Huangxiu

Chapter 889 Take action
Buyun Building is spacious, and most of the rooms on the third floor are private rooms. However, the private rooms need to be absolutely soundproofed and are very far apart from each other.

There is an open space of about 100 square meters at the entrance of the stairs, which is filled with various flowers and plants, decorations, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and gold-painted screens, fully demonstrating the luxury and grandeur of the restaurant.

At this time, this open space of about 100 square meters became a bit crowded after more than 30 masters were crammed in.

When they saw the three women unsheathing their swords, they also displayed their weapons. Some held knives, some held swords, some used strange weapons, and some used bare hands.

Their eyes were burning and their bodies were tense.

They were nervous and excited to personally fight with the disciples of the four major sects.

Knowing that the disciples of the four major sects are masters far beyond their level, they have long wanted to give it a try, but unfortunately they couldn't even touch them.

Moreover, he would never be able to defeat the opponent alone, so it couldn't be better with so many people joining together this time.

What's more, there is the temptation of the celestial inheritance.

"on!"

Someone growled.

"kill--!"

They rushed forward roaring.

The flashes of swords, sabers, palms and fists are in front.

The flowers, plants, antiques, calligraphy and paintings placed around were instantly shredded.

They rushed over like a mighty army with astonishing momentum.

Chu Zhiyuan saw this and shook his head.

These martial arts masters may not have fought with the disciples of the four major sects for a long time and have forgotten how powerful the disciples of the four major sects are.

In his opinion, there is a huge gap between these masters and Lu Qingyuan and Mo Qing.

Not to mention Fu Zheng.

Lu Qingyuan waved his sword and said calmly: "Don't you want this inheritance from the gods? This is the Luoyuan Sword Technique."

As she finished her words, the sword intent of Luoyuan spread in all directions.

All the swords, sabers, palm prints and fist prints within a ten-meter radius of her were annihilated.

She felt the sword intent of the Luoyuan Sword Technique, and there was no ripple in her heart, only calmness, and she drew her sword without mercy.

The tip of the sword lightly scratched the shoulders of several people, directly cutting their tendons.

Even if these people didn't die, they were no longer able to fight back and could only retreat screaming involuntarily.

They retreated, and the people behind them rushed forward, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

Seeing this, Fu Zheng and Mo Qing stopped and did not rush to take action. They saw Lu Qingyuan let go.

Her sword was light and graceful, as beautiful as a dance.

Fu Zheng couldn't help but admire: "Sister Lu is so amazing."

She thought to herself that she was not as graceful and attractive as Lu Qingyuan, and her swordsmanship was even more gloomy.

Lu Qingyuan's sword intent is similar, but his sword moves look more pleasing to the eye, even pleasing to the eye.

In the midst of pleasure, being dragged into the abyss.

This coexistence of elegance and murderous intent requires a deeper understanding of swordsmanship and good enough personal qualifications.

Mo Qing nodded gently: "Junior Sister Lu is a genius in swordsmanship."

Fu Zheng whispered, "Should we take action?"

"It seems that it is not necessary now." Mo Qing shook her head and said, "These guys came just in time when she needed to sharpen her skills."

Fu Zheng said: "Sister Mo, how could it be such a coincidence?"

When they came, their faces were covered, so even though you could tell they were beauties, you couldn't see their faces clearly.

How do you know Lu Qingyuan is here?

Someone must have leaked the information and encouraged so many people to come here in a short period of time.

Mo Qing frowned.

Fu Zheng whispered, "Could it be the two from the Qingwu Sword Sect and the Lihuo Fist Sect?"

"…It's possible." Mo Qing nodded.

She also thought of this. It was impossible for someone to recognize them for no reason.

Seeing this, Chu Zhiyuan chuckled and shook his head.

Chu Zhiyuan's voice suddenly came to Fu Zheng's ears.

Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she said, "Sister Mo, I saw them."

"Where?" Mo Qing asked hurriedly.

Fu Zheng turned around and walked back into the private room, and Mo Qing followed in.

The two women looked out the window and saw the teahouse across the street.

The windows of the Qingyue Teahouse were open, and one could see the two young men sitting at a table in front of the window.

They were sipping tea leisurely, looking happy, as if they were watching a good show.

"These two bastards!" Mo Qing snorted angrily.

She was originally skeptical, but now she is certain of it.

Even if it wasn't them, I couldn't help but feel angry when I saw them gloating over other people's misfortunes. It was obvious that they were both not of good intentions, and their friendliness was all an act, and they were completely opposite in nature.

This is a sinister intention!
Fu Zheng whispered, "Do you want to deal with them?"

Mo Qing hesitated.

Although these two people are sluts, they are disciples of Qingwu Sword Sect and Lihuo Fist Sect, both of which are the four major sects.

The four major sects were secretly fighting each other, but they remained friendly on the surface.

Do I want to destroy this harmony?
Fu Zheng said softly: "Sister Mo, don't do it, let me do it."

"Sister Fu, you..."

Fu Zheng smiled and said, "I am from the Prince Consort's Mansion, I am not afraid of them."

His Highness has revealed their whereabouts, which means he does not want to let them go.

Just deal with them directly. I have disliked them for a long time.

I was holding back before because I didn't want to cause trouble for His Highness, but now that His Highness has nothing to worry about, there is no need for me to swallow my anger.

Mo Qing hesitated.

Fu Zheng smiled and said, "Leave it to me, I'll do it!"

As she spoke, she gently scolded, "Mr. Zhou, Mr. Huang!"

Buyun Restaurant and Qingyue Teahouse are only separated by one room, facing each other.

Previously, their eyes were fixed on the staircase on the third floor, which could be seen through the open window.

When Fu Zheng shouted at him, he immediately turned his head and saw Fu Zheng and Mo Qing.

Fu Zheng snorted, "You two gentlemen are in such a refined mood, are you just watching the fun?"

The two were startled.

Fu Zheng didn't wait for them to say anything, and snorted, "Are you waiting for Sister Lu to be at a disadvantage and fall into a desperate situation, and then a hero will come to save her?!"

The two people's wishful thinking was immediately exposed.

Their minds raced, frantically looking for excuses to resolve the current situation.

Fu Zheng snorted, "Sister Lu has been wearing a mask all the time, and the two gentlemen are the only ones who know her whereabouts. It was you who instigated these people to surround and kill Sister Lu, right? And then you took the opportunity to be a hero and save the beauty, what a good trick!"

As she was speaking, she suddenly stabbed.

The tip of the sword flashed, and two green rays instantly appeared in the teahouse opposite and shot towards the two young men.

"Miss Fu misunderstood!"

"Be bold!"

The two of them reacted completely differently and spoke almost at the same time.

Fu Zheng's figure flashed, crossed over the street, and floated into the teahouse opposite.

Seeing this, Mo Qing turned his head to look at Lu Qingyuan, then jumped into the teahouse opposite.

Fu Zheng had already swung his sword to entangle the two of them, and the sword intent of the Luoyuan Sword Technique enveloped the two of them.

Their sword lights and fist shadows appeared and disappeared in a flash, and they dodged the sword tips in a panic.

Fu Zheng snorted, "I never thought that Qingwu Sword Sect and Lihuo Fist Sect would produce such a cunning person. It really brings shame to the two sects!"

"You are so brave!" The young man with narrow eyes snorted coldly: "You are courting death!"

"Hey, do you have the guts to kill me?!" Fu Zheng said disdainfully.

"Don't think that just because you are from the Twelve Prince Consorts' Mansion, I won't dare to kill you!"

The narrow eyes were green and the fists were like lightning, and red light burst into flames.

"Then come." Fu Zheng sneered.

Under the cover of Luoyuan Sword Technique, the fist shadow appeared and disappeared, as if it was ineffective.

Their lightness skills were not weak, and even when the sword tips landed on them, they were weakened by three points by the invisible force.

The tip of the sword only scratched the clothes and skin, but failed to penetrate the flesh.

Only bloodstains could be seen, but no blood was flowing out.

The other round-faced young man remained silent with a gloomy expression.

I didn't think this plan was appropriate in the first place. I thought that if I took action when something went wrong, Lu Qingyuan and the others wouldn't get hurt.

But now that he was caught in advance, he couldn't explain himself and became a truly vicious person.

More importantly, he couldn't even beat Fu Zheng, a guard from the Twelve Prince Consorts' Mansion.

Mo Qing kept shaking his head but said nothing.

Fu Zheng heard Chu Zhiyuan's voice again, and then the sword's momentum suddenly changed and became light.

The next moment, the tip of the sword suddenly swiftly swept across the shoulders of the two men.

It was as if the two of them had automatically exposed their weaknesses, allowing her to scratch her tendons and immediately dropped their arms.

"Go!" The young man with narrow eyes roared, broke through the window and shot out.

The round-faced young man followed suit and shot out.

Fu Zheng returned the sword to its sheath, and shouted in the air: "You despicable and shameless fellow, you are so disgraceful!"

(End of this chapter)