The Beauty’s Blade

Yang Wumin's figure froze, not because she didn't want to do it, but because she had a cold sword on her neck.

The tears in Chunfeng Xiao's eyes had long since stopped, and there were a few traces of blood on the corners of her lips. She was lying on the ground, but in an instant she got up from the ground and stabbed the soft sword that had been wrapped around her waist.

Chunfengxiao is a woman with martial arts, otherwise how can she hold up Chunfengyixiaolou? How did she ran to Fu Wanqing for help under the besieging of a group of big men. It's just that her martial arts is not considered clever, and she cannot save herself from a difficult situation. However, at this moment, everything was enough, and her long sword was resting on the neck of the woman who insulted her. Chunfeng laughed coldly, not the kind of transcendent coldness, but a kind of gloomy cold like a snake spitting out a letter.

"Chunfeng laugh!" Yang Wumin squeezed these three words from between her teeth, and she said angrily, "What do you have for my prestigious escort? What do you hate for you to slander us like this!"

Chunfeng laughed again. She licked her lips and replied: "Lu Qi is my confidant. You have harmed him. Do you think there is any enmity between us? Miss Yang, please don't act rashly, otherwise I, a lowly woman, will hurt you if you are not careful."

"Fu Wanqing, did you instruct it?" Yang Wumin suddenly raised his head, staring at Fu Wanqing and asked.

Fu Wanqing snorted and laughed lazily: "What does Chunfeng laughter have to do with me? Why does she listen to me? Yang Wumin, Yang Wumin, you are still so stupid, just like your little concubine!" Fu Hui is very concerned about the relationship with Weiyang Escort, but Fu Wanqing doesn't. She hated Yang Yifei, who was a prestigious escort, just as she hated Fu Hui. These two married brothers, they are really wonderful! I was so tired that my mother and aunt died Huangquan! Thinking of some past events, Fu Wanqing's brows condensed sharply, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in her eyes. She was about to move, and a hand suddenly wrapped around her waist, making the murderous intent disappear invisibly.

"Dang--" The ground made a crisp sound, and the long sword in Chunfeng Xiao's hand was shot down. Yang Wumin breathed a sigh of relief and immediately folded his palm and slashed towards Chunfeng Xiao. It's just that she missed this move, because Chunfengxiao had been preempted by someone, and she had reached a place beyond the reach of the palm. Yang Wumin was about to get angry, and when he looked up, he saw a familiar expression. She stomped her feet, and groaned, "Brother! What are you doing, this bitch, she wants to kill me and you save her? She is the one who slanders our prestigious Escort!"

It was Yang Wugong who came. He walked limping like a slow-moving old man, but just now, people had seen his fast body shape. A tired smile appeared on Yang Wugong’s haggard face. He arched his hands towards Fu Wanqing: "Qing...Miss Fu." He choked off his almost blurt voice in time, and looked down at his lame foot. , A trace of sadness passed between the eyebrows. "This matter is closely related to the century-old reputation of my prestigious Escort. I want to take away the girl Chunfengxiao." This sentence was addressed to Fu Wanqing and to the martial arts people present.

"It turns out to be Young Master Yang, who you want to take away. We don't have any problems with you. It's just that, other girls don't necessarily want to go with you." A frivolous laughter came from behind the crowd, and the voice fell. The man had pushed aside the crowd blocking the door, and walked to the front. It was a woman dressed in men's clothing. She waved a gold folding fan in her hand. Her eyes turned around everyone, and she stopped.

"Neither male nor female!" Yang Wumin glanced at her and hummed disdainfully. In the next instant, she was slapped in the air, and her cheek was swollen. How can Yang Wumin endure such grievances? After separating Yang Wugong who was in front of him, he rushed to teach the woman a lesson. The woman in men's clothing was still swaying her folding fan calmly, and two figures flashed out from behind her, opening up Yang Wumin's fierce moves.

"Zhong Shiling! Zhong Shixiu!" Yang Wumin halted, humming. With tears in her eyes, she turned to look at Yang Wugong's face, and said aggrievedly, "The people from the Heavenly Mystery Gate are also here. Brother, what do you mean by the Zhong brothers?"

"Presumably this girl is the'Three Young Masters' who have been circulating frequently in the rivers and lakes recently. Under Yang Wugong, this is my sister Yang Wumin. If there is any offense, please third son Haihan." Yang Wugong took a step forward and captured Yang Wumin. Behind him, with reproachful eyes, he swept across the slightly embarrassed cheeks of the Zhong brothers. The friendship of the Baidao Alliance is not a year or two. They have grown up together since childhood. Now because of a woman, they have lost the face of a prestigious dart, and the Zhong brothers have a bad heart.

San Gongzi's expression suddenly became cold, she closed the folding fan, and reprimanded: "Long!"

"Big Brother Zhong, Brother Zhong, you also know that this matter is extremely important. If you accidentally ruin the affection of several families, it is not a good thing. You come here, don't you want to intervene?" Yang Wugong With a faint laugh, he turned to the Zhong brothers and asked.

Zhong Shiling's face was red and white. He raised his head slightly and hummed: "Our Heavenly Mystery Gate is here for this matter. Miss Fu wants to come here for this reason. Our Baidao Alliance does not distinguish between you and me. Can’t we work together to resolve the issue? Or do you mean that you have a ghost in your heart and do not allow us to interfere?"

Yang Wumin is not as good-minded as her brother. She couldn't help it when she heard this. She jumped out from behind Yang Wugong, and she cursed: "Nonsense! Zhong Shiling, don't spit someone! You Tianji Gate and Chivalry Villa Should we partner to bully our brothers and sisters and fail?"

Zhong Shixiu's face was not good, he clenched his fists, his eyes lingered on San Gongzi and Fu Wanqing, and finally frowned and said, "As long as the opinions differ, is it bullying you?"

Fu Wanqing, who was on the sidelines, was always smiling. She didn't have these people from the rivers and lakes in her eyes, and she seemed to be able to tolerate Yushengyan. She sat in Yu Shengyan's arms, holding the book she had read before in her hand, flipping gently, and laughing and chatting in Yu Shengyan's ear from time to time, showing her daughter's tenderness. Yu Shengyan was silent most of the time, and replied very occasionally in a low voice. Their unreliable attitude makes people angry and fearful.

San Gongzi's eyes swept over Fu Wanqing, she pursed her lips, turned to Chunfengxiao, and asked, "Girl Chunfengxiao, who are you going to go with?"

Chunfengxiao leaned on the pillars in the room and looked cold and indifferent. She replied: "Chunfengxiao can only be in the Chunfeng Yixiao Building. As for any prestigious **** or Tianji Gate, I will not go!"

The third son patted his palms and nodded: "Very good, very good. Young Master Yang, did you hear that? Chunfengxiao will not go to the prestigious Escort with you."

"That's not going to the secret gate with you!" Yang Wumin snorted coldly.

The third son didn't even give Yang Wumin the light from the corner of her eyes. She just smiled and said, "Girl Chunfeng Xiao, you go back to Xiaoxiaolou, I will send someone to protect you, so that some people will not have the opportunity to kill."

Yang Wugong finally couldn't calm down. He swept away the Zhong brothers who nodded because of San Gongzi's words, and asked in a solemn voice: "Is the Tianjimen going to fight our Weiyang Escort on this matter? Have you disregarded the friendship between the two families for many years?"

Zhong Shiling cursed his eyebrows and shouted: "San Gongzi is not from our Tianjimen."

Zhong Shixiu nodded and replied: "San Gongzi wants to protect Chunfeng Xiao, what does this have to do with our Tianji Gate?"

Yang Wumin sneered: "Since it has nothing to do with you, why should you follow her."

The Zhong brothers laughed and said in unison: "We want to pursue her."

Yang Wugong said slowly: "Aren't you admiring jade for smoking?"

The Zhong brothers looked stiff, and subconsciously swept towards Fu Wanqing, who was a woman who resembled Yu Shengyan, but it was Fu Wanqing's person.

Zhong Shixiu said angrily: "Don't you Yang Wugong like Miss Fu? But didn't you go to the kiln in the end?" He regretted this, and looked at Fu Wanqing secretly, seeing that she hadn't paid attention. In one breath. Zhong Shixiu is relaxed, but Yang Wugong's face has become ashen, as if a puff of smoke can come out.

One of the easiest ways to provoke anger is to constantly expose people's scars. Yang Wogong's scar is his leg, or the marriage to Fu Wanqing. He was almost able to climb to the proud girl of that day, but it was a pity that he was ruined by a foolish drunk.

Fu Wanqing spoke suddenly, her eyes still staying on the book.

"Have you decided? Is there enough trouble? Don't you leave here?"

The room fell silent all at once, and there was only the sound of rustling flipping through books.

San Gongzi took the lead and walked forward, holding on to Chun Feng Xiao and exiting the room, while the Zhong brothers followed her and left.

Fu Wanqing and Yu Shengyan, the two did not provoke women, the other martial artists saw that the momentum was not right, and moved away. Only Yang Wugong, who was trapped in painful memories, couldn't suppress the heat in his eyes. He almost walked towards Fu Wanqing with his legs open, but was awakened by Yang Wumin's loud shout.

"Brother, what are you still doing here? Look at Fu Wanqing's vulgar woman?"

Yang Wumin turned angrily and jumped out of the window, but Yang Wugong walked out of the room with a sad face.

Fu Wanqing opened the book, wrapped Yu Shengyan's neck, laughed and said, "Unconventional and corrupt? She said that we are unconventional."