Lu Feng, the former fierce frontier general, chased Ye Wumian for a long time, but not a single move could get close to him. He screamed in annoyance, wishing he could break his steel teeth and curse.
At the right time, Ye Wumian raised his sword with a start, and the "How many flowers have fallen" method was immediately unfolded, stabbing Shen Tong's throat.
Shen Tong was in a hurry and raised his dagger to block. He barely managed to block it and narrowly saved his life.
Ye Wumian's sword tip slid down, and with a "pop" sound, it pierced the soft armor worn by Shen Tong.
The soft armor, which had already been scratched into disarray, finally couldn't withstand it any longer. The hairs flew everywhere, fell into pieces, and fell apart immediately.
An ancient yellow-covered book fell silently from Shen Tong's arms. Ye Wumian had sharp eyes and quick hands. He held a sword in his right hand and rushed to grab the ancient book before Shen Tong with his left hand. He glanced at it and looked at it quickly.
The cover reads "Qi Men's Nine-Character Mantra for Hidden Weapons".
He thought quickly: "Hidden weapon mantra? From this point of view, this book must be the method for men with soft armor to practice hidden weapons."
Sure enough, Shen Tong panicked and shouted loudly: "You thief maid, please give me back the secret book!"
Ye Wumian is even more certain that this book is the Book of Hidden Weapons. Ignoring him, he put the book firmly in his arms.
Shen Tong's hidden weapon, Xing Xingzi, was so exquisite that it really embarrassed him tonight. Now that he has the opportunity to learn this unique skill, how could Ye Wumian give up so easily?
As the saying goes, there is no need to be overwhelmed by many skills. It just so happens that I have never started with hidden weapons, so I can borrow this book to take a look.
Shen Tong lost the secret book and became furious and high-spirited. The dagger in his hand actually brought out a few unique tricks. General Ye Wumian will recognize that words such as "last night's rain and wind," and "lonely sandbanks are cold" are all derived from swordsmanship and the short-blade method of the past.
Ye Wumian sneered and cracked them one by one, gradually suppressing the angry Shen Tong back again.
At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a scene of clothes flying, and suddenly he heard Lu Feng shout loudly: "The three orphans of Yanzhao, they are actually the three orphans of Yanzhao, why are they here?"
Lu Feng did not attack Ye Wumian for a moment, and Shen Tong was also busy retreating. Ye Wumian suddenly became free and looked carefully out of the corner of his eye.
I saw three beautiful women in white, coming hand in hand, riding on the wind and performing Qinggong, as if falling from the moon palace to the mortal world.
When I took a closer look during the sleepless night, I saw that the white clothes of these three women were not ordinary white clothes. They were the style worn by people wearing linen and mourning. At first glance, they seemed incompatible with the festive atmosphere of Prince Ji's palace.
Lu Feng called these three people the "Three Orphans of Yan and Zhao". This was the first time Ye Wumian heard this name, and he was confused. He didn't know whether they were enemies or friends, or what the purpose of their arrival was.
But seeing that these three people are all extraordinary in light skills and have a stable figure, they should all be masters in the realm of reverse communication.
This was the first time for him to see so many reverse masters. It's okay to be neither an enemy nor a friend, but if it's the palace's reinforcements, this life tonight must be taken care of here.
"It doesn't matter if I die, I must risk my life to rescue the young lady from this deep compound!"
The friend and the enemy were unknown, and he did not dare to gamble at night. Seeing that Shen Tong and Lu Feng had not yet taken a posture of fighting immediately, they quickly seized the gap, took steps, and rushed towards the inner room.
Shen Tong and Lu Feng were both of the same generation, so how could Ye Wumian take advantage of them?
At that moment, Lu Feng shouted: "Shen Tong!"
Shen Tong understood immediately and fired four sparks in his hand, all heading towards Ye Wumian, in order to stop him from entering the inner room to save Luo Xiangzhu.
According to common sense, Ye Wumian should immediately turn around and knock down the sparks, or take a step back to avoid the incoming hidden weapon.
But in this case, it will inevitably be delayed like before.
He gritted his silver teeth, did not change his direction, and continued to charge forward. He moved his pine pattern sword back and shot down two sparks.
Another one shot into the flesh.
He groaned, and his figure lingered for a brief moment. He forced himself to hold back the pain, ignored the hidden weapon, and continued to run into the inner room.
Suddenly, two of the so-called "Three Orphans of Yan and Zhao" were heard shouting in unison: "Quickly get ahead of this maid and bring him out!"
The man who didn't speak gave a sweet shout and accepted the order. As soon as his body moved, he flew straight into the inner room like an arrow from the string.
The two people talking were not idle either. Each held a weapon in their hands and quickly attacked to join the battle group.
Lu Feng shouted loudly: "Dao Linglong, Chi Weixue, you three orphans of Yan and Zhao are so brave, you actually dare to break into Prince Ji's house at night! Your sister is wearing a cold shirt and flying to her new house. What does she want?"
The two women in white who flew toward him snorted coldly and did not answer. One person holds a knife to stop Shen Tong; another person holds a sword to stab Lu Feng.
The woman who came to stab Lu Feng smiled and said: "How do you, a big man, recognize that I am Chi Weixue, and how do you recognize the other two of our three orphans at Yanzhao?"
Lu Feng cautiously accepted the challenge, using the three-pronged fork in his hand to deflect Chi Weixue's heavy sword shadow, and found a gap to say: "Other than you three orphans of Yan and Zhao, who would wear hemp and mourn all day long? Besides, the three orphans of Yan and Zhao have different weapons. It’s different, you already have a sword, how could I not tell that you are Chi Weixue!”
Chi Weixue said: "Since your dog eyes are so bright, I have to teach you to be a sensible person tonight."
As he said that, a long sword danced wildly like a white snake. It was so flexible that it hit the three-pronged fork in Lu Feng's hand, and he groaned secretly.
He took the opportunity to look at Shen Tong. The old man was not feeling well either. He was forced to escape by Dao Linglong who was holding a knife.
The two women gained the upper hand and shouted in unison: "Sister, we held two generals for you, take them out quickly, don't stay here for a long time!"
The sister they were talking about was naturally the one who flew to grab Han Shiqiang from the woman who entered the inner room from the very beginning.
This woman was extremely fast. She also wore a blow dart on her mouth and blew out seven or eight tiny arrows, all of which struck Ye Wumian.
Ye Wumian has a very strong sense of perception, how could he not hear the sound of the dart blowing? He roared angrily, swung his sword wildly, and shot down most of them, but there were still a few that sank into his flesh.
Fortunately, none of the hidden weapons tonight were scalded with poison, otherwise he might have been in danger at this moment.
Even so, being hit with hidden weapons many times is still not a good feeling. As the saying goes, a single move can move the whole body. Three hidden weapons pierced into his body. When he was performing his exercises, he was in unbearable pain and his speed inevitably slowed down.
Han Shanqing suddenly rushed forward and caught up with Ye Wumian. When he looked sideways, he saw three more darts blowing toward his face.
This time, Ye Wumian didn't dare to fight lightly, so he quickly knocked him down with his pine pattern sword.
While his hands and feet were dealing with it, Han Shiqing was one step ahead of him, flew into the inner room, and picked up a bride who fell on the ground and was wearing a wedding dress.
Han Shan relaxed his mouth slightly, put away the blowgun, rolled up the bride's sleeves, revealing a light-colored butterfly-shaped birthmark on her arm.
"Jinzhu's widow, she is indeed Jinzhu's widow! It's just——" Han's shirt was as light as a treasure, and he screamed like a ghost.
