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Part 2 Yitian Chapter 322 Join forces

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    Chapter 322: Join forces

    The five people walked calmly and slowly surrounded them, forming a siege with no room for escape.

    Qing'er frowned and looked at them intently, wondering why she came to cause trouble for her. Could it be that she had caused trouble a few days ago or was her father's enemy?

    "We have no grudges, why do we need to push each other so hard?" Qing'er asked softly, seeming a little timid and with a delicate voice.

    "Hey, Miss Bai has no grudges against us, but it's because you are Bai Xiaotian's daughter!" The big man with a long and narrow face and eyes sneered, without any sympathy for her.

    "My father is my father, and I am me. You have a grudge. Why do you want to hurt a weak woman like me? Aren't you afraid of the ridicule of the world?!" Qing'er hummed softly, grabbed the dagger on the table with her little hand, and put it on  On the chest, it seems that there is an extra layer of protection for herself, making her appear even more delicate.

    "Haha, that's why we can't introduce ourselves!" The man with the narrow face laughed, stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, and glanced sideways at everyone in the hall.

    The long and narrow eyes were shining with coldness, showing disdain and ridicule, as if they were laughing at them for not having the guts to come forward to report injustice.

    "Huh, shameless gangster!" Qing'er snorted, pouted her lips, and turned to look at Song Wenqing: "Aunt Qing, I have to trouble you again!"

    "Well, be careful!" Song Wenqing nodded and turned to look at the five people. His calm temperament suddenly changed, and it burst out fiercely, as if his hair was flying all over his body.

    She stood up slowly, pushed away the chair, picked up the long sword from the table, and looked at the five people calmly: "Seeing that you are all masters, but you do such a despicable thing, it is really disappointing!"

    "Xiang Master, this girl is very beautiful and hot. Only the Incense Master can subdue her! Hehe" A person next to him chuckled, flattering the man with a narrow face.

    "Brother Zhang has good eyesight!" The man with a long and narrow face laughed and showed approval. His long face covered with scars trembled and shone with excitement. He stared at Song Wenqing greedily: "This little girl has good martial arts skills. She is indeed  It's very spicy, I want to"

    "Bang!" A crisp sound suddenly sounded, interrupting their words.

    The man with the long and narrow face covered his face with his hands, his expression changed drastically, and his eyes suddenly burst into cold light, like a cold sword unsheathed, sweeping coldly around him.

    The people around him were also confused. They only heard the sound but didn't know what it meant. It wasn't until they saw him covering his face that they realized that he had been slapped.

    He looked around with his eyes and turned his head, but he couldn't find any clues. He could only shout loudly and said in a deep voice: "I wonder which master is here to visit?!"

    He has profound internal energy, and his voice echoes endlessly in the hall, like a big copper bell, making the carved beams tremble and the wine jar buzzing.

    Only his voice echoed, but there was no echo.

    When his eyes stopped on Xiao Yuesheng's face, he didn't stop at all. It seemed that Xiao Yuesheng was not proficient in martial arts, but it was Wen Yubing who had his face covered. He felt that it was unfathomable, but judging from his temperament, he guessed which lady it should be.  Not a martial artist.

    He looked solemn and put down the hand covering his face. He stopped laughing and joking. When he looked at Song Wenqing and the others, he also looked solemn. He knew that what happened today would not be smooth sailing. After searching hard just now, he suddenly found something.  I got carried away.

    Cheng Yuanzhen was sitting next to Xiao Yuesheng and saw the hand in his sleeve moving slightly. She vaguely guessed that it might be his hand. It was unknown what kind of hidden weapon it was, but it was invisible. She couldn't help but become wary.

    "Hey, I'm blushing!" When Qing'er saw the man with the narrow face put down his hand, she laughed happily, staring at his face with her almond-shaped eyes.

    What he just said made Qing'er's pretty face turn pale with anger. She couldn't tolerate Aunt Qing being humiliated. It wasn't until she saw him being slapped that she breathed a sigh of relief and screamed happily.

    Since she couldn't be kind, she would not miss the opportunity to rub salt into the other person's wounds and keep laughing.

    "Shut up!" One of them roared, it was the person behind the long and narrow face.

    This person is short in stature, with a round face and half-cut eyebrows. He looks quite funny, and his angry look is not scary at all.

    "Oh, I'm so angry!" Qing'er stuck out her tongue and made a face.

    "You little girl is very sharp-tongued and lacks discipline. Let me teach you a lesson for Bai Xiaotian!" The short man with a round face snorted angrily, stepped out on short legs, and walked towards Qing'er.

    Although he is short in stature, he walks with his head held high and his chest high, imposing and quite masculine.

    Qing'er wanted to fight, but was grabbed by Jiang Suning. Qing'er struggled but couldn't break free, so she couldn't help but said anxiously: "Sister Jiang!"

    "Sister Qing'er, don't be brave, you are not hisopponent.  Jiang Suning said softly, holding Qing'er's sleeves tightly with her little hands.

    "Who said that?! Let's see if I don't beat him until he cries for father and mother!" Qing'er pouted her lips, full of dissatisfaction, and glared angrily at the round-faced man who was slowly approaching.

    Song Wenqing was already standing in front of her, looking at the visitor calmly.

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    Cheng Yuanzhen had been carefully paying attention to Wen Yubing's expression. She didn't dare to look directly at her, so she glanced at her with her peripheral vision. When she saw her eyebrows frowning slightly, she suddenly stood up, gave Song Wenqing a fist, and said loudly:  "You can't kill a chicken with a knife. I'm not talented, so I just help the girl cook!"

    He is extraordinarily smart and knows that Qing'er and Song Wenqing belong to Xiao Yuesheng and the others. Sooner or later, Xiao Yuesheng will take action. Instead of doing this, he might as well take action first and sell a favor.

    Song Wenqing was slightly surprised, took a step back, tilted his head, glanced at him, and then glanced at Xiao Yuesheng again. Seeing his faint smile and unnoticeable jaw, he nodded involuntarily, stepped back to the table, and gave way.  Cheng Yuanzhen.

    Everyone around, whispering again, people are quite excited, and finally can enjoy the style of the three -ring sword with their own eyes!

    The round-faced man had already walked forward, six feet away from Cheng Yuanzhen. His eyebrows were furrowed tightly. He pressed the knife on his waist and asked coldly: "Who are you? Why do you need to meddle in other people's business?!"

    "Whenever the road is uneven, there will always be someone who steps on it!" Cheng Yuanzhen's handsome face tightened, his eyes shone brightly, and he shouted loudly: "I'm here, Cheng Yuanzhen, to learn some clever tricks!"

    "Cheng Yuanzhen" The round-faced man frowned more tightly and pondered for a moment, as if he was about to remember, but suddenly forgot.

    He shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He slowly pulled out his knife and shouted in a deep voice: "At a young age, I don't know the dangers of martial arts. I am a disciple of others who fight against injustice. Today, I will teach you a lesson!"

    The man with a long and narrow face lowered his head and groaned, then raised his head suddenly and said hurriedly: "Brother Song, be careful, he is the three-ring sword Cheng Yuanzhen!"

    "Three-ring sword?!" The round-faced man was slightly startled, his expression suddenly became solemn, and the plain sword that shone with cold light suddenly became heavy.

    The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, and the three-ring sword have spread all over the world in recent times. As members of the gang, they pay great attention to these rising stars. Not to mention anything else, just because he can pick up the Black Wind Village, it will be a big success.  It's amazing.

    "It turns out to be a three-ring sword. This is the grudge between our gang and Bai Xiaotian. Why do you need to wade into this muddy water?!" The round-faced man looked solemn, no longer condescending as before.

    "Haha, I just don't want to see you bullying women!" Cheng Yuanzhen smiled brightly, and the long sword was suddenly unsheathed, feeling cold.

    Seeing that he was determined, the round-faced man felt arrogant in his heart. After a while, the young expert snorted coldly: "Okay, okay! I need to learn from you!"

    "Watch the move!" Cheng Yuanzhen said no more, his face darkened, his body moved, he stepped on the three-ring step, the tip of the sword drew an arc, casting a string of clear shadows towards the person opposite.

    The round-faced man raised his sword, swung it slightly, and took a step forward. The movement was quite small, which was consistent with his short figure.

    "Dang" the sound of gold and iron chiming sounded, clear and melodious, lingering in the hall. People stared wide-eyed, unblinking, for fear of missing every move.

    Cheng Yuanzhen felt the pressure coming from the long sword, and her heart trembled. She did not expect that this person's skill was so powerful, and it aroused the latent blood, and the sword light flickered and became brighter.

    He unleashed his sword skills to his heart's content, arcing the tip of his sword and walking diagonally, which made the round-faced man extremely awkward. He tried his best, but he could only parry and was unable to fight back.

    But although he was struggling, he still looked leisurely. His steps were very small, and his sword was either blocking or blocking, vertical or horizontal, as if a chain was blocking his body, preventing him from splashing water.

    "So awesome!" Qing'er stuck out her tongue.

    Jiang Suning watched with concentration, heard her sigh, turned around and smiled, and glanced at Xiao Yuesheng, only to see him and Wen Yubing lowering their heads and whispering, her eyes flashed, and she hurriedly turned back.

    "It should be someone from the Changfeng Gang." Xiao Yuesheng lowered his voice and said in Wen Yubing's ear.

    The two of them had their heads together, as if there was no one around.

    " Xiao Yuesheng was too lazy to pay attention to others, and Wen Yubing was like this so often that for a moment, he didn't realize that he was in public.

    Most of the people in the hall were focused on Cheng Yuanzhen and the others, paying little attention to this side. Occasionally, some people couldn't help but steal a glance at Wen Yubing. Seeing this, they felt extremely angry. When they looked at Xiao Yuesheng, their eyes shot out with a murderous look.

    "Is it the Changfeng Gang?" Wen Yubing frowned slightly and glanced at the opposite side.? Withdrew his gaze and turned to look directly at Xiao Yuesheng: "Don't take action, lest you kill someone again!"

    Her eyes are clear, like a clear spring in autumn, swaying slightly in the sunlight, making people involuntarily sink into it.

    "I'm afraid Mr. Cheng won't be able to resist." Xiao Yuesheng smiled bitterly. He was very close to Wen Yubing, looking directly at her, and could smell the fragrance she exhaled.

    "I can handle it on my own!" Wen Yubing glared at him, his eyes flashing like a breeze passing over a cold lake, sparkling with light.

    "Okay." Xiao Yuesheng nodded helplessly.

    The two of them separated. Several people across from Wen Yubing were staring angrily at Xiao Yuesheng, their eyes were burning, as if they wanted to eat him. Suddenly, they realized that their cheeks were dizzy.

    Fortunately, she was wearing a thin white gauze to cover her face so that outsiders could not see it, which saved her from embarrassment.

    She couldn¡¯t help but glance at Xiao Yuesheng. It was impossible for him not to notice other people¡¯s eyes, but he still remained the same. It was very hateful!

    The man with a long and narrow face stared intently at the contest between the two men. Seeing that his subordinate was at a disadvantage, his heart was ready to move.

    Cheng Yuanzhen¡¯s long sword is like electricity, and his momentum is overwhelming. His sword moves are extremely deceptive. They seem slow, but they are extremely fast.

    The moves of the three-ring sword were like huge raging waves, one wave after another. The front wave had not receded, but the back wave had arrived. The round-faced man was completely suppressed and had no power to fight back, so he could only resist.

    The man with the long and narrow face no longer hesitated, swung his long sword, stepped out, and stepped into the circle. He raised his long sword and leaned against Cheng Yuanzhen's long sword. His face covered with scars twitched, and he said happily:  "The three-ring sword really deserves its reputation!"

    "Well done!" Cheng Yuanzhen perked up, and the sword light surged again, encircling the man with the long and narrow face, one against two, and he was in high spirits.

    "Shame, it's so embarrassing!" Qing'er gently scratched her pretty face with her slender fingers and cried out softly.

    The muscles on the face of the man with a long and narrow face stopped again. He cherished the feathers, but this time the matter was so important that he could not afford to lose anything, and he could not care about his face.

    Since this is the case, it is better to put aside the face completely, and he shouted in a long voice: "Everyone comes together, life or death does not matter!"

    "Yes!" The other three people shouted, drew their swords, stepped into the circle, and all attacked Cheng Yuanzhen.

    "Grandma, it's so shameless to use more to beat less!" Someone in the hall looked angrily and shouted loudly, it was the big man who drank a lot.

    "That's right, with so many people, we can't win without force!" Someone took the lead, and people had long been indignant, so some people naturally echoed it.

    But no one takes the lead. People are still waiting and watching, not wanting to get into trouble. Once they get involved in the grievances of the world, their lives are often in danger. Don't be careless.

    Cheng Yuanzhen was besieged by five people. They were all masters and cooperated with each other tacitly. His offensive could not completely suppress the five people, so he could only switch from offense to defense.

    The three-ring sword's offensive attack is fierce, but compared to its defensive attack, it is much inferior. With the joint efforts of five masters, he can still defend without any signs of defeat.

    Wen Yubing looked impatiently, and his figure suddenly moved. Everyone saw a white shadow flash past, and then five figures flew up and landed on the floor with a thud about a foot away.
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