Oops, the princess is surrounded by the male protagonists

"clang!"

At first, the battle between the two was like a fight between a dragon and a tiger, and it was difficult to tell who was the better one. However, Mo Sijin gradually gained the upper hand with his exquisite Zhutian sword technique. Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Lei Yaohong suddenly changed his tactics and adopted an extremely sharp sword technique. The sword light was like a dragon, whistling out, and the opponent couldn't help but stagger back a step.

"Thunder Blade Technique?"

The records in the Yaksha secret book flashed through Bai Yue's mind. The moves performed by Lei Yaohong in front of her were exactly the same as those described in the book, but she soon discovered that the other party only knew the first few moves in the secret book. The reason why he was able to make Mo Sijin retreat step by step was entirely due to his deep internal strength and rich experience.

"Ajin, he's going to attack your right side from below!"

After observing for half a cup of tea, she finally provided off-field assistance to the boy.

"it is good!"

Mo Sijin swung her sword to block without hesitation according to Bai Yue's instructions, and then the other party's words rang out again.

"His lower right third lane is a blind spot!"

"Yes!"

He suddenly drew his sword, and with a flash of cold light, he aimed directly at the vital point. Lei Yaohong's heart trembled, and he took three steps back as a conditioned reflex.

"Ajin, he only knows the first six moves of the Thunder Blade Technique. If you use the eighth move of the All Heavens Sword Technique to stab his throat, he will definitely not be able to respond!"

"Hey, how did this little witch know that my sword skills were incomplete?"

He was full of doubts, but still focused on defending his upper three routes. Unexpectedly, Mo Sijin smiled cunningly, and the blade suddenly turned, heading straight for his feet. The opponent stretched his body and narrowly avoided the sudden attack.

"Hey, hey, hey, didn't we agree to pierce the throat? You little brats are so rude!"

"Sorry, I just spoke nonsense. This time I will definitely make amends and provide good tactics!"

Bai Yue's face was full of guilt, and she nodded to the old man like crazy, looking very respectful. Mo Sijin couldn't help but chuckle when she saw this, and thought to herself, this sister Yue is really ruthless when she teases people.

"Ajin, he's using the Thunder Barrier Breaking Style now. His left hand is his weak spot, you can attack there!"

"Hey, little witch, don't yell names randomly. I'm using the Thunder Mountain Breaking Style. Left..."

When Lei Yaohong heard the name of his move being called out incorrectly, he became even more unhappy, but suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his left wrist, and his movements involuntarily slowed down for a half beat. When he wanted to fight back, the tip of Mo Sijin's sword had already silently touched his throat like a ghost, and the chill was pressing.

"Grandpa, I'm right, aren't I? The weak spot in this move is your left hand!"

Bai Yue approached the two of them, joking with a smile, while the old man sighed, threw the knife to the ground, and spoke slowly with a tragic look on his face.

"I am not as skilled as you, you can kill me or chop me up as you please!"

"Um, Grandpa, is there some misunderstanding between us? We have no grudge against you, why would we kill you?"

"Bah, you, a little witch under Hua Muan, actually bewitched Master Mo in broad daylight. It's a pity that the fame of Zhujian Villa will be ruined by you!"

Lei Yaohong had a look of heartache on his face, staring at Mo Sijin with sharp eyes. Bai Yue seemed to suddenly understand and quickly spoke.

"Grandpa, you wouldn't think I'm the Demon Cult leader's sweetheart, would you?"

"Of course, Pavilion Master Su told me personally that you cast a spell on Master Mo that made you obey his orders!"

The other person stared at Bai Yue with righteous indignation, and she responded with a slightly embarrassed smile.

"Actually, there's a misunderstanding here. I'm not the Demon Cult leader's sweetheart at all. I'm actually..."

"Sister Yue, didn't we agree not to reveal our identities?"

Mo Sijin quietly leaned close to her ear and whispered in a delicate voice that only the two of them could hear.

"It's okay. This old man has lived an upright life and is a trustworthy person!"

"The main thing is that my little criminal said this guy has never committed a crime, but based on that, he must be a good person!"

Bai Yue did not say the rest of the words. She just held the cold jade token in her palm and waved it gently towards Lei Yaohong.

"Actually, I am the legendary Nine Yang Absolute Veins, and this piece in my hand is the Cold Jade Token!"

Crystal clear water droplets lightly fell on the jade. Seeing this, the other party couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Cold Jade Token, can you let me verify it?"

"can!"

Bai Yue opened her palm, and the token lay quietly on it. Lei Yaohong reached out to touch it without hesitation, but the biting coldness from the token unexpectedly invaded his fingertips, leaving an imperceptible mark of frostbite.

"I'm sorry, you two! I've offended you so much just now. I want to apologize to you here!"

He suddenly withdrew his hand and quickly saluted with a fist.

"It's okay, this guy doesn't have... "

Before Bai Yue could finish her words, the other party turned around and was about to leave.

"Hey, Grandpa, don't you have anything you want to ask? For example, how do I know that you just used the Thunder Blade Technique?"

"Thunder Blade Technique..."

Upon hearing this, Lei Yaohong paused for a moment, then turned around and looked at Bai Yue with a bitter smile on his face.

"This unique martial art of my family has been passed down to my generation, and it has been lost in pieces. Just like what you said, little girl, I only know the first six of the twelve moves..."

"It doesn't matter. I know the whole set of exercises!"

"Yeah, you know the whole set of exercises... What? You know the whole set?"

There was a hint of frustration on the old man's face, but when he heard her words, his expression changed drastically in an instant and he was extremely shocked.

"Ok!"

Bai Yue nodded slightly, then leisurely took out a pen and paper from her sleeve and began to sketch on the paper smoothly.

"Sister Yue, what are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm writing down the last six moves for you, grandpa!"

"What? Little girl, are you willing to teach me all the remaining moves?"

When Lei Yaohong heard this, his cheeks instantly turned red with excitement.

"Yes, isn't this the technique created by your ancestors? Why can't I teach it to you?"

"But...shouldn't martial arts secrets like this be kept secret? Otherwise, if you want to become the best martial artist, wouldn't that mean you'd have another rival?"

The other party looked at her unstinting generosity, and curiosity surged in his heart like a tide.

"That's right. If I become the best in the martial arts world, wealth and power will come pouring in. Then I'll be able to call the shots in the martial arts league, and everyone will obey me!"

"Yes, yes, that's what I mean..."

Before Lei Yaohong finished speaking, the other party shrugged calmly, looking indifferent.

"If that's the case, I have to teach you these martial arts secrets. Otherwise, I can clearly defeat everyone with my strength, but in the end, people will mistakenly think that I rely on some peerless martial arts!"

"...Is this little girl so arrogant?"

The old man looked at the confident Bai Yue with surprise. At the same time, Mo Sijin quietly approached her and whispered in her ear with an intimate posture of rubbing her ears.

"But Sister Yue, you can't even stand in the most basic horse stance for half an hour..."

"I'm talking about later, later, don't worry about this detail now!"

She was engrossed in copying the "Thunder Sword Technique" and had not noticed that their posture at the moment had quietly become somewhat ambiguous. Lei Yaohong's gaze fell on Mo Sijin, only to see her gently leaning against Bai Yue, without even glancing at the sword manual.

"Could this little girl really be Young Master Mo's wife-to-be?"

Looking at this scene, Lei Yaohong couldn't help but murmur in his heart.