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Shang Yiqing did not evade. She had no time to evade, nor could she evade. That cold sword light flashed in front of Shang Yiqing's eyes, and suddenly turned to Fang Zinan. It turned out that his target was not Shang Yiqing, but Fang Zinan.

With a wave of Fang Zinan's sleeve, he had already jumped three feet away, and even used a strong wind to wrap the shop assistant's sword wind a few inches away.

Shang Yiqing quickly put down the jar of wine and retreated several steps.

The shop assistant saw that his attack had missed, so he pointed his face towards Fang Zinan. His hand holding his sword was surprisingly steady. He sneered and said word by word: "Prince Rong, have you been well?"

Fang Ziming stared at him, clear as autumn water, unblinking, "You are one of Ning Wang's men?"

The servant didn't answer and only brandished his sword. Shang Yiqing saw that the servant had forced Fang Zinan from the front of the cliff to the left. Not long later, Fang Zinan brought the waiter back to the table. They fought like a pair of passionate lovers. They were inseparable, they rose up swiftly, they repeatedly matched each other, and they fought to the death. Initially, the two's martial arts were evenly matched.

However, there was one thing that was different. Fang Zinan didn't have a weapon in his hand, but a sword in his hand. Furthermore, his swordsmanship was very high. This was not the first time Shang Yiqing had seen this kind of swordsmanship. Because every sword strike the little guy made was like a dance. The sword moved very fast and agilely, but the posture was very beautiful. Fang Zinan's attacks seemed to match with his dancing rhythm.

Shang Yiqing watched for a while, her expression turning serious. She clenched her hands tightly, sweat beading on her forehead. This fight didn't seem to be that shocking. Fang Zinan's originally agile movements were now completely coordinated with the young man's sword dance. He was like a dancer dancing in the autumn of spring, and Fang Zinan was just a combination.

He saw two figures floating around in the twilight, Fang Zinan's white robe became dimmer and dimmer, his dark clothes gradually brightened, as if the boy was a dancer, and Fang Zinan was only his dancing dress, floating and drifting, all of it dancing with the dancers' movements and intentions!

At this moment, a change suddenly occurred to this pair of dancing figures. Fang Zinan suddenly retreated, and before Shang Yiqing could see through his intentions, she had already taken off the jade belt on her waist. With a shake of the jade belt, it sent a cold breeze towards the boy.

The waiter brandished his long sword like he was dancing. With a hint of hope, he swung it towards Fang Zinan.

Fang Zinan used the jade belt to wrap it around himself, and the jade belt and the long sword intertwined. The boy struggled for a few seconds, but he didn't get rid of it. He waved his hand and took the sword. He smiled and said, "I can guess it even if you didn't say it. I have seen your movement and sword techniques more than once. And we haven't met each other even once, have we?"

Shang Yiqing looked at the waiter in surprise. She didn't think that Fang Zinan had seen this person more than once. Although she had seen his sword arts long ago, she still felt unfamiliar with him.

Fang Zinan continued: "We fought against Lishan before, and you were defeated by Xiao Tian Yuan, what else do you have to say?"

The little servant stood still, then chuckled, "Prince Rong is indeed Prince Rong, and he still remembers my daughter?" It turned out that the rough voice had completely changed, becoming more beautiful and moving. He was actually a woman.

Shang Yiqing suddenly recalled that there was a girl who was hunted when they were at Lishan. She was particularly powerful in martial arts and was very beautiful. Could she be that woman? But she couldn't see a thing.

Fang Zinan looked at the waiter and said in a deep voice, "Your disguise is brilliant, but your eyes can't fool people. I know these eyes."

Shang Yiqing recalled the girl she met in the mountains that day. She had a pair of clear black eyes, and when she looked at the young man's eyes, they were indeed the same eyes. She could not help but admire him more.

After being pointed out by Fang Zinan, the young boy suddenly reached out his hand to tear off the disguise, revealing a pretty face that was like a lotus, with clear black and white eyes.

It was indeed the woman from the other day. When Shang Yiqing saw her face, she immediately remembered that Fang Zinan had been hit on the arm by a blow to save her. New hatred and hatred had been mixed, and she was so angry that she pointed at the girl and scolded, "You scoundrel, it was you who tried to kill us last time. You're still not giving up?"

The moon was high in the sky, shining down on the girl's pretty face. She glanced at Fang Zinan, "It seems that your martial arts have improved quite a bit. Today, I will not be able to kill you."

Fang Zinan's lips curved up in a cold smile, "It's good that you know this!"

"Xiao Tianyuan is your friend?" The woman asked this question. Not waiting for Fang Zinan to respond, she answered as if she was asking herself, "He killed my brother, so I will find him for revenge. Teach him to be careful."

"You want to kill Big Brother Xiao with just your martial arts?" You overestimate yourself! " Shang Yiqing said mockingly as she moved closer to Fang Zinan.

"Xiao Tianyuan's martial arts are not bad, but I might be able to kill him!" With these words, the woman's body moved. He jumped from the front of the cliff to the flat ground below and quickly escaped.

Shang Yiqing saw that the figure was getting further and further away, and could not help but glance at Fang Zinan, "She wants to kill Brother Xiao, shouldn't we inform his?"

"Don't worry, Brother Xiao's martial arts are above mine. It's easier said than done if this woman wants to kill him." Under the moonlight, he only felt that the sword was very cold. There seemed to be a small word engraved on it, and when he touched it with his hand, he realized it was actually a small 'Lan'. He didn't know if this was a woman's name or not. Fang Zinan could only smile bitterly.

"What are you laughing at?" Shang Yiqing sighed, "It seems like you have poor character. There are people who try to kill you time and time again. Your popularity is really bad!"

Fang Zinan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I don't want to do this either, but I have no other choice."

"Forget it, since the enemy is in the dark now and you're in the light, it's best if you don't go out easily in the future. Just stay in the mansion obediently."

"Wouldn't that be boring?" Fang Zinan blinked and smiled mischievously. "Now that I've been conferred the title of a prince by the Emperor, do you think I'll ever live a peaceful life again?"

"Since you know that danger lurks everywhere, aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?" Ye Zichen rolled his eyes at Fang Zinan. I really don't know what this guy is thinking.

Fang Zinan raised his head to look at the sky, only to see a cold moon hanging in the sky, giving off the chilliness of the beginning of autumn. He said slowly, "What should come will come. There's no way to hide. It's useless even if I'm afraid!"