Luckily, Xun Wu’s dodging speed was extremely fast, or else he would have definitely been injured by this sword.
After the sword floated up, it flew straight in a certain direction. At the same time, the sword’s owner finally spoke.
“My sword, ordinary people mustn’t touch it.”
This person’s voice is deliberately disguised, making it impossible to tell their age or gender.
Anshentang and Fengming exchanged a glance, then took a step toward the source of the sound. Fengming said coldly, “Since you are here, why not show yourself?”
Hearing Feng Ming say this, the man suddenly burst into laughter, as if he had heard a joke of the highest order.
A Xue Tang and Feng Ming looked at each other again, both of their brows furrowed. They knew that the person in the dark was a tough opponent.
As for the one who could set such a vicious formation, what kind of good person could it be? What puzzles An Xue Tang and Feng Ming now is, what is this person’s purpose?
Who was he coming for?
Phoenix call?
Mo Yun Jing?
An Xuetang?
Before figuring out this person’s intentions, Feng Ming and An Xue Tang had no idea how to lure him out.
What they didn’t expect was that this man took the initiative to say, “Among you, only the Princess of Beijang has the qualifications to see me. I just don’t know if the Princess of Beijang has the courage to come alone.”
This is blatant provocation. An Xuetang’s eyes narrowed slightly. She actually wanted to meet him to expose his true colors.
Moreover, she strongly suspected that her Ah Jing had fallen into this person’s hands.
An Xuetang wanted to pull her hand from Feng Ming’s grasp, but he tightened his hold on her. He stared at her with unwavering eyes, “A Tang, you can’t go.”
“Hahaha”
Before Feng Ming could finish her words, the mysterious figure who had vanished moments ago burst into laughter. The mockery in his voice was unmistakable.
But Feng Ming completely ignored him. Feng Ming’s deep and serious eyes were only fixed on An Xue Tang, “A Tang, you can’t go, this is obviously a trap.”
Hearing Feng Ming’s words, the man’s maniacal laughter rang out once again.
An Xuetang and Feng Ming looked at each other, both of their faces were somewhat gloomy, completely unable to figure out what this person was trying to do!
“Fengguzhu, even though you are the head of Xuntang Valley, I never expected you to be so timid?”
Feng Ming let out a cold snort, “You’re one to talk. A coward who won’t even show their face, has the audacity to lecture me about being ‘timid’?”
As soon as Feng Ming finished speaking, before the other person could say anything, An Xue Tang spoke up, “Cut the crap, how will you show yourself?”
“It’s simple, as long as the Northern Border Princess can defeat my disciple, I will naturally appear.”
Defeat his apprentice?
An Xuetang and Feng Ming subconsciously glanced at each other, before either of them could react, a young boy suddenly descended from the sky.
After landing, he stared straight at An Xuetang, not paying the slightest attention to anyone else present.
Feng Ming pulled An Xue Tang behind him. As a martial artist, he could feel the profound inner strength of the young man before him. It would be very difficult for An Tang, who didn’t practice light kung fu or possess inner strength, to defeat him!
The person who refused to appear looked at Feng Ming’s nervous appearance, then laughed heartily a few times and said leisurely, “Lord Fenggu, after spending so many days by the North Border King’s side, how come you haven’t learned his courage?”
Suddenly hearing this person mention Mo Yunjing, An Xue Tang clenched her fists, “Have you met the Northern Border King?”
hahaha
Hearing An Xuetang’s anxious tone about Mo Yunjing, he couldn’t help but burst into laughter:
“I have met King Beijang more than once, but the green snake in his hand did surprise me. It’s said to be so obedient because of your skills as Queen of Beijang.”
An Xuetang’s eyes sank, knowing that Mo Yunjing had a green snake on his wrist. It seemed this person had really met her A-Jing, just not sure how he treated her A-Jing!
Thinking of this, An Xuetang’s eyes flashed with coldness, as if another flame of anger flared up. “Where is King Beijiang?”
“Don’t rush, Your Highness. Seeing the King is easy. Just defeat my disciple. You will not only see my true form but also find the Northern Border King that your princess has always longed for.”
An Xuetang’s cold eyes swept over the boy in front of her, a blade-like coldness curving at the corner of her mouth. “Do you keep your word?”
Feng Ming frowned, he understood An Xue Tang’s urgency to find Mo Yun Jing, but she was really no match for the young man in front of her. To confront him head-on would only result in her suffering a loss!
In this situation, Fengming couldn’t possibly let her take action.
Thus, when An Xue Tang wanted to step forward, Feng Ming reached out and tightly grasped her arm, “A Tang, no!”
An Xuetang’s pleading eyes stared at him, “Brother, things are urgent. I don’t know how Ajing is doing right now. I want to find him as soon as possible. Right now, this is the only way.”
Feng Ming shook her head. “You’re not his match, and besides, how can you trust an enemy’s words? Even if you win, what happens if he doesn’t keep his promise?”
That makes sense, An Xuetang fell silent. Just then, the young man suddenly pulled out a pouch of medicinal herbs and threw it towards An Xuetang.
Feng Ming took the package of herbs. Looking at the familiar things, An Xue Tang’s eyes narrowed, this was Jing’er’s!