Chapter 273 Three Witches Fight for a Man

call—-

The breeze brought up the drizzle, and the huge square fell silent after a brief bustle, with everyone staring intently at the handsome man who had caused a stir in the underworld in recent months.

Zhao Wumian drew out his sword, held the hilt in reverse, and placed the blade upright at his waist. His eyebrows suddenly raised as he glanced at Yangshe Yin. With this sword technique, he was able to clearly sense that Yangshe Yin’s heartbeat and blood flow suddenly accelerated, as if it was somewhat similar to when he used the Heavenly Demon Blood Solution.

He just took a pill secretly under the pretext of performing a ceremony… He didn’t know if it had anything to do with the dancing red flower.

Among the guests, there were members of the Fan family holding wine glasses, looking at Yangshe Yin, and pondering the effects of the medicine… They were not sure how much this elixir could improve Yangshe Yin, so they had to fight to find out.

Yangshe Yin’s breathing became heavier. After taking the Wuhongdan, he could clearly feel the power of the medicine expanding along the eight extraordinary meridians at a very fast speed. His internal organs began to operate efficiently like a waterwheel built under a waterfall. His muscles and blood vessels were bulging, but Yangshe Yin’s eyes showed some pain.

Kaka————

The bones in his body cracked and he felt unbearable pain, but as the drug seeped into his body, his brain became excited and he suddenly felt no pain at all, as if he had lost his sense of pain. However, his momentum was rising steadily and light rain was swirling around him, which was pulled by his internal energy.

All the martial artists in the arena were stunned. The martial artists from Shu who were familiar with Yangshe Yin were all in disbelief, “This, this is a breakthrough on the battlefield?”

“The bridge connecting heaven and earth, or the bridge that peeks into the sky?”

“No, I don’t know… How did I suddenly break through?”

Xiao Yuanmu then turned his gaze from Zhao Wumian to Yangshe Yin, tapped his pink lips with his round fan, and whispered, “Borrowing external objects… I wonder how long this person’s body can hold out.”

After Zhao Wumian appeared, Lady Canghua originally planned to capture him, but when she saw Yangshe Yin’s strange behavior, some doubts emerged in her eyes and she temporarily gave up the idea of ​​taking action.

Although Mengpo, Zhao Wumian and others knew that Yangshe Congyun was cooperating with the Fan family to cultivate the Dancing Red Flower, it was actually extremely secretive. Even the Huanzhen Pavilion was unaware of it, so she had no idea what was going on.

Yangshe Yin only felt that the scenery in front of his eyes was vaguely blurred. Although he did not feel any pain, he knew that this pill was so effective that it must have great side effects. He no longer hesitated, his eyes were bloodshot, and he held the knife with both hands, pushing the knife forward and pulling it.

bang————

A loud bang suddenly interrupted the noise in the square. A four-foot-long sword shot into the air, and the sharp blade crossed a distance of several feet in almost an instant. In the horrified eyes of everyone, the skin on Yangshe Yin’s arms holding the sword cracked instantly, leaving a trail of blood mist behind him.

It is somewhat similar to Zhao Wumian’s “One Sword Shura”. The essence of this phenomenon is that the force and speed are too fast and the body cannot withstand it. It is not that this sword is more powerful than “One Sword Shura”.

Before the blade reached him, the wind from the blade dissipated forward, and raindrops hit Zhao Wumian’s face, causing his long hair, which was held up by the headband, and the bamboo hat on his back to sway slightly backwards.

Yangshe Yin’s eyes couldn’t help but show a hint of enthusiasm. With just one pill, he could have such strength! ? This was just a test pill. If the Wuhong Pill was fully made, how powerful would it be! ? Without talking about the future, just talking about the present, Yangshe Yin felt that he could do anything. Zhao Wumian? Very powerful?
Some of the martial artists around couldn’t help but stand up and ask themselves, if they were Zhao Wumian, they would not be able to take the knife no matter what.

The long sword was approaching him in the blink of an eye. Zhao Wumian frowned and looked at Yangshe Yin. Compared with his sword, he was more curious about whether the pill Yangshe Yin took was related to the dancing red flower. But to outsiders, it seemed that he could not react at all. But soon after, there was a “clang” sound, and a cold light suddenly appeared in Yangshe Yin’s fanatical eyes.

Everyone present only felt a flash of knife light passing in front of Zhao Wumian, cold and elegant like a silver moon, but it was so fast that it passed through Yangshe Yin’s knife in the blink of an eye. The tip of the knife was already in front of Yangshe Yin’s chest. If it moved forward a few more inches, the knife would pierce the skin and penetrate into the chest, but the blade stopped there.

Zhao Wumian was watching Yangshe Yin’s reaction.

The sword was pressed against his chest, having already pierced his brocade robe. Yangshe Yin’s fanatical eyes couldn’t help but show a hint of disbelief, but it was quickly replaced by ruthlessness. Without hesitation, he adopted the tactic of injuring in exchange for injury, and his sword kept moving.

Pfft————

A fine rain curtain was accompanied by a blood mist in the air. A bloody knife tip pierced through Yangshe Yin’s brocade robe from behind, piercing his chest. Yangshe Yin should have paused after feeling the pain, but he did not stop at all. His eyes did not change at all, and the long knife had already slashed towards Zhao Wumian’s neck.

Zhao Wumian understood immediately and was not afraid of the pain. He thought it was probably related to Wu Honghua. When he was about to put away the knife, he felt the blade was stuck in his muscles.

Seeing the blade approaching him, he let go of the handle without hesitation, stepped lightly on the ground with his boots, leaned back, and a flash of knife lightly brushed past Zhao Wumian’s neck, cutting the thin string of his hat, so that the hat immediately flew backwards.

Zhao Wumian leaned back, raised his hand and pulled back, pinching the edge of his hat, and his long boots were like hanging upside down golden hooks, stepping suddenly on the handle of the Wuhen Sword from bottom to top.

puff-

The horizontal sword was hit by this force and turned into a white shadow like a crossbow. It pierced through Yangshe Yin’s chest, bringing up a blood mist that shot backwards, and then continued to move forward and was nailed to the high wooden stake at the back of the square!
There was an uproar in the arena. This move alone was enough to tell who was better. Although no one knew why Yangshe Yin’s aura was rising at this moment, it was obvious that there was still a huge gap in strength between him and Zhao Wumian.

A gap the size of a baby’s fist suddenly appeared on Yangshe Yin’s chest. His face turned red instantly, and he instinctively wanted to spit out blood, but he didn’t feel any pain at the moment. His eyes were fierce, and he shouted angrily. He stomped forward heavily, and his boots touched the ground, cracking the floor tiles. He twisted the handle of the knife violently, and swung the blade downward to split Huashan with force, shattering the surrounding rain curtain.

This reaction was quite fast. At this moment, Zhao Wumian was still leaning back, raising his legs and holding the sword, with his body almost parallel to the ground. In this posture, unless he had the supernatural lightness skill of Lan who could use the raindrops to gain momentum, he would have nowhere to hide.

Zhao Wumian snorted coldly and flicked the hat with his fingertips. The hat flew up instantly. He freed his hands and put his palms together. Even though Yangshe Yin’s knife was fast enough, he still caught the blade tightly with his bare hands. Then he pressed it to the side, and the whole person rotated half a circle in the air. His long boots slid in a semicircle in the rain and hit Yangshe Yin’s side heavily.

Bang!
The force was so great that Yangshe Yin’s tall body instantly arched to the side like a shrimp, but as Qingliantian’s top master, he felt no pain after taking the Wuhongdan. His brain was extremely excited and he fought aggressively. He didn’t care whether he was injured or not. His center of gravity was still there, and he stayed where he was without being kicked away.

Seeing that his long sword was clamped by Zhao Wumian, he immediately dropped the sword, bent his knees into elbows, and pressed down to hit Zhao Wumian’s legs.

Zhao Wumian had never learned horizontal training, and although he was physically strong, if he was hit by Yangshe Yin’s elbow in this position, his leg would still be broken.

At this moment, he was already certain that the pill that Yangshe Yin had taken was definitely made by Wu Honghua. He crossed his palms and pressed down, instantly breaking Yangshe Yin’s long sword. Then he flicked his fingers, and the blade fragments turned into cold light, which instantly brushed past Yangshe Yin’s arm, bringing up a flash of blood. Immediately, his arm became limp and lost its strength.

A hint of horror flashed across Yangshe Yin’s cruel eyes, but it turned out that the tendons of his hands had been cut off by the blade fragments used by Zhao Wumian.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement while experts watch the doorway. Most of the people in the martial arts world had a trace of puzzlement in their eyes. How come Yangshe Yin’s elbow had no power at all?

But both Empress Canghua and Xiao Yuanmu were a little surprised in their hearts. At this moment, he could still accurately find the position of Yangshe Yin’s tendons and cut them off. It sounds simple, but his insight and execution ability have reached a point that even they have to look up to him.

In fact, this is all thanks to this sword, which allows Zhao Wumian to see Yangshe Yin’s physical condition at any time and anywhere. Not to mention the location of his tendons, he even knows clearly which muscles are pulsating.

Zhao Wumian nodded secretly in his heart. Although he was not afraid of pain, he was still a human being after all. He would not have much strength after the tendons of his hands and feet were cut… But this Dancing Red Flower was really amazing. Whether it could be effective against top combat forces like Wu Kui was another matter. But if it was used on a large scale against the army, or the backbone of the country and the sect like the Grandmaster, even Zhao Wumian would have a headache.

Just like those two thousand cavalrymen back then, if everyone of them took this pill, Zhao Wumian would definitely die.

With his mind racing, Zhao Wumian dug his hands into the floor tiles to gain leverage, twisted his waist and abdomen violently, and hit Yangshe Yin’s waist and abdomen with his other leg again. This time Yangshe Yin could not hold on, and his tall figure flew sideways uncontrollably and crashed into a house on the side of the square.

Bang!
The house exploded instantly, and blood flowed from the corner of Yangshe Yin’s mouth. Before he could get up, broken bricks and tiles fell and buried him.

Zhao Wumian slapped the ground and stood up with a somersault. He raised his right hand slightly, and the hat just fell down. He caught it and put it on his hair. His left hand stretched out in the direction of the Wuhen Sword, and he used the Controlling Crane and Capturing Dragon Skill. The sword trembled slightly and was sucked into Zhao Wumian’s palm, and he put the sword back into the sheath cleanly.

Take a stroll.

The whole place was silent. Whether in terms of physical strength or fearless fighting style, Yangshe Yin had displayed a combat power several times greater than before. But even so, he couldn’t even injure Zhao Wumian?
Before coming, although most people had heard that Zhao Wumian defeated Tang Weiyu, no one dared to believe it. They just thought that Tang Weiyu was playing with this Weiming Hou. But now it seems that even if Tang Weiyu personally came to fight with Yangshe Yin, it would probably be no more than this.

The Queen Mother’s eyes sparkled, as if she had little stars in them. She held Mu Li’er’s arm with both hands, “Look, that bamboo hat. I made that bamboo hat for the Marquis. He cherishes it so much and wears it so elegantly… When I go back later, I want to make him something else to wear…”

When Mu Lier heard this, she looked a little strange. Is he my man or your man? Why are you so excited?
After Zhao Wumian sheathed his sword, he glanced at the broken blade on the ground, then retracted his gaze to look at the broken bricks. He tied the laces of his bamboo hat with both hands and walked towards Yangshe Yin. “You rely on external objects, and you are unwilling to rely on your own sword. That’s why you can’t communicate with the bridge between heaven and earth.”

A hand stretched out from the rubble, supporting the body to drag Yangshe Yin out, wanting to fight again, but the previous blow had broken most of his bones, and he was covered in blood. He wanted to exert force but suddenly found that he couldn’t even stand up… Wu Hongdan was not omnipotent, and Yangshe Yin’s physique could not withstand the power of the medicine at all.

After trying a few times, he fell to the ground, blood oozing from his mouth. Zhao Wumian’s figure was reflected in his eyes, and he muttered:

“Oh my god, he’s so strong. Fortunately, I’ve fought him before… I know a little bit about his strength. Don’t underestimate him, brother…”

Zhao Wumian actually held back just now. After all, Yangshe Yin was escorting Zhan Yan’s hairpin, so he had to find out where it was. So he came in front of him and said in secret, “I know that the Zhan Yan hairpin is in your hands. Tell me the truth, otherwise I will mobilize troops to pacify Qingcheng Mountain.”

Yangshe Yin’s expression froze and he looked at Zhao Wumian in disbelief.

How did he know? This matter is more secretive than Dancing Red Flower!
Zhao Wumian looked down at him with a slightly cold look in his eyes. “Qingcheng Mountain seems to be the result of your life’s work. Your forces are spread all over Shu. Your sect’s disciples and servants, there are thousands of people, right? What use are these thousands of people in front of the army? You know I am not discussing this with you. If you don’t tell me, I will still dispatch troops to kill everyone in Qingliantian and find them inch by inch.”

Yangshe Yin’s bloody lips trembled. No matter how powerful the Jianghu is, what use is it in front of the army? Qingliantian has a martial arts champion, but doesn’t the imperial court have one? Escape? How can thousands of people escape? Moreover, most of these thousands of people have families, which adds up to tens of thousands.

It is simply ridiculous that tens of thousands of people fled with their families. They can’t even get out of Shu. Even if they scatter and run away, the imperial court has the time and manpower to hunt them down one by one. Not to mention that some of Qing Liantian’s people will definitely surrender to the imperial court and betray their fellow disciples in order to survive.

His breathing became heavier. He was not afraid of death, but who doesn’t have a family? So his chest rose and fell, but he still lost his strength and whispered, “I’ve handed it over to my brother…”

Zhao Wumian nodded slightly, “I will ask Yangshe Congyun for the hairpin myself. As long as he cooperates honestly, I will never hurt the other innocent disciples of your Qingliantian or even their families.”

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Wumian heard a faint sound of breaking air in his ears. His nose moved slightly and he smelled an inexplicable odor.

Ever since absorbing the Xiayun Gu, Zhao Wumian has become extremely sensitive to poisons. As long as he learns a little bit of poison knowledge, he can tell the ingredients and effects of poisons by just smelling them, even if they are colorless and odorless… At this moment, Zhao Wumian sensitively sensed that there was poison in the air without him noticing… What kind of poison is this?

“The scent of cartilage?” Zi Yi’s brows frowned slightly, a little surprised. She couldn’t understand why the air was suddenly filled with the scent of cartilage, but she reacted very quickly. She quickly took out a porcelain bottle from her sleeve and poured out a few pills for the Queen Mother, Mu Li’er and others to take.

However, for those with strong internal strength, cartilage incense is unlikely to be effective in a short period of time, not to mention that it is also related to the dosage. This is an open-air square, and it is a joke to rely on cartilage incense to make a master-level warrior lose his combat effectiveness… But the master is not an ordinary cabbage. Even among the three sects and six schools, there are only a dozen disciples.

Ninety-nine percent of the people present were not masters, so when they smelled the scent of cartilage, they collapsed uncontrollably. Although they were still conscious, they could not use any strength.

“Fuck your mother’s cartilage fragrance!?”

This cartilage incense is obviously the best of the best. Not only is it colorless and odorless, it also takes effect very quickly. Within a breath of time, a large number of people in the square fell down, leaving only a few masters who were holding on by relying on their strong internal strength.

Zhao Wumian’s face changed slightly, knowing that this was the ‘yellow bird’. He thought to himself that this was a good thing that was not worth using. If such a good thing was used in such an open space, it would be wasted. While thinking, he turned his head to look in the direction of the Queen Mother and others. At this moment, someone suddenly reminded him, “Be careful!”

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Wumian heard an extremely sharp sound of breaking through the air.

Wipe——————

The vegetation on Longquan Island was dense, with the lush greenery of Shu, and the sky was green. However, there was a forest on the west side of the square, and the branches and leaves in the forest were shaking violently, as if something had swept through and suddenly shot towards Zhao Wumian from the forest.

Lady Canghua was originally prepared to act as the ‘oriole’, first capturing Zhao Wumian, putting on a scene, and then questioning him about his relationship with Meng Po, but… why did someone steal my job?
She was a little confused, then recognized the identity of the person from his breath. She was ready to move, but now she sat down again, just loudly reminding Zhao Wumian to “be careful”. The speed was too fast, Zhao Wumian just realized something was wrong, looked up, and saw a residual shadow that had already hit a line of water mist in the rain and came in front of him.

Bang!
Zhao Wumian followed his instinct and blocked with his knife. The next moment, the tip of the knife suddenly glowed with fire. The rain in front of him was blown away by the strong wind, forming a semicircular hole.

Zhao Wumian did not use the Heavenly Demon Blood Release, so he slid backwards uncontrollably for more than two meters. His long boots left a long groove on the floor tiles, and his right arm holding the knife went numb. With just this one move, he was sure that this person must be a martial arts master. He activated the Heavenly Demon Blood Release without hesitation, tossed his right hand lightly to switch to the knife in his left hand, and moved with the knife.

Choke————

The knife flashed, and before he could see who the figure was, Zhao Wumian had already slashed at her with his knife… Who else could it be? It must be the Hu woman who picked flowers with Tong Congdao… Flowers… Such a beautiful Hu woman, but these green eyes like a cat, this white and delicate skin, and the veil covering the lower half of her face… Isn’t this the Hu woman who met Zhao Wumian once that night?

The sword suddenly stopped less than a foot away from Meng Po’s neck, and the wind and rain stopped.

Meng Po looked at Zhao Wumian who had stopped the knife expressionlessly. Her eyes cooled slightly but she could not hide an inexplicable smile. She asked softly, “Aren’t you going to do it?”

“You, you are Meng Po…” Zhao Wumian was not stupid. He recognized her identity in the blink of an eye. A trace of surprise and strangeness immediately appeared on his face. “Why didn’t you attack me that night?”

Lady Canghua narrowed her almond-shaped eyes slightly and said, “Okay, okay, Zhao Wumian, Zhao Wumian, even if it’s not as exaggerated as Tong Congdao said, you definitely have some unclear relationship with this woman Mengpo.”

Meng Po’s red lips curled slightly under her veil. She did not answer, but slowly raised the scimitar in her hand, “Each of us serves his own master… Wei Ming Hou, I’m sorry!”

As soon as he finished speaking, several figures suddenly jumped out from the surrounding guest seats, led by a skinny old man. Although it looked like half of his body was buried in the ground, his speed was frighteningly fast.

The crutch in his hand cracked in the air, revealing a long, narrow black sword inside. Taking advantage of the moment when Zhao Wumian’s attention was drawn to Meng Po, the sword stabbed into his back like a poisonous tongue.

But Meng Po raised her eyebrows, “Catch Yangshe Yin! His condition must be related to Wu Honghua!”

Didn’t I say to capture Zhao Wumian alive? Why did you stab him directly in the back!?
The corner of Digong’s eye twitched slightly, but Yangshe Yin was related to Wuhonghua, so he was indeed important. It was not easy for them, the Western Region Holy Church, to capture Yangshe Congyun, so could they not capture his elder brother?
The God of Earth immediately stomped his feet on the ground, and his whole body turned into a right angle in the air and shot out in the direction of Yangshe Yin.

But he dared to change his tactics at this moment, which showed that he did not take Zhao Wumian and his gang seriously.

wipe—-

A sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded, like a flying wild goose in the daytime, piercing through the rain curtain in the blink of an eye and coming to the throat of the Earth God. It turned out to be a pure white sword.

There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the Earth God. What a fast sword. But upon closer inspection, it was just a flying sword. It did not contain much power. There was only the word “fast”. A hint of contempt immediately appeared in his eyes, and he raised his sword to block.

But in the eyes of everyone present, it was Mu Lier who was sitting in the position of Sword Sect. Her eyes turned cold, and she raised her hand and threw her sword into the air. Then she slapped the long table in front of her with her small hand, and the table top instantly broke into pieces. She stomped her white boots on the ground, and the whole person disappeared in the blink of an eye, but she broke through the rain curtain and followed the white sword. When the white sword just reached the throat of the Earth God, she raised her hand, grasped the hilt of the sword, and thrust it forward.

Pfft————

Under the incredulous gaze of the Earth God, the speed of the sword suddenly increased several times and pierced into his throat in the blink of an eye. Then Mu Lier passed by the Earth God like a flying butterfly and sheathed the sword cleanly and neatly.

click –

The head of the God of Earth flew up into the sky, then fell to the ground, rolling a few times, with disbelief and confusion in his eyes.

This is not the strength that should be possessed by the unity of heaven and man…

Meng Po glanced at Mu Li’er and was also slightly startled. This should be the little king of hell of the Sword Sect… How could he be so strong? Has he reached the threshold of the bridge between heaven and earth?

Indeed, ordinary martial artists usually start laying the foundation at the age of three or four. For example, Guan Yunshu started learning fist and palm skills when he was four years old, and could be considered a third-rate master in the martial arts world. Mu Lier started learning martial arts at the age of ten, and now she is twenty-six, and has reached the level of a celestial being. Her talent is so good that even Wudamu wants to extend an olive branch to her.

She doesn’t have “amnesia” like Zhao Wumian. If we talk about the biggest hurdle for her in connecting the bridge between heaven and earth, it is probably “liking Zhao Wumian but not knowing it, and not daring to admit it”… This does not mean that all hurdles are related to love affairs, but Mu Lier cared too much about this before, and it has become a demon in her heart, which has seriously affected her martial arts.

But now that the barrier has been breached, and having experienced countless times between life and death while using her body to refine the Xiayun Gu, she has already honed her state of mind, will, or ‘sword heart’ to a level that would amaze even the contemporary sword masters. Therefore, at this moment, Mu Lier is actually only one opportunity away from building a bridge between heaven and earth.

Meng Po’s heart sank slightly. Mu Li’er and Zhao Wumian were obviously a difficult situation. She gritted her teeth and said without hesitation, “Please, Lord Wei Ming, accompany me to the Holy Church!”

“You deserve it too!?”

Before he finished speaking, a voice that Zhao Wumian was very familiar with suddenly sounded. Amid the stunned gazes of the audience, Goddess Canghua raised her hand and put on a mask, then soared into the sky and shot towards Meng Po.

Although Lady Canghua didn’t understand why Meng Po appeared here with the people from the Western Region Holy Church, she was well aware of Meng Po’s strength. If a fight really broke out, both Zhao Wumian and Mu Lier would suffer if they joined forces.

When Meng Po saw Lady Cang Hua, a trace of surprise appeared in her emerald eyes, “Illusionary Pavilion wants to snatch someone from me!?”

“So what!?”

The two women had some grudges before, and when they met at this moment, they put aside all the new and old grudges and threw Zhao Wumian and Mu Li’er aside and started fighting. For a moment, they were like two afterimages, smashing countless holes in the rain with bangs. Even with Zhao Wumian and Mu Li’er’s eyesight, it was difficult for them to see clearly for a moment. It was obvious that they were using all their strength.

The masters brought by the Holy Church and Lady Canghua looked at each other in confusion, and then they reacted.

“Damn colleagues!”

The two groups of masters drew their weapons and fought each other in an instant, and a master from the Western Region Holy Church looked at Zhao Wumian with a little reluctance. Meng Po was being held back at this moment, and no one could catch Zhao Wumian, so he could only secretly lift Yangshe Yin’s collar and take the opportunity to escape.

Choke————

A sword light like a nine-day silver moon suddenly rang out, and the master’s head immediately soared into the sky. Su Qingqi, wearing a green skirt and a bamboo hat, looked like an immortal. She sheathed her sword and looked at Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian looked at her in surprise… Miss Su! She actually chopped off a master’s head with one sword, so her strength must have been greatly improved.

Su Qingqi was a little shy and pressed down her hat to cover her face, but she was thinking, the two of them were dressed alike at the moment, this must be telepathy~
Seeing that Su Qingqi had already drawn her sword, the masters of the Imperial Palace who were still somewhat stunned immediately attacked. More than a dozen masters joined the battle. In an instant, the square was filled with swords and sabers, shouts of killing, and a master of the Imperial Palace took the opportunity to kick a Jianghu man in the chest, sending him flying several feet away, and said in a delicate voice:
“You are the one who just criticized His Majesty!”

But Meng Po and Cang Hua Niangniang frowned when they saw the chaotic situation. If they continued to fight like this, not only would they gain nothing, but even most of their men would be killed.

The masters are the backbone of the sect, especially Lady Canghua. The subordinates she brings are all masters of Canghua Tower, among whom there are many beautiful female masters, some young and some mature but all virgins… These are all the female disciples who will be used to seduce Zhao Wumian into bed in the future, and not a single one of them can die!

The two women immediately stopped their attacks tacitly, and then, without any prior agreement, they joined forces to attack Zhao Wumian who was watching the show on the side.

Let’s catch this guy first!
Zhao Wumian saw the two evil demons fighting each other happily when they suddenly rushed towards him. Even though he was startled, there was someone who was faster than Queen Canghua and Meng Po. A fragrant breeze blew by, and a tall woman with a breathtakingly beautiful face flashed in front of Zhao Wumian. She pressed down lightly with the round fan in her hand, and the energy of Queen Canghua and Meng Po disappeared into thin air.

With this superb martial art, apart from Wudamu, perhaps only Xiao Yuanmu has such strength.

Both women were stunned, “Xiao Yuanmu!?”

Zhao Wumian looked at the figure in front of him, and was even more shocked. This, this is Xiao Yuanmu? Didn’t she say that although she could return to her original appearance, it would consume a lot of energy?

Xiao Yuanmu certainly didn’t want to ‘become bigger’, but she didn’t know the relationship between Zhao Wumian and Meng Po and Canghua Niangniang. Seeing these two great martial arts masters joining forces to deal with Zhao Wumian, if she continued to watch the show, Zhao Wumian would probably be torn into pieces by these two female demons.

Xiao Yuanmu’s ink-black hair reached her waist, and she was wearing a large piece of clothing. Even though her figure had returned to its original shape, the dress was only slightly tight.

She gently waved her round fan, with a faint smile on her face, and her voice was ethereal and pleasant, just like singing an opera, with an extremely moving tone, “The Holy Church wants Wei Minghou, Cang Hualou wants Zhao Wumian~ I don’t want anything in Taixuan Palace, I only want him~”

These words have a lot of profound meaning. If you think about it carefully, it is thought-provoking. It is obviously talking about Zhao Wumian’s amnesia, but Meng Po and Lady Canghua didn’t think too much about it. They couldn’t understand why Xiao Yuanmu suddenly appeared, but at least one thing was clear.

“You witch, you want to rob someone!?”

Xiao Yuanmu used her round fan to cover the lower half of her face, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she smiled calmly, “So what?”

Lady Canghua and Mengpo are both arrogant warriors. As the three evil sects and three evil women, the three women should be equally famous in the martial arts world. Naturally, no one would submit to the other. Upon hearing what Xiao Yuanmu said, their smiles immediately turned cold, “Then give it a try!”

Everyone in the field was stunned. The three great witches in the martial arts world gathered at Longquan Island… and they were fighting over a man! ?
In fact, it was almost the same. The three women all thought that the other wanted to kill Zhao Wumian, or capture him alive and do something unspeakable to him.

Even Meng Po admired Zhao Wumian very much and wanted to capture him and bring him back to the Holy Church instead of killing him.

Not to mention Lady Canghua and Xiao Yuanmu, there was no way they could harm Zhao Wumian.

But the three women didn’t know…but even if they knew, they would still have to put on an act at this moment.

Bang bang bang————

The figures of the three demon women disappeared in an instant, and the ground began to crack, houses collapsed, and countless ripples spread across Longquan Lake.

Zhao Wumian was originally on high alert, waiting for the “yellow bird”, but seeing the current situation develop into this for some unknown reason…

He sheathed his knife and clasped his hands.

Now that things have come to this, let’s just watch the show.

If it weren’t for his character, he would have wanted to shout a few words, “Stop fighting, stop fighting…”

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