Chapter 86

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The square was in chaos, and the villagers, seeing the situation turn bad, began to scatter. The martial artists were even more disorganized; some didn't want to get involved and tried to squeeze out, while others, unable to stand by, tried to squeeze in to help...

The scene was filled with cries and chaos...

At this moment, the few先天 experts were no longer on the scene.

The reason was that at the moment Ye Qingxuan defeated Chang Jingfan, Hua Zixing, who had been watching the battle, could no longer contain his joy and excitement. His fighting spirit soared, and he inadvertently revealed a killing intent towards Ye Qingxuan.

Huo Dong couldn't stop it in time. Sensing the overwhelming killing intent from the four先天 experts of Qingyun Temple, he was greatly alarmed and quickly ordered his subordinates to run down the mountain.

In the unclear situation, Huo Dong would not allow any unnecessary conflict with Qingyun Temple.

Qingyan and the other four, who would not easily let go of those who threatened their junior brother's life, saw that the situation in the square was settled. Knowing their junior brother's steady and mature character, they were not worried about any further problems and followed Huo Dong and his group down the mountain...

Little did they know, as soon as they left, the situation here took a turn for the worse and became uncontrollable...

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Qian Yunzhong, filled with anger, struck a vital point on Chang Jingwang with one palm. It was satisfying, but it also put him in danger. The pursuing Changkong Sect disciple's swordsmanship was excellent, each move aimed at Yunzhong's vital points, swift and fierce...

Qian Yunzhong, the chubby one, had good lightness skills, but the Golden Goose Technique required a brief period of qi accumulation before activation. Although it didn't take long, he couldn't afford even that short time, as the Changkong Sect disciple stuck to him tightly. Apart from his lightness skills, Qian Yunzhong's other martial arts were mediocre, and he didn't have his sword with him. The situation was extremely critical, and he was in constant danger.

The Changkong Sect disciple pressed him step by step, and Qian Yunzhong, drenched in sweat, retreated desperately...

Just as he was in a panic, Qian Yunzhong tripped and stumbled, probably over a basket left by a villager. In that split second, the Changkong Sect disciple's long sword thrust forward, aiming for his chest and abdomen.

The fear in Qian Yunzhong's eyes and the sinister smile on the Changkong Sect disciple's face were frozen in that moment—

I'm going to die—

Qian Yunzhong was filled with sorrow, closed his eyes, and waited for death...

"Watch out for the hidden weapon..."

At the critical moment, a loud shout came from the side. The Changkong Sect disciple turned back in surprise but saw nothing coming. Just as he was puzzled, two objects flew over his head, "bang," colliding and scattering a cloud of white dust that instantly enveloped the area within dozens of meters.

Not good—

The Changkong Sect disciple, startled, covered his eyes with one hand and wildly swung his sword with the other to protect himself...

When the dust settled, a snow-white figure appeared before everyone. The Changkong Sect disciple was furious, realizing that the so-called "hidden weapon" was not lime powder but ordinary flour. Looking up to find the chubby one, he found no trace of him...

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Zheng Biao was also a bit stunned by what was happening. Everything had happened too quickly.

Originally, everything was over...

Qingyun Temple had won, and Changkong Sword Sect had lost...

His side had come arrogantly and left dejectedly, quite poetically...

Why was Chang Jingwang so annoying? Wherever he went, he attracted a bunch of enemies. Was this guy a disaster star incarnate? Otherwise, how could he cause so much trouble? With just a casual kick, he could kick out a master. From the looks of it, no one on the entire square was his match.

At that moment, the burly man was being attacked by Lu Dinghai and two Changkong Sect disciples. His iron palms faced off against three Changkong swords, and he still had room to attack and defend, showing his extraordinary martial arts skills.

Such a person pretending to be a street performer was clearly suspicious. How could the Changkong Sword Sect not see through it and provoke him without thinking?

But the Changkong Sword Sect people were brought by him, and the cause of the incident was also due to him. If he didn't act now, he would anger the Changkong Sword Sect, and the Yunxia Chang family would also turn against the Zheng family... But he couldn't act either. The Changkong Sword Sect had incurred the wrath of the people in Qingyang Town. If he acted, the Zheng family might not be able to stay here, and without a base, could the Zheng family get support from the Changkong Sword Sect or the Chang family? Thinking of his previous experiences, the answer was clear: none of these bastards could be relied on. If they didn't kick the Zheng family when they were down, it would be a favor...

What, what... what should I do...

Zheng Biao was in a dilemma, while the Changkong Sect disciples were in a passive situation.

The Changkong Sect had six people, including the unconscious Chang Jingwang. The nearly a hundred red-shirted men around them were Zheng family subordinates, not directly under the command of the Changkong Sect.

Of the six Changkong Sect disciples, one was unconscious, one was injured and couldn't fight, three were attacking the burly man and couldn't spare a hand, and one was chasing the chubby Taoist...

There were no extra hands left. Once the Qingyun Temple disciples rushed over, the situation would change immediately.

Although Chang Jingfan couldn't fight, he saw the situation clearly and was extremely anxious. He shouted at the surrounding red-shirted men, "A bunch of idiots, why aren't you moving?"

These nearly a hundred men wouldn't listen to this young swordsman.

No matter how powerful the Changkong Sword Sect was, they couldn't control everything. This was Qingyang Town, and it wasn't their place to give orders... They all wore mocking expressions, staring at Chang Jingfan with amusement, but didn't move.

Seeing that he couldn't command these Zheng family subordinates, Chang Jingfan, in a mix of shame and anger, suddenly remembered his usually despised cousin.

These Zheng family subordinates had only shown him respect because of the Zheng family. Now that their side was in a low ebb and in a fight, they wouldn't act without an order from Zheng Biao.

Chang Jingfan, extremely anxious, pleaded with Zheng Biao, "Cousin Biao, why don't you order your subordinates to act... Can't you see the situation?"

Zheng Biao, startled by Chang Jingfan's shout, came to his senses. Looking around, he made a decision—since he couldn't fight or help, he had only one option—stall!

With his decision made, Zheng Biao put on an act, pretending to be at a loss and said anxiously, "Cousin Jingfan, what to do... what to do... These subordinates are all under my father's command and only follow his orders. They were only here to cheer, not to fight. Even if I give the order now, they won't listen..."

"Damn it, you're the Zheng family's young master. Your word is the Zheng family's order. How can they not listen..."

"Cousin, you're right—listen up, kill, fight..."

Zheng Biao jumped around, saying he would act, but didn't make a move...

Others might not understand this, but Zheng Biao's servants knew. Plus, the third young master's unwillingness was clear. The servants knew that the third young master was planning to sabotage this, and he definitely wouldn't act...

The nearly a hundred men brought this time were led by these servants. The orders were given directly by them, so they were confident. They all shouted, "We won't listen to him. This is Qingyang Town, and we're all neighbors. He wants us to fight, no way..."

"Right, right, we're here to cheer, not to fight..."

Zheng Biao had his own calculations and repeatedly refused Chang Jingfan's orders, making Chang Jingfan furious but helpless.

"Zheng Biao, you're opposing the Changkong Sword Sect. Your Zheng family can't afford the consequences..."

"Cousin, I have my difficulties. I really can't help..."

"Damn it, Zheng Biao—I, the Chang family, will sever ties with you..."

"Cousin, we're family. How can I stand by and do nothing? I really can't help..."

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The two of them were bickering, and in the blink of an eye, the Qingyun Temple disciples rushed over.

"Three Biao, what the hell are you thinking?" Yun Yong's shout startled Zheng Biao.

Zheng Biao turned around and saw Ma Yunyong coming with a large wooden stake... With a loud thud, it was planted between Zheng Biao's legs, and Zheng Biao, unprepared, broke out in a cold sweat.

"Stupid big guy, what are you doing? The main target is over there. Why are you fighting me?"

"Fighting me? Heh, you're not good enough now. Get out of the way—" With a push, Ma Yunyong sent Zheng Biao flying.

Zheng Biao, sent flying by Ma Yunyong, felt a chill under his buttocks in his shock. A sword from somewhere had just given him a big split.

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