Ding! Ding! Ding!
Sounds of fighting were transmitted from within the mountain forest. Faintly, there was also the delicate voice of a woman.
"This world is really not peaceful.”
Mu Han, who happened to pass by, shook his head, but he still walked slowly towards the sound of fighting.
On the other side of the forest, a girl in a yellow dress around the age of 15 or 16 was fighting with four men in black with a sword in her hand.
Beside him, there was a black-robed man who was watching this scene with his fists crossed in front of his chest.
The girl in the yellow dress was petite and pretty. Her beautiful eyes were as clear as a clear spring, and there was a noble aura between her brows.
Name: Wanyan Ping
[Genre: Female]
[Age: 16]
[Cultivation: Late-stage third-rate]
[Identity: Noble of Jin Kingdom]
"Wanyan Ping?"
Mu Han was secretly surprised. He did not expect to meet her here.
The five men in black had rough faces and tall figures. It was obvious that they were Mongolians.
Wanyan Ping was surrounded by four Mongolian men. Her white forehead was covered in sweat. Her white teeth bit her red lips. She was already unable to do anything. She was completely relying on her will to support herself.
These four Mongolian men had similar cultivation levels as Wanyan Ping. However, when they joined forces, their power was doubled. Wanyan Ping wasn't a match at all.
Moreover, the Mongolian man next to him was a middle-stage second-rate expert.
For a moment, a touch of despair surged out of Wanyan Ping's heart.
In order to not let herself fall into the hands of the Mongolians and be humiliated, Wanyan Ping suddenly exerted her strength and temporarily forced the four Mongolian men to retreat. The sword in her hand moved towards her fair neck.
"Young lady, why can't you take it easy?"
At this time, Wanyan Ping felt her right arm go slightly numb. The sword in her hand couldn't move at all, and she fell into a strong chest.
Wanyan Ping turned her head and looked over. What greeted her eyes was a handsome young man's face. His pair of black eyes were deep and quiet. There was an evil smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
Leaning on the man's chest, it made Wanyan Ping, who had always been wandering and lonely, feel a warm feeling. This feeling made her have the urge to cry.
"Who are you? Hurry up and scram, or else you might lose your life.”
When the Mongolian leader saw Mu Han suddenly appear like a ghost, a trace of fear appeared in his heart and he shouted.
"You're such a big man, yet you're bullying a weak woman. How shameless!”
Mu Han gently smelled the fragrance of a young girl emitted from Wanyan Ping's body and said lazily.
"Hmph, you dare to interfere in our matters? I think you're tired of living.”The Mongolian leader shouted coldly.
With his middle-stage second-rate cultivation, he could not see through Mu Han's cultivation at all. However, seeing that Mu Han was only seventeen or eighteen years old, he guessed that the latter's cultivation should not be too high.
"Big brother, why waste your breath on him? Just chop him up.”
"Kid, do you know who we are?”
……
The four Mongolian men also threatened.
"Hehe, I don't care who you are. Moreover, I'm indeed a little tired of living.”Mu Han smiled faintly.
"Go, kill him!"
Seeing this, the leading Mongolian man did not say anything else. He waved his hand and the other four Mongolian men rushed forward.
"Miss, please lend me your saber."
Mu Han smiled and took the Lancet from Wanyan Ping's hand, but he deliberately touched Wanyan Ping's soft and white hand.
Wanyan Ping smelled the strong manly aura emitted from Mu Han's body. Then, Mu Han deliberately touched her small hand. Her pretty face instantly turned red.
Seeing Wanyan Ping's appearance, Mu Han smiled.
What a cute girl.
From the beginning to the end, Mu Han did not even look at the five Mongolian men.
"Young Master, be careful."
Seeing the four Mongolian men raise their knives and attack, Wanyan Ping couldn't help but remind them.
"Don't worry." Mu Han said softly.
As soon as he finished speaking, a white saber light flashed, and four miserable cries were heard.
The four Mongolian men who rushed over covered their throats with their hands, and blood flowed out from the gaps in their hands.
In the next moment, the four Mongolian men fell to the ground dead, their faces filled with fear.
"Ding! " Congratulations, Master, for killing a third-rate Mongolian martial artist. You are rewarded with 20 system points."”
Four system notifications sounded in Mu Han's ears.
When the Mongolian man in the lead saw this, fear surged out of his eyes. He turned around and wanted to escape.
"Whoosh!"
Mu Han waved his hand casually, and the blade in his hand pierced through the Mongolian man's heart like a bolt of lightning.
"Ding! Congratulations, Master, for killing a second-rate Mongolian martial artist. Rewarded 40 System Points.”
Wanyan Ping, who was in Mu Han's arms, was dumbfounded.
She didn't even see clearly how Mu Han attacked. Five Mongolian martial artists whose cultivation wasn't weak (in Wanyan Ping's eyes) were already dead.
This handsome young master, who looked no older than him by two years, actually had a terrifying cultivation!!!
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