Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 220 First vs. First
The light rain in Tianjie is as moist as cake.

Under the night sky, the spring rain was drizzling. Zhao Wumian reached into his raincoat with his right hand and pulled out his sword three inches. He glanced at Turga with a half-smile in his eyes, "You want to kidnap my master and take him to the grassland?"

As Zhao Wumian finished speaking, Mu Lier, dressed in a white robe, slowly emerged from another alley. She was wearing a bamboo hat, so one could only vaguely see her delicate chin and small pink lips. She held a sword in her arms, her back slightly leaning against the wall. Her every move seemed relaxed and unrestrained, but the murderous aura could not be concealed.

Zhao Wumian only called Mu Lier and Lady Canghua this time. Su Qingqi's strength was slightly weaker, so she stayed in the Sword Sect branch, responsible for protecting Luo Xiangzhu to prevent the house from being stolen by the remnants of the Huanzhen Pavilion.

The fight between the top martial arts masters behind him was roaring, and the energy was surging, with aftermath that spread outward, causing Turga's clothes to fly forward.

His face became even gloomier. He really couldn't understand how Zhao Wumian could find a martial arts master to support him...the two of them actually thought of the same thing.

Who is Wu Kui? A master of the Sword Sect? Or is there a secret guard in the court who can connect the bridge between heaven and earth?

Turga could never have imagined that Zhao Wumian, the great prince of Dali, would actually cooperate with Lady Canghua of Huanzhen Pavilion... It wouldn't be a problem if Miss Su, Mu Li'er and others knew about it, but if it got out, not only would it bring discredit to the imperial court, but the martial arts world and the people would be in chaos.

He knows how to play Wan Yuexian, and already has an unclear relationship with Xiao Yuanmu. Now with the addition of Empress Canghua... even a fool would think that Luo Chaoyan has been bewitched by a demon from a cult.

When the time comes, the ambitious people will raise troops in the name of clearing the court of corrupt officials.

But in fact, Zhao Wumian asked Lady Canghua to come to Changshan for Meng Po. He himself did not expect that Turga made such a big fuss just to keep him in Changshan and delay time to wait for the Rong people's martial arts master... He did it by accident.

But now that Bai Lang is tied up, Turga has to fight Zhao Wumian and Mu Lier alone... It would have been better for him to fight with Xian Yuchen in the beginning.

But it was too late to say anything now. Turga stared at Zhao Wumian with an expressionless face and said in a deep voice, "I've heard that Wei Minghou is a chivalrous and heroic man, but I don't know if his martial arts skills are as good as the rumors say... Why don't we fight one-on-one according to the rules of the martial arts world?"

Before Zhao Wumian could say anything, Mu Lier sneered, "You are just a warrior, and you want to talk to us about the rules of the martial arts world? If you are afraid of death, kneel down and kowtow three times, and we can give you a quick death."

Why fight alone if you can just gang up on him? Mu Lier didn't want her precious disciple to take risks... Thinking of this, she glanced at Zhao Wumian secretly, and then quickly looked away.

I don’t know if he noticed when I took off my bellyband. I seemed to be different from ordinary women. It seemed that she was the only one who was sunken... Oh, what was I thinking?

Turga also felt that a duel was unlikely, but Zhao Wumian turned his head and said to Mu Lier, "I don't know where Meng Po is hiding. It's easy for her to find a gap to attack us during our fight... I'm going to fight this guy, Master, please pay attention to the surroundings and help me clear the battlefield."

Meng Po, who was hiding on the eaves of a house not far away, said: "..."

This guy has a sharp mind. He didn't even forget to be on guard against her at this time. He is worthy of being the Marquis Weiming who pushed Luo Chaoyan to the throne.

Mu Lier frowned slightly, but after thinking about it for a while, she realized that this was the truth, so she drew out her sword calmly, used the sword technique here to pay attention to her surroundings, and was ready to take action at any time.

With her strength, it is impossible to defeat Meng Po, but it is easy for her to take a few of her moves and prevent Zhao Wumian from being caught off guard and attacked.

Turga breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. In a one-on-one fight, he was no less than anyone below Wu Kui. How long had Zhao Wumian entered the world of peeping at the sky? Not even a month.

On the other hand, after he achieved the unity of man and nature, he experienced two years in the Central Plains martial arts world and accumulated a lot of experience. He had a deep understanding of his own martial arts and even created a martial art that combined sword and knife, and vaguely touched the threshold of the bridge connecting heaven and earth.

If I could hold him hostage, or find a chance to escape... Anyway, since it's a one-on-one fight, there's a way to survive.

But deep down, Turga wanted to prove his excitement and arrogance more.

Zhao Wumian can definitely be called the number one martial arts genius in the Central Plains, and Turga is also the number one genius in the grassland.

Zhao Wumian is a close minister to Luo Chaoyan, and their relationship is not like that of ordinary people. Turga is the proudest son of Udamu, the real power holder of the grassland.

The two of them are in the same position and should have had a fight.

Zhao Wumian and Turga were only thirty steps apart from each other. With their martial arts skills, this distance could be reached in an instant.

Turga held a knife in his right hand and a sword in his left hand. He held the knife across his chest and the sword at his waist. He took a stance that Zhao Wumian had never seen before. He stood in the rain and jogged forward a few steps.

Tap tap tap————

Turga's long boots stepped over the puddles, and then his speed suddenly increased. He disappeared from the spot in an instant, and stabbed forward with the long sword in his left hand raised horizontally in front of him.

A cold light flashed in the deep alley, and the raindrops around the long sword turned into water mist. At first glance, it looked like hazy rain and mist, ethereal and dreamy, but there was murderous intent hidden in it. The tip of the sword was less than two steps away from Zhao Wumian's heart.

At this distance, the spear cannot be used at all, and the only thing to do is to retreat.

Single sword and close-range gun!

Mu Lier narrowed her eyes, "My Sword Sect's Yanyun Sword Technique? Did you learn this secretly, or is there a spy? "

Turga didn't know why Zhao Wumian held a knife in his right hand and a pistol in his left hand. There had never been such martial arts in the world, and the skills of these two weapons had nothing in common... But it would never be wrong to fight hand-to-hand with a spear.

He used a sword and a knife, while Zhao Wumian used a sword and a gun, so logically speaking, Zhao Wumian should keep a distance to better utilize the advantages of his weapon, so Zhao Wumian should retreat.

But with Turga's martial arts skills, once Zhao Wumian retreated, his two weapons would attack like a torrential rain, leaving Zhao Wumian no chance to breathe.

But Zhao Wumian did not retreat but advanced instead, like a wisp of white feather floating through the dim streets, and his sword was instantly unsheathed. When he drew the sword, his straw raincoat bulged slightly backwards, revealing the green shirt underneath Zhao Wumian's raincoat.

Unable to fully swing the saber due to the distance, Zhao Wumian suddenly raised his wrist and used the handle of the saber to hit the sword with a "clang".

At the same time, the spear was swung towards Turga's side with such great force that the spear body almost bent into a longbow in the air, and the tip of the spear instantly smashed a giant hole in the rain curtain.

However, Turga's right-hand knife and Zhao Wumian's left-hand gun were in the same direction, so he sneered, raised his long knife and placed it on the gun barrel.

Moves like swinging a spear in a circle and smashing it over clearly follow the 'whip effect', which means that at the end position, the speed is faster and the force is greater.

Turga didn't know this term, but he had no lack of practical experience. He held the knife against the back of the gun, which not only made it less strenuous, but also allowed him to directly cut off Zhao Wumian's palm.

A sneer appeared in his eyes. Zhao Wumian would either have his wrist cut or drop his gun and hide.

There was nothing wrong with Turga's response. After raising his knife to block the spear, he was about to slide the knife to chop his hand, but he felt a chill on his chest and his hair stood up. It was Zhao Wumian who used the handle of his knife to deflect the long sword, flipped his wrist upward, and slashed his chest with the knife from bottom to top... The spear was just a feint, and the knife was the killer move!
The distance was too close, and Turga had nowhere to retreat, which was considered to be an open door. He immediately restrained the power of the long sword without hesitation, and used the Tai Chi spirit of Wugongshan to draw on the power of the spear, and threw his body to the side.

The sword slid along its original trajectory, but only left a bloody mark on Turga's chest.

At first glance, it looked like Turga was shot away by Zhao Wumian, but in the eyes of Mu Lier and Meng Po, they were both surprised... This Turga was known as the number one genius on the grassland, and his reputation was well-deserved. His sword skills, martial arts skills, Tai Chi, and even his on-the-spot reaction were all flawless. He was worthy of being the son of Wudamu.

Turga was using the force to move forward, so after smashing to the side, his boots tapped the ground a few times to reduce the force, but his body was still flying backwards, and before he could stand firmly, he saw Zhao Wumian slashing with a knife, and then he swung his right hand violently, and the knife flew out of his hand.

The horizontal sword was like an arrow shot from a bow, drawing an arc in the air, and a neat white line appeared in the rain.

clang----

Turga swung his sword and blocked it on the horizontal sword, sparks flew everywhere, and the horizontal sword flew high in an instant, but under this force, Turga, who was almost standing firm and regaining his center of gravity, was inevitably thrown back two meters.

If he can't stand firm, it's natural to take advantage of his weakness to kill him.

Zhao Wumian rose from the ground and suddenly stepped on a wall. The wall collapsed instantly. He then rushed towards Turga like a falcon catching a rabbit.

The flying sword had not yet flown three meters before it brushed past Zhao Wumian's ear. His left hand was like the end of a spear, and his right hand was raised backwards, just enough to hold the handle of the sword.

"drink!"

Zhao Wumian roared, and his whole body spun in the air like a spinning top for two and a half circles. His spear and sword smashed the rain curtain, and countless raindrops shot out in the direction of the two weapons. Several raindrops hit the tile wall and actually made several small holes.

Turga was stunned. His reaction of releasing the force was already extremely fast, but Zhao Wumian attacked even faster than him! ?

He had nowhere to hide, so he had to attack with his sword and saber. Veins bulged on his forehead. He gritted his teeth and swung his weapon, almost using all his strength to smash it on the spear that fell first.

This time, the tip of the gun smashed down, and the rain in the sky seemed to stop on the spot.

clang------

The three weapons collided first, and the crowd on Bailu Street was suddenly awakened by the loud noise. They looked around in confusion, thinking it was thunder.

Turga's boots were originally several inches away from the ground, but now the energy pressed his feet directly into the floor tiles, as if he was stepping on butter without any hindrance.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his horizontal sword followed closely, breaking the rain curtain and hitting Turga's sword again.

clang----

Blood instantly spurted out of Turga's knuckles, and the sleeves of his arms were torn into pieces, revealing his muscular arms.

The unparalleled strong wind blew out in all directions, and the thin string on Zhao Wumian's chin that was used to fix his hat broke, and the hat flew outward, and the raincoat on his body fluttered backwards like a hedgehog.

Turga only felt as if he was shaking the mountain with his own strength. He did not have the slightest feeling of pushing the weapon upwards. It was difficult for him to reduce the force. His throat felt sweet and he almost vomited blood. It was obvious that he had suffered some internal injuries.

If he pushed on any further, he would be smashed into a pulp by Zhao Wumian. He reacted very quickly and used Tai Chi to pull Zhao Wumian's weapon to his side, while his upper body stretched out in the opposite direction.

boom!
The weapon fell to the ground, cracking the floor tiles and creating a hole. The accumulated water on the ground mixed with the soil shook upwards, and the muddy ground turned into dry land on the spot.

Meng Po was lying on the eaves, her raised buttocks and waist forming an extremely exaggerated arc. As a Hu person, she was gifted, far surpassing most of the women in the Central Plains.

She looked at Zhao Wumian, her wild cat-like green eyes shining brightly. Although his martial arts were not her match, it was enough for her to take him seriously... Meng Po guessed in her heart that if she fought Zhao Wumian head-on, she would definitely win, but it would not be an easy win. She would have to use at least 50% of her strength.

This is already very good. After all, Meng Po is not the best in martial arts. Her martial arts are among the best even in the Holy Church.

At this time, the disadvantage of the spear being too long was revealed again. Holding the tail end of the spear and smashing it down from a high place, it was inevitably farther away from the ground. Therefore, Zhao Wumian was still in the air and needed less than half a second to land.

Turga's hands were numb, and his sword was pressed to the ground by Zhao Wumian, but he keenly captured this opportunity of less than half a second, and gave up the sword without hesitation, and instead used his right shoulder to rush forward.

At this distance, Zhao Wumian had no place to hide, so the iron mountain kick, which was like a ramming attack on a city, hit Zhao Wumian's chest and abdomen... With Turga's bones and muscles, this attack would turn an ordinary master into a bloody mist. Even Zhao Wumian would definitely have his ribs broken and his internal organs damaged.

Zhao Wumian was a little surprised. Chou Manjiang, Ning Zhongxia, Li Jingnan, Xian Yuchen, none of them was stronger than Turga... The Rong man in front of him should be the strongest enemy Zhao Wumian had fought since he entered the realm of peeping into the sky.

The half-crippled Udamu does not count.

Mu Lier's beautiful eyes suddenly turned cold, and she almost couldn't help but take action.

But as soon as Turga leaned down, he felt it was soft and there was no feeling of effort at all. Zhao Wumian was not knocked away by him. Instead, the ground where the spear touched exploded again... He was very familiar with it. Isn't this the Tai Chi and the force reduction of Wugong Mountain?

Turga's heart skipped a beat, thinking that something was wrong, but he saw Zhao Wumian's raincoat tear into pieces in an instant, and there was a big hole in the front of his chest, revealing the bruised skin inside. However, he was not knocked away by him, but raised his foot and stamped it on Turga's chest.

Zhao Wumian knows Tai Chi, so does Turga not know it? His eyes turned cold and he wanted to compete with Zhao Wumian, but the next moment, a strong sense of surprise and horror appeared in his eyes.

The two men used Tai Chi to compete, but Turga was down to earth, and as the saying goes, power comes from the ground, so he should have had the upper hand. However, his whole body flew backwards like a cannonball, smashing two houses.

Although Zhao Wumian was also thrown out, he only flew back three meters before lightly tapping the ground and landing gracefully without any effort.

However, he was in the air at the time and was hit by the Iron Mountain Backstroke. The only way to reduce the force was to let the spear touch the ground, so it didn't reduce much, but it was inevitable that a few ribs were broken.

But he was excited in his heart. Ever since he entered the Sky-Watching Realm, he finally had an enemy with whom he could have a good fight.

He swung the spear in his hand, nodded slightly in the direction of the collapsed house, and sneered:
"The number one genius on the grassland? Isn't that awesome? Don't you want to tie my master to the grassland to have a baby? Do you think you are worthy? Even if my master is going to get married, it won't be the turn of a bastard like you who eat grass outside the Great Wall. I am almost..."

Mu Lier had a blank expression on her face, thinking that Zhao Wumian was just having a good time and was talking trash to mess with Turga's mentality.

Not far away, Shen Xiangge paused for a moment, and before Bai Lang could catch his breath, her attack became more and more fierce, as if she was beating up a scumbag.

Meng Po pondered for a moment and whispered, "Is the Tai Chi so good? Although it is not as good as the old Taoists Guiyi and Guiyuan, his level is also very good. After practicing for a few more years, his Tai Chi will probably be among the top three in the world... It just doesn't look right. Is it not authentic Tai Chi? Could it be that he figured it out by himself?" Zhao Wumian's Tai Chi and power reduction were obviously much stronger than Turga.

No matter how talented Turga is, he has only studied for less than two years at most. He probably figured it out through actual combat, which can be considered an unconventional approach. Although Zhao Wumian also figured out his own unconventional approach, he had the advantage of practicing with the Naraku Red Silk for several more years.

Seeing that he was at a disadvantage, Turga, who was also a proud person, felt that his pride as a warrior was being trampled on and crushed repeatedly by Zhao Wumian.

I entered the Sky-Watching Academy two years earlier than him. He has better talent, so does that mean I have worse talent? Why am I at a disadvantage?!

Did I live like a dog for those two years? What did my experience in those two years count for?
The house collapsed, and before the remaining rubble fell to the ground, Turga spat out a mouthful of blood, with bloodshot eyes as he rushed out from the center of the rubble. His speed was so fast that he left a trail of water mist in the rain, and he rushed to the pit just now to pick up his weapon first.

But Zhao Wumian certainly wouldn't let him have his way. He used his light skill of picking stars and changing the moon and appeared in front of Turga in the blink of an eye. Before Turga could pick up his weapon, his spear swung out a string of fine mist in the rain and swept across.

But Turga had no intention of picking up weapons. He did it on purpose just to give Zhao Wumian the illusion. Therefore, before the spear swept across, he was well prepared. He leaned his upper body back suddenly, and the tip of the spear only cut off a few strands of his hair.

Dodging the gun, Turga stomped his feet on the ground, shot up, and punched Zhao Wumian in the heart.

The aftermath of the fist caused countless cracks to appear on the surrounding walls and floor tiles.

But Zhao Wumian swept his gun away, and his sword followed closely behind.

When Turga saw the sword in front of him, he was thinking... Oh, so Zhao Wumian used a spear and a sword for this purpose. He had a spear for long-distance combat and a sword for close combat. However, he was obviously still figuring out the coordinated combat capabilities of the two weapons, so the coordination between the two weapons was still awkward and there was not much coordination.

So he was using me as a training target...

I treated him as a great enemy, and he treated me as a wooden stake for martial arts practice! ?

The rage in Turga's heart was rising, but even though he was furious, he remained calm during the fight.

Turga stretched out his left fist forward, and his wrist touched the sword, making a sound of metal clashing. Zhao Wumian narrowed his eyes slightly and saw that he was wearing a wristband of unknown material on his left hand... This wristband could actually block the Wuhen Sword, so it must be of good quality.

He blocked the horizontal sword with his left hand and suddenly smashed Zhao Wumian's chest with his right fist. The two of them hit each other with the meaning of Tai Chi, but even after reducing the force, Zhao Wumian still flew backwards and smashed a wall.

But as soon as he flew out of the rubble, Zhao Wumian twisted his body in the air, stomped his feet heavily on the wall, sheathed his sword, and held the gun with both hands. The spear, Zhao Wumian's body, and the floor tiles were almost in a parallel line.

Tianluo Spear!
call out----

The gun moved with him like an arrow shot from a bow, and in the blink of an eye the tip of the gun appeared in front of Turga's heart.

The original Master Guishou died from this gunshot, but Turga was many times stronger than Master Guishou.

"drink!"

Turga's eyes were wide open, and his bloody hands suddenly clasped together and stuck to the gun. His body was as still as a mountain, but his boots were imprinted on the floor tiles. He then slid backwards uncontrollably. However, after a distance of two meters, his boots were worn away and disappeared, leaving two bloody marks on his bare feet on the ground.

But before Turga could completely get rid of the force of the spear, he saw Zhao Wumian suddenly loosen his grip on the spear and instead put his right hand behind his waist.

Choke——————

A flash of white light flashed across the street in an instant, and the fastest Star-Picking Knife in the world, swung like a crescent moon and slashed towards Turga's neck in a strange arc.

This knife is not as fast as the Star-Picking Knife, nor as cunning as the Moon-Waning Knife, but it combines the characteristics of both knives.

Turga's eyes were filled with horror. He stepped back vigorously, and his sword drew a bloody mark on his neck. Blood splattered everywhere. If he had moved forward less than an inch, he would have been killed by Zhao Wumian's sword.

Turga held the gun with both hands, and his palms suddenly spun back and forth like playing with a windmill. The gun barrel swept to the side and hit Zhao Wumian's lower abdomen.

boom!
There was a sharp pain in his side, but Zhao Wumian had a defiant look in his eyes. He did not retreat a single step. Instead, he grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands, shattered the rain curtain, and slashed at Turga with the force of splitting a mountain.

Wushan Knife!

Turga had just dodged a knife and was now too weak to dodge again, so he had to raise his wrist guard to block the knife.

But once you are hit by the Wushan Sword, it will not be easy to escape.

After one slash of the sword, Zhao Wumian roared, and in a blink of an eye he chopped down the second and third swords.

Each strike is more ferocious and powerful than the last.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Wumian chopped eight times.

No matter how hard the wristband was, Turga's hands were made of flesh and blood. The blood splattered on the wrist where the wristband was worn, and the flesh and blood were separated from the body, revealing the white bones underneath.

If this continues, after the ninth strike, the wrist guard will not break yet, but Turga’s forearm will be broken first.

But at this moment, Shen Xiangge and Mu Lier's voices came almost at the same time, "Be careful!"

Zhao Wumian thought it was Meng Po who came out to kill him, but just as he put away his knife and prepared to be on guard, a burly man with white hair appeared beside him. There were several daggers stuck in his lower abdomen. It was obvious that he was determined to take a hit from Queen Canghua.

Zhao Wumian had been reminded and was mentally prepared. Although he was surprised, the knife in his hand did not slow down at all. He chopped towards the white wolf with the ninth knife.

As long as Bai Lang could fight him and be held back for a moment, Empress Canghua would be able to arrive... But Zhao Wumian knew it, and Bai Lang naturally knew it too.

As a martial arts master, he reacted extremely quickly and moved quickly. He slightly turned sideways and avoided Zhao Wumian's ninth knife by a hair's breadth. He then grabbed Turga's forearm and soared into the sky, creating a distance of more than ten feet between him and Zhao Wumian in a blink of an eye.

"Let's go! We are defeated this time. If we delay any longer, I can still escape, but you will die here!"

With a murderous look on her pretty face, Lady Canghua flew after him, raised her hand and slapped him, with a powerful energy gushing out. Before she got close, Turga was injured by the energy and spit out blood.

I think what Lady Canghua is most proud of is this majestic inner aura.

White Wolf turned around and slapped out with his palm. His energy filled the sky. Although his power was not as strong as that of Lady Canghua, the rain in the sky dissipated by half with just a wave of his hand.

The two men faced each other in mid-air with their palms, and Lady Canghua couldn't help but pause for a moment, but the White Wolf used the force to fly directly to the other side.

Mu Lier was about to catch up, but seeing the white wolf taking advantage of the situation to escape, she had to give up and looked around with her beautiful eyes alertly... At this moment, it is easy to relax your mind and be attacked by surprise.

Meng Po narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly. The white wolf was trying to escape and it would be really hard to catch it. This battle should be coming to an end... and at this moment, Lady Canghua and the white wolf faced each other in mid-air. The old strength had just gone and the new strength had not yet been generated. Although Mu Lier was still on guard, it was just a unity of heaven and man after all.

Zhao Wumian was badly injured in the battle with Turga... How about capturing Zhao Wumian myself?
Meng Po didn't have enough food to eat when she was young, so she cared a lot about the lives of the lower class people. Zhao Wumian seemed to be the same. Just now, she disguised herself as an old lady at the noodle stall to interact with Zhao Wumian. In fact, she admired this man in her heart, so she didn't think of killing him.

But such a talent would be a real threat to the imperial court. It would be better to capture him and maybe get him to convert to our religion.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but just as Meng Po raised her hips slightly and prepared to attack, she saw Zhao Wumian shouting angrily, "Run!?"

He sheathed the sword in his hand instantly, and his skin turned red, as if the blood under his skin was gushing out at a very fast speed, and white mist rose from his body and dissipated outwards.

Lady Canghua and Mu Lier were both stunned. This, this is the Heavenly Demon Blood Solution! ?

Turga was even more incredulous. It had only been one day, and Zhao Wumian had already learned the Heavenly Demon Blood Solution! ?

This talent, this talent...

Meng Po was also stunned.

boom!
The next moment, a big hole suddenly appeared on the floor tiles under Zhao Wumian's feet, and he disappeared on the spot. However, the people present were all masters, so it was not difficult for them to see Zhao Wumian's movements clearly.

Zhao Wumian rose from the ground and turned into a shadow, approaching the white wolf at an extremely fast speed. The burst and the level of his lightness skill were definitely not inferior to Wu Kui.

Although Bai Lang is a veteran martial arts champion, he is accompanied by a person after all. When it comes to long-distance attack, he is definitely not bad, but when it comes to short-distance burst, he is actually a few points behind Zhao Wumian.

Turga saw Zhao Wumian rushing towards him like a god of death, and a deep horror appeared in his eyes.

Bai Lang's face was gloomy. He raised his hand and slapped Zhao Wumian fiercely.

From the perspective of everyone present, Zhao Wumian was ten feet away from the white wolf, and the sword at his waist was instantly unsheathed.

Choke————

It's like a full moon appearing in the night sky.

Moonlight Sword! The moon rises from all over the world!

The pedestrians on Bailu Street all looked up with surprised expressions.

The Hu elder sister was having dinner with a group of little girls. At this time, a little Hu kid pointed at the night sky with sparkling eyes and said, "Sister, the moon!"

The Huren sister looked incredulous, "Is the lord okay?"

Meng Po was of course fine. She was ready to attack, and then she quietly lay down with her hips flat, staring at the full moon in the night sky with her emerald eyes, and whispered: "We have to treat Zhao Wumian as the martial arts champion..."

The white wolf slapped at him, and Zhao Wumian only had time to raise his forearm to block it. Then he spat out a mouthful of blood in the air and suddenly smashed backwards, smashing several houses along the way.

Mu Lier's face turned pale instantly and she flew away quickly.

The White Wolf felt his other hand lighten and he lowered his eyes to look...where was Turga?

He only grabbed a bloody arm... Turga's arm was cut off and fell down.

"Die!" Empress Canghua's pretty face was full of murderous intent and she rushed forward.

Bai Lang was about to go down to rescue Turga, but if he was entangled by Queen Canghua and Zhao Wumian, he might die here.

The white wolf gritted his teeth, gave up Turga, and fled away.

The White Wolf and Lady Canghua turned into two afterimages, one in front and one behind, and suddenly swept through the rain.

Meng Po then raised her hips again, and the stupid woman ran away. Why not give it a try?

Then, they heard a burst of noise all around. The Changshan defenders and detective officers rushed in from the streets and alleys like locusts, obviously because they heard the sounds of fighting... Of course, these were the people that Zhao Wumian had deployed outside Bailu Street early in the morning.

If these people were deployed in Bailu Street, Turga might not dare to take action... But it’s okay, he has left a trick for Bailang.

Meng Po put down her buttocks silently again, took a deep look at Zhao Wumian who was dug out from the rubble by Mu Lier, and left silently.

Zhao Wumian is not only a martial arts expert, but also very meticulous in his actions.

Success depends on human effort, failure depends on behavior...but Zhao Wumian's behavior and human effort are both top-notch.

Well, I'd better go back to the Holy Church and report this matter to the higher-ups.

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