My Qin Huairu in Siheyuan is not the White Lotus of the Golden Age

"Humph!"

Jian Er snorted lightly, but even though she had the Feixue Sword given by Wang Zicheng, she was still no match for four hands with two fists.

What's more, there are hundreds of people threatening her now.

After Jian Er desperately killed one person, she was attacked from both sides and ultimately failed to avoid the sneak attack.

Wu Yong slapped him on the back.

With the help of palm power, Jian Er barely escaped from the encirclement.

Despite this, Jian Er was still injured by Wu Yong's palm power, and a few drops of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"I rely on!"

Wang Zicheng was almost stunned by the scene in front of him.

Have you heard that the resourceful Wu Yong actually knows martial arts!

How can one seek justice for this? This is simply outrageous. No matter how hard Wang Zicheng tried, he could not have imagined this.

"Jian Er, eat it quickly!"

Wang Zicheng jumped to Jian Er's side and stuffed a pill into her mouth.

However, Jian Er seemed unwilling to accept Wang Zicheng's kindness and refused to open his mouth.

"Sword Two!"

Wang Zicheng shouted anxiously: "Jian Er, it's already this late, can you please stop being so willful?"

"I'm telling you, after all, I'm Jian Yi, your direct leader—"

"I'm ordering you now to take this pill!"

Jian Er's wound was, after all, too deep.

Seeing that Wang Zicheng showed his leadership attitude, he ate it reluctantly.

"Clap clap clap!"

At this time, Wu Yong and others pressed forward again, and the remaining thirty or so soldiers also retreated behind Jian Er.

There was no sadness or joy on his face, and he was ready to die.

"Jie Jie Jie!!"

At this time, a man walked forward a few steps and said with a smile: "You must be Jian Yi from Princess Ningguo's mansion."

"According to reliable information, you are a sixth-order early-stage cultivator and the right-hand man of Ningguo Princess Zhou Tiantian. Whenever she goes out, she will bring you with her."

Wang Zicheng ignored him and helped Jian Er to improve his blood circulation and recover as soon as possible.

"Jie Jie!"

"According to rumors, you, Jian Yi, have a special liking for Jian Er, who is also a spy from the Ningguo Princess's Mansion! Now I see that it is indeed true—"

"Master Jianyi!"

The man cupped his hands and said, "Do you know why Jian has been so indifferent to you even though you have been pursuing her for twenty years?"

The man asked himself and answered: "Because, you are too——"

"If you dare to say that word, I will make sure you die without a complete corpse!"

"You're trying to scare me, who do you think you are?"

The man laughed and said, "Brother Wu Yong, someone threatened and frightened our brothers in Liangshanpo before, what happened in the end?"

"It was torn apart by five horses——"

"It's still red oil dripping wax!"

"Brother Hua Rong, you remembered it wrongly. That person first experienced the red oil dripping wax, and then experienced the five horses pulling a body apart, and he didn't miss either end!"

This group of people laughed unscrupulously, as if they had the upper hand over the twenty or so people in front of them.

"Did you hear me!"

Hua Rong pointed at Wang Zicheng and taunted him, "Listen carefully to me, the reason why Jian Er didn't agree to your request is—"

"Because you are a eunuch!!!"

Eunuch

These two words are emphasized very heavily.

But just as Hua Rong was about to mock further, he suddenly felt a chill under his body.

Then he saw a two-inch small bird flying in front of him.

"This……"

Hua Rong said in confusion: "Why does this little bird look so familiar so early——"

"Isn't this my own little bird?"

"Shhhhhh!"

After Hua Rong said those two words, Wang Zicheng moved.

"Look at my sword!"

Wang Zicheng snorted lightly, then rolled up his hand and took the Feixue Sword from Jian Er's hand.

With one sword, Wu Yong’s little bird was cut down.

With two swords, Wu Yong's head was cut off.

"Brother Hua Rong!"

“Aaaaaaaaaa, wah wah wah wah wah wah—”

Wu Yong was stunned for a moment, and then he started to scream -

"Brothers, Brother Yan and Brother Hua have been murdered, and the murderer is right in front of our door. What should we do?"

"Kill, kill, kill—"

Wu Yong shouted loudly, and the emotions of the heroes of Liangshanpo were mobilized, and they rushed towards Wang Zicheng with their fangs and claws bared.

He was determined to flay Wang Zicheng, skin him alive, and eat him alive.

"You are nothing but a piece of shit!"

Wang Zicheng put down Jian Er, laughed and said, "Jian Er, look carefully, this is the real Feixue sword technique!"

With a light sneer, Wang Zicheng immediately rushed forward with a sword in hand.

Today, Wang Zicheng and the people of Liangshanpo will have to come to a head, and only one side will be able to walk down the city wall alive.

One against a hundred.

Surrounded by hundreds of people, Wang Zicheng fought more and more bravely, like an emotionless killing machine.

He raised his knife and carried the man away, cleanly and neatly.

His spirit became more and more excited, his mind was clear without any impurities, and he entered a state of selflessness.

Outside the battle circle, Jian Er fell into deep thought as he watched Wang Zicheng kill the enemies easily.

"If he wasn't a eunuch, maybe I would really -"

"Fall in love with him."

Jian Er's heart was in turmoil——

Inside the encirclement, the people of Liangshanpo were already blood-thirsty and rushed towards Wang Zicheng without hesitation.

Wang Zicheng, on the other hand, acted as if nothing had happened and cut the pieces as easily as chopping melons and vegetables, as if he was in an empty space.

At this time, the old cunning Wu Yong moved slowly and unnoticeably behind Wang Zicheng.

The hands rubbed against each other behind the back, and they actually had a metallic golden luster.

"Come die!"

Wu Yong saw the right opportunity, flew forward and slapped out fiercely.

The Diamond Skeleton Hand gave his palm the power to split rocks and cut metal. Many people died tragically under his Thunderbolt Hand.

Under this palm technique, Wu Yong almost saw Wang Zicheng dying.

But right now.

"Clang!"

It seemed as if Wang Zicheng had a pair of eyes on his back. The Tianzun Sword drew an arc and turned to hit Wu Yong.

The Feixue Sword and the Pili Palm collided with each other, and Wu Yong actually felt a little pain, but he was very excited and laughed: "Good sword, after tonight, it will be mine!"

With a loud laugh, Wu Yong dodged the sword and slapped Wang Zicheng who was fighting.

Wang Zicheng shouted, "Watch out for the sword!"

Without time to think, Wang Zicheng faced Wu Yong's diamond skeleton hand and slapped it directly.

"hold head high!"

In the night sky, the sound of sword chanting resounded throughout the night sky for no reason!

As Wang Zicheng thrust out with his sword, a golden dragon shining with golden light appeared out of thin air, slammed into Wu Yong's diamond skull hand, and then continued to stab at his chest.

After one palm strike, Wu Yong's body was thrown out like a kite with a broken string, and only stopped when it hit a big tree outside the city wall.

"Amazing!"

Jian Er exclaimed.