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"coquettish bee, and it's even the Queen Bee, Long Yueling is in trouble now." At the side, someone with sharp eyes pointed out the Red Bee's identity.

However, before the Queen Bee could summon other bees to serve her, she saw Long Yueling's delicate hand wave, picking up wooden thorns from nowhere and flying straight towards her. Red light was flashing around the coquettish bee. It was born with a shield, but it still flapped its wings in an attempt to dodge the attack.

However, its movements weren't as fast as the wooden spike, and the shield on its body was easily penetrated by the wooden spike without the slightest pause.

The toothpick meat.

Looking at the red dot on the ground, everyone subconsciously swallowed their saliva.

Wang Yuyan was a two star summoner. The rouge wasp was just a Spirit Beast that she had summoned by her side. Since it didn't have a contract with her, its power wasn't that great. Only, she didn't expect Long Yueling to get rid of the coquettish wasp so easily.

The anger on her face was not hidden, this setback still did not make her think much of Long Yueling.

Long Yueling did not plan to give her the chance to speak while standing.

He kicked the wooden board in front of him and it flew straight towards Wang Yuyan. The other party actually sent her flying with a single palm strike. However, the wooden stick that came right after that struck her in the chest.

This series of flashy moves caused the surrounding crowd to click their tongues in surprise.

In Wind Continent, warriors would rely on their strong physical bodies to attack their opponents at close range. From such a long distance, the effect of borrowing force from outside would always be minuscule. But when Long Yueling made his move, it blinded everyone's eyes.

How did she do it?

Seeing Wang Yuyan's defensive qi barrier being destroyed so easily, she was finally injured and fell to the ground. On the other hand, looking at Long Yueling's calm and collected manner, which part of him was strong and which part was weak, it was easy to tell.

"Miss …" Chen Xi was still hoping that her young miss would teach Long Yueling a lesson, but unexpectedly, Wang Yuyan said, "Since you want to die, don't blame me." After that, there were no more words …

"Long Yueling, how dare you be so arrogant, you will definitely die a horrible death. Old master will soon know about this matter. If anything happens to young miss, you can just wait to be buried along with the entire Prime Minister's Palace. "

"So noisy." Long Yueling did not even glance at Chen Xi as he turned around and walked back. Old Zhang understood, and went up to Chen Xi to give her two slaps. With that expression, how could he look as if he had been scared out of his mind?

"To be rude to your highness, even ten heads aren't enough for you to chop off." At this moment, the Old Zhang felt like he had transcended the modern world and sat on a roller coaster, his entire body still floating.

Are you dreaming? Our Miss is too strong, Wang Yuyan has no way to fight back, okay? A two star summoner, a three star martial artist, dual cultivation in the Spiritual Martial Force is nothing. My family's young master is still a four star martial artist, and now he can't even touch the ground with his feet.

According to the Old Zhang's estimates, the true strength of their young miss was at least five stars. In the younger generation of the capital, there were very few 5-star and above warriors.

In that case, could our young miss be able to do whatever she wants in the capital?

Unknowingly, Old Zhang's waist stood up straight, and he almost fell.

The situation changed from Long Yueling weakly lifting up the carriage's curtain to how she used a decisive and fierce method to deal with Wang Yuyan in just a few breaths of time. Now that she had left, only Wang Yuyan's sorry state could prove that something had happened …

Those with fast reactions immediately followed Long Yueling's carriage, wanting to see who would be the second person to block the way, and what would happen.

"Old Zhang, if you meet this kind of person again, then there's no need to be courteous. What we need now is not to be courteous." Long Yueling found a comfortable position in the carriage and holed up as she spoke lazily to the Old Zhang.

The moment she made a move to teach Wang Yuyan a lesson, she felt that her physical strength was insufficient. If not for the poison in her body being suppressed by the antidote pill, she would have vomited blood on the spot.

It looked like the treatment of this broken body was the most important thing. However, the current situation was as simple as it could get.

This time, the Old Zhang deserved to be loud and straightforward.

"Is that Long Yueling inside the carriage?" From the distance, an impolite question could be heard. Soon after, the sound of horse hooves approached and a figure dressed in red appeared in front of them.

Long Yueling hung up the carriage curtain and looked at the person who asked: "Why did you come here?"

"Heng Geng is a man that I, Xiang Hongyi, have taken a fancy to. Since you crippled his legs, I will make you repay me with both of your legs."

"Xiang Hongyi is the daughter of General Xiang, the strength of a four star warrior." The Old Zhang said.

"If you want my legs, I'm afraid you don't have the ability." Long Yueling leaned on the carriage door and lazily said. If it was before the incident with Wang Yuyan, her lazy look could be said to be pleasing to the eyes. After experiencing the incident with Wang Yuyan, her action caused chills to run down one's spine.

Killing without blinking.

Although she didn't kill anyone, her indifference made everyone feel fear. It was as if killing people was as easy as chopping vegetables.

She was the real fierce one.

"We'll know if you have the ability or not after we try." As she spoke, she raised her horsewhip high and spurred her horse forward.

Long Yueling squinted and raised her hand into a gust of fierce wind. The throwing dagger flew out without any decoration and directly hit the center of the white horse's forehead.

The white horse pounced forward with inertia, throwing Xiang Hongyi over fiercely, it was heading straight for Long Yueling's horse carriage.

Even though the other party suffered from such an unforeseen event, he was not in a hurry. With the appearance of the protective qi barrier, both of his palms intersected, causing him to be dazzled by the illusionary palm techniques. In the blink of an eye, he was already in the air above Long Yueling.

Long Yueling's gaze focused, her body did not move, and only used one leg to kick upwards.

The spectators exclaimed, no matter how they looked at it, Long Yueling was going to be at a disadvantage.

The other party at least had a protective qi barrier, but Long Yueling was only using her foot casually, she did not have any protection, and did not seem to have much power.

However, the result was similarly out of everyone's expectations.

The palm and leg collided, Long Yueling's figure was as steady as Mt. Tai, Xiang Hong silk was kicked away, upon landing heavily on the ground, the True Divine Spirit withdrew, a mouthful of blood sprayed out, dying the ground as red as her dress.

Long Yueling did not spare him another glance and indicated for Old Zhang to continue driving the carriage.

The crowd was silent, and everyone could not help but sigh in their hearts.

As expected, it was still as crisp and clean as before.

"Thank you for your leniency, Han Geng and Red Silk won't be wronged if they lose to you."

Behind him, Xiang Hongyi propped up the wall and stood up as she shouted to the departing horse carriage from a distance.

Long Yueling laughed self-deprecatingly, thinking that this Big Sister did not show any mercy. With her current body, being able to do this was already her limit.

Any further down, she would definitely not let anyone near her.

Taking out the three throwing knives in his pocket, Long Yueling's gaze was calm.

If there are still people coming to pull out the tiger's whiskers, then let's kill him and exchange it for a few days of peace.

On the second floor of the tea house, a man in a light blue robe was fiddling with a teacup while a pretty little bird was perched on his shoulder. His eyes were fixed on the carriage as if he could read her mind through the layers of barriers.

"How interesting. Feng Er, is she really not afraid of death?" While stroking the bird's feathers with his fingers, Yingsuiyue muttered to himself with a faint smile.