He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

This effect...

Leng Huan paused for a moment, recalling how she and Zhou Guanjing had accidentally blown up a small building in the Weapon Refining Pavilion, and how Jiang Ruoyu had punished them by making them memorize the complete guide to weapon refining materials for three days and three nights. She touched her nose, and without looking back, continued leaping up to the Thousand Machine Pavilion.

She was curious because she had heard that each Thousand Machine Pavilion was the center of the City Lord's Mansion and also the center of the Great Array.

However, the guards surrounded Qianji Pavilion. She cleverly hid behind a pillar on the top floor of the pavilion, while the guards below, like ants, kept swarming into the pavilion, trying to catch her.

Tsk, such a commotion. The few civil officials and staff of the Thousand Machine Pavilion have already hidden themselves. They have cultivation but it is not high. If they go out in this kind of situation, they will be caught in the crossfire.

However, a few Foundation Establishment stage retainers were observing when they overheard the head steward below shouting through gritted teeth, "Everyone, please capture that thief! The city lord will surely reward you handsomely!"

Those people weren't stupid; they had witnessed the head steward suffer a great loss at Leng Huan's hands, and they all hesitated. Only one late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator stepped forward, brandishing his broadsword, and declared, "I'll go and meet him!"

After saying that, he leaped a few steps, stepping on the heads of the guards to reach the Thousand Machine Pavilion. Leng Huan peeked out and saw that he was indeed not very good at close combat. The man had already flown to the sixth floor.

but--

Leng Huan removed the concealment artifact.

A fight is fine too. We're both in the late Foundation Establishment stage, so who's afraid of whom?

She wore a red dress with a black gauze skirt, the gold-woven outer gauze shimmering faintly in the dim light. Her figure was graceful and her beauty unparalleled, making the distant lights appear as a mere backdrop.

Everyone except the head steward then realized that the thief was actually a stunningly beautiful female cultivator!

Without having to rely on his magic weapon to consume spiritual energy, Leng Huan could concentrate on fighting. While he was thinking, the guest cultivator had already stepped onto this level and stopped three zhang away.

He chuckled and said, "I never expected that you, an assassin, would be such a stunning beauty. What a pity. Why don't you admit defeat, and I'll plead with the head steward to let you come with me?"

Leng Huan ignored his words and said, "Pah! I'm not an assassin. I was captured by the city lord's mansion to be sacrificed to that monster, the city lord."

She clicked her tongue sarcastically: "You people, you live in the hands of monsters, don't you? How about it? Do you want to see the magnificent underground palace beneath the Thousand Machines Pavilion, and another terrifying, man-eating appearance of your city lord?"

"You're talking nonsense! You think you can escape by stalling for time? Dream on!"

"Tsk, you won't learn your lesson until you see the coffin! Luckily, you're unsightly, otherwise that monster would have eaten you all first! To prevent you from harming young girls!"

"I think you're just spreading rumors and misleading the public. You've run out of options, so you're resorting to empty talk?"

The guest advisor seemed certain that Leng Huan, a woman, couldn't defeat him, and had no time to waste words on her.

Leng Huan narrowed his eyes and stared at the man. Could it be that he really had some trump card?

"Bah! The formation just trembled, and my friend came to save me. Besides..." She pointed her sword at the opposite side with a "whoosh," "the heads of the Qi and Fang families might even be here!"

Seeing her unwavering resolve and stubborn refusal to listen, the guest minister finally lost his patience. He brandished his long sword and shouted, "Stop talking nonsense! I'll catch you and make you beg for mercy!"

when!

Before he could finish speaking, Leng Huan had already struck first. After arguing for a while, she had rested enough. The swords clashed, producing a clear metallic sound. This was the first time she had used a sword to fight an enemy. She had practiced with Lin Miaoyan before, but had never used her full strength.

She used eight-tenths of her strength in this sword strike. A chilling wind arose, and the airflow spread out in a ring from the two of them, hitting the railing. With a crisp sound, the railing broke and fell from the high-rise building.

The man's weapon was a broadsword, which clashed with her spirit sword without leaving a trace. Leng Huan did not want to compete with him in strength, so she flipped her wrist and, relying on her agility, thrust her sword diagonally at an angle that was difficult to block, aiming for the enemy's armpit. The man reacted quickly and hurriedly withdrew, raising his sword to block.

"Clang!" Sparks flew as the weapons clashed. Leng Huan narrowed her eyes, lowered her wrist, and slashed at the man's arm with the blade scraping against the knife. There was a "sizzle" and sparks flew everywhere. As the blade turned, she felt a tremendous force coming at her!

It turned out that the person hadn't used their full strength yet. Leng Huan became wary, channeling his spiritual energy into his sword. With a series of sword techniques, the person's clothes were torn with a ripping sound.

"Bah! You mother and daughter, you won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences!"

With a loud shout, the man attacked her with his knife. Leng Huan blocked with her sword and engaged in a fierce battle. The two exchanged dozens of moves in an instant, and it seemed that neither of them could gain the upper hand. Both of them had almost exhausted their spiritual energy.

Just then, a loud bang came from afar. It turned out that the gate of the city lord's mansion had opened. Leng Huan was overjoyed. He had been feeling unsafe because he had used up too much spiritual energy. It was good that they had come!

Her eyes gleamed, and she unleashed a palm strike with her spiritual power, startling the man. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Leng Huan retreated rapidly, intending to find Fu Xun and reunite with him.

"Where do you think you're going! Hey!"

Feeling the menacing breeze coming from behind, Leng Huan didn't have time to think. She instantly pulled out a frying pan. With a loud "bang," she was pushed back several feet by the powerful airflow. Her arm went numb, and a cut appeared on her hand.

What the hell!

She stared at the man in shock; the legendary palm strike that could split mountains and shatter rocks was indeed well-deserved.

This person is actually a Foundation Establishment cultivator! He had been playing a conservative style of fighting. Although the two were at similar levels, that person had been at the Foundation Establishment stage for who knows how many years, while Leng Huan had just reached the Foundation Establishment stage. After all, he was a novice with very little practical experience!

She frowned, deftly pulled out a bead, and as the man approached, shouted, "Take this!"

The man held his sword in defense, not expecting it to be just a marble-like projectile. He was caught off guard, and the projectile struck his sword directly. With a loud "boom," it exploded violently, sending him flying. He was covered in dust and dirt, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

It's just that he saw his opponent was beautiful, and after fighting her, he felt she was nothing special. He forgot about the head steward's loss and thought he had victory in his grasp, but unexpectedly, the pretty girl suffered a great loss.

"Bang!" The man crashed into the eaves, causing glazed tiles to fall and a corner of the eaves to collapse. He landed on the ground, coughed a few times, and gritted his teeth, saying, "You filthy woman!"

He seemed even more capable than the head butler. He slowly stood up, dusted off his clothes, took out an iron hammer, and walked towards Leng Huan.

"All's fair in war! Bye-bye!"

Of course, she took off running. After taking some pills to restore her spiritual power, she leaped a few steps and jumped down from the ninth floor. However, the next second, she felt a cold wind behind her, and then her feet sank, and she fell down!

Damn! That man's hammer was a double-chained hammer. She was hanging upside down in mid-air, one foot chained up like on a swing. No, she was dizzy and really wanted to throw up.

This was nine stories high! From this perspective, Leng Huan felt dizzy. He barely opened his eyes and tried to use the Wind Control Talisman to restore his normal perspective, but he was swaying back and forth and couldn't stay still at all.

Hey!

As the man approached, she grabbed the chain and grinned maliciously, "I told you I'd make you beg for mercy, you bitch, try running again!"

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