Fengjiu held her chin with one hand and looked at the scene outside lazily. The middle-aged man's sword was indeed fast and his swordsmanship was very superb. At first, she didn't see through his swordsmanship, but from his fight with Du Fan to now, she knew how to break his swordsmanship.
So, she curled the corners of her lips slightly, a faint smile bloomed on her lips, and her spiritual sense locked onto Du Fan. At the same time, the sound transmission also entered his ears.
Du Fan was being forced to retreat step by step by the middle-aged man's sword, but at this moment, the voice of his master came in his mind. When he heard those words, a light flashed in his eyes. The next moment, he turned from defense to offense, took the initiative to attack, and instead of retreating step by step just now, his moves were fierce and each one suppressed the opponent, making it impossible for the opponent to use his sword.
Duan Yunhe, who was watching from the sidelines, was secretly shocked when he saw that his senior brother was instantly suppressed, and the fan in the hand of the man named Du Fan almost blocked his senior brother's attack. He couldn't help but look at the woman in red who was sitting idly in the inn.
Knowing that it was not a solution to continue like this, and seeing that the two men would not stop at all, he walked towards the inn, bowed to the woman in red inside and said, "Madam, we have no intention of offending you, could you please ask your men to stop?"
Feng Jiu glanced at him and said casually, "It was your senior brother who wanted to teach my people a lesson, so why did he make my people stop? Could it be that he just stood there and let you teach him a lesson?"
Hearing this, Duan Yunhe showed a helpless look on his face and said, "Madam, although I don't know where you come from, it is not wise for you to openly fight with our Lingxiao Xianzong's people like this. It's good if my senior brother is okay. If he is injured, I'm afraid our sect will not sit idly by. If so, wouldn't it be troublesome? So please show some mercy and stop here."
Fengjiu listened, tapping lightly on the table with one hand, watching the middle-aged man being forced to retreat step by step, and his robe was torn several times by Du Fan's fan. Although there was no bleeding, he looked very embarrassed.
Thinking that they were new here, it would be a bit unworthy to make enemies with a sect over such a small matter. When she saw Du Fan's fan with a sharp wind blade attacking the other party, she called out slowly, "Du Fan."
It was this sound that stopped Du Fan's attack abruptly. No matter how much he wanted to teach him a lesson, he would stop once his master opened his mouth.
The strength in his hand was restrained, the attack disappeared, and the fan was retracted into his hand with a whoosh. He glanced at the middle-aged man with a look of shock on his face, and said with a smile, "Nothing special." As soon as he finished speaking, he walked towards the inn.
His strength and cultivation were not as high as theirs, but his swordsmanship was superb. If it were not for the help of his master, he would not have been able to break the opponent's swordsmanship. However, no matter how powerful his swordsmanship was, it was not as powerful as their master's. Their master only needed to take a look. No matter how fast the sword was, it would be exposed in front of her.
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, holding the sword in his hand, his heart boiling with anger. How many years has it been? Since he became the peak master, he has never been as embarrassed as today. At this moment, he was forced into such an embarrassment by an unknown kid, and was even ridiculed!
How could he swallow this insult