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Zhao Yushu didn’t know that Zhang Tianshi had been defeated again, but as a cultivator he knew that even if Zhang Tianshi took action, he would still not be safe.

But on the other hand, since Zhang Tianshi had taken action, regardless of whether he won or lost, his task of delaying time had been accomplished. There was no point in wasting time here any longer. After all, even if Second Senior Sister recovered to her full strength, she would not dare to leave.

But it doesn't seem so easy to leave by myself.

The little flying insects couldn't be lured out by their own blood alone, so according to his own plan, if it didn't work, he would just break off his arm or something, and run away when the little flying insects came to clean them up, and then bet that the mountain god or the dragon ball could make him grow it back.

But I really don't want to hurt myself unless it's absolutely necessary.

In this case, we have to start with Yelu Mingjing.

He had discussed this with Zhang Tianshi before. Although power can be controlled, power itself does not distinguish between friend and foe. Yelu Mingjing should have something that can allow him to walk out of here safely. Now it seems that it is the black sword that can predict the future. However, he is still not very willing to come here, which means that using the black sword comes at a price.

This is very strange. I have a lot of magical weapons, and they are very smooth to use. In other novels, if you use Mrs. Xu's conceptual weapon once, it will cost you your arms and legs or directly deduct three to five years of life. But I can use it whenever I want, even to peel an apple. I never know what the price is.

Moreover, Zhao Yushu thought of a problem, that is, although this black sword had been obtained by Yelu Mingjing a long time ago, it was actually activated only after he traveled through time.

It should be yours!

You, Yelu Mingjing, how dare you carve your name on my sword? You are doomed to die.

Now there are two paths before him. The first is to cut off his arm and survive. First, he gambled that he could escape before Yelu Mingjing arrived after cutting off his arm. Then, he gambled that he could get rid of Yelu Mingjing's pursuit after escaping. He also had to consider how to rescue Zhang Tianshi and the second senior sister.

Well, that's an impossible task.

The second way is simple. Block Yelu Mingjing here, snatch the black sword from him, use the black sword to walk out in a swagger, rescue Lao Fan and Xiao Ali in a swagger, and then trap Yelu Mingjing to death here. Well, simple and efficient.

What the hell is efficient? That’s just funny!

Zhao Yushu wanted to smash his phone, but now he had no phone to smash, which made him even angrier.

The first path at least offers a glimmer of hope, but for the second path, unless God sends down a bolt of lightning to kill Yelu Mingjing, there is no chance of victory.

If he knew that Zhang Tianshi had just been defeated from a distance, he would know that even if God sent down a thunderbolt, Yelu Mingjing could not be killed.

In that case, don't think too much about it.

Zhao Yushu sat cross-legged, trying his best to mobilize the spiritual power of the mountain god to heal the wound, which was small but had never healed.

Whatever you are going to do next, you must be in a relatively good state.

Not seeking death doesn't mean you won't die. Old Zhao has never been a stable person, otherwise he shouldn't be called Zhao Yushu, but Han Yushu.

Let's take a gamble, Yelu Mingjing. Since even you think that I am the son of destiny and are willing to give up your position to me, then I will not be polite.

Zhao Yushu didn't plan to waste any more energy escaping. He just sat here and waited for an hour for Yelu Mingjing to come. If the other party didn't come, he would find a way to leave.

I hope Yelu Mingjing will not let him down.

Yelu Mingjing would certainly not let him down.

Only a stick of incense passed and Yelu Mingjing dropped from the sky. He seemed a little disheveled, but his spirit was not weak.

"Master Zhang's sword is indeed powerful. If he uses it at its peak, even if I can take it, I'm afraid I'll be seriously injured."

Yelu Mingjing walked over to Zhao Yushu, who was sitting cross-legged, and sat down in front of him, facing him: "Is your injury still not healed?"

Zhao Yushu's eyes twitched: "Assassin."

Yelu Mingjing laughed: "It's only three-tenths of divine power, not as good as the real thing in your hand. Isn't yours almost good enough?"

Zhao Yushu forced himself to suppress his shock. He loved verbal battles so much, but for a long time he couldn't think of a word to say in reply.

Why does Yelu Mingjing have the sword intent of Assassin! ?

What is his relationship with the Beimang Mountain lineage?

If he knows Assassin, does he know other Beimang skills?

For example, Shadow Step?

"Where's the bronze medal?"

Zhao Yushu forcibly changed the subject.

"this?"

Yelu Mingjing took out the bronze plate and said, "It's a very good thing, but it takes several days to use it again. Actually, since I heard that you killed that idiot Yelu Rang, I should have thought that this thing would fall into your hands. I was careless just now. Do you want it?"

"Do you give it?"

The bronze medal was thrown directly at him, and Zhao Yushu subconsciously reached out to catch it, with surprise on his face.

An earth-grade treasure, and an earth-grade treasure with extremely great lethality, was returned just like that?

"What are you surprised about? I can give you the highest position in the world if you want it. It's just a ground-level item. Zhao Yushu, be generous and don't let me look down on you."

Zhao Yushu decisively stuffed the bronze medal into his arms: "I was wrong. I underestimated you."

"You're wrong in so many ways."

Yelu Mingjing made a sneer without any hesitation.

"Didn't this thing explode on you?"

Zhao Yushu pointed to his chest, where the bronze medal had been stuffed.

"you guess."

I guess your uncle.

Zhao Yushu really wanted to curse, but he was a little scared.

It's not that he's afraid that Yelu Mingjing will kill him. Since everyone has come to this point, anyone could draw a knife first in the next second. This is certainly not something that people would be cowardly about.

Zhao Yushu was afraid that the other party would open his mouth and say a fact that he dared not admit.

"Why don't you just do it?"

Zhao Yushu looked at Yelu Mingjing's bright yet deep eyes and had to admit that he possessed both the roughness of the Liao people and the delicacy of the Tang people. He was very much like the mixed-race star in his previous life. No wonder he could compete with the emperor for women.

"You really want me to do it?"

Yelu Mingjing seemed to be well versed in negotiation skills, which was that he did not answer questions but only asked questions in return. If the other party answered, he could get more information, and if they did not answer, he would not lose out.

This kind of experienced negotiator is much more difficult to deal with than a simple violent man.

Zhao Yushu sighed inwardly and tried to force a smile: "How about we play a question-and-answer game?"

Yelu Mingjing didn't need to squeeze and just smiled brilliantly.

"not good."

you**!

Zhao Yushu once again held back his curse words, feeling as if he was about to vomit blood because of the old, no, middle-aged bastard opposite him.

"Then at least tell me how you managed to survive your teacher."

"you guess."

"Okay, I'll guess then."

Zhao Yushu agreed decisively, and this time it was Yelu Mingjing's turn to have his smile gradually become stiff.

"But before you guess, I can guess one more thing."

Zhao Yushu put on a very mean smile: "You are also seriously injured."

Yelu Mingjing's smile disappeared completely.