Ye Xieming was startled. His incredible eyes fell on Jing Yirong. "Do you know the meaning of what you just said?"
"Of course I know." Jing Yirong smiled lightly. How could she not know the meaning of what she said. Maybe she really shouldn't be emotional. But facing this man who used his life to prevent the future, she My heart has given me the answer. It is beyond my control. Just like what Ye Xieming once said to me, no matter how high my martial arts skills are, I cannot control my heart.
There was an unabashed smile in Ye Xieming's eyes. Even though he was seriously injured, he seemed to have won the world. Jing Yirong supported Ye Xieming without saying a word and prepared to leave. Xu, who had been looking at Jing Yirong uncomfortably for the past few days, The person named came out. "You two want to leave."
Jing Yirong raised his eyes. "You have an opinion."
"Indeed." Xu Daxia's eyes were filled with murderous intent. "You two are not good people. If we keep you two in the rivers and lakes, I'm afraid it will only cause more troubles. Ye Xieming was seriously injured today because God gave us the opportunity. I will annihilate you in one fell swoop. Everyone, the time has come for you to seek revenge."
After hearing what Xu Daxia said, everyone present looked at each other. Ye Xieming was usually too arrogant. Now was indeed the best chance to eradicate him. As long as they swarmed up to Jing Yirong, no matter how powerful his martial arts was, he probably wouldn't be able to defeat them.
Jing Yirong glanced at everyone present with a cold eyebrow. His tone was contemptuous. "It turns out that the so-called upright people are just a bunch of villains who take advantage of others. If Ye Xieming is not injured now, I don't know if anyone would dare to talk to him. Say a word."
"There is no need to reason when facing a cold-blooded person." He Chengzhi, a little man who had been hiding in the crowd, walked out at some point. He was able to say a few words in front of the martial arts seniors on He Xiantai. This time He Chengzhi also I really feel like I’m losing face. “Xu Daxia is right. Both Ye Xieming and Jing Yirong are famous for their cruelty and ruthlessness in the world. Killing them now is just to eliminate harm for the people.”
The murderous intention in Jing Yirong's cold eyes gradually grew, and her whole body was stained with frost. "Whoever wants to kill me, just come."
"Miss Jing, as long as you put down Ye Xieming, we can temporarily spare your life." Someone in the crowd said a word. Then several more people spoke. "Yes. Yes, as long as you hand over Ye Xieming to us." .We won’t hurt you.”
Jing Yirong's contempt for this group of people became even more profound. Duan Yuliu and the others standing behind Jing Yirong also showed disdain. Because they were afraid of Jing Yirong's martial arts, they directly attacked the seriously injured Ye Xieming. It's really like the trash Jing Yirong said.
Jing Yirong looked up at Ye Xieming and suddenly reached out and touched his acupoints. Ye Xieming looked at Jing Yirong in surprise. Jing Yirong had already dragged Ye Xieming's injured body to Duan Yuliu and his group. "I have tapped his acupuncture points, so you don't need to worry that he will fight with you again. Now you just need to keep an eye on him and Xuanxuan for me. Don't let anyone touch them."
"Jing Yi Rong and I just had a battle." Duan Yuliu said helplessly.
Jing Yirong raised his eyebrows. "So you will refuse."
Duan Yuliu didn't answer. He stared at Jing Yirong for a long time. He looked at Ye Xieming and then at Xuanxuan. Finally, he seemed defeated. "I, Duan Yuliu, have never done anything that caused a loss. It seems that this time will be an exception. "
When Jing Yirong heard Duan Yuliu's words, he lowered his head and took out a black scarf from his arms and tied it around Xuanxuan's eyes. "I don't want those people's blood to dirty your eyes."
Xuanxuan was a little panicked in the darkness. She quickly reached out and held Ye Xieming's hand before she felt at ease. She was already used to Sister Yirong covering her eyes from time to time. Although she didn't know the reason, she knew that Sister Yirong It must be for your own good.
Ye Xieming's injured body was unable to move due to the acupuncture points being sealed. He could only watch helplessly as Jing Yirong faced the group of people who were eyeing him and claimed to be righteous men.
Jing Yirong stood with her hands behind her hands. Her skirt fluttered in the wind like a butterfly. But her whole body was full of murderous intent. "Whoever wants to take Ye Xieming's life is seeking death. Why are you fighting in a wheel or in a group?"
Taoist Zizun did not advise anyone at this time. He just stroked his snow-white beard and looked meaningfully at the imminent scene in front of him.
"Jing Yirong, don't think everyone here is afraid of you. You can't beat us with our martial arts skills," Xu Daxia warned.
"There's so much nonsense." Jing Yirong raised his eyes disdainfully. "The first person to die is you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Yirong's figure flew towards Xu Daxia. The wind in his palm was cold and fierce. Xu Daxia hurriedly flew away when he saw this. The people present saw the two fighting. After looking at each other, they drew their swords and surrounded them in tacit understanding. Some people even attacked Ye Xieming with swords.
Bu Chenche pushed away Ye Xieming's attacker. "Don't even think about touching Ye Xieming until Jing Yirong is defeated. If Jing Yirong loses, we will naturally hand Ye Xieming into your hands."
The man holding the sword looked at Bu Chenche and hesitated for a long time. Seeing Bu Chenche and Duan Yuliu's firm faces, they all turned to Jing Yirong. Jing Yirong was already surrounded by dozens of people. She had no sword in her hand. However, the so-called righteous people are not polite. Each sword and every move uses a lot of strength.
Duan Yuliu stroked his painful chest. If he hadn't been seriously injured in the battle with Ye Xieming just now, I'm afraid he wouldn't stand by like this now. Although he and Jing Yirong had never been enemies or friends, seeing such people surrounding him But she still wanted to help.
Nalan Zhijin looked anxiously at Jing Yirong's figure in the crowd. Seeing so many people slashing dangerously at Jing Yirong's side with their swords, he felt his heart being violently pulled up. The sword stained with blood on the ground will rush forward.
The poisonous lady grabbed Nalan Zhijin. "You're crazy. I'm afraid you won't be able to save her with your martial arts, but will drag her down instead. You know there are martial arts masters here, so don't show off your three-legged cat's martial arts."
"I won't drag Master down. No way." Nalan Zhijin waved away the poisonous lady's hand and rushed into the crowd. He used his only martial arts to help Jing Yirong. Perhaps he really realized that Jing Yirong was in danger. Right. The martial arts that I usually can only perform at eight points this time can be used at twelve points.
The poisonous lady sighed secretly. She estimated that she really owed Nalan Zhijin in this life. Otherwise, why would she join the war because she was worried about Nalan Zhijin? She sprinkled the poisonous powder and successfully removed it for Nalan Zhijin. He hit the man coming behind him with a sword.
Jing Yirong noticed Nalan Zhijin's help. Her brows furrowed involuntarily. A thousand worries surged in her heart. At this time, she would rather not know this person. She would rather Nalan Zhijin was really the apprentice of the poisonous lady. .At least this way you won't worry about him getting hurt trying to help you.
People around her fell down one by one. Jing Yirong also had a few wounds on her arms. The blood soaked her spotless pure white gown. She couldn't tell whether it was other people's blood or her own blood. She knew it all too well. .Everyone here has some attainments in martial arts. They are definitely not the gangsters she met in the arena before. Fighting alone, she is sure that none of them can beat her. But such a siege makes her really overwhelmed. Now she has to be careful all the time. Looking at Nalan Zhijin's movements was really distracting.
"Why is she still worried about Zhi Jin when she has clearly lost her memory?" Qiao Shuang'er stood next to Bu Chenche and looked at the scene in front of her in surprise.
Bu Chenche's eyes fell on Jing Yirong's figure. "Maybe it's instinct." As soon as Bu Chenche finished speaking, he pulled out the sword beside him. Without saying a word, he rushed into the crowd and killed a decent person. The person who wants to stab Jing Yirong.
Jing Yirong was surprised. "You are helping me. Why."
"You will know the reason after you recover your memory." Bu Chenche did not explain. He held his sword and looked at the people around him. "You are all well-known figures in the world. Now I'm afraid it's not fair to bully the few and spread the word. "
"King Junqi, you have to intervene in this situation." Someone said. "The rivers and lakes and the government have never violated the rivers. King Junqi is afraid of breaking the rules."
"Today, I am attending the martial arts gathering in Hexiantai as a member of the martial arts community. How could it have anything to do with the government?" Bu Chenche's cold eyes showed no emotion. "Jing Yirong's fate is not yours. It can be touched by people. I saved her life."
Jing Yirong stared at Bu Chenche. He successfully attracted her attention, which also made her more confused about their relationship. What exactly does a madman-like friendship look like.
Scholar Tang took a few steps forward while holding on to his seriously injured body. He said coldly, "Although Tang is seriously injured now, it is not difficult to save someone. In the worst case, this life will be with you. Just follow the instructions just now." King Junqi said, I saved her life."
Everyone looked uncertain and the hands holding the swords became hesitant. What was going on? Why did the people who fought Ye Xieming just now and had their eyes red now all stood up to help them one by one.
Duan Yuliu glanced at Scholar Tang and felt helpless. "You guys, it's really not an honorable thing for so many people to bully one person. This time is the battle between Duan and Ye Xieming. I am the only one who can fight against Ye Xieming, Duan now." Only then are you eligible to get it. If you want to take advantage of Duan, you have to see if I am willing."
Everyone was not only surprised but also a little bit flinched. Everyone in the world knew who was stealing and not Duan Yuliu's. The usually smiling fox would not be lenient when it came to settling accounts. I originally thought that Ye Xieming and Jing Yirong They would be isolated and helpless. Who would have thought that the inexplicable Duan Yuliu and his party would actually come forward. Although they are all injured now, their status in the world is too high. And there are many people at the scene who have benefited from them. How can you go against him?
Seeing that no one made any move, Jing Yirong turned around and looked at Duan Yuliu and Scholar Tang. He raised his eyebrows and did not say thanks or speak. He just stepped forward and untied Ye Xieming's acupuncture points, took Xuanxuan's hand, and left. He took two steps and looked at Duan Yuliu again. "I'll leave it to you."
Jing Yirong and Ye Xieming had just taken a step, and then they took a step forward. Seeing this, Scholar Tang used his last strength to throw out the long whip in his hand and fell to the ground. The long whip hit the ground hard in front of everyone. After a deep mark was exploded, Scholar Tang felt depressed and vomited out a mouthful of blood, but he held on and said, "Whoever dares to take one step beyond this long mark, I, Scholar Tang, will chase him to the ends of the earth in this life."
Everyone looked at Scholar Tang in astonishment, shocked by the resolute look on his face. Jing Yirong glanced at Scholar Tang, nodded lightly to him and walked away without looking back. Everyone could only watch Jing Yi helplessly. They were afraid of not only Scholar Tang, but also Luo Hua, Duan Yuliu, and King Junqi who were standing behind Scholar Tang.
They couldn't afford to offend any person's power. So they could only watch Jing Yirong leave with Ye Xieming.
"Master." Nalan Zhijin stared at Jing Yikong's back and shouted softly in despair. Now he really has no reason to chase the master anymore, because he once promised that the master would not appear in front of her again.