Chapter 190 Challenger

Chapter 190 Challenger

"Tell me, what have you been doing these two days?" Zhao Yushu sat on the chair, drank a sip of herbal tea, and glared at A Yao.

"shop."

"You'll get a beating if you lie."

"Uh, I'm going to help you check things out."

Zhao Yushu sneered: "You know what I'm doing? Why don't you check it?"

Ah Yao was not convinced: "Isn't it just about the salt tax? Didn't I find out that there was something wrong with the Beggars' Sect last time?"

"Alright, that's your fault, but don't investigate anymore, it's too dangerous. Either you stay here quietly, or I'll ask Senior Brother Wu to take you back to Dongdu first."

Ah Yao hesitated for a moment: "In fact, we have found out a lot of things. There are many children like Xiao Xie, and children are not easy to attract attention. You don't know that they saw the Duke of Yue go to Wangjiang Tower yesterday!"

Zhao Yushu couldn't help but hold his forehead. He knew that Ayao was right. Normally, no one would care about a group of little beggars. But the situation was serious now. If someone with ulterior motives saw them...

"I know what you're thinking. Now listen carefully. Not only you, but all your men as well. Stop immediately and do what you need to do. If you really don't have money to eat, you can ask me for it. Ah Yao, think about it. If it wasn't me who caught you, what would you do?"

After saying this, Zhao Yushu felt a little tired. A Yao provided a piece of information that Duke Yue went to Wangjiang Tower.

It is possible that he asked the host of the building to take action and lead away the old man Wuxi while disassociating himself from the matter. The greater probability is that he would unite with Wangjiang Building to deal with him. After all, he had made it clear that he wanted to kill Wang Shaolin, and Chief Mr. Qin had already died in his hands. They were natural allies.

Add to that the bloody triangle relationship between the underworld, the Beggars' Sect and the Prince, it seems that every two parties are allies, and every two parties are also enemies.

Zhao Yushu picked up his pen and wrote a letter, explaining his guesses about the relationship between the underworld and the prince, and even the person in the imperial city of Xijing, and prepared to send it to his teacher in Dongdu.

This time he did not ask A Yao to write for him as the matter was of great importance. The letter went through Wu Jianxian's Shushan channel, which guaranteed that no one could intercept it.

A Yao went to disband his beggar team with a frustrated look on his face. He was very smart and knew what he could and could not do. Now that Zhao Yushu had pointed out the danger, he would not be willful anymore.

But the little beggars under his command might not think so.

In Zhao Yushu's guess, the prefect of Jiangning would be captured by the prince within two or three days. Before the poor prefect revealed something, there would be nothing he could do. The most he could do was to transform himself into a thief and go to a few relatively safe places every night to see if he could find any bargains.

However, if he doesn't cause trouble to others, others will cause trouble to him.

Amidst the strange looks from everyone in the Taoist temple, Zhao Yushu finally figured out whether the small guy would knock his head against the floor when he walked.

The answer is no, but looking at the hilt of the sword exposed above He Yuyao's head, Zhao Yushu still had a hard time holding back his laughter.

"Although you said I am no match for you, I still refuse to accept it. Let's have a fight. This is a gift." He Yuyao took out a jade pendant and placed it on the table beside her.

"Gift?" Zhao Yushu was confused.

"According to the rules of our Wangjiang Tower, when you challenge someone, you must leave a gift regardless of whether you win or lose. This is etiquette. There will be a welcoming banquet for you in a few days. There is no place for me on the seventh floor, but I don't accept it, so I came here early."

Zhao Yushu scratched his head: "Then, can the challenged party refuse?"

He Yuyao was immediately unhappy: "Why refuse?"

“I just think it’s boring…”

"You look down on me!?" Okay, the rage buff is added.

"Junior Brother Zhao, can we have a discussion?" Wu Ziheng came over at some point, picked up the jade pendant and took a look at it: "Good stuff."

Wu Jianxian, the Eighth Heaven Boss, said it was a good thing, so it must be good. Zhao Yushu decisively borrowed the long sword: "When will it start?"

He Yuyao was a little overwhelmed. As the sixth master of the academy, you are more interested in money than martial arts competitions. Where is your dignity and self-awareness as a cultivator?

"Miss He, right? Can I ask you something before we fight?"

Ask again? You asked me before the fight last time. Can't you ask me after the fight?

"You ask!" He Yuyao gritted her teeth.

"Forget it, ask after the fight."

Damn it! You're leaving me in suspense halfway through, trying to ruin my mood, aren't you?

He Yuyao took a few deep breaths and forced herself to calm down. She decided to use her ultimate move as soon as she attacked and not give the opponent a chance to counterattack.

Wu Ziheng poured his spiritual power into the floor tiles and raised his hand to indicate that the venue was ready and they could begin.

He Yuyao placed the sword flat in front of himself, shouted suddenly, and stepped on the floor to start!

Although Zhao Yushu had been prepared for this move, he still did not have a perfect way to deal with it. He could only avoid being caught off guard and being approached by the opponent in an instant.

Then his eyes widened: "Blade Storm?!"

Did you also travel through time?

The big sword created a hurricane, and He Yuyao rushed over like a tornado, and a strong wind blew in the Taoist temple.

Faced with such a fierce attack, cultivators of the same level seem to have no choice but to retreat. However, this is a competition, not a fight of life and death. The venue is invisibly restricted, and retreat is tantamount to admitting defeat.

The sun is shining brightly, there is no shadow to be used. If you only rely on superficial glimpses, you will sooner or later be forced into a desperate situation.

Zhao Yushu suddenly felt that the dragon bird given to him by his teacher was ready to move above his sea of ​​consciousness.

The dragon bird of Daxia, all the soldiers surrender.

Zhao Yushu had a feeling that as long as he transformed into a dragon bird, he could end the battle in an instant. This was very tempting.

But he held back.

Afterimages flashed, and fleeting shadows were launched with full force. Zhao Yushu rushed straight towards the indestructible storm with a long sword in hand.

He Yuyao did not hesitate. Among cultivators, if they did not have a clear understanding of their own abilities, and then got injured or disabled and blamed the other party for not showing mercy, it would be a great shame in Wangjiang Tower.

I want to see if you, Mr. Liu, have any ability to break my special moves!

Both of them were moving at extremely fast speeds and were about to collide with each other in just a moment. Wanqing nervously covered her mouth, Ayao widened his eyes, and Wu Ziheng smiled.

If a Shushan disciple were to take action, he would have to find a gap between the wind and rain. As long as there was a gap, he would not be faster than the Shushan sword.

But Zhao Yushu is not a disciple of Shushan, and his sword is not that fast. What should he do?

He Yuyao felt that the sky was overcast and the sunlight was blocked for a moment.

Zhao Yushu disappeared in front of the storm, and a flash of sword light fell from the sky.

With a hiss, He Yuyao staggered, and the sword fell to the ground with a bang. A hole was torn on the clothes on her shoulder, and blood oozed out instantly.

Zhao Yushu seized the only flaw.

Zhao Yushu fell from mid-air, and the shock from He Yuyao's footsteps on the floor had not yet subsided, causing him to lose his balance and fall directly to the ground.

Zhao Yushu patted his butt and got up: "Oh, we both fell down, so it's a draw."

He Yuyao looked ashen, and silently picked up the sword: "If I lose, I lose. Mr. Liu broke my swordsmanship with one move. Yuyao is convinced. Goodbye."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't go yet!" Zhao Yushu hurriedly stopped him.

"Mr. Liu, are you going to humiliate me again?" He Yuyao raised her head, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Uh, I just said that I have a question to ask..."