"What's your relationship with Li Xunhuan?" Big brother Dong Yin said with a gloomy face.
"He and I are both your grandfathers!"
Zhan Ji's body swayed and he slapped Nan Dang away. Nan Dang's body was weak to begin with and he was hit by Zhan Ji's palm.
He felt the aura in his body become chaotic, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Zhan Ji pulled out the long sword from Nan Dang's waist and pierced through his chest.
Nan Dang cried out in pain and fell to the ground.
"Third brother!"
Dong Yin's eyes were about to pop out. He pulled out the long knife at his waist and slashed at Zhan Ji's head. He attacked with hatred. During this period, his strength was extremely strong and even contained some true qi. Zhan Ji didn't take this move head-on. He took two steps to dodge. Immediately after, Zhan Ji came to the pale Qiuxiang. He picked up the inkstone and threw it over with a violent force.
In an instant, the sound of the wind rose, and the inkstone smashed into Dong Yin's face with a powerful force.
With a crack, Dong Yin's skull was smashed. Taking advantage of the remaining two people being stunned, Zhan Ji stepped forward and ended Dong Yin with a sword.
"Big brother!" The remaining two looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and rushed toward Zhan Ji.
The two of them were close to madness, the weapons in their hands pointing at Zhan Ji's vital points. Luckily, Zhan Ji reacted quickly, he took every killer move. After dozens of moves, Zhan Ji had already found the flaws in their martial arts and slashed at them with his sword.
With a puchi sound, blood gushed out from Xi Jian's neck like a fountain, smearing the green stone slab under his feet red.
"Mr. Zhan, you…"
Qiu Xiang approached Zhan Ji fearfully. The faint fragrance on her body made Zhan Ji's mind wander. She bit her lips lightly and felt that Zhan Ji was filled with many mysterious colors.
Qiuxiang wanted to say something, but Zhan Ji spread his arms and shielded Qiuxiang behind him.
"Miss Qiuxiang, there's still a pervert we haven't dealt with yet. We'll talk about it after things settle down.”Zhan Ji said indifferently.
Qiuxiang nodded seriously. She took two steps back and looked at Zhan Ji's back expectantly.
"Zhou, you're too sinister!”Bei Se gritted his teeth.
"Oh, really? Let me reintroduce myself. My surname is Zhan, and I'm not some little pervert, Zhou Botong!”Zhan Ji turned his sword and said in a deep voice.
Although the battle just now was short, it had already awakened everyone in Huafu. The surrounding flames flickered and were about to gather.
Bei Se's expression changed several times. He gritted his teeth and was about to leave.
Zhan Ji sneered. He swung the sword in his hand and shot out a flying knife.
Bei Se cried out as the sword pierced through his chest. He fell to the ground, his limbs twitching twice before he breathed his last.
"The servants are coming over. Sister Qiuxiang, let me keep the 'Tang Yin Poetry Collection' for now.”Zhan Ji turned his head slightly and whispered to Qiuxiang.
There was a hubbub of voices and messy footsteps. Qiuxiang looked at Zhan Ji gratefully and handed him a few books of Tang Yin's poetry. There was a stack of rice paper on the stone table, and there was a paragraph written neatly in elegant handwriting:
"If life is just like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind be sad for the painting fan? It is easy to change the heart of an old friend, but the heart of an old friend is easy to change.”
On it was written the "Mulan Ci" that Zhan Ji had read during the day. Qiuxiang exclaimed in a low voice, her cheeks burning red.
She hurriedly put away the paper, her eyes drifting, and she did not know what to say." Mr. Zhan, I…I just…"
"If this Mulan poem can enter Sister Qiuxiang's ears, this little brother will have no regrets even if he dies! If I have time, I still have a few more poems. Would you like to invite Sister Qiuxiang to taste them?”
Zhan Ji blinked and smiled.
"That……I…"
"Sister Qiuxiang, don't refuse. I'll come to you later!”
The martial arts champion brought everyone here in a panic. Zhan Ji hurriedly returned to his original position and pretended to be stern.
At the same time, he threw the 'Tang Yin Poetry Collection' into the pool at the side without anyone noticing.
"Did you kill him?"
After examining the body, the Martial Scholar looked at Zhan Ji in disbelief.
With his eyesight, he could naturally see that the martial arts of the four obscenities were far above his.
However, Zhan Ji was able to kill the four of them one by one. It could be seen how terrifying Zhan Ji's martial arts were.
"Not bad!" Zhan Ji said calmly.
There was nothing to hide.
"Follow me to see Madam."
Scholar Wu suppressed the fear in his heart and said in a hoarse voice.
He couldn't imagine what would happen if he angered Zhan Ji during the day. Zhan Ji didn't waste any time. After taking the handkerchief and wiping the blood, he silently left with the Martial Scholar.
"He said that he would come and find me later? I, I, what should I do!"
Staring at Zhan Ji's gradually disappearing figure, Qiuxiang did not come back to her senses for a long time.
After a long time, she quickly caught up.
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