The atmosphere was suppressed to the extreme.
In the vast courtyard, only the sound of tiles falling to the ground occasionally could be heard.
Ji Hao's expression was sinister, and the Blood Spirit's power was immense; where he stood, the world seemed to dim by hundreds of times.
Zhou You stood there, a Sword Intent stirring the sky and tearing apart the white clouds.
Old Dog and Xiao Jing trembled, standing in this courtyard, feeling as if they would lose their lives at any moment.
They didn't even dare to think of escaping.
As for the Moon Emperor Sect woman between Zhou You and Ji Hao, her eyes were complex.
"I'll die."
This thought arose in both Zhou You and Ji Hao's minds simultaneously.
But the atmosphere was already built up to this point; it seemed inappropriate not to fight.
In a person's life, they always have to win a few times; if they can't win, losing is acceptable.
But they must never be cowardly!
However, for a woman, is it worth both sides suffering losses?
Who knows which scumbag will benefit later!
Therefore, men must remember one thing.
Never risk your life for someone else's woman.
Dark clouds pressed down on the city, threatening to destroy it.
It was oppressive, too oppressive.
Everyone seemed to see the terrifying, mountain-like blade shadow fall, or perhaps they were anticipating a miracle.
Anyway, it wasn't them who were dying, so what was wrong with anticipating?
"Oh, my stomach hurts."
Zhou You suddenly spoke.
Like a deflated balloon, his Sword Intent vanished.
Ji Hao coughed a few times, "I ate something bad; it's really not suitable to eat junk food anymore."
The Aura dissipated, and it was once again a beautiful, pleasant day.
Zhou You raised his Right Hand, "One move to decide the victor."
There always had to be a duel.
Ji Hao's expression was sinister, "If I hadn't eaten something bad, I would have certainly chopped you into pieces today. Since that's the case, then one move will decide the victor."
In an instant, Old Dog and Xiao Jing became nervous again.
Where were the Dao Protectors?
Damn it, there wouldn't be no Dao Protectors, would there?
Wouldn't that be playing too big?
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
In a flash, the two waved their hands.
The result was that both threw paper.
Ji Hao retracted his blade and stepped back, sneering, "Kid, I'll remember you. There aren't many people who can draw with me."
Zhou You said coldly, "Same to you."
Ji Hao turned and flew away, feeling a chill down his back, covered in cold sweat.
What kind of existence was that guy?
His Sword Heart was so powerful; that surging Sword Intent, if he had made a move, he definitely wouldn't have been able to avoid it.
The best outcome would have been for him to kill the opponent and then be cut in half himself.
If there were a divine doctor present, he might still be able to reattach himself, but his Cultivation would likely be crippled.
"Huff, huff."
Zhou You panted heavily; his strength was truly too weak.
Fan Blood Realm Nine Heavens was still not enough.
He must Breakthrough to Tuotai Realm as soon as possible, preferably Spirit Connection Realm.
Xiao Jing quickly came over, "Young Master?"
He completely didn't understand what had happened, but the opponent was scared away anyway.
Was this personal charisma?
Xiao Jing didn't understand.
"Give me a hand."
Zhou You put his arm around Xiao Jing's shoulder, his body trembling.
Xiao Jing was surprised, "Are you injured?"
Zhou You shook his head, "No, my legs are numb."
Xiao Jing was stunned, his expression blank.
Zhou You patted his Right Hand, his face twisted; standing for so long really made his legs numb.
Old Dog's eyes flickered; he roughly understood now.
The Dao Protectors truly didn't exist; this guy was pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, deliberately disguised as a Fan Blood Realm, specifically to deceive simpletons like them!
This kind of thing wasn't new.
Some rich Young Masters, in order to experience life and find true love, would often disguise themselves as beggars. They would run into the common market, brothels, and whorehouses to search for true love.
If a woman didn't despise them, they could then restore their identity and maximize their prestige.
This scumbag must have been thinking the same thing!
Suddenly, Old Dog's expression changed drastically, "Hand, hand, hand!"
He ran over angrily, his eyes fixed on Zhou You's Left Hand.
Damn it, where are you touching!
Zhou You looked up, "What are you yelling about?"
Old Dog grabbed Zhou You's Left Hand, pushed Xiao Jing aside, supported Zhou You, and said with a fawning smile, "He's just a little kid, all fidgety, how would he know how to serve someone? I'll support you."
How could Zhou You care about such a small matter?
Only after his Right Leg recovered did he breathe a sigh of relief.
He felt that he shouldn't always Cultivate; occasionally, he should do some warm-up exercises or something.
Protecting his body was very important.
"Alas, I'm old."
Zhou You shook his head and sighed, thinking about when he was young, even if he stood on a mountain peak practicing his Sword Intent for days and nights, his legs rarely went numb.
Old Dog rolled his eyes, disdainful in his heart.
Old your grandma's leg!
A young man, always pretending to be old, was he being a jerk?
The group gathered around Sun Ling, who had been beaten into a pig's head.
Sun Ling struggled to open his eyes, "Spare... spare..."
"I know you want to beg for mercy, but don't beg yet."
Zhou You quickly squatted down, "Where is the person Zhao Qian sold to you? That's my friend; I need to find him."
Sun Ling's breathing was rapid, his eyes rolling back.
Zhou You became anxious, "Don't die, hey, finish talking before you die. We're not acting on a stage, so let's not keep us in suspense, okay?"
Sun Ling was shaken three-tenths conscious, "Don't... don't think... I'm easy to bully, I'm not... I'm not a soft persimmon, I... as a ghost... as a ghost, I won't let you... you all go."
"Hello?"
"Hello!"
"Dead?"
Old Dog quickly checked, and then slapped him again.
Xiao Jing began to take his pulse, to see if he could still be saved.
After a while, Xiao Jing looked up, "He's cold."
Zhou You gently stroked his sword sheath, his face grim.
Old Dog immediately took the blame, "It's all my hands' fault; I slapped him to death."
Xiao Jing quickly said, "I stabbed him to death."
"Slapped to death."
"Stabbed to death."
"Slapped to death..."
"Stabbed to death..."
Zhou You slowly spoke, "I'm very unhappy."
Old Dog and Xiao Jing both lowered their heads.
The clue was broken; this was critical.
Because it meant that as long as Lu Renjia didn't die, he would have to suffer for a few more days.
Zhou Chen finally reacted and ran into the ruined courtyard. "Did you find out?"
"I'm hungry."
Zhou You turned and left.
Thinking problems was mentally taxing; he needed to eat and drink his fill.
Zhou Chen quickly followed, feeling a bad premonition in her heart, fearing that nothing had been found out.
Old Dog's eyes darted around, looking at the ruined place.
The opportunity to pick up something was right in front of him.
He couldn't handle real estate, but if he could find gold, silver, jewelry, Cultivation Techniques, or Spirit Stones, he would definitely not let them go.
He winked at Xiao Jing, who widened his eyes, but ultimately, to help Old Dog recoup some losses, he could only silently work with him.
Walking on the street, the onlookers stood far away.
Those who often watched the commotion knew that they easily spread gossip.
Of course, this time the protagonist of the topic wouldn't be Zhou You, but Ji Hao, who made such a big commotion when he fought?
The most infuriating thing was that he even killed an onlooker!
Didn't he know that when fighting, you don't kill onlookers?
The Moon Emperor Sect woman got a chance to breathe and finally struggled to get up.