.

With a wall providing cover, and the noise being so loud, it would surely attract the attention of passersby and even the police inspectorate very quickly.

Sun Ji hid in the corner, clenching his teeth tightly, his eyes closed. The stinging pain in his eyes kept stimulating him, and he wondered if he had gone blind.

A surge of frustration and anger rushed through his chest, and he vowed that once he caught that treacherous villain, he would tear him to pieces.

However, at that moment, he suddenly felt a tingling and itching sensation in the area where he had been hit by the throwing knife, and he slowly lost consciousness of his body.

Sun Ji was stunned. Poison? The throwing knife was coated with poison?

He had once held onto hope of a counterattack, but now he was utterly desperate. He roared, a mixture of confusion, resentment, and even indignation:

"Who? Who has such a deep hatred?"

He was completely baffled, even feeling somewhat wronged, and utterly lost.

At this moment, he had no idea that the person plotting against him was Lu Ming, because in his eyes, Lu Ming would never dare to leave the vicinity of the county government.

The person in the shadows made no sound.

puff!

Sun Ji coughed up a mouthful of blood in grief and indignation, and soon lost consciousness completely.