C577 The Tears of Merfolk

No one could remain indifferent under the joint attack of these two experts, especially the effect of Donghuang Xiangluan's feather. It was no wonder that blue-clothed scholar could easily destroy Chu Men and Lee San's combat strength.

Now, it seemed like blue-clothed scholar wasn't in a hurry to attack Young Master Tang and Ye Wangyun. He stretched out his two hands, which were ordinary except for his long and slender body, and made some ordinary moves. It was just a simple parry, and he didn't make any counterattacks. It looked like he was fighting with a naughty child.

As he fought, Ye Wangyun realized that there was no danger, so he slowly let go of his hands and feet.

In the beginning, he was still cautious. Out of the ten moves, there were eight or nine moves that he used to attack and defend at the same time. He was prepared to retreat as soon as it was not easy.

However, after seeing his opponent's attitude, his ambition slowly rose. The other party obviously did not treat them as equal opponents. This battle was just like adults playing with their children. Therefore, Ye Wangyun gradually used all his strength. He could not let others look down on the Ye family!

However, it was also because of this that the more he fought, the more shocked he became. No matter how much strength he used, his opponent's moves rarely changed. He had completely nullified all of his ruthless moves. Don't forget, at the same time, he was trying to get rid of Young Master Tang, who had borrowed the power of Donghuang Xiangfeng's feather. However, he was still as calm as before, without a trace of smoke or smoke.

Perhaps, Young Master Tang and Ye Wangyun were equally shocked. After the ferocious attack, his face turned even paler.

Their nervous expressions and the smile on blue-clothed scholar's face formed a sharp contrast. Anyone could see that. There was no suspense in this battle. The only thing that remained was when the Mi family was impatient to send these two kids away, or when Young Master Tang and Ye Wangyun would back out. They would no longer humiliate themselves.

Ye Yingjiu was also observing the changes on the battlefield, and his facial expression was also changing unpredictably. After watching for a while, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "You have really embarrassed the Ye family! You can withdraw and let me fight this expert of the Mi family."

It seemed like Ye Yingjiu was very dissatisfied with Ye Wangyun's performance. He had taken the initiative to ask for Ye Wangyun's help because he felt that Ye Wangyun had embarrassed his own family. Of course, it was also possible that Ye Yingjiu had taken the initiative to fight Ye Wangyun after seeing the great expert's irresistible technique.

Ye Yingjiu joined the battle without saying a word, but Ye Wangyun didn't withdraw as he had said. This way, the situation on the battlefield changed to the three of them joining forces to fight blue-clothed scholar. After all, Ye Yingjiu was a famous swordsman, and he didn't use his sword lightly. However, every time he attacked, blue-clothed scholar had to deal with it with extra effort. Although it was still not strenuous, the smile on the corner of his mouth was restrained. Only then did it resurface.

"Stinking shameless! It was one thing for two to fight one, but now there was another. Haha, then you might as well count me in as well!"

Zhang Jingxuan jumped out as he spoke, expressing his indignation.

"No rush, no rush. Young Almsgiver, you are always so impatient. Let me temper your character."

Unexpectedly, the gorgeous monk jumped out at this moment and blocked Zhang Jingxuan's path. It seemed like he had come prepared.

"Good dog doesn't block the path! Get the hell out of my way!"

Zhang Jingxuan was not angry with this monk who had repeatedly done the right thing. The Heaven Conniving Sword in his hand attacked with all its might. However, this monk was holding a purple-golden bowl in his hand. It was rolling and rolling, and he was only defending and not attacking. In a short period of time, it was very difficult for Zhang Jingxuan to break through his defensive line.

It seemed like the situation was still the same. blue-clothed scholar had yet to counterattack, but he heard his pleasant voice sounding out.

"It has been a long time since I came out. The world is really going downhill. After the internal strife of the Ye family... Even the word 'pride' has been lost? He had been fighting for so long, but there was nothing new about it. If you don't stop now, don't blame me for hurting you!"

No one in the world would dare to ignore his words. The three people on the opposite side all changed their colors, and their hands involuntarily slowed down. Because the three of them had been fighting until now, and they knew that the other party's words were not false. As long as he wanted to, the few of them probably wouldn't be able to escape unscathed. This was a type of incomparably terrifying power that made people feel incomparable despair.

Seeing that this battle was about to end without a hitch, there were naturally some who were unwilling.

A huge tree that was as thick as an adult's waist suddenly fell down without any reason. It just happened to hit Zhang Jingxuan, who was fighting with the gorgeous monk. It caught everyone off guard.

At the same time, a fat figure jumped out from the ground like a cicada. He threw himself at blue-clothed scholar, who was in the middle of a fierce fight. Zhang Jingxuan took a look and recognized this person. He was the fat man from the Siwu Inn. He only knew that this man's skill must be extraordinary, but when he saw this attack, what?

The fat man waved his hand, and the handkerchief in his hand that was not far away from his left and right slashed towards blue-clothed scholar's neck. The silk handkerchief seemed to be less than half heavy, and at this moment, there was actually a faint sound of wind and thunder.

Saber! This strike was filled with saber intent. It was murderous and forceful. It was as if millions of soldiers were taking the heads of generals as if they were taking something out of their pockets.

It was unknown how long this fatty had been lying dormant under that tree, but this handkerchief had already fused all of his spirit and vitality into the saber. That fatty seemed to have suddenly lost a large circle of weight.

Even blue-clothed scholar could not help but exclaim, "Good!"

However, he didn't pay attention to this seemingly unstoppable attack.

Because at this time, someone jumped down from the treetop in the other direction and met Fatty in midair. Some people in this world seemed to be born enemies, and came to this world to be enemies with the other party.

It was none other than the wretched man in the inn with tearful eyes. He descended from the sky. He did not have a weapon in his hand, but two drops of tears suddenly fell from his eyes. He flicked his fingers again, and two crystal clear tears fell. They shot towards the fatty's eyes. Pcht... Pcht... Pcht... Pcht... Pcht... Pcht... Pcht... Pcht... Pcht...

"Mermaid's Tear!"

The fat man screamed. He no longer cared about attacking blue-clothed scholar. The handkerchief in his hand turned and slashed at the two drops of tears. He spun the handkerchief and wanted to wrap the two drops of tears in it.

The handkerchief, other than the sweat that the fat man used to wipe his sweat, had a great effect on wiping his tears. But this time, the handkerchief could not complete its mission.

One of the two drops of tears suddenly accelerated and hit the handkerchief. It hit the handkerchief and changed its direction, while the other teardrop cunningly made a turn. It shot towards Fatty's fat waist. The teardrop seemed to be infused with the soul power of the wretched man. If one were to observe carefully, they would find that the vulgar man's finger was gently moving, and the teardrop was moving according to the trajectory of the fingertip.

Fatty did not think that his handkerchief would be useless. He hurriedly waved his hands, and the wind from his left hand was about to shake off the teardrop. He waved his right hand, wanting to take back the handkerchief.