Zhao Wuyou held Cao Yunfei in his arms, feeling happy and secretly saying:
"Master, don't dare to get into trouble. I will have to rely on you to earn my dandy status from now on."
At night, candlelight flickered in Cao Yunfei's room, and Zhao Wuyou sat on the corner of the bed thoughtfully, lowering his head and feeding Cao Yunfei hot soup.
"Stop it," Cao Yunfei shouted with a dark face, obviously he was very disappointed with Zhao Wuyou's answer today.
Zhao Wuyou nodded without saying anything, put the hot soup on the mahogany table in the middle of the room, turned around and went out, and closed the door of Cao Yunfei's room.
Looking at Zhao Wuyou's back, Cao Yunfei felt helpless:
"Such a smart person doesn't take the right path and still wants to be a playboy. It's simply hopeless."
The next day, Cao Yunfei ignored Zhao Wuyou and flew away from Duxing Mountain, leaving him alone to guard the house.
Zhao Wuyou was indifferent. He knew that Cao Yunfei was injured, but at the same time, he was also sure that Cao Yunfei's heart was more seriously injured. For a man who has experienced such a mysterious experience, moodiness is destined to be the norm, and kindness and kindness are accidental.
"Grandma, you have to think about eating by yourself again." After Zhao Wuyou practiced boxing, he was a little hungry, but he didn't want to do it. After thinking about it, there was only one way left.
He staggered down the mountain and arrived at the foot of the mountain. Duxing Mountain was not far from the main mountain of Fengming Sect. Within two steps, Zhao Wuyou came to the mountain gate. Inside the gate was the training square for the newly promoted core disciples.
On the extremely large field, all the disciples were wearing black robes, and as their bodies swayed, the robes made a grinning sound.
Zhao Wuyou, who was dressed in white robes, walked through the long square expressionlessly and came to the restaurant in the northeast corner of the square. Many core disciples who had finished their self-study would come here to eat.
Zhao Wuyou smiled and walked into the restaurant to have a meal, but was stopped by a voice behind him.
"You dare to come here, I'm worried that I won't have a chance to deal with you." A young man with a faint fragrance all over his body walked up to Zhao Wuyou.
The man's face was as white as frost, with some dark circles under his eyes due to excessive indulgence. Although his figure was slender, his steps were very light. Although he was a cultivator, he was not strong.
Zhao Wuyou frowned, lowered his head and said nothing.
The man didn't realize it, turned his face, and said to the girl in a blue skirt not far away:
"Yu Luo, look who this is?"
The girl in the blue skirt walked slowly and saw Zhao Wuyou. Then she showed an embarrassed expression, turned her head and looked at the man who was secretly making fun of her, and said:
"Li Jingxing, are you interested? Why do you need me to look at this guy?"
The man named Li Jingxing grabbed Yu Luo's little hand as if no one else was watching, and said with a teasing tone:
"Look, isn't this the man you were engaged to at the beginning? Now he is assigned to the alcoholic Cao Yunfei because of his poor talent. Why don't you comfort him quickly?"
As he spoke, he laughed unscrupulously again, and the sound of the car's brakes was not much louder than the laughter.
Zhao Wuyou looked at the two people in front of him like idiots, with disdain and helplessness. He actually had no memory of the woman in front of him who was so called engaged to him.
When Yu Luo saw Zhao Wuyou's confused expression, dissatisfaction arose in her heart. She pointed her white finger at Zhao Wuyou and said:
"You are not allowed to mention me in Fengming Sect in the future. Also, I want to tell you that I have terminated my engagement with you. There is no relationship between you and me. Do you understand?"
Zhao Wuyou looked expressionless as he took a sauced duck from the chef's hand, turned around and took a step to the side, intending to bypass these two people.
The man named Li Jingxing was unwilling to give up. He came up to Zhao Wuyou and said:
"You know, your fiancée has been mine for a long time."
With his eyes looking wretched and muddy, Zhao Wuyou sneered indifferently and continued to move forward. Dealing with this kind of garbage would simply make his hands dirty.
Li Jingxing felt like he had punched the cotton. He reluctantly grabbed Zhao Wuyou's sleeve and shouted loudly:
"I have taken possession of your fiancée, and you have this expression on your face. The young concubine of the Duke of Zhen is so bloodless."
His shouting aroused dissatisfaction from Yu Luo, who took Li Jingxing's arm and whispered:
"Why are you talking so loudly? How will I behave in Fengming Sect in the future?"
Li Jingxing shook his head, pinched Yu Luo's pretty face indifferently, and said:
"Who in the Fengming Sect doesn't know that you are my woman? I will be responsible for you if I tell you. Don't you want to marry me in the future?"
"Humph, it's really unlucky that I actually fell in love with such a bad scoundrel like you." Yu Luo lowered his head shyly, successfully moved by Li Jingxing's words, and his ears turned as red as tomatoes.
Li Jingxing hugged Yu Luo and challenged Zhao Wuyou:
"Look at you, your fiancée doesn't like you, but she likes me. Do you know why?"
Zhao Wuyou looked at his hand holding her sleeve, narrowed his bright eyes, and shot out a fascinating cold light, and asked with a sneer:
"Because you two have similar personalities?"
Li Jingxing didn't expect that Zhao Wuyou would dare to speak like this, so he was speechless for a moment, but the disciples watching nearby burst into laughter.
"Zhao Wuyou, I haven't seen you for a year. You're so brave, aren't you? Believe it or not, I'm going to make it impossible for you to get out of this..."
With a "pop" sound, Zhao Wuyou's slap interrupted his harsh words. Once he started, Zhao Wuyou didn't stop at all. He grabbed Li Jingxing's arm, threw him over his shoulder, and threw him to the ground.
He grabbed his hair and banged him on the marble floor.
Although Zhao Wuyou has never practiced any martial arts, Zhao Wuyou has experienced this small scene of beating up villains countless times in his many years of street fights, and beating Li Jingxing is just a reappearance of the old scene.
But Zhao Wuyou hit Li Jingxing very smoothly today, and his smooth flow made Zhao Wuyou feel very good.
"Stop, please stop." In order to protect his lover, Yu Luo directly used Fengming Sect's low-level skill "Chasing Wave Palm" to hit Zhao Wuyou.
Feeling a strong palm wind beside him, Zhao Wuyou bent down and took advantage of the situation to throw a punch with his right hand, but it hit Yu Luo's stomach. The latter's cultivation level was not low, even though Zhao Wuyou tried his best to punch
, but Yuluo just shook and was not hurt.
Li Jingxing, who was ignorant and unskilled, quickly stood up under the cover of Yu Luo. When he saw his horsemen coming next to him, he roared hysterically:
"Hit, beat this Zhao Wuyou to death."
Naturally, the pawns he usually raised did not dare to disobey, so they all risked being expelled from the Fengming Sect and stepped forward to deal with Zhao Wuyou.
How could the battle-hardened Zhao Wuyou be bullied in vain? After being kicked twice, he turned around and ran to the chef's side, snatched his boning knife and kicked him in the thigh.
Then the blood burst out, and those who had never experienced life and death became timid when they saw the blood, even if their cultivation was very advanced.
With his back against the wall, Zhao Wuyou's attack range was not very wide, and there were no fancy moves in the whole process. Every time he used the knife, someone was bound to be bled by him. The angle of his attack was extremely tricky, making it impossible for anyone to feel the context.
A man, a woman, and four horse boys actually did not take any advantage in front of Zhao Wuyou. This made the usually domineering Li Jingxing furious:
"Kill Zhao Wuyou for me. If there is a problem, I will stand in the way."
Obviously, he had murderous intentions, and everyone around him was shocked when he heard the sound. The speed of his attack was faster and the force was stronger than before.
Zhao Wuyou had his back against the wall and six people in front of him. Although he was trapped, his eyes burst out with ferocity like a wild beast. He was the master of this battle.
"Kill, kill him together." Li Jingxing roared, and the six of them started to attack at the same time, using their hands and feet at more than a dozen attack points. Zhao Wuyou could only passively defend key parts, and could only resist forcefully in other places that he couldn't stand.
"Mom, I'll kill you." Zhao Wuyou shouted in pain, stabbing straight with the sharp knife in his hand. Li Jingxing's thigh was also pierced by the half-foot-long sharp knife, and the latter shouted in response.
Zhao Wuyou did not give him a chance to beg for mercy. With a smooth pull, the man rushed towards Zhao Wuyou and blocked his companion's attack for Zhao Wuyou.
When Li Jingxing blocked his companion's punches and kicks, Zhao Wuyou drew out the sharp knife, held part of the knife with his hand, and stabbed Li Jingxing in the chest.
Soon, everyone realized something was wrong and quickly stopped, only to see Li Jingxing's body covered in blood and lying limply on the ground.
Zhao Wuyou looked at the five people standing in front of him expressionlessly, "He can't resist, now it's your turn."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wuyou vibrated the sharp knife in his hand, and was about to swing the knife to kill the person closest to him.
With a "ding" sound, Zhao Wuyou's sharp knife was hit by something unknown. The huge force caused the sharp knife to break free from Zhao Wuyou's control in an instant and fly towards the far wall.
"How is it reasonable for someone to be stabbed with a knife in a public place?" A full-throated rebuke made the whole restaurant fall into silence.
Who else could have such strength in Fengming Sect except the leader Wei Long. This chapter has been completed!