268: C268 Provoke

C268 Provoke

"This is the best!"

Xie Qingzhi stared at Chu Yun. The light in his eyes had almost materialized. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that his saliva was about to drip out of his mouth.

To be honest, it was really disgusting to be stared at by a man with such a gaze, especially when Chu Yun was still a thirteen or fourteen year old little girl.

"Is this the little fox that escaped? Sir, can you. . . "

Before Xie Qingzhi could finish speaking, the middle-aged scholar glared at him coldly and said, "Mind your own business. "

“. . . ”

Xie Qingzhi did not care about the severe rejection. He only muttered, "It's just for fun. Just dig out your heart when you need it. It's no big deal. "

These words could be considered contradicting, but among the people present, whether it was the middle-aged scholar, Yao Laoliu, or Young Martial Uncle, they did not care at all.

Because their relationship with each other was not a simple hierarchy, but rather a pure use of it. They did not need to rely on the eagerness on the surface to maintain their relationship.

"I have called you all here because I have something to tell you. The latest order of the organization is to kill the Vice Lord of Buping House, Chu Yun, and frame the Manor Master Zheng Tianyang of Daming Mansion for this. "

The middle-aged scholar said. He looked at Young Martial Uncle and said, "Soong Daotian will be in charge of this operation. Yao Laoliu and Xie Qingzhi will cooperate with us. "

After saying that, Xie Qingzhi didn't care at all. Apart from women, he didn't think about anything else in his mind. It had nothing to do with who the leader was.

However, when the bald man, Yao Laoliu, heard his words, he couldn't help but frown and said, "Boss, it's best to leave the matter of killing to me. This pretty boy is soft-hearted. Is he worthy?"

The middle-aged scholar's expression was calm. He had actually expected Yao Laoliu's opposition.

Ever since he had 'unintentionally' revealed that he wanted to promote a person to become an official member of the organization, Yao Laoliu had always been extremely enthusiastic about this position and flattered him.

However, since he already knew what Yao Laoliu was here for, the middle-aged scholar naturally did not care about his initiative and closeness. Instead, he took a liking to Soong Daotian.

After all. . .

A person with a bottom line also had a lifeline in their hands. No matter what, he was much more reliable than Yao Laoliu.

However, Yao Laoliu had squeezed his head so hard that his head was about to burst. It was not rare for Soong Daotian to have a chance to improve himself.

The middle-aged scholar had hinted several times, but Soong Daotian did not say anything. This made the middle-aged scholar secretly disappointed.

Now was the time to use people, and the organization was about to take action. If they did not have reliable trusted aides to open up new territory, then in the future, they would fight for it. He would be falling behind the dark minds of other regions.

"However, there's no need to rush. Given Soong Daotian's character, as long as I still have the Elemental River Pavilion in my hands, I'm not afraid that he won't obey me. Perhaps I should find an opportunity to teach the Elemental River Sect a lesson and give him some reminders. . . "

The middle-aged scholar thought to himself.

Of course, the 'beating' he was giving wasn't just a simple 'beating'.

To the weak Elemental River Pavilion, this gentle knocking represented something. It might be a huge hammer that was as heavy as a mountain.

After some thought, the middle-aged scholar withdrew his thoughts and was about to order Yao Laoliu to obey his orders.

". . . I am not worthy. Could it be that you are worthy?"

At this moment, the silent Young Martial Uncle suddenly spoke. His tone was calm and carried a trace of coldness.

"Yoh!"

Yao Laoliu touched his bald head and could not help laughing. "I thought you were a mute who would not retaliate even if you beat him up. I did not expect you to have a chance to argue with me. The sun has risen from the west! "

Young Martial Uncle looked at him coldly and said, "I'm asking you. I don't deserve it. Do you deserve it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on Yao Laoliu's face slowly disappeared. He changed to a disdainful expression and said, "Of course I am more worthy than you!"

"Alright. "

Young Martial Uncle nodded. With a clang, the long blade was unsheathed.

Yao Laoliu was stunned and said, "You want to fight with me?"

Young Martial Uncle did not say anything. The aura within the saber was already accumulating, and it could be slashed out at any time.

Xie Qingzhi was a little surprised to see this scene, but he still wore an indifferent expression on his face. He lazily walked to the side of the wall and stood there, as if he didn't want to help anyone and just wanted to watch the show.

When the middle-aged scholar saw this, he frowned slightly. He did not expect that Young Martial Uncle, who had always been tolerant, would actually pull out his knife against Yao Laoliu today. This was somewhat out of his expectations.

"Perhaps, Soong Daotian's character has really changed. He is now much sharper than before. Very well. . . I am afraid that you will always be lazy and useless. . . "

The middle-aged scholar thought. He should have stopped the battle, but he chose to remain silent. He calmly stood by the side and waited.

When he saw that the middle-aged scholar actually acquiesced to Young Martial Uncle's challenge, Yao Laoliu's expression immediately turned savage. In his heart, he cursed that bastard for being biased. At the same time, he shook his arms and was about to attack.

Swoosh!

At this moment, Young Martial Uncle slashed out with his saber. He had been accumulating strength for a long time.

After all, Yao Laoliu was still a little slow. He had only started to prepare for the next attack. His reaction speed and the accumulation of his strength were both slightly inferior. At this moment, he felt his heart tighten when faced with Young Martial Uncle's full attack.

He took a step back. Young Martial Uncle raised his sword and chased after him. In a moment, the two of them had taken more than ten steps, but Yao Laoliu had not escaped from Young Martial Uncle's blade.

Finally, the blade came down.

On Yao Laoliu's arms, the iron light soared, turning his arms into a pair of iron arms. He crossed them above his head and faced Young Martial Uncle's blade head on.

Crack!

The blade slashed down, producing a fierce metal clanging sound. Under the blade, Yao Laoliu's arms shook violently, losing most of their power. However, the blade continued to press down, showing no signs of slowing down.

"Damn it, you gigolo! Do you really think I'm afraid of you?!"

Yao Laoliu cursed angrily, and he was just about to counterattack.

Young Martial Uncle's expression was cold. He drew his blade and slashed continuously. In an instant, he had already slashed dozens of times at Yao Laoliu's iron arms. The sound of cracking was heard.

Yao Laoliu's iron arms were not only powerful, but also had a very strong defense. It was a Celestial Grade cultivation technique, and it specialized in this pair of iron arms. Although it was an unorthodox cultivation technique, it was still very powerful in its field of expertise.

For example, at this moment, under the attack of Young Martial Uncle's saber, Yao Laoliu had lost the initiative. If he couldn't defend against it, he would definitely die.

However, he was able to block this blade attack in a passive situation. From this, it could be seen how powerful Yao Laoliu's Iron Arm Divine Fist Technique was.

However. . .

This powerful defense could not last forever. Under Young Martial Uncle's continuous attacks, the mystic light of Yao Laoliu's Iron Arm gradually dimmed, revealing the original color of flesh. This meant that the defense of the Iron Arm Divine Fist Art was about to be broken through.

The middle-aged scholar nodded slightly when he saw this scene. In his heart, Soong Daotian's strength was already a level higher than Yao Laoliu's. Now that he had the initiative, he wouldn't let this matter rest until he broke Yao Laoliu's Steel Arms Profound Light. This momentum made him very satisfied.

"It's about time. After this battle, Yao Laoliu should be convinced. "

The middle-aged scholar thought of this and made up his mind. He wanted to make Yao Laoliu lose an ugly battle. He would wait for Soong Daotian to completely break Yao Laoliu's iron arm before stopping the battle.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"0

Yao Laoliu roared and kept waving his arm to block. While blocking Young Martial Uncle's attack, he was also looking for an opportunity to break through Young Martial Uncle's defense and counterattack.

However, such an opportunity couldn't be waited. Young Martial Uncle's attack had defense in both attack and defense. The continuous attack replaced defense, giving him no chance to fight back. The defense of this pair of iron arms was about to reach its end.

Finally. . .

There was a cracking sound.

The mystic rays on Yao Laoliu's arms had completely collapsed. Like broken glass, they turned into pieces and flew away. Young Martial Uncle's saber was slashing at his left shoulder.

Yao Laoliu was startled. He quickly dodged to the side and shouted, "I admit defeat. . . "

However, he still couldn't dodge it.

Gengci!

Young Martial Uncle's blade landed on his shoulder. Blood gushed out like a fountain on the spot, splashing far away.

"Enough. "

At this moment, the middle-aged scholar nodded and ended the match.

When he looked at Young Martial Uncle again, his eyes were filled with satisfaction.

In the end, he still understood propriety. . .

In his opinion, that slash could have cut off one of Yao Laoliu's arms, but Young Martial Uncle did not do so. He only pulled open a wound on Yao Laoliu's shoulder.

The reason why Yao Laoliu said I admit defeat in a hurry was because he was afraid that Young Martial Uncle would cut off his arm and cripple his martial arts.

But. . .

Only Chu Yun, who was pretending to be unconscious, knew that Young Martial Uncle did not hold back. The reason why he did not cut off Yao Laoliu's hand was because his previous injuries had affected the circulation of his spiritual energy.

Otherwise, with this slash of Young Martial Uncle's, Yao Laoliu would surely become crippled, and he wouldn't be able to continue cultivating the Iron Arm Divine Fist Technique.

The battle ended. Yao Laoliu retracted his dissipating Qi and pressed his right hand against the wound on his left shoulder. Just as he was about to say something to the middle-aged scholar, his body suddenly trembled.

. . . "Ah!"

Yao Laoliu widened his eyes in disbelief. He felt a pain in his heart. When he looked down, he realized that a sharp blade had appeared in his chest, and it was even stained with his blood.

When he turned around, he saw Young Martial Uncle's cold face. Under his shocked gaze, Young Martial Uncle twisted the handle of the blade.

With a squelch, blood splashed out, and Yao Laoliu's heart was crushed by this blow.

He died on the spot.

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