After I got into the drama, I led the plot astray

When the young man heard the low roar, his expression darkened again. He stared straight at the inconspicuous axe in my hand and asked, "What kind of weapon is this?"

I raised the axe and shook it, then rolled my eyes at the young man and said, "Are you blind? Can't you see that this is an axe?"

The young man laughed in anger and said, "Okay, very good, since you dare to anger me, I will let you die more easily tonight."

After the young man finished speaking, he shook the whip in his hand, which actually made a whistle-like scream.

I didn’t expect that this whip is made of fine steel. I don’t know whether the whip is more powerful or the axe in my hand is more powerful.

After the young man cracked the whip, he did not take any further action. Instead, he looked at me quietly, as if he wanted to see something from me.

It can be seen that this young man is very cautious. He must have heard about the disturbance I caused in the Grand Tutor's Mansion last night. Since I was able to scare off several skilled secret guards, I guess my skills must be not bad either. So he doesn't want to act rashly to avoid missing the opportunity.

Since he didn't want to take action first, I granted his wish.

I swung the axe at the young man.

This move is completely disorganized, like a fight between children, and looks a bit ridiculous.

But the young man did not dare to be careless at all. He tiptoed lightly and flew up into the air, then swung the whip towards me with his backhand.

I didn't expect that a person could fly in the air and then turn around and whip me. It seems that I must learn some light skills, otherwise I will be at a disadvantage in a fight.

I can still think about random things while fighting.

The soft whip was hit by the black axe, and there was a "clang" sound. The two weapons collided with each other, and a terrifying spark was collided! My arm was shaken, and the axe almost flew out. The young man didn't seem to be much better, his whole arm was shaking, and he stepped back several steps.

The difference between us was immediately clear. My combat experience was not as good as the young man's, and the young man's internal strength was not as good as mine, nor was his weapon as good as mine. Because after the two weapons collided, his whip was almost cut off, and now only a piece of iron was left hanging, while my small axe was completely intact.

The young man's other hand held down the hand holding the whip so tightly that the hand holding the whip did not look like it was shaking so violently.

The young man suppressed the fear in his eyes and asked in a trembling voice: "Who are you?"

I swung the axe and said, "You are so blind that you don't even recognize me."

Every word I said was full of disrespect. After a young man becomes famous, he is always respected and flattered. Who dares not to take him seriously?

And he could see that I was doing it on purpose, to irritate him.

What masters fear most when fighting is that their minds are influenced by others. Once they lose their concentration, it is easy to lose their lives.

The young man has been through many battles and of course understands this truth, but what I said was too irritating. The mood that had just calmed down with great difficulty was made to explode again by just a few words from me.

This young man was quite skilled in martial arts, and I certainly didn't want to let go of such a good sparring partner. Seeing that I couldn't provoke him, I didn't waste time talking to him and rushed forward with an axe in hand.

The young man quickly whipped his whip to fight back.

That move just now let me know how strong the young man is, but the young man doesn't know the depth of my martial arts. My seemingly clumsy moves, but each move can just catch the young man's attack. The young man doesn't understand my strength at all. He only knows that if he is fast, I am fast, if he is slow, I am slow. I am like his shadow, unable to hurt me at all, but unable to break free from my existence.

In the blink of an eye, the young man and I had exchanged more than a hundred moves. During these hundred moves, I only defended and did not attack. I was like a monkey, leading the young man in circles. He could only move faster and not slower because once he slowed down, my axe would cut off a piece of his clothes or a strand of his hair, scaring him so much that he had to use all his energy to deal with me.

The young man tried his best, but I was still able to handle it with ease. Soon, the young man's strength gradually declined, and he finally realized that he was being made a fool of!

By the time he realized something was wrong, we had fought for nearly 200 moves. At this point, the young man had the idea of ​​retreating, because he knew that if he continued like this, he would only end up dead.

At this moment, a large group of people holding torches rushed towards us.

I glanced at the torches not far away. It seemed that all the guards and secret guards who fell into the pond were rescued. Now they were angrily coming to cause trouble for me.

I had been defending but not attacking, but suddenly I changed my tactics and said loudly, "I'm sleepy, I don't want to play with you anymore."

As my moves changed, the young man felt the pressure on his body increasing. He thought to himself that something was wrong, but before he could react, a fierce murderous aura was approaching. He tried to dodge to the side, but it was too late. The murderous aura chopped off one of his left arms. He screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

However, this murderous aura showed no sign of stopping after breaking the young man's arm. It swept straight towards the yard. I heard a few loud bangs, and the whole yard was split in half by me, and half of the houses collapsed.

The young man showed an expression of disbelief on his face, and his facial muscles were almost stiff. He stuttered and asked, "Isn't this an axe? How, how can it be murderous?"

Looking at the collapsed house, I finally felt that I had made a profit tonight. I said proudly, "Can't the axe have murderous aura? You country bumpkin, with long hair and little knowledge, go back and practice for a few decades before coming to me to learn from you."

After saying that, I turned around and ran away with the axe in my hand.

I can see in the dark and my hearing is very sharp. Although I don't have any light skills, I can run very fast. I ran in the dark like an arrow. In the blink of an eye, I ran out of the Grand Tutor's Mansion and disappeared into the silent street.

The young man looked at my back, feeling angry and anxious. He couldn't breathe and fainted.

When the group of people arrived, they only saw a young man with a broken arm and a collapsed house. I had disappeared without a trace.

In one night, I burned down the Jinxiu Palace and chopped down the Grand Tutor's Mansion with an axe, and I was able to escape unscathed.

When the news reached Zheng Xian's ears, it was already dawn.

Zheng Xian had just gotten up, and hadn't combed his hair or washed his face yet, when the secret guard appeared in front of him and chattered about the results of my all-night riot.

After hearing this, Zheng Xian was stunned and almost fainted.

He pointed at Wei Yi with a shaking finger and asked, "Little Wei, was Jinxiu Palace really burned down last night?"

Wei Yi knelt on the ground with a "pop" sound, and said tremblingly: "Reply, reply Your Majesty, last night I only knew that there was a fire in Jinxiu Palace, but no one came to report that it was Ah Man who set it on fire, so, therefore, I did not know that it was Ah Man who did it."