A peasant girl traveled through time and space, and she became prosperous

The little bandit whose throat was cut by Wen Meijiu fell to the ground, and then Wen Meijiu swung his knife and turned to another little bandit.

The two little bandits fell down right after him, relieving Art's pressure and also attracting the attention of the other bandits.

They turned around and saw the dagger in Wen Meijiu's hand, then looked at the tragic death of their companions on the ground. They were immediately furious and surrounded Wen Meijiu.

How could a man like Art let Wen Meijiu fight alone? He immediately rushed to Wen Meijiu, stood back to back with her, and faced the enemy's siege at the same time.

"Kill them all, leave no one alive."

The bandit leader stood on the periphery, his eyes were bloodshot, and he loudly ordered his men.

The little bandits were all in high spirits and started to surround Wen Meijiu and Art.

"What the hell is going on?"

Agu couldn't figure out their routine, nor did he know if they had any conspiracy, so he began to mutter to himself.

Warm wine comforts him:

"No matter how things change, the essence remains the same. No matter what they do, we just need to focus on fighting the enemy."

Just at this moment, the little bandits who were circling in front of them suddenly gathered together in pairs and kept circling around them.

The funniest thing was that the bandit leader suddenly flipped over and flew onto the shoulders of two of the bandits, as if he was about to fly, with his eyes as sharp as an eagle's, staring at Wen Meijiu and Art.

"What are you trying to do to scare me? I'm not afraid of you."

Art was afraid that Wen Meijiu, a woman, would be frightened by the other party's posture, so he immediately protected Wen Meijiu behind him.

Wen Meijiu narrowed his eyes slightly and thought the posture was so familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Before she could figure out what was going on, the bandit leader tumbled over the shoulders of two people, and the sword in his hand had turned into a spinning flower ball.

Ah! Wen Meijiu suddenly remembered that this was exactly the same sword technique as that of the innkeeper and his wife. The only difference was that the innkeeper and his wife used two swords together, while this bandit leader was alone.

It seems that his power is indeed not as strong as those two.

The bandit leader flew over and separated Wen Meijiu and Art. Wen Meijiu quickly hid in a safe corner and waited for the opportunity.

Art also wanted to protect Wen Meijiu, so he took the initiative to attack and fight with the bandit leader.

After carefully observing for several rounds, Wen Meijiu figured out his flaw.

The couple worked together and relied on each other, while the bandit leader was alone and relied on two small bandits as his base.

Whether in terms of strength or skills, the two little bandits are much inferior to the proprietress. If they start from the basic situation, they may have a chance of winning.

The bandit leader was always in a high position. When he flew over from this side, he would land on the two small bandits on the other side, looking down at Art from a high position. No matter how strong Art was, he could not use his fists and feet, and naturally fell into a disadvantage.

Knowing that he was no match for the bandit leader, Wen Meijiu attacked him by surprise. While Art was fighting with the other party, he attacked the two small bandits with a dagger.

The young bandit was so busy warming up the wine that he neglected to set up a scaffold to support the bandit leader's landing, and the bandit leader fell to the ground.

"Haha, sister, you are so smart!"

Art, who had been beaten back by the opponent, burst into laughter when he saw the opponent fall to the ground, and did not forget to praise Wen Meijiu.

"watch out."

The bandit leader suffered a loss and was not willing to let it go. He immediately jumped up, flew until only his shadow was left, and rushed towards Wen Meijiu.

"Girl, be careful!"

Art knew that Wen Meijiu could not beat the other party, so he turned around and pounced on Wen Meijiu, holding her and rolling to the corner, thus barely avoiding the sword shadow of the bandit leader.

The bandit leader was even more annoyed and was not willing to let go of the warm wine. Without waiting for them to get up, he rushed towards them quickly.

"Master, look!"

Zhi Zheng rushed over and saw Wen Meijiu and Art in danger at first sight, and immediately called Prince Wang who came later.

The Butterfly Flying Sword Technique is extremely rare. Young Master Wang mentioned it last time when he was sparring with Zhi Zheng. When Zhi Zheng saw it this time, he of course knew how powerful it was.

After Zhizheng's reminder, Master Wang didn't have time to think too much. He immediately used the Tiangang Palm Technique towards the spherical figure and hit the hilt of the sword. In an instant, the sword flew out at an extremely fast speed.

Soon, Prince Wang's sword cut the bandit leader's arm. The wound was very deep and blood gushed out. He fell to the side, covering his wound and glaring at this side angrily.

"Tian Gang Palm Technique, who is your teacher?"

This bandit leader is quite a character, as he actually recognized the Tiangang Palm Technique.

Prince Wang ignored him. Although his face was expressionless, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He walked towards the wall in the cave. His sword was stuck on the opposite wall at this time and needed to be pulled out.

The light from the cave entrance was bright, shining in and falling on him, as if blessing his golden body as a reward for the winner.

Suddenly, he walked past the light and stepped into the shadow, as if he had stepped into an abyss. He shuddered all over and even his breathing stopped instantly.

"Okay, it's okay."

In the dark corner, Art let go of the warm wine in his arms, helped the person up, carefully picked off the dead grass leaves stuck to her hanging black hair, and comforted her in a low voice.

Wen Meijiu was not that delicate, and had never been afraid before. She climbed up with the help of his force, pushed his hand away and said:

"I am fine."

"How can you be alright, you are a girl? I'll find a fortune teller to check you out."

Art had already noticed Prince Wang approaching, so how could he miss such a good opportunity? He immediately started to speak in a pretentious manner.

Wen Meijiu knew that he did it on purpose, so she turned to look at Master Wang and wanted to thank him. However, when she turned around, she found that Master Wang turned his back to them as if he was avoiding suspicion.

"Thank you for the rescue, sir."

No matter how Prince Wang viewed her, Wen Meijiu had to say this out of politeness.

"It's not necessary!"

Prince Wang didn't look back, but suddenly stretched out his slender arms and swung them towards Wen Meijiu's head, which scared her so much that she subconsciously shrank her neck.

Who knew that the man's target was not her at all, but the sword on the wall. He brushed his arm past her ear, drew his sword and left.

“What’s your attitude?

How can a man treat a girl like this? Where is your sense of propriety and honor?"

According to Prince Wang's usual character, he would not pay any attention to Art's challenge at this time.

In an instant, Art was so excited that he waved his hand and threw the scimitar in his hand. Fortunately, he missed the target and landed at the feet of Prince Wang, which made him very angry.

Prince Wang paused, his hand holding the arrow handle tightened visibly, the tense atmosphere was about to explode, "How do you want me to treat her?"

"The least you can do is not scare her. Shouldn't a real man treat his woman as warmly as spring?"

Wen Meijiu couldn't stop him, and Art walked out on his own, seemingly standing up for Wen Meijiu, but in fact he had evil intentions.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Isn't she as warm as spring to Yi Ran?"

Wen Meijiu was also anxious. She didn't want to follow Art and get into trouble with such a person, so she immediately scolded Art. Her hands were not idle, so she twisted his ears and pulled him back.

With a "bang", without anyone noticing, a stream of hot blood spurted diagonally onto Art's cheek, cutting his face diagonally into two parts, scaring everyone.

Wen Meijiu was also frightened and quickly checked Art's cheek. Fortunately, it was not a sword shadow, but just a bloodstain.

Prince Wang's swordsmanship was so fast that no one expected it. Art himself stood there in a daze, as if he were dumbfounded.

"What's wrong with you?"

This was the first time that Wen Meijiu spoke to Prince Wang so blatantly, and the anger in his words was evident.

Prince Wang's Adam's apple rolled up and down for a long time before he uttered a sentence:

"Sorry, he tried to sneak attack."

It was only then that Wen Meijiu noticed that the source of the blood was the bandit leader who died with his eyes open. He was now lying on his back on the ground, no longer breathing, and there was no evidence to prove his guilt.

After Master Wang finished speaking, he kept holding the sword and strode out of the cave. Zhi Zheng and others glanced at Wen Meijiu and followed him.

A gentle breeze blew past the cave entrance, bringing with it a few wisps of the fragrance of dust. It should have been a sign of peace and tranquility, but the atmosphere in the cave was as depressing as before a storm.