This place was quite close to the arena. After noon, people gradually returned to the area around it.
Suddenly, a commotion broke out. Su Xiaoliu couldn't help but look up.
From the tree, the view was extremely vast. With just one glance, she could see everything clearly on the arena. Forced by Chu Weixin to climb up the tree, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Fortunately, she had found a perfect spot with an excellent view.
The martial - arts contest continued in the afternoon. It seemed that not many matches had been held in the morning, and there were far more people watching in the afternoon than in the morning.
There were two people standing on the arena. Su Xiaoliu's gaze was immediately drawn to one of them... It was that young master in white, holding a long sword and wearing a white veiled hat!
Zhong Fengyue was still dressed in spotless white. Under the veiled hat, his slightly pointed chin with a curving rhombus - shaped lip, his well - defined hands gripping the green - and - silver sword, his tall and slender figure stood motionless on one side of the arena. A gust of wind blew up his hem, and a faint sense of royal authority seemed to emanate from him, as if his opponent was just a piece of wood to him.
On the other side of the arena stood a burly man holding two large hammers. His eyes were as big as copper bells, and his aura was intimidating. He bared his bear - like upper body, and in the sunlight, the sweat on his back glistened. The two large hammers in his hands seemed indestructible, as if everything could be reduced to debris under them.
The sound of the drumbeats grew more intense, and the flags fluttered in the wind. Everything froze at the moment when the drumbeats suddenly stopped.
"Master Zhong, please forgive my rudeness!" the burly man roared. He brought the two hammers together, and they clashed with a deafening sound. His seemingly heavy body instantly moved quickly, and a whirlpool - like white mist rose under his feet. In an instant, he was no longer in his original position.
Su Xiaoliu's eyes widened in disbelief.
How was it possible? That person... had really disappeared at that moment! Such a huge man, how could he suddenly vanish?
Just as Su Xiaoliu was stunned, the whole audience became restless.
On the arena, where only Zhong Fengyue had been standing, suddenly another dark figure appeared.
That dark figure emerged behind Zhong Fengyue...
Oh no! He had appeared from behind!
Su Xiaoliu clenched her fists tightly. No matter how much she reminded him in her heart, it was of no use.
The red lips on Zhong Fengyue's exposed chin suddenly curved into a knowing arc. At the moment when everyone held their breath, he suddenly threw the Tianci Sword onto the arena!
He had actually thrown away the Tianci Sword! Was he trying to commit suicide?
Not only Su Xiaoliu but everyone was shocked. The Tianci Sword was one of the top - ranked weapons in the martial world. Throwing it away was no different from seeking death. Facing the two large hammers of the burly man, Zhong Fengyue, unarmed, was completely defenseless!
The burly man steadied his steps behind Zhong Fengyue. He raised his arms with all his might, channeling all his strength into the two hammers. Just as the hammers were about to smash down hard on Zhong Fengyue, Zhong Fengyue suddenly took off like the wind, turning into a white shadow. He moved quickly on the arena several times and finally landed steadily in a corner of the arena.
His long sleeves, which had been fluttering in the wind, fell when he stopped, and the elegant white veil also settled. His rhombus - shaped lips still held a smile as if looking down on all sentient beings.
The burly man couldn't regain his momentum and could only watch helplessly as the two hammers missed their target. The shockwave rebounded onto his own body, forcing a mouthful of blood out of him.
The situation changed in an instant, and everyone's expression changed.
Sure enough, the young master of the Tianci Sect could remain calm in the face of danger even without the Tianci Sword...
Although the burly man had missed once, he showed no sign of fear. He grinned, raised his hammers, and disappeared from the arena again.
The alliance leader, sitting on a snow - ferret jade chair not far from the arena, watched all this quietly, with a calm smile on his lips.
"Fighting bare - handed. He has courage," he murmured slowly to himself.
The fingertips that had just touched the porcelain cup suddenly trembled slightly. He raised his beautiful eyes, and the tear - mole at the corner of his eye was revealed.
"What? The Eastern Star Lord has been locked up in the dungeon?" Mo Xin was slightly shocked. She withdrew her hand, glanced at Jiang Chong, who was sleeping on his stomach beside her, and subconsciously lowered her voice.
Jiang Li rested one hand on the knee of his bent leg. His light - blue long robe was exquisitely made of brocade, and his slender wrists were wrapped with two white cloths. He nodded and said softly, "The Heavenly Lord ordered her to lurk beside the alliance leader, but unfortunately, the assassination failed, and she was locked up by Wang Chengyang."
Mo Xin's face gradually became solemn, and a faint look of hatred spread across her beautiful face. She whispered, "Zuo Jinzhi, Wang Chengyang."
Jiang Li glanced at her. A rare serious look appeared on his handsome face. He said, "Fortunately, the identity of the Eastern Star Lord of the Tianci Sect has not been exposed. Otherwise, the Tianci Sect would become the next Wanku Valley."
At the mention of the three words "Wanku Valley", Mo Xin suddenly came to her senses, and a look of sadness appeared on her beautiful face.
Jiang Li picked up the teacup, lowered his eyes, and said softly, "The divine doctor has also returned to the martial world."
Mo Xin looked up at Jiang Li, her beautiful eyes full of surprise. She said, "Is it him?" After a moment, she whispered, "He never bothers about things that have nothing to do with him. Why this time..."
"I'm afraid it has something to do with the Golden Jade Tree," Jiang Li suddenly said.
Mo Xin was stunned and a little confused. She wondered, "The Golden Jade Tree?"
Jiang Li nodded slightly. His amorous eyes were half - closed as if he was in deep thought. He said, "The young master saw the Golden Jade Tree and said that it was not made of precious treasures at all. Instead, its branches were like black soil and it was ordinary. Except for the golden basin, which was worth some money, there was nothing special about it. But if the mystery lies in this golden basin, it would make sense. And the Golden Jade Tree suddenly appeared in the lord's place. So, it's very likely..." He didn't continue.
Leaving the words unfinished, Mo Xin gently pursed her lips, looked up at him, and said, "Let's rescue the Eastern Star Lord first. If she stays there for too long and Zuo Jinzhi discovers her identity, it will bring endless troubles."
Jiang Li nodded and placed the teacup on the sandalwood table with a soft "thump".
He glanced at Jiang Chong, who was sleeping on his stomach beside him, and said to Mo Xin, "Mo Xin, you watch over Jiang Chong. I'll go find Elder Chang to rescue Duanmu You."
Mo Xin nodded and suddenly looked up at him worriedly, saying, "Will Chang He help?"
Jiang Li chuckled. A confident look flashed in his black eyes. He said, "Because of Wang Chengyang, at least for now, he'll be on our side."
Mo Xin heaved a sigh of relief and nodded, saying, "Go."
Jiang Li stood up, bowed slightly to her, and then turned to walk out of the door.
The door closed. Mo Xin withdrew her gaze and looked at Jiang Chong, who was sleeping on the table. His long eyelashes cast a shadow on his fair and tender cheeks. His breathing was steady. He knew nothing about many things, so there was never any sadness on his innocent face. Even when sleeping, he still hugged the sword in his arms. The sword body was wrapped in plain cloth, with only the beautiful red tassel showing.
Mo Xin sighed softly, smiled, stood up, and slowly walked to Jiang Chong's side. She took off the snow - fox fur coat on her body and draped it over his small body.
The snow - fox fur coat accidentally touched the sword in his arms, and a corner of the plain cloth fell, revealing half of the sword hilt.
With just one glance, Mo Xin's delicate body trembled violently, and she stood there stunned on the spot.
How could this sword...