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The guards from downstairs were quite numerous. Although the four swordsmen under Beiming Ruixue were good at skills, they were no match for Lu Jingye's thieves and kings.
Beiming Ruixue deliberately retreated under the cover of everyone, but she didn't want Lu Jingye to notice all of this.
Before the ammunition in his hand was thrown out, Lu Jingye tapped the acupoints in the blink of an eye.
The four swordsmen could only watch helplessly as their master was captured, struggled a few times, and were finally outnumbered and subdued in place.
There were not many people left upstairs, almost all the guests who couldn't escape in time, and no one dared to make a sound.
It happened to be at this time that the silent man had been watching the show by the window, but the person who hadn't said a word spoke out—
"I'm just saying that this skill is so powerful, so it turns out to be Daqing's God of War. I'm sorry."
The boy was waving a folding fan, the silver mask on his face couldn't hide his radiant eyebrows and eyes.
The other party's voice sounded slightly familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it. Chi Yue turned around with a puzzled expression.
Just now, he had already noticed this flamboyant boy.
After all, the other party is just like him, a fan is almost blooming... The most important thing is that it looks better than him!
Except for Su Changjin, he has never seen anyone who can play fans so well.
"Hey, I've watched you for a long time, who are you?"
"Me?" The eyes under the mask were shining brightly, and a mole at the end of the eyes was looming.
"If you don't change your name when you're going, and if you don't change your surname when you sit down, you will be in the mountains hanging in the east of the river, and there will be visitors."
Hearing his introduction, Lu Jingye slightly opened his eyes.
"Jiangdong Suspended Mountain? Fengshengke?" Chi Yue looked over in surprise, and the folding fan suddenly closed, his eyes widened.
"You, you, you, you, you are one of the seven sons of the Hanging Mountain in the legend... There is no wind in the east of the river, but the wind rises to give birth to Keyi?!"
Jiangdong Xuanshan, seven sons under the door.
It is said that talents come from the mountains, and if you pick one at random, they are all well-known figures in the rivers and lakes.
"The prodigal son of Jiangdong, he is just passing through the wind and rain. People in the Jianghu prefer to call him... Feng Banxian."
The seventh son of Xuanshan has always been famous for his extraordinary skills, so it is not surprising that he knows some divination techniques.
The corners of the young man's lips curled up slightly, full of wantonness and unruliness.
It is estimated that there is no one in the world who is not interested in Xuanshan, and Chi Yue is no exception.
Just when Chi Yue was about to move to sit down opposite the young man, and carefully increase his knowledge, someone opened his mouth more excitedly than him.
"You said you are from Jiangdong Xuanshan?"
Beiming Ruixue's acupuncture points were tapped, her body could not move, but her eyes shot straight at the young man through the veil, the throbbing in her eyes was self-evident.
"good."
The young man was calm and composed, as if waving his folding fan.
"Then Master Li Shen Li is from Hanging Mountain?!"
Beiming Ruixue was particularly excited, and asked the question almost as soon as the boy's voice fell.
The boy's eyes darkened, and he said calmly, "It's the teacher."
Hearing this, Beiming Ruixue's expression faltered slightly, and when she looked at him again, there seemed to be a thousand words in her eyes, but she suddenly fell silent.
"Pavilion Master, there seems to be something you want to ask this... half-celestial friend?"
Of course Chi Yue could see that Beiming Ruixue was hesitant to speak, but he knew that even if he asked, she wouldn't say it.
"There are rumors in the world that the owner of the Snow Pavilion is an unparalleled beauty. I don't know if it is true or not?"
Lu Jingye didn't say anything, Chi Yue knew that he had acquiesced in his actions, he reached out and touched Beiming Ruixue's veil—
"Pavilion Master! Let go of our Pavilion Master!" The four swordsmen yelled and were pressed to the ground forcefully.
The veil was lifted off at the same moment.
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(end of this chapter)