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"Where to run?...Stop."

"My master is the leader of the martial arts alliance. Be careful to settle accounts with you."

Bang!

Bang!

The deep mountain forest was full of noise, including the sound of shouts and the clash of iron tools.

All because... Mr. Zhao ran away. No, the white-haired middle-aged man and a group of imperial guards were chasing him. By luck, they caught up, and a fight was inevitable.

What was a good jungle was turned into chaos.

"Your master and I have been friends for many years. Don't run away."

The white-haired middle-aged man was cursing, and his face was a little dark.

This kid is such a jerk. We were having a good conversation just now, but he took advantage of him without paying attention. A large group of them were stunned and couldn't stop him.

"Well done, old Zuo."

While cursing, he also greeted the martial arts leader.

If he hadn't seen it today, he wouldn't have known that there was an outstanding young disciple under the cargo seat. He just had strong internal skills, but his legs and feet were damn slippery.

Believe it or not!

Zhao Yun refused to listen to his nonsense and ran away without looking back. He was sure that these masters were in the same group as the previous gangsters, and he could not believe their evil deeds.

"I......."

The white-haired middle-aged man couldn't breathe smoothly, and his face turned darker.

He didn't hold back his hand anymore, and with one wave of his arm, dozens of sword energy struck down.

Such a restless little kid will not be honest unless he is allowed to suffer a little.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun turned around and waved the Qinghong Sword with all his strength to block the sword energy.

"Wind and Cloud Sword Jue?" The white-haired middle-aged man couldn't help but wonder when he saw it.

Eyebrow.

This sword technique has been lost for a long time, but this kid actually knows it well.

Could it be possible that it was Zuo Laoer who taught me this again?

"Watch the move."

Zhao Yun leaped forward and struck out a sword light.

This sword is extraordinary, as strong as a white-haired middle-aged man, but he was forced back by one blow.

The one who was horrified was the Ouchi guard, whose eyes were full of amazement.

He is worthy of being the disciple brought out by the leader of the Zuo Alliance. He is indeed a young hero. Looking at the martial arts world, it is rare to see someone who can force a white-haired middle-aged man back with a single sword.

"Looking for a fight."

The white-haired middle-aged man was also angry. He pushed horizontally with his palm and his energy was magnificent.

Zhao Yun groaned, and was shaken by the powerful palm force, stomping back.

Whoosh!

The white-haired middle-aged man, who was as shocked as a giant, poked him with one finger.

Zhao Yun's heart trembled unconsciously. It was obviously a finger, but he clearly heard the sound of the sword. If he was hit, the bones in his body would be punctured with bloody holes.

"Mr. Ge, stop."

At the critical moment, a white shadow flew out from the side, and there was also a touch of woman's fragrance.

A quick glance revealed that it was Li Zhaoyang.

Her injury must have healed, but look at this movement, as fast as the wind, blocking Zhao Yun in one step.

The white-haired middle-aged man hurriedly finished his kung fu and lost all his strength in an instant.

At this moment, his darkened face turned cloudy and clear, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

What a blessing from God! He finally found his princess.

puff!

Zhao Yun staggered and coughed up blood.

I was injured internally, and my body was in turmoil.

"Zhao Yun." Li Zhaoyang hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

"It doesn't matter." Zhao Yun stood firm, but the corner of his mouth

The bleeding continued.

"Why did you start fighting?"

"I thought it was still the same gang of gangsters."

"............"

The two of them exchanged words with each other, and there was always a back-and-forth.

Looking at the white-haired middle-aged man, his demeanor is quite strange.

What kind of status is the princess, and how noble is her status? Just now, she actually ran out to block this guy's gun, and even gave him the token. Is their relationship so strong? What's the story during this period?

Even he was like this, let alone the guards.

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The princess is very cold and it is rare to see her gentle.

"He is my savior."

Sensing that something was wrong in the atmosphere, Li Zhaoyang hurriedly said.

"Very good." The white-haired middle-aged man said seriously and stroked his beard.

He is an old fool, and it won't be easy to fool him.

The savior...Thaksin, but there must be unknown plays.

Otherwise, with the nature of a princess, how could she behave like a little woman like that?

"Are you sure he's from your family?" Zhao Yun asked.

"Yeah." Li Zhaoyang nodded lightly.

"See you later." Zhao Yun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned around and left.

He didn't want to say any more unnecessary words, only the thought of scolding her was left.

There are some muddy waters that you really can’t wade into!

The beating I received today was quite unjust.

"You..." Li Zhaoyang stepped forward to catch up.

The white-haired middle-aged man was faster than her and blocked Zhao Yun's way.

"Is there anything else?" Zhao Yun's face also darkened a lot.

His internal injuries were

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"Where is your master now?" the white-haired middle-aged man said with a smile.

As he spoke, he raised his hand and placed it on Zhao Yun's shoulder. Hot air poured into Zhao Yun's body, soothing his body and helping him heal his injuries.

"Retreat overseas."

Mr. Zhao's acting skills are superb, and he can speak with ease.

Overseas, the white-haired middle-aged demeanor seems to be enigmatic.

How big is the overseas world? Who knows which island that old man is on?

That's right, that godly dragon never sees its end. Finding him is even harder than climbing to the sky.

"See you later." Zhao Yun handed over his hand and wanted to run away again.
To be continued...