The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun.

call out!call out!call out!

Three crescent-shaped sword energies swept in in a V-shape, aiming at Ren Yingying's nape and shoulders.

Ren Yingying, who was running at high speed, heard the noise behind her. Without turning her head, she leaned forward, touched the ground with her toes, and leaped into the air, spinning around. Three sword energies grazed past her body.

After dodging the attack, Ren Yingying landed and continued her escape.

Looking behind her, Ren Yingying saw that Jiang Ning was still hot on her heels, and she could even see the murderous intent surging in his eyes.

madman!

Ren Yingying cursed under her breath.

Her long, wet hair clung tightly to her scalp, and dense water droplets appeared on Ren Yingying's forehead, her face flushed.

The chase between the two had reached this point, and the physical exertion was a considerable burden for both of them. However, neither Jiang Ning nor Ren Yingying stopped. Now it was a matter of who would give up first.

Ren Yingying wanted to stop, but with a vengeful Yama following behind her, she couldn't stop.

Jiang Ning's idea was simple: even if he couldn't kill Ren Yingying this time, he would still cut off two pieces of her flesh.

Ren Yingying's strength is actually not weak, and the gap between her and Jiang Ning is not that big; it's just that the two have different focuses.

Ren Yingying is a woman, so she is a little weaker. She usually focuses on speed and attack speed in her training, making her a top-notch assassin.

Jiang Ning is different. His innate skill has given him strong physical qualities and internal strength. He has strong explosive power, but he is also good at fighting a protracted battle. He is the type who gets stronger the longer he fights. As long as Ren Yingying cannot defeat Jiang Ning in a short period of time, she will have no way to deal with him later.

Ren Yingying glanced again at Jiang Ning, who was closing in on her.

madman!

Ren Yingying cursed inwardly again, then sped up and fled for her life.

……

Hanzhong Prefecture.

"Sixth Martial Uncle, where did my master go? Why hasn't he come back yet?"

Inside the inn, Liu Zhao questioned Lu Dayou, her face full of worry.

"This... I don't know either."

Lu Dayou also looked helpless.

Two days have passed, and Jiang Ning hasn't sent a single letter. He even went out of the city to search, but couldn't find a trace. He had no choice but to wait in Hanzhong Prefecture.

"Hey."

Lu Dayou sighed and then said to Liu Zhao, "Your master may not be back for a while. Let's wait another day. If he still hasn't returned, we'll go back to Mount Hua."

Waiting like this isn't a solution; we need to go back and call for reinforcements.

As he spoke, Lu Dayou looked at the sword on the table, which was Jiang Ning's personal sword.

When Jiang Ning attacked Ren Yingying, he borrowed her sword. He was a little puzzled as to why Jiang Ning didn't use his own sword. Out of curiosity, he drew Jiang Ning's sword but was shocked by the marks on it. It was covered with dents and chips.

Lu Dayou was speechless with astonishment. He could hardly imagine what kind of difficult battle Jiang Ning had encountered on his trip to Sichuan that had led to his sword being reduced to such a miserable state.

He asked Liu Zhao, but Liu Zhao didn't know either. The more Lu Dayou thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. The next morning, unable to wait for Jiang Ning to return, he took Liu Zhao back to Mount Hua.

……

The moon rises above the willow branches.

The desolate woods were very quiet, with scattered moonlight filtering through the gaps in the leaves.

rustle.

rustle.

The shadows of the trees swayed, and a figure walked through the forest, the long sword in his hand gleaming coldly.

far away.

Ren Yingying hid in the bushes, her left arm bleeding profusely. A sword wound extended from her elbow to her wrist, a result of Jiang Ning's carelessness injuring her.

Today is the third day. The other party has chased her for three hundred miles and still hasn't given up.

Having been hunted for so long, she finally understood why Jiang Ning was relentlessly pursuing her; it must have been revealed by those useless people she had sent.

Incompetent bungler!

Ren Yingying felt a surge of resentment, but was also taken aback by Jiang Ning's strong desire for revenge.

She retracted her previous assessment of Jiang Ning.

The other person wasn't an idiot, but a madman, a complete and utter madman.

A madman is not scary, but a calm and obsessive madman is.

Ren Yingying hadn't slept for three days and three nights, but she wasn't sleepy at all. She couldn't sleep, dared not sleep, and dared not let her guard down. If she showed the slightest weakness, the living Yama on the other side would immediately rush up and kill her.

Her physical strength was almost exhausted by the second day, but her strong desire to live has kept her going until now.

Ren Yingying lay prone on the ground, her face pale, trying her best to keep her breathing low, afraid that the living devil would hear her.

Pfft!

Pfft!

Ren Yingying's pupils dilated, and she lay motionless on the ground, her blood rushing through her body, her heart beating at an abnormally high rate.

Now, she is not sleepy at all; on the contrary, she feels unusually excited.

Click~

Ren Yingying's hand accidentally touched the broken leaves on the ground, making a slight cracking sound. The next second, a sword aura swept towards her.

Ren Yingying cursed under her breath, then got up and dragged her exhausted body to escape, glancing back at Jiang Ning's position from time to time.

The other party seemed like a vengeful ghost leaping through the darkness, and this suffocating sense of oppression made her feel extremely depressed.

Now she no longer cursed angrily; she kept her lips tightly closed and adjusted her breathing to avoid further exhaustion.

As night fell, Jiang Ning's figure leaped through the darkness, his cold eyes filled with a chilling ferocity.

In fact, he was also very physically exhausted by this point, but he was not satisfied with letting Ren Yingying go so easily.

Over the past few days, he caught up with Ren Yingying several times, but perhaps under the threat of death, she unleashed her potential and managed to survive from his clutches.

Now it's a matter of who gives up first.

The two chased each other all the way to a valley.

Upon seeing the valley, a hint of joy finally appeared in Ren Yingying's eyes, and she dragged her exhausted body into the valley.

After walking for another quarter of an hour, a thatched hut appeared before Ren Yingying.

Ren Yingying shouted encouragement.

"Six Immortals of Peach Valley, come out quickly!!"

As soon as Ren Yingying finished speaking, a voice came from inside the thatched hut.

"Who called me?"

The next second, four figures darted out from the door and windows, and soon two more figures walked out from the door.

These are six short old men, each uglier than the last, their faces covered in wrinkles, so ugly it's horrifying; just looking at them is a mental attack.

The six people were delighted to see Ren Yingying running towards them, but the next second they saw Jiang Ning chasing closely behind them, and they were stunned.

What game are you playing?

One of them asked blankly.

Ren Yingying was furious and ran while shouting.

“He is a disciple of the Huashan Sect. Kill him.”

"what?"

"People from the Huashan Sect?"

"Is Yue Buqun here too?"

Upon hearing this, the six people immediately panicked and started talking over each other.

"Run! Run! Yue Buqun is very fierce. He almost killed me last time. Luckily, I ran fast."

The six people took off running the next second, and one of them had already slipped away, disappearing far away in a few flashes.

"you……"

Ren Yingying's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and she almost couldn't catch her breath.

Chapter 151: Defeat (5,000 words)

Ren Yingying never expected that the Six Immortals of Peach Valley would be so afraid of Yue Buqun. Seeing Jiang Ning getting closer and closer behind her, Ren Yingying raised her voice and shouted.

"Yue Buqun didn't come!"

The six Peach Valley Immortals, who had already dashed far away, suddenly stopped and turned to look at Ren Yingying, still shaken. Peach Fairy, who had run the fastest, hid behind a tree, only her head peeking out, her topknot swaying back and forth.

"You're not lying to me?"

"I'm in a panic," Tao Shixian said.

Ren Yingying's brows furrowed. She was prepared for these six people to have strange personalities, but even at this critical moment, they were still asking her this question.

“If Yingying says Yue Buqun didn’t come, then he definitely didn’t come. She has never lied to us brothers.”

Tao Genxian, the eldest of the Six Immortals of Peach Valley, was a bit more composed. Although he was still somewhat afraid after hearing Ren Yingying's words, his fear had lessened considerably.

"So what are they doing? Playing games?"

Peach Blossom Fairy said blankly.

"Idiot! Yingying already told us to kill that kid, what kind of game are you playing!"

Peach Leaf Fairy rebuked him angrily.

Peach Blossom Fairy was furious: "Do you think I don't know? Do I need you to remind me?"