There was a hole in the wall of the restaurant, and dust rose everywhere. One could vaguely make out a tall voice standing there.
His right hand was empty, and his left hand was holding a sledgehammer.
Qing Yi's eyes were cold. The long spear in his hand roared. The floating dragon on the spear seemed to be roaring towards the sky.
"Die."
Qing Yi shouted. He moved with the spear, and the spear moved with his hand.
In a trance, there seemed to be a golden dragon rushing in the void.
With every step Qing Yi took, another Eight Trigrams pattern appeared.
It was rumored that Buddhas and Bodhisattvas could produce lotuses with every step they took.
Now, Qing Yi was learning the Eight Trigrams step by step.
When the tall voice saw Qing Yi stabbing over with his spear, his true energy was like Wang Yang's raging waves. With a single strike, he was terrified.
He quickly raised the sledgehammer in his left hand, trying to block the spear.
Qing Yi's aura was like a rainbow. He looked at the huge hammer raised and blocked in front of him without any intention of dodging.
The sizzling sound of metal tearing rang out.
The Roving Dragon Spear in Qing Yi's hand sank directly into the sledgehammer, treating the metal as if it was nothing.
"Um."
The tall figure grunted and blood gushed out.
His eyes were filled with disbelief.
He was a first-grade martial artist and was born with divine strength. How could he be killed in one move?
However, he did not know that although the highest rank of a martial artist was first rank, there was still a gap.
Some first-grade martial artists could fight against land immortals, while some first-grade martial artists were nothing.
Qing Yi's spear pierced through the sledgehammer and into his throat.
He was killed in one strike.
Qing Yi shook his wrist and shattered the hammer on the spear.
The 18-foot-long spear in Qing Yi's hand shook once again and retracted back into Qing Yi's sleeve.
"Your Highness, are you alright?"
Qing Yi turned around and walked back to Ying Ge's side, asking with concern.
The biting cold killing intent from before was gone.
"He didn't even touch me, so how could I be alright?" Ying Ge laughed.”
"Today, you have done a great service."
Qing Yi smiled shyly." Your Highness, please don't dismiss me. That person is not my opponent. Naturally, he is not your opponent."”
" Good spear technique," Han Feizi praised." Is this the Wudang Eight Trigrams Wandering Dragon Spear?"”
Ying Ge nodded." That's right. Qingyi grew up with me. Master specially taught her."”
Han Feizi nodded." It's been years since I've seen such a spear expert. And it's a woman holding a spear. It's even rarer."”
The two of them had a tacit understanding not to talk about the assassin.
There was no need to say who arranged this. Everyone knew.
If you come to kill me, I can also ambush someone to kill you.
The nobles in the hall watched as Ying Ge and the other two disappeared around the corner of the stairs. Only then did they start discussing.
"Han Feizi wanted to send someone to test Ying Ge, but he was easily killed by a maid.”
"This woman is incredible. She looks weak and gentle, but her domineering spear technique is so powerful that it can pierce through the heavens.”
"I really didn't expect that Yingge would have a first-grade top-notch expert as her maid.”
"Hey, didn't you hear that? This woman's spear technique was taught to her by the world's number one, Zhang Sanfeng, the Perfected Zhang. Naturally, she was outstanding.”
"Indeed. When Perfected Zhang was alive, his cultivation was unrivaled. Even a large Daoist sect like Longhu Mountain could only watch Wudang rise.”
"Sigh, I only regret that we have no chance to see Perfected Zhang's invincible demeanor.”
"It's fine. Although we can't see Perfected Zhang, it's already not bad for us to see Yingge make a move.”
"Yes, it's said that when Yingge was born, purple qi covered three thousand miles. Even Perfected Zhang said that this was the image of the future saint of Haotian Taoism.”
"Also, I received news that the strange phenomenon a few days ago was caused by Yingge.”
"That's right. I heard that Sage Li Er looked at Yingge through the River of Spacetime and praised him personally.”
"Oh? In that case, this Ying Ge was really the future saint of Dao Sect.”
"Yes, after Zhuangzi and Liezi, there will be another Saint in the Dao Sect.”
In the private room.
Ying Ge and the other two heard the discussion in the hall.
"Your Highness's current fame seems to have spread throughout the world.”
Han Feizi poured Ying Ge a glass of wine and said with a smile.
Ying Ge took the wine glass and thanked him.
"After this cup of wine, our short friendship is over.”
"After all, this table of dishes is no longer the original taste.”
Han Feizi laughed." I told you that these tricks couldn't beat you, but they didn't believe me."”
Qing Yi frowned slightly. She extended her jade-like finger and a silver needle appeared in her hand. She stabbed it into the food.
The silver needle turned black. There was poison in the dish.
Qing Yi quickly snatched the wine glass from Ying Ge, who dodged it slightly.
"Your Highness."
Qing Yi looked anxious.
Ying Ge finished the wine in one gulp and smiled.""Don't worry. Han Feizi can ask his subordinates to poison him, but he won't do it himself.”
"The wine in this cup is not poisonous."
Qing Yi heaved a sigh of relief.
Han Feizi nodded and smiled.”
"I was born into Confucianism. Although I have now switched to Legalism, I still dare not forget the Confucian morality and etiquette.”
Ying Ge casually put down his wine glass.
"Alright, since we've drunk the wine, let's begin.”
Ying Ge stood up leisurely, her long sleeves fluttering gently.
The window opened without any wind, and Ying Ge floated out of the window like a feather, strolling in the void.
"Great Qin's Yingge is here to kill Han Feizi.”
A soft shout spread throughout the entire city.
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