Yu Shiqi saw Zhong Linqi using gestures to signal him to stay where he was. He turned around and glanced behind him. The three guards who had been knocked down by him had already moved to Di Yong's side with each other's support.

Baili Xuan was blocked behind by Di Yong, but at this time she was no longer as nervous and worried as before. After noticing Yu Shiqi's gaze, she even winked at him mischievously.

Di Yong just stared at Yu Shiqi silently and had no intention of actively fighting him. After previous observations, Di Yong had realized that he might not be Yu Shiqi's opponent, and the people who decided the direction of the situation were no longer him and him.

I am seventeen. How this farce will end tonight depends on Zhong Linqi.

"Don't you have to pick up the hammer?" Zhong Linqi asked the fat warrior standing in front of him.

What answered him was a hammer hitting his head.

Zhong Linqi was not surprised by this. He ducked and easily avoided it while thrusting forward. The wind caused by his high-speed movement caused the black cloak he was wearing to rise backwards.

Yu Shiqi was already watching Zhong Linqi's movements very attentively, but until the fat warrior fell on his back, he still didn't see what happened at all.

Zhong Linqi raised his left hand, showed the three flying knives sandwiched between his four fingers, and asked the warrior, "So are you next?"

The samurai who had three empty swords was immediately frightened by this question. Before Zhong Linqi could take action, he took the initiative to retreat because he could not resist the cowardice in his heart.

The man in Hu clothes holding a knife was about to step forward to protect him. Zhong Linqi's figure suddenly flashed like a ghost a few steps away. In an instant, he had already smoothly completed the entire set of movements of kneeling against the sternum of the Shattered warrior and then floating back.

Yu Shiqi felt that he had only blinked, and the warrior who was still retreating suddenly vomited blood and fell to his knees on the ground.

The man in the Hu suit twitched on his face. He didn't expect Zhong Linqi to be so decisive. He knocked down the second and third oldest men in just a few words, without giving the three of them a chance to attack together.

"Do you want to fight again?" Zhong Linqi then released his fingers and let the three flying knives he held fall to the ground.

The man in the Hu uniform had cold sweat streaming down his temples. He couldn't understand the martial arts that Zhong Linqi had just used. He thought that if what he said about his apprenticeship was not a bluff, then this man's martial arts skills were simply unfathomable.

"If you don't want to fight, I will take him away." Zhong Linqi raised his hand and pointed at Yu Shiqi behind him with his thumb.

"His Majesty is indeed very powerful, but I can't retreat here." The man in Hufu's eyes darkened, and he held his sword in front of him, "If Kishi wants to lead people away, please step over my body."

"Want to avenge your companions?"

"No, it's just a matter of loyalty to others as entrusted by others."

"Okay, what's your name?"

"Tuoba Fanyue, the peak of mountains. The person who gave me this name said that in my life, I have to keep climbing over the mountains in front of me before I can see what I want." The man in Hufu said and leaned in.

He took an assault stance and the moment the words fell to the ground, he stepped forward with a straight sword and cut off Zhong Linqi's legs. The sword was as bright as the moon.

Zhong Linqi stood up and faced the four-foot straight sword with his bare hands. His response was still the secret martial arts of Hanlin Temple in Jinfeng Mountain - Vajra Bodhisattva Kicks. From Tuoba Fanyue, he could only recognize the Vajra Kicks of Longyuan Temple.

With limited knowledge, it is of course impossible to know that the martial arts of Vajra Bodhisattva Knuckle is originally the optimal solution for the lower section of the sword.

The first kick was on the head of the knife to neutralize the attack, the second kick was followed by a kick on Tuoba Fanyue's wrist holding the knife, forcing him to let go of the hand holding the knife, and the third and fourth kicks were a kick to the chest and a kick to the head.

After four kicks, Zhong Linqi landed on the ground, grabbed the straight knife, and quickly caught up with Tuoba Fanyue, who was still flying backwards after receiving two heavy kicks to the chest and head.

"There are always some mountains you can't climb."

Zhong Linqi's cold and ruthless voice sounded in Tuoba Fanyue's ears.

Before he finished speaking, his shoulder bone was hit hard by the handle of the knife. Hearing the sound of cracking bones resounding in his body, Tuoba Fanyue fell to the ground with a pale face, and a stream of blood spurted out from his mouth.

Zhong Linqi spun the straight knife in his hand and threw it toward a tall building in the distance.

Yu Shiqi followed the path of the straight knife he threw and saw a figure standing on the top of the four-story building.

With a crisp "ding" sound, the straight knife bounced back along the way it came. When he approached Zhong Linqi, he accurately grabbed the handle of the knife and held it in his hand again.

The man on the tall building immediately jumped a few times and arrived in front of everyone.

He is an old Taoist with purple clothes and pale face, holding a fly whisk at an angle.

"Is the Taoist Priest also the guard of this Marquis Mansion?" Zhong Linqi raised his eyebrows and smiled, "The Taoist Priest staying in such a wealthy and privileged place may be detrimental to his practice and damage his Taoism."

"Pindao is just a guest of Lord Baili."

"Then it was me who was reckless and offended the Taoist priest?"

"Your Excellency is superior in skill and has already won the victory. Even if you want to take people away, no one will stay with you. Why do you need to cause so many casualties?" The purple-clothed old man said slowly, "Just now, Your Excellency could clearly take the lives of my three disciples, but you didn't.

None of them have made a fatal move, so it seems that you don’t want to create more evil karma, why don’t you just stop fighting?”

Zhong Linqi laughed loudly, and after he finished laughing, he said to the old Taoist: "The Taoist Master has misunderstood. I don't want to kill someone, not because I can't bear to kill people. These three people used to bully and play with my little friend. I can see it.

Obviously, I naturally want to help him vent his bad temper. Tuoba has a good saying about being loyal to others when entrusted by others. I admire his words, so I only lost half of his shoulder bone."

"So, your Excellency is unwilling to give up today?"

"If the Taoist Priest doesn't show up, I'll probably lose all interest. After all, there's nothing but rotten fish and shrimps." Zhong Linqi grinned, "Since the Taoist Priest is here, let's just treat it as a warm-up.

.”

The purple-robed Taoist remained silent.

Yu Shiqi rushed to Zhong Linqi's side and pulled his sleeve: "Mr. Zhong, forget it...this is Bailihou Mansion after all, let's leave quickly."

"Leave now? These are just watchdogs. Don't you want to settle accounts with the people behind them who harmed you?" Zhong Linqi asked.

Jin Hong's face turned pale in the distance and he slowly moved back.

Zhong Linqi raised his arm, and the straight knife flew out again. The purple-clothed Taoist flew out and swept the whisk with his whisk, but the whirling blade suddenly made a strange turn and bypassed his whisk.

Jin Hong slumped to the ground and screamed in pain. His legs were cut off from the ankles down.

The knife flew back to Zhong Linqi's hand. He shook off the blood on the knife casually and looked at the purple-robed Taoist opposite with a half-smile, who was enduring his anger.

Only then did Yu Shiqi realize that it turned out that the knife was not bounced back by the old Taoist with a whisk, but that the way Zhong Linqi threw the knife would have caused it to spin back.

"Mr. Zhong..." Yu Shiqi suddenly felt a little frightened. He recalled that day at Youling Inn, when he and Wang Zhongsheng attacked Zhong Linqi without knowing the truth. At that time, if Zhong Linqi had even the slightest intention of taking action, he and Wang Zhongsheng would be afraid.

He is already dead or disabled.

Zhong Linqi glanced at him: "I'm asking you seriously, do you want to settle accounts with the people behind them?"

The person behind him? Are you talking about Baili Cheng... Yu Shiqi subconsciously looked towards Baili Xuan and found that she was looking at him with pleading eyes, pursed her lips and shook her head slightly.

Yes, for Bai Lixuan, Bai Licheng is still her father no matter what. Although she hates the feeling of being manipulated by Bai Licheng in his hands, and although she also hates Bai Licheng for breaking up her and reconciling Liangzhe, she

After all, it is impossible to be willing to watch Baili Cheng die.

"Don't worry, just tell me what you think." Zhong Linqi's voice sounded very gentle at this moment, "Don't worry about causing trouble to me. I may be much more powerful than you think now.

"

"How powerful is it? So powerful that you can kill people casually without caring about the consequences? Even Yunzhongjian can't punish you, and even Huangwu can't do anything to you? Mr. Zhong is very proud of this, and I hope that I, who is protected by you, will be proud too.

?" Yu Shiqi shook his head, then knelt down to him and kowtowed vigorously: "Thank you for coming to save me, I owe you the grace of saving my life."

Zhong Linqi was stunned by his words at first. He didn't expect him to ask such a question. He scratched his head awkwardly: "That's not what he said..."

Halfway through his words, Zhong Linqi saw Yu Shiqi suddenly kneel down and kowtow to him to thank him, and a trace of complicated emotions flashed in his eyes.

"Okay, okay, I understand." He sighed helplessly, "Then let's do it."

Yu Shiqi stood up from the ground, turned around and said to Di Yong behind him: "Please let Xie Liangzhe go, I will take him away."

Seeing that Di Yong was still hesitating, the Taoist priest in purple immediately urged him with his eyes. He just wanted to send Zhong Linqi, the god of plague, away as soon as possible. Compared with the safety of Bailihou Mansion, Xie Liangzhe's death was nothing.

A moment later, Xie Liangzhe, with a bruised nose and swollen face, was brought here limping.

Bai Lixuan covered her mouth and sobbed loudly, looking at her beloved who was covered in bruises with distress, but Xie Liangzhe's eyes looked at her without any fluctuation.

"Miss over there, please follow me." Zhong Linqi suddenly said hello.

"What do you mean by this?" the Taoist priest in purple asked dissatisfied.

"The Bailihou Mansion covers the sky with one hand in Jingrong. It's easy to hide from open guns and hard to defend against hidden arrows." Zhong Linqi smiled and said matter-of-factly, "Before leaving, you must bring an amulet to feel at ease."

"Can you guarantee that you will let the young lady go after you leave Jingrong?"

"Of course she will let go, but the feet are on her own body. It's her business whether she can come back or not." Zhong Linqi said and stretched out his hand to Baili Xuan: "Please, Miss Baili."

Yu Shiqi also went over to help Xie Liangzhe: "Brother Xie, come with us."

"Brother...do you blame me?" Xie Liangzhe put his hand on Yu Shiqi's shoulder and asked weakly.

Are you talking about the time when he abandoned her and ran away? Yu Shiqi smiled indifferently and shook his head: "No wonder, the result is not..."

Halfway through the words, Yu Shiqi suddenly showed a painful expression, his legs went limp and he knelt on the ground, covering the stab wound on his waist and was speechless in pain.
Chapter completed!