Hey, you are reborn too?

Xie Yongwei looked in the direction of the voice and saw a figure appear again at the entrance of the teahouse.

The middle-aged man from Beili is back.

But people exclaimed not because of the appearance of the middle-aged Beili, but because of the dark figure behind him.

The figure was standing in a very clever position, just against the light, blocking the light coming from behind him.

All the beams of light, upon encountering him, seemed to automatically and naturally detour.

They seemed to be afraid of this figure, and seemed unwilling to get close to it, so they only cast a shadow in front of him.

There seemed to be an evil spirit lingering around him.

That evil aura is enough to frighten people even if they just look at it from a distance.

Xie Yongwei's heart skipped a beat. How could this breath of war and iron horses be so similar to the scene of the Beili army she saw in her previous life when she was floating?

So similar...

The sword in the dark figure's hand, which was emitting cold light, disappeared into the darkness, but even in the shadow, the ominous dark red color could be seen.

The sword is as dark as water, slightly red with residual blood. (From: The Knight-errant by Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty)

Because it was far away and there were a lot of obstructions in between, Xie Yongwei couldn't see the face of the black figure clearly.

A breath got stuck in his throat, and his chest suddenly felt stuffy. That figure, that movement, no matter how he looked at it, looked just like Venerable Longyin!

Xie Yongwei leaned forward unconsciously and almost choked up her breath. Why did Venerable Long Yin stir up this mess for no reason?

She turned her head to the side and met Xie Yongxuan's equally astonished gaze.

The two looked at each other. When Xie Yongwei blinked for the third time, Xie Yongxuan finally spoke: "Awei, do you think that person looks like the Venerable?"

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and the volume was controlled so that Xie Yongwei could hear it while ensuring that it would not be heard by others.

Xie Yongwei saw a flash of disbelief in his eyes, but soon returned to calm.

Even though she had already made up her mind, Xie Yongwei couldn't help but turn around and take another look at the dark figure.

Strangely enough, the middle-aged man from Beili did not refuse the help of Venerable Longyin.

At this moment, the two of them were standing in front and behind the formation, cooperating with each other in an astonishingly tacit way. It didn't look like they were meeting each other for the first time.

"Tell me," Xie Yongxuan's voice drifted silently into Xie Yongwei's ears, "Have they known each other for a long time?"

Just as Xie Yongxuan said "is that so", the originally low-pressure noise in the teahouse had turned into some intense cursing.

The rest of Xie Yongxuan's words were drowned out by the curses that people were shouting at, although the volume was controlled deliberately.

Xie Yongwei originally wanted to listen to her brother speak, but the voices were transmitted in a certain order.

The voices of other people reached her ears before Xie Yongxuan spoke, so that Xie Yongwei only heard half of her brother's words.

"Who is this guy?"

"Yeah, why do you help Beili's gang as soon as you show up?"

"It looks like he has good martial arts skills, but it's a pity that he is also a dog of Beili's side!"

The noise and people's whispers, without asking for Xie Yongwei's opinion, just went straight into her ears.

Feeling a little stuffy in her chest again, Xie Yongwei blinked silently. Has the conflict between Beili and Dayuan reached this point?

Those light-colored eyes that shone brightly under a small lamp belonged only to Jiang Mian.

At this moment, he appeared in front of Xie Yongwei at an inappropriate time, looking at her.

Xie Yongwei suddenly felt a little suffocated.

The battle situation at the entrance of the teahouse gradually became clearer with the addition of the figure that looked like Venerable Longyin.

Beili already had the advantage. Although the martial arts group was also quite powerful, they were still far inferior to those in Beijing.

Therefore, when a person with good skills and who can cooperate with the Beili people joins the Beili side.

The gang of underworld people no longer had any chance of turning things around.

The leader of the gang of underworld people gritted his teeth at this moment, but his hands moved a little slowly.

When Xie Yongwei saw the bloodshot in his eyes, she knew that he was definitely not willing to give up.

But as for Beili, the formation they had arranged was showing its effectiveness at this moment. They were both offensive and defensive, their attack was efficient and their defense was impeccable.

On the other hand, the martial artists were already struggling to fend off the attacks from Beili, and had no time to launch an active attack.

But it seemed as if the leader did something, their expressions changed, and they suddenly scattered.

Xie Yongwei narrowed her eyes. Are they planning to run away?

As if to confirm Xie Yongwei's guess, those people ran towards the windows and back door of the teahouse.

The people who were hiding behind the windows and back doors now saw that those gangsters were not afraid of death and were running towards them with weapons.

Some of them panicked and quickly covered their heads and lowered their bodies, trying not to attract attention, as if they were waiting for the judgment of fate.

Or those who react quickly may immediately run to the side, trying to avoid those gangsters who are already at the end of their rope.

Most people hid in the correct direction, which kept them safe and did not block the escape routes of those gangsters.

But not everyone is so lucky.

Some people whose brains actually freeze but whose bodies act unconsciously run headlong into misfortune.

They blocked the way for the gangsters to escape.

They could only watch helplessly as those desperate people raised their weapons towards them.

"Click"

"Shua"——

The hand rises and the sword falls.

But strangely, there are also some people with bad luck among these people.

Most of the sword-wielders would, after a few swings and with blood splattering everywhere, fall down the unintentional blockers in their way.

But some people encountered tough opponents and fought with them for several times, and were hit by several swords before they could barely escape.

Beili was very patient and did not disperse to chase after those roaming gangsters. Instead, most of the people stayed at the door.

Xie Yongwei saw the middle-aged man headed by Bei Li exchange a few words with the dark figure, and then the seemingly indestructible formation quietly split into two sides.

Xie Yongwei's pupils shrank. Half of the people who had followed the middle-aged Beili man now followed the black figure!

I don’t know if it’s Xie Yongwei’s illusion.

The dark figure seemed to pause when he was about to leave the entrance of Tingfeng Teahouse.

If Xie Yongwei was not dazzled, she would have seen that the man seemed to slightly tilt his head and glance over here.

Of course, that moment happened extremely quickly.

Before Xie Yongwei could fully react, the dark figure had already disappeared without a trace, along with half of the Beili people.

The two opposing forces moved away one after another, and the atmosphere in the teahouse finally became a little relaxed.

Xie Yongwei listened to the people around her whispering and making noise again, but her eyes refused to leave the door.

She stared at the place where the dark figure had just disappeared.

My chest felt like the spring water had frozen over.

For a moment, Xie Yongwei's eyes became dark and unclear.

That dark figure was most likely the Venerable Long Yin. If he was really the Venerable Long Yin, then...