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Yan Wenqing hurriedly used his own body to block in the middle, at the same time the fan in his hand also attacked the woman. The woman did not get close to the woman, and hurriedly retreated, turning around and jumping up, one foot stepping on a big red pillar, her entire body spinning towards Yan Wenqing like a big and sturdy tree trunk. The folding fan quickly flew up, and as it passed by the woman, the woman's body swung the folding fan towards her face. The woman's body was still in the air, and she urgently lifted her chin, and the folding fan hooked up with the silver mask on her face. The mask was removed, and the woman tumbled backwards in midair, landing in a corner.

The silver mask fell to the ground with a thud. The woman's delicate and pretty face was revealed. Her pretty face did not have the killing intent of the two sabers in her hands. Her hair was tied up in a bun, her eyebrows were like the new moon, her teeth were white, and her almond cheeks were white. The shiny blades in her hands were clearly unworthy of her figure.

The woman who had lost her mask seemed exceptionally nervous. It was as though Ruo Ruo's beautiful appearance couldn't be seen by others.

The masked man was also staring at her with a stunned expression, as if he was looking at a stranger.

However, the woman immediately raised her two blades and chopped towards Yan Wenqing. The man also attacked Yan Wenqing. The three of them started fighting again, but no one could get close to the old lady and Xiao Lan. However, the old man who was watching on the side was so afraid that he wanted to call them out, and tears kept flowing out from the corners of his eyes.

Yan Wenqing jumped up gracefully like a butterfly, but before she could do so, the masked man's metal fan was already flying towards her. Yan Wenqing hurriedly threw himself backwards in the air, the metal flute flew three meters away from his body, while the woman's two blades flew upwards once again. Yan Wenqing threw the folding fan in his hand towards a large red pillar nearby, and the folding fan immediately turned around like a big concealed weapon. One of the knives in the woman's hand was knocked off. Yan Wenqing landed on the side and used one hand to grab the fan, while kicking the woman in the chest. The woman was pushed back, and with a flip of her body, Yan Wenqing kicked the man in the chest, all this wickedness only lasted for a moment.

The woman pounced on the two of them. The panicking Xiao Lan saw the girl pouncing towards her and pushed away the old granny in her arms with all her might. The old granny fell to the side, while the girl grabbed Xiao Lan by the neck, the girl's face was filled with anger, her beautiful face no longer had that kind of gentle beauty, and her chest was beating rapidly.

"Lan." Yan Wenqing and the old granny cried out at the same time.

Xiao Lan, who had been grabbed by the girl, was so scared that she started crying. Her bloodshot eyes stared at Yan Wenqing, but she revealed a look of certainty, determination, and trust.

"Young Master Yan, I just want the secret manual. I don't want to hurt anyone." The woman's voice was slightly hoarse.

"Don't hurt it, I'll give it to you." Yan Wenqing looked at the woman with a begging gaze. At this moment, he knew what was the most precious thing for him. He should go and protect it.

"Brother Wen Qing, you don't need to worry about me. Take Grandma and leave." Xiaolan's tears were flowing freely. Her body was trembling. She was afraid.

The whole old hall was ablaze, the broken thatch crackled, the cobwebbed walls were red, and the flames twisted on the walls.

"I'll give you the secret manual, don't hurt her." Yan Wenqing stared at the girl's every move. The fingers of the hand holding the folding fan moved slightly on the handle of the fan. He slowly inserted his other hand into the pocket on his chest.

The masked man stood behind Yan Wenqing and looked at him warily. The golden flute in his hand was shining under the light of the fire.

"Brother Wen Qing, don't give it to her." Tears were rolling down her cheeks, she was so scared that she held the girl's hand tightly.

Like a gust of wind blowing past, Yan Wenqing's body blurred as he dodged to the side of the girl's right hand. The woman's eyes looked towards that side, but the blurry shadow was no longer there, because in the blink of an eye, Yan Wenqing had already arrived at the left side of the woman. When the woman reacted, a finger was like an iron rod, hitting the blade. The folding fan in Yan Wenqing's hand cut into the gap between the woman and Xiao Lan, and the woman's body fell backwards. Yan Wenqing's hand embraced Xiao Lan's waist, and he forcefully pulled her over. Xiao Lan's hand was still tightly grabbing onto the girl's arm, and all of her strength was used that instant, and Xiao Lan took the opportunity to tear off the woman's sleeve. The woman fell against the wall.

When the masked man saw this, he threw an iron fan at Yan Wenqing. Yan Wenqing closed his fan, and the iron flute struck the iron fan.

The woman's bare arms were exposed, and her eyes were filled with the naturally humiliated anger of a woman.