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Chang Huan's eyebrows wrinkled. She ignored the hoodlum that was trampled by Sun Xiaoxiao and looked at Sun Xiaoxiao with a slightly different expression. The eyebrow stick in her hand tightened into a fist. Chang Huan turned her head and whispered to Shen Zhong.

Shen Zhong's eyes flashed a hint of displeasure, his voice revealed a hint of anger, "You really think Master Shen's money came from the wind? I've already given you the money, Chang Huan, don't push your luck."

Chang Huan saw Shen Zhong use Master Shen to pressure her and knew that she shouldn't overdo it. She pouted and flattered, "Master Shen has given me money, I'll do it no matter what I have to do." After he finished speaking, he pointed his staff at Sun Xiaoxiao. Chang Huan was a bit vigilant. She didn't know what level Sun Xiaoxiao's cultivation had reached.

The soldiers were basically at the same level, the general in the martial arts world, the flying fish, the lowest threshold in the eagle's nest, the sixth level was the little grandmaster, the second rate general in the martial arts world, who was able to set up a small sect and was also able to fly in the middle. Seventh level was difficult, and many people were stuck here. Seventh level was also known as the grand master, the highest realm among martial artists, a top expert in the martial arts world, and the leader of the Flying Fish Guard. The eighth level was not just for martial artists; they were rank of land deities. They could feel the aura of heaven and earth, had their own energy, could kill people in the air, or could even traverse through the air. They were rare experts, and there were thousands of people who could not take down an Eight-Fish Land Immortal. "The level nine fish are the enemies of thousands of people, they can retreat and become gods. The biggest difference between the eight fishes and the nine fishes is that one is a land immortal all his life, and the other can ascend at any time. Every level nine is a treasure, and any war is a killing machine.

Chang Huan was also a martial artist, she had a fourth tier cultivation base and relied on her cultivation to be domineering in the Western Water, she also had a little brain, she knew who she could provoke, and she also knew that if she earned money, she would have to give it to them, so after making a ruckus for so many times, there were no major problems. Shen Zhong and the Shen Mansion were also their frequent customers, if they lost their temper due to a little girl, then in the future, who would dare to look for them?

The wind carried mud as it gently slapped against the faces of the two groups of people. The wine flag on Sun Xiaoxiao's back fluttered in the wind. Watching Sun Xiaoxiao who was not afraid of them, Chang Huan tightened her eyebrows and rushed forward.

He concentrated all of his strength into his hand and used it to strike at Xiaoxiao's head. Sun Xiaoxiao saw that something was wrong, and knew that she could not forcefully block this strike, so she used her full strength. After dodging this staff strike, Chang Huan saw that Sun Xiaoxiao had dodged it. Her body didn't move, and with a twist of her waist and a flick of her wrist, the staff in her hand retracted, swinging horizontally towards Sun Xiaoxiao's stomach. Seeing that she couldn't dodge, Sun Xiaoxiao hurriedly defended against Chang Huan's attacks. Seeing that her staff had been blocked, with a flick of her wrist, she planned to use a different move against Huang Long. Sun Xiaoxiao grabbed ahold of this opportunity, and with a horse stance and a single horse stance, she smashed her fist into Chang Huan's chest, knocking her back a few steps and nearly falling to the ground.

Chang Huan held a staff in one hand and rubbed her chest with the other. Her face was flushed red from embarrassment. She had been hit by Sun Xiaoxiao's cannon fist until her blood didn't flow properly. Chang Huan became angry from the embarrassment. She raised her rod again and said, "My skin, my hands are quite strong. This time, I won't be merciful." Although Chang Huan said she looked down on Sun Xiaoxiao, she also became serious. Her eyes were fixed on Sun Xiaoxiao's movements, and the rod in her hand was already in a defensive posture.

The old saying goes, "Three strikes and seven shots. The gun will pierce a line, and the stick will pierce a big field. " The rod in Chang Huan's hand became faster and faster, so fast that it was impossible for Sun Xiaoxiao to enter. Since Sun Xiaoxiao couldn't enter, she couldn't use her close-combat fist technique. Although Sun Xiaoxiao wasn't flustered, nor was her figure in a mess, there was still some anxiety in her eyes. "In her heart, she did the same. Her body was a few inches away from Chang Huan's stick.

Seemingly exhausted from the dance of Chang Huan's staff, the staff in her hand slowed down by a bit. Seeing an opportunity, Sun Xiaoxiao suddenly took a step forward and charged into the circle of Chang Huan's staff. Chang Huan maliciously smiled. She was waiting for the moment when the staff in her hand suddenly accelerated and slapped against Sun Xiaoxiao's waist. Sun Xiaoxiao gave a stuffy cough and was pulled a few meters away by the stick. She rolled a few times on the ground.

Shen Zhong's leather boots casually smashed into the ground. Shen Zhong walked closer to Sun Xiaoxiao, squatted down, and grinned fiendishly, "Slut, do you know the pain now? Let me ask you again, do you want to buy this tavern."

"Pfft, no matter how you do it, my shop is not selling it." Sun Xiaoxiao spat a mouthful of blood on Shen Zhong's face and gritted her teeth as she spoke.

Shen Zhong's face was expressionless as he took out a handkerchief from his chest and wiped the blood off his face. He stood up and turned his head towards Chang Huan, "Chang Huan, lend me your pole." Chang Huan nodded and handed the stick to Shen Zhong. Shen Zhong took the stick and looked at Sun Xiaoxiao with a fiendish smile. He raised the stick high in his hand, intending to ruthlessly smash it onto Sun Xiaoxiao's head.

Sun Xiaoxiao closed her eyes, waiting for the stick to come smashing down. But after a while, the stick still didn't come smashing down. Sun Xiaoxiao opened her seductive phoenix eyes and saw the figure in front of her. The figure turned around, and his dark green eyes revealed a trace of concern. "Are you alright, boss?" Sun Xiaoxiao struggled to get up and sat on the ground. While rubbing her waist, she rolled her eyes at Li Ye and replied, "Why don't you try?"

Li Ye shook his head, pulled the stick back, and Shen Zhong, who was holding the stick, fell forward with the stick unsteadily. Li Ye raised his foot and kicked Shen Zhong's stomach. When Li Ye saw that his leg was still flying, he kicked Shen Zhong more than ten meters away and slid a few meters down the street. Chang Huan saw that Shen Zhong was kicked away and quickly ran over to see if Shen Zhong was alright. Chang Huan looked at Shen Zhong. Shen Zhong was still breathing, but he was still breathing. Chang Huan also heaved a sigh of relief. It was good that he didn't die.

Chang Huan stood up and glared at Li Ye, who was unwilling to back down. Chang Huan sneered and threatened, "Brat, you're being meddled with. Hurry up and get out of here.

Li Ye also replied, "This tavern, I'm the one covering it. Let me remind you as well. Hurry up and get out of here, or else this stick won't recognize you."

Chang Huan was overjoyed as she had never seen such a foolish brat before. She coldly laughed, "Brat, you have guts!"