Wei Yong had placed Wei Qianqian under house arrest and not allowed Xuan Jian to visit her.
However, with Xuan Jian's strength, it was too easy for him to sneak into the place where Cassie was under house arrest.
Xuan Jian had already stealthily followed behind Six-fingered Black Man and Eastern Monarch when he had sensed that someone had sneaked into the mansion.
After witnessing the entire process of the replacement plan, even Xuan Jian could not help but sigh at Zhao Yu's meticulous thinking.
The Mohist's mechanism technique could allow them to avoid the Wei Manor's mechanisms and hidden sentries while they were in stealth, while the Eastern Monarch's Yin-Yang technique could erase their memories.
These two families combined could be said to be the best combination for infiltration and assassination.
Xuan Jian saw with his own eyes that Dong Jun controlled the guards and the two of them walked into Cassie's room openly. The six-fingered black man took the pregnant Cassie away, while Dong Jun, who had long been wearing a human skin mask, continued to stay in the room in Cassie's place.
Seeing that his lover was fine, Xuan Jian finally sensed Wei Yong's location.
"Since they've left, it's about time for us to retreat. Let's leave after expressing our gratitude.”Zhao Yu did not intend to waste his time here.
"If I let you go like this, Wei Yong will definitely suspect me. It would be bad if he teamed up with the Network, so we have to fight.”
Xuan Jian laughed. The white sword in his hand was sharper than before.
Zhao Yu was slightly stunned. His body was stabbed by Xuan Jian's white sword a few times. Fortunately, he was protected by the golden light, causing Zhao Yu to only stagger a little and not be injured.
Seeing that Xuan Jian had no intention of holding back, Zhao Yu could only focus on his opponent. It just so happened that Zhao Yu had just exchanged for a new martial art, so he could use Zhao Yu to test his moves.
For a moment, Zhao Yu's movements became extremely slow. Not to mention an expert like Xuan Jian, even an ordinary person would be able to see Zhao Yu's tricks.
Xuan Jian was slightly absent-minded. What was the meaning of this kind of slow fist technique? Zhao Yu deliberately went easy on him?
He tried to attack Zhao Yu with his sword. Even though he did not have the power to use this sword, it was not something that an ordinary martial artist could block. If Zhao Yu's slow fist technique was just for show, then this sword would definitely hit Zhao Yu.
Just as Xuan Jian's white sword was about to hit Zhao Yu again, Zhao Yu's right hand suddenly accelerated and gently pushed towards the white sword, causing the white sword to suddenly change direction.
At the same time, Zhao Yu's left hand pressed against the white sword's body. This action was as light as caressing a young girl's skin.
Zhao Yu's footsteps moved lightly. He appeared extremely slow, but in reality, he arrived in front of Xuan Jian in the blink of an eye.
Xuan Jian subconsciously threw out a punch, but it was casually pushed aside by Zhao Yu. Then, Zhao Yu punched Xuan Jian's chest.
Xuan Jian immediately took five steps back. He pressed one hand on his chest and breathed roughly. His heart was already incomparably shocked.
Zhao Yu's fist technique was not just for show. It was a high-level martial art that used slowness to attack speed. Moreover, it was a martial art that had never appeared in this world.
This kind of martial art even broke the traditional idea of striking first to gain the upper hand. It could be considered a revolutionary martial art.
It had only been ten days since Xuan Jian and Zhao Yu's last battle. Ten days ago, Zhao Yu had only used a fist technique from start to finish.
Ten days had passed, and this person had actually figured out an extremely brilliant fist technique by himself?
Zhao Yu ignored the shocked Xuan Jian and chose to continue attacking.
Taiji Fist was divided into two sets of moves, the Yang Hand and the Yin Hand. The Yang Hand walked the hard and fierce path, while the Yin Hand walked the soft and gentle path. Just now, Zhao Yu used the Yin Hand, and now, Zhao Yu was using the Yang Hand.
The fierce and fierce fist technique landed on Xuan Jian's body like a storm.
Xuan Jian Da Huang hurriedly used his white sword to counterattack.
However, Zhao Yu, who had the Golden Light Curse, was not afraid of Xuan Jian's white sword.
After learning the Taiji Fist, Zhao Yu's realm had undergone a drastic change. He was only one step away from reaching the Grandmaster Realm. His understanding of the Golden Light Spell and the Thunder Technique had also increased greatly.
With the unlimited Six Treasury Immortal Thief, Zhao Yu could already fight Xuan Jian to a standstill.
Of course, it was only Xuan Jian who used a single sword. As a sword hero, Xuan Jian's most formidable was still the two-handed sword.
But just this alone already made Xuan Jian very confused.
How did this kid's martial arts realm improve so quickly? It had only been ten days, and he could already have a 50 - 50 chance of winning?
Xuan Jian's eyes gradually became serious. This person in front of him was not the person who only knew one set of fist technique ten days ago.
Although it was said to be serious, it was naturally very uncomfortable for Xuan Jian to block this fist technique that he had never seen before.
Zhao Yu's entire palm was suddenly swallowing and spitting, sometimes illusionary and sometimes solid. Especially when he attacked, there was a strange sticky force that made Xuan Jian tired of parrying.
The two of them had exchanged dozens of moves. Both sides had changed from the initial balance of power to Zhao Yu's advantage. If this continued, with the Six Treasury Immortal Thief's special characteristic, Xuan Jian would be defeated in another fifty moves.
Zhao Yu was currently in the midst of a fight. Just as he was about to make a move, he heard Wu Ming calling out to him. He realized that he was a little carried away. Now was not the time to spar with others.
He used the Cloud Hand to hit Xuan Jian to the side and said pretentiously,
"Forget it this time. You won't be so lucky next time. Goodbye?”
After saying that, Zhao Yu and Wu Ming left.
Xuan Jian looked at Zhao Yu's disappearing figure. There was no trace of regret on his face after losing. Instead, there was a smile on his face.
Zhao Yu's innate talent had filled Xuan Jian with hope for his future.
"They left?" After the two of them left, Wei Yong walked out and looked at Xuan Jian with a gloomy expression.
Not long ago, he thought that Xuan Jian would become the strongest sword in his hands. Now, it seemed that this Heaven Grade One was far from being as powerful as he had imagined.
"Let's go. I don't know what kind of evil technique this Zhao Yu used, but his martial arts have improved a lot. I'm still injured, so I'll go back and rest first.”
Looking at Xuan Jian who was leaving step by step, Wei Yong's expression turned even gloomier.
"Lord Xinling is starting to suspect me. It seems that I should make this talking sword disappear as soon as possible.”
Xuan Jian's consecutive failures and the matter of him secretly setting up a trap made Wei Yong completely abandon the little bit of kinship he had left and wanted to kill this grandson-in-law of his.
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