C240 (1/2)

”Cut the crap, attack!” Han Ling had clearly lost his patience. With an explosive shout, the subordinates in black hiding in various parts of the alleyway all pulled out their swords and jumped out.

So it turned out that Han Ling was the one who had killed so many people at the Ye Mingliu Gold Banquet.

Luo Lingwei regretted not exchanging a dagger at the same time when she was exchanging qinggong, so she could stab this pervert who would kill people without batting an eye.

In the corner, my chest was still recovering, so I couldn't relax and once again controlled my puppets to protect Luo Lingwei.

Although Ye Lianhe's Mortal Martial Art was high, a normal martial arts technique would not be able to withstand Han Ling's unorthodox methods of the Jianghu. There were all sorts of underhanded methods. That group of people would do anything to achieve their goal. If one was not careful, they would be tricked.

It wasn't painful to have a puppet, but it didn't matter if one died. It was most suited to deal with this sort of hooligan.

”Thank you very much.” Being a martial artist as well, Ye Lianhe was able to see with a glance that the internal injuries on her teacher's body were severe. Zhao Wei could no longer stand up for internal injuries of this level.

She shook her head. ”No need to thank me. I didn't do it for you.”

She had roamed the world for many years and had never sold anyone's face. How could she not thank him in the middle of the night? She just didn't want to see her daughter get hurt.

”You're injured, hurry back to the Swallow Tower to rest.” Luo Lingwei was moved, and she held her master's ice-cold hand to persuade her to go back.

Han Ling's target was only Ji Wu Ye, who would not forcefully attack him from that direction.

She didn't say anything as she resolutely stood in front of her.

Luo Lingwei could not say that she was no longer in danger from completing the system quest, so she could only watch as the group of people engaged in a chaotic battle.

Surprisingly, Dugu Qian Huan was still standing under the tree with her sword in hand. She didn't participate in the battle.

Noticing Luo Lingwei's wandering gaze, Dugu Qian Huan coldly snorted and returned her gaze without a shred of cowardice. A murderous aura that seemed to cover the entire sky came surging over like a vast ocean. Luo Lingwei did not know martial arts, nor did she have any internal force. Under the impact of the internal force, the blood and Qi in her chest churned, and a bloody taste appeared in her mouth.

She took several deep breaths against Nightedge before she managed to force the blood out of her mouth.

Ye Lianhe's right hand was rubbing the pattern on the hilt of his sword, ready to strike at any moment. Other people might be fearful of Dugu Qian Huan's strength, but he didn't put them in his eyes.

Ye Lianhe had been through many bloody and teary lessons on the battlefield, and his inner strength had been honed to an unstoppable extent. Even Dugu Qianduan who came from the martial arts world might not be able to gain much from it.

Ye Qing quickly stepped forward to protect Luo Lingwei and also used her inner force to protect her from Dugu Qianyin's oppressive aura. Her ink-like eyebrows creased as she stared at Dugu Qianyin with rapt attention.

Dugu Qian Huan smiled as her lips moved slightly. Luo Lingwei could tell that she was referring to how things had been since they last met.

With whom? Uncle Ye Qing?

During the confrontation between Ye Qing and Dugu Qianyin, Ji Wu Ye had already fought with Han Ling more than ten times. The situation was getting more and more tense. Han Yu's gloomy eyes couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he pulled out his folding fan and joined the battle.

His folding fan was specially forged by Emperor Xu An. The Twelve Bone Splitting Fan was divided into two sides, and when it was opened, each side carried a sharp blade.

Chopping steel like mud, it was exactly the same as a sword.

Han Ling was full of thoughts about capturing Ji Wuye and finding out the secret of his previous dynasty, so he didn't care about what Han Yu did. All of a sudden, Han Yu's sneak attack had succeeded. His shoulder had been cut by a layer of skin, and blood was flowing out of the wound.

Han Ling's face turned pale as he angrily scolded Han Yu, ”What are you doing? Han Yu, do you really not want to go back to Xu An?”