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The man under the tree thought for a moment, then ignored Yang Muyun and those hidden experts.

At this moment, he suddenly pulled out a folding fan from behind his waist and opened it wide. He then opened the fan and fanned himself with it, giving off the appearance of a scholar.

Yang Muyun didn't panic. Instead, he carefully sized up this person. A pair of cloth shoes, a shirt that was almost washed, and a thin face. No matter how he looked at him, he was just like a poor Elementary Scholar.

However, Yang Muyun did not think this way, because he knew that those who would appear here were definitely not ordinary people.

"Swoosh!" At this moment, the Elementary Scholar under the tree suddenly leapt up, folded his fan, and rushed towards Yang Muyun.

"Ding!" But halfway through, the Elementary Scholar suddenly stopped, and from within the folding fan, he saw a bunch of small needles fly out.

"An insignificant skill!" Yang Muyun let out a cold snort, unsheathed his sword, and used his hand to deflect the incoming steel needle.

Yang Muyun was not in a hurry. His movements were like flowing water and he was clearly prepared for this. He was not surprised that the Elementary Scholar had suddenly made a move.

On the contrary, he wanted to go back on his word. He clearly promised Yang Qianqian that he wouldn't do anything, but now it seemed that he was going to break his promise again. He had no choice but to take action.

He wondered how far his newly recovered body could go.

While Yang Muyun was distracted, the Elementary Scholar saw that his attack had missed, so he followed closely behind the needle. Under the cover of the needle, he pulled in the distance with Yang Muyun.

Yang Muyun's sword turned, and his left foot took a step back. With a wave of his right hand, the sword slashed across the Elementary Scholar's wrist.

That Elementary Scholar was also quick-witted, and gripped his folding fan in the air, pointing it at Yang Muyun's sword. Yang Muyun only felt a surge of energy and his sword was involuntarily pressed down.

Although Yang Muyun was secretly surprised at how powerful this person was, he felt that he shouldn't have done so. Instead, he drew back his sword and took a step forward. The multicolored sword danced and sword qi spread out in the air.

A faint frost began to cover the sword as Yang Muyun used the Floating Snow Sword Technique. He did not know the purpose of this Elementary Scholar, but he knew that if he did not want to be in someone else's hands, the best method was to be in someone else's.

He didn't kill or injure others, he just asked for a military uniform. He didn't want to harm himself or others. This was also a way to survive.

The Elementary Scholar who had just taken action seemed to have felt the power of the sword and turned pale. He quickly opened his fan and placed it across his chest, blocking more than half of his body.

Yang Muyun did not show any mercy as he also attacked towards the Elementary Scholar with Flowing Clouds. As he moved up and down, the thorns and thorns missed each other. In that instant, a chill swept across the Elementary Scholar's chest.

"Bang!" Who would have thought that when the multicolored light collided with the fan, it would actually emit the sound of metal and stone? This folding fan was most likely not simple either.

However, no matter how powerful the folding fan was, it was still an external object. If the Elementary Scholar wasn't strong enough, then it was useless.

Sure enough, under the impact of Yang Muyun's sword qi, the Elementary Scholar was unable to withstand it and was sent flying. He staggered a few steps back and looked as if he was about to fall to the ground.

At this moment, a black shadow leapt over the courtyard wall like a bolt of lightning and landed behind the Elementary Scholar, supporting him.

When Yang Muyun saw his Elementary Scholar retreat, he let out a sigh of relief. At this moment, his hands were already trembling. It seemed that he had not fully recovered, and would not be able to hold on for much longer.

No wonder. After all, he had just woken up today. It would already be considered good if he had a hand in this. If it was anyone else, they would have already fainted.

With a calm expression, Yang Muyun sheathed his sword and expressionlessly looked at the figure that just charged in.

But as soon as he took a glance over, he recognized this person. He walked up and greeted, "Senior Pei."

This person was dressed in a purple robe. It was none other than the underworld hero who helped Yang Muyun sell horses and horses in the Chen-Han City, Pei Lie.

Seeing Yang Muyun walk over, Pei Lie slightly nodded his head. Knowing that he was fine, he let go and reprimanded the Elementary Scholar instead, "You dead Elementary Scholar, I think your skin is itchy from not taking care of you for a few days. Even Young Hero Yang dared to make a move."

The Elementary Scholar looked wronged, "Brother Pei, wasn't I too excited to see Young Hero Yang? That's why I can't help but want to exchange a few blows with him. "

"Look, my fan has been shattered. Don't talk about me anymore." The Elementary Scholar looked dejected as he held his fan. At this moment, it was full of cracks, as if it was about to shatter.

Yang Muyun listened to the conversation between the two, then combined his own memories and asked, "This brother, could he be the 'good Elementary Scholar' Yan Jin?"

"It's this kid!" Pei Lie slapped the back of Yan Xiao's head, giving Yang Muyun an affirmative answer.

"As expected, no wonder …" Yang Muyun secretly nodded.

"The Good Scholar" Yan Xiao was said to have once been one of the Northern Scholars. His belly was filled with brocade and he was quite knowledgeable in the field of poetry. In the northern literary world, he was also known as a friend.

However, there was one time when he participated in a poetry meet that seemed to be a gathering of literati, but was actually controlled by a powerful official. During that meeting, his painstaking effort to compose a poem was not only forcefully plundered, but was also falsely accused of plagiarizing someone else.

One had to know that the dignity of a scholar, especially his reputation as a scholar, was more precious than even his life.

Thus, even though he had tried his best to defend himself, he had not received any help from anyone. Instead, he had been forced out the door by that powerful noble. One could only imagine how he had been feeling at that time.

From then on, Yan Xiao had abandoned Wu Congwen and joined a gang. From the looks of it, Yan Wang had indeed joined a gang, the largest gang in the underworld, the Red Flower Society.

No wonder he was here. Yang Muyun thought to himself, it seems that the legends of the martial arts world were not wrong.

This teahouse was originally a secret site of the Red Flower Society. When he was in the Chun Han city, he had asked Jiang Xi, the "Golden Eye", to investigate the situation of Qu Rong and Three Boats and Eighteen Docks.

After that night, Yang Muyun felt that it was very important for him to know his opponent, so he had to quickly grasp all the information regarding Tsui Bong.

That was why he didn't want to stay at the rouge button to recuperate. Instead, he wanted to use his unrecovered body to contact the Red Flower Society, hoping to find Jiang Xi.

His previous conversation with the tea shop's waiter was the signal that the Red Flower Society needed on their website. Only with the correct signal would they be able to meet with the higher ranked managers, which was why she was able to find Jiang Xi.

In that case, the person who had sneakily slipped away earlier was most likely someone from the Red Flower Society. His purpose of leaving was to report this matter to the public. From the looks of it, it was him who had called Pei Lie over.

Luckily, Pei Lie had come. Otherwise, based on Yang Muyun's current condition. This place was truly a place where both sides were seriously injured.