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Watching Li Ye's back until it disappeared, Deng Xihu still stood at the door of the restaurant. He looked in the direction Li Ye had disappeared in and refused to leave.

The restaurant waiter interrupted Deng Xi Hu's reminiscing and contemplation, and said softly to him: "Sir, someone from upstairs has come. He told us to go back immediately and that a mouse has entered the palace."

"Got it." Deng Xihu nodded his head, opened the curtain and picked up the fish scale blade. He put it on his waist and slowly walked towards the agreed position.

"… …"

Killing intent burst forth from Xie Feiyu's body as he placed his hand on the blade of the sword at his waist. With a cold expression, he bellowed, "Sect Leader Song, are you speaking the truth?"

Song Huangmen nodded and spoke slowly with a solemn expression, "There are no lies!"

"If your words are not the slightest bit false, then your majesty must be under house arrest. Do you know which palace your majesty is in?" What Song Huangmen said made Xie Feiyu's face turn serious. If what Song Huangmen said was true, then this would be a big matter.

"I don't know!" Song Huangmen twirled his fingers and coldly said, "It's because I don't know that I'm looking for you."

"I don't know either." Xie Feiyu shook his head and sighed, "Ever since the main hall said that His Majesty was sick, I haven't seen him. I don't know either."

"That's why I've come to see you, not to look for someone but to let you stall for time. I'm going to look for His Majesty!" Without waiting for Xie Feiyu's agreement, Song Huangmen stuck their fingers in the cracks of the wall and climbed up the thick wall.

"Fuck you!" Xie Feiyu snorted lowly and led his trusted aides into the palace.

All of this was a secret within Song Huang Men's mind, but from the moment he entered the inner palace, his whereabouts were exposed without a doubt.

A group of heavily armed Imperial Guards had been waiting for them for a long time.

Nearly a hundred items flashed with cold stars as they waited to lick the blood of their enemies.

Hearing the noise coming from outside the door, the leader knocked on the chair's handle and coldly said, "Release the arrows!" Shoot them into a sieve. "

The dense rain of arrows covered the path to the imperial palace with a thick carpet.

The man frowned as he didn't hear the scream he wanted to hear. However, he relaxed when he saw the arrow. He smiled and said, "So it's you. No wonder these arrows are useless."

Song Huang Men held onto a few arrows and threw them down casually. He looked at the man in front of him and laughed coldly. With a loud shout, he rushed towards him.

The corner of the man's mouth lifted as he smashed the metal chair with a palm strike. He soared into the air and heavily lashed out at Song Huang Men.

The Great Wei never lacked talent, whether it was in martial arts or government, the Great Wei never lacked anyone.

A person who had never been on the Flying Fish Board was fighting against Song Huang Men who was firmly on the Flying Fish Board. From the looks of it, he did not seem to be at a disadvantage at all.

Song Huang Men's eagle claw struck the man's face, colliding with his fist. A violent wind was stirred up, and the two of them looked at each other, standing still.

"Who are you? How come I've never heard of someone like you in the martial arts world?" The moment they started fighting, Song Huang Clan's expression changed. He had never heard of such a person in the martial arts world.

At that time, the one who hurt him was another martial arts expert, and also not the person in front of him.

"Li Kedi, how long have you been preparing for this moment?!" He was not the only one asking questions in his heart. A shadow appeared on his feet as he whipped towards the man with a strong gust of wind in his hand.

The man stood hunched over with his arms in front of his face. He smiled and said, "I am just a nobody in the martial arts world. I won't attract the attention of a big shot like you."

"Your cultivation is no small matter." Song Huang Men's attack was like a continuous strike from a gale, his palm instantly transformed into a myriad of changes. Finger, tap, palm, fist, claw … He mercilessly slapped towards the man.

The man broke out in cold sweat, but his eyes were full of fervor. Fighting with an expert was his unremitting pursuit.

"Hahaha, then remember my name, Wen Sheng. This way, I, as a peasant, might not be a small figure." Wen Sheng laughed out loud as he changed his defense into an attack, raised his elbow and rammed it into Song Huang Men's palm.

Under Song Huang Men's attack and Wen Sheng's attack, the myriad of changes in the surroundings instantly disintegrated, leaving only the two hands clashing with Wen Sheng.

"You've picked it up!" Wen Sheng roared as he took a step forward and threw himself into Song Huang Sect's embrace, slamming his knee into Song Huang Sect's chest.

The Song Emperor's face turned pale, he placed his palms on Wen Sheng's knees to block Wen Sheng's attack. Before he could relax, Wen Sheng's arm reached out and struck his waist, causing his arms to bend and colliding with Song Huang Men's waist.

Song Huang Men's pupils constricted. He felt that the threat was not the arm that struck him, but the hand that Wen Sheng did not seem to use.

He always felt that Wen Sheng's moves were just like an object.

It was only when his warm hand slapped Song Huangmen's chest did he finally understand.

No wonder he looked so familiar.

This move was a rural object.

Sickle!

That's right, the sickle that cuts wheat!

He also knew why he felt that what was truly dangerous was not the arm that had hit him, but the seemingly useless hand.

Because scythes are made by cutting wheat with the front end!

Wen Sheng's hand was as dangerous as a sickle, and as deadly.

He only felt a warm sensation in his throat, as if he wanted to spit out a mouthful of blood. However, after glancing at Wen Sheng for a moment, he swallowed it back down.

Wen Sheng knew that he could not ignore this move. He immediately retracted his hand and placed it beside his ear like an iron wall.

With a crack, Wen Sheng's arm twisted in a strange way. It was obvious that he couldn't use it anymore.

Wen Sheng looked as if he didn't know the pain, and said with a grin, "Senior is awesome!"

Just as he finished speaking, he nodded a few times in the air and his knee hit Song Huangmen's chest repeatedly.

Song Huang Men, who had a slight advantage, was instantly at a disadvantage. After being hit by Wen Sheng's leg a few times, Song Huang Men could no longer hold back the blood in his throat, and a dark red blood leaked out from the corner of his mouth.

"This move?" Song Huangmen frowned as he slowly said.

"Familiar." Wen Sheng lowered his head and looked at his useless arm. With a grin, he said slowly, "I told you, I'm a farmer. I only know how to use some crops."

"Iron plough?" Song Huangmen could not help but ask.

"Senior's eyes are really sharp!" It is the iron plough! " Wen Sheng bent his legs, half squatting on the ground, and smiled: "Just now this move was called Iron Plow Style, just now this move was called Sickle Style! I still have a few moves left, please enjoy the quality. "

Song Huang Men wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, spat out a mouthful of blood and said slowly: "Not now, I'm in a hurry to find someone!"