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Zhang Yu's golden body flashed through Yi Lin's mind. He was like a god who had descended to the mortal world. She remembered that he had wiped the blood on her lips and immediately shivered.
"Senior Brother Zhang Yu…he's Senior Sister Yue's fiancé. Senior Brother Linghu must have liked Senior Sister Yue all along. After knowing his identity, he left the restaurant in a daze.”
"When we went out to look for Senior Brother Linghu, he was already dead on the street after a disciple of the Qingcheng Monastery put on a robe.”
As Yi Lin continued to explain, the truth of the matter surfaced. Seeing this, Taoist Master Tianmen was too ashamed to stay. He stood up and apologized before leaving.
"Although Tian Boguang's character is really despicable, he was able to survive in the martial arts world for so many years. His martial arts are not weak, and he is not much weaker than us. He was actually killed by a punch. Is that young man called Zhang Yu really that strong?”
Ding Yi frowned, his fingers unconsciously swiping on the table as he asked in bewilderment.
"Very strong! When he attacked, his aura was so powerful that I've never seen it before. I feel that even Martial Uncle Hua Shan Yue might not be as strong as him!”
Yi Lin nodded with certainty. The scene of a handsome young man in white using his slender fingers to stab her breasts flashed through her mind.
" Linghu Chong was the head disciple of Mount Hua, but he was killed by a disciple of Qingcheng Monastery. This…"
Nun Dingyi didn't dwell on this matter, but instead talked about Linghu Chong's death.
"So what if he's the head disciple of Mount Hua? That Linghu killed one of the Four Prodigies of Qingcheng Monastery. Even if that hypocrite Yue Buqun came personally, I can still point at his nose and say that my disciple was killed well!”
At this moment, a strange voice sounded from the restaurant. Shortie Yu led a group of Qingcheng Monastery disciples upstairs slowly.
"Faction Head Yu!"
Nun Dingyi's pupils constricted. She stood up and looked at Yu Canghai, who was a head shorter than her, and bowed lightly.
"Little girl, you look like you're lying. A 20-year-old brat who still smells of his milk can finish off that Tian Boguang with one punch.”
Yu Canghai held his long sword and stared at Yi Lin, who was slightly retreating. He used a very certain tone to mock her with true energy fluctuations.
"Why, Shortie Yu, do you want to test my fist?”
Before Yu Canghai could finish his sentence, Zhang Yu had already walked up the stairs with a pot of good wine.
"Damn it, little bastard, you're courting death!”
Yu Canghai was short, and the thing he hated the most in his life was someone mentioning this. Now that someone was calling him Shorty Yu, how could he endure it? With a roar, he swept up a green afterimage and rushed out.
"Clang!"
Yu Canghai unsheathed his sword and stabbed it toward Zhang Yu's heart with a violent aura.
"Be careful!"
"Senior Brother Zhang Yu!"
The people from the Heng Mountain Sect who were sitting in the restaurant all cried out in surprise. Only Yi Lin recognized Zhang Yu and could not help but cry out in surprise.
"Boom!"
Facing Yu Canghai's fatal strike, Zhang Yu smiled disdainfully. He threw the wine jar in his hand high into the air, and his entire body emitted golden light. He was like an ancient ferocious beast, charging out with monstrous ferocity.
"Clang!"
The long sword in Yu Canghai's hand flashed with a cold light and stabbed into Zhang Yu's chest that was suffused with a dense golden light. After a clang, the long sword broke.
"Haven't you eaten?"
Under Yu Canghai's incredulous gaze, Zhang Yu laughed sinisterly. His fist was suffused with a dense golden light as he swung it fiercely!
"Boom!"
Like a clap of thunder on the ground, the pure white fist suffused with a dazzling golden light suddenly bombarded Yu Canghai, who had hurriedly gathered his genuine Qi in his chest!
"You! What kind of fist technique is this?"
Yu Canghai stood where he was, his eyes wide open. He stared at Zhang Yu's expressionless handsome face and asked in disbelief.
"Fist technique? This Young Master has never needed any fist techniques to kill!”
Zhang Yu took two steps back and smiled indifferently. He reached out to catch the wine jar that fell to the ground and took a sip of wine. He said with a mocking expression.
"Pfft…"
Yu Canghai's face instantly turned red. He could no longer suppress the blood in his mouth. It was mixed with dark red pieces of his internal organs, and he spurted out a few meters high into the sky!
"Master!"
"Abbey Dean!"
Yu Canghai fell on his back and no longer made a sound. The disciples of the Qingcheng Monastery panicked and surrounded his dead body, crying loudly.
"It's him. This demon killed the Abbey Dean. Let's fight him!”
One of the Green City disciples raised his head with bloodshot eyes. He looked at Zhang Yu, who was leisurely drinking wine. He waved the long sword in his hand and rushed forward.
"Heh, as expected, extras are a bunch of idiots with a hard flaw in their intelligence!”
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