Chapter 811: Group Hero Mountain

Arriving at the Ink Fragrance Shop, he first went to Pillow Book Mountain.

Pillow Book Mountain had steep slopes and distinct edges, as if several books had been pieced together on a bed to form a pillow.

On Pillow Book Mountain, Li Li Banfeng found Cloud-Wisp Stream, a bottomless mountain ravine. On the cliff face of the ravine was a waterfall; initially over a hundred meters wide and grand in momentum, after falling several dozen meters, it dispersed into countless tributaries, each as thin as a spider's silk,

pouring down.

Among these tributaries, there was one with the swiftest flow, rumored to be able to snap ordinary blades.

Li Li Banfeng couldn't bear to use his Tang Dao, so he held Li Banfeng Yi and probed the way forward.

After walking over ten meters, Li Banfeng Yi shouted repeatedly: "Danger ahead, can't go any further, it hurts, this hurts too much—"

Li Li Banfeng found that swiftest current and, using its flow as a guide, flew upward against the water.

Under the guidance of the Judge's Pen, Li Li Banfeng used the technique of Riding the Wind and Driving the Clouds to fly all the way toward the highest cloud in Puluo Continent.

"Does this cloud have a name?" After flying for a long time, Li Li Banfeng vaguely saw the edge of the cloud. He roughly estimated that this cloud was three to five times higher than most clouds in Puluo Continent; such a distinctive cloud should have a name.

The Judge's Pen replied: "It has many names, which one are you asking about?"

Li Li Banfeng said: "Tell me all of them."

The Judge's Pen took a short nap, gathered enough strength, and said to Li Li Banfeng: "The name given by Shu Wanjuan is Mount Xiaoji, meaning the extreme of the clouds.

The name given by the imperial court is Mount Duojue; the meaning of 'Duojue' is destruction and ruin.

The name given by the Peddler is Group Hero Mountain; you can understand this one."

Li Li Banfeng nodded and said: "The Peddler is still the best at naming things, but this is a cloud, why is it named with 'Mount'?"

"You'll know once you go up."

Li Li Banfeng flew onto the cloud and finally understood what the Judge's Pen meant.

Standing at the edge of the cloud and looking forward, Li Li Banfeng could not see any flat ground. Within a mile, there were mountains—mountain after mountain, with more mountains beyond, layered and undulating, stretching endlessly.

Li Li Banfeng used his Golden Eyes and Fine Hairs to see a mountain peak protruding in the distance; that should be the highest peak of this mountain range: "Pen, is your body by any chance on that mountain peak?"

The Judge's Pen answered: "Mm!"

Li Li Banfeng gazed at the layered peaks and said: "Why must you put your body so high up?"

The Judge's Pen snorted: "A sixth-layer traveling cultivator above the clouds, afraid of this?"

"If you aren't afraid, then you walk yourself!"

"If I leave, who will show you the way?"

Li Li Banfeng didn't say anything; more words were useless. If they argued any further and the Judge's Pen got angry, it would just fall asleep.

On Group Hero Mountain, one really did need someone to show the way. Li Li Banfeng flew for over an hour and discovered that the towering mountains beneath him kept repeating, and the highest peak in the distance never got any closer.

"Am I lost?"

The Judge's Pen said: "Not lost, this place has the Joyful Cultivator's technique of Layered Peaks and Ranges."

"Was this cloud created by the Joyful Cultivators?"

"Not just the Joyful Cultivators, it was created by all the heroes under heaven together. This was the first cloud created in Puluo Continent. At that time, there was no Cloud Gate technique; the ancestors of various sects gathered together and exhausted their efforts to..."

Halfway through the sentence, the Judge's Pen was exhausted to the point of collapse and fell asleep.

Li Li Banfeng shook the Judge's Pen: "Don't sleep yet, where do I go next?"

The Judge's Pen was half-dreaming and half-awake, using only its tip to point the way for Li Li Banfeng, no longer speaking of other matters.

Arriving beneath the highest peak, the Judge's Pen rested for a good while before speaking again: "Shu Wanjuan calls this peak the Heavenly Edict Terrace, the imperial court calls this peak the Culprit Ridge, and the Peddler calls this peak the Chief Peak. The first batch of sect chiefs were decided on this very peak."

As it spoke, the Judge's Pen's breathing became somewhat intense.

The Wine Gourd hurriedly sprinkled some wine on the Judge's Pen: "Brother, speak slowly, don't hurt your sinews and bones."

Li Li Banfeng said: "Among the first batch of chiefs back then, were you there?"

"I wasn't there; I was young, much younger than them. This was a long time ago, but I feel this place is very sacred; this is the source of Puluo Continent!"

After saying these words, the Judge's Pen collapsed again.

To be this exhausted and still insist on finishing its words showed the weight this mountain peak held in its heart.

Taking advantage of the Judge's Pen's recovery, Li Li Banfeng rested for a moment on the hillside.

The Projector filmed the scenery in the mountains, becoming more excited as it filmed: "I feel a kind of art filled with power. Where does this power come from?"

Li Li Banfeng heard the voice of the Personal Residence: "This is a technique left behind by the Strength Cultivator ancestor Qing Wanjun. If I remember correctly, the technique should be called Blood Sacrifice Mountain Collapse.

Back then, many people felt this place hid a force. The Joyful Cultivator ancestor Ye Ye Shengge liked to cultivate here; he always said this place allowed one to exert strength."

"Old man, have you been here?" Li Li Banfeng was pleasantly surprised.

"I have!" the old man responded. "Walking this path, I remembered many things. Seven, walk another two or three miles up the hillside; there is a mountain cave there. Once you reach the cave, the path will be easier to walk."

Li Li Banfeng followed the Personal Residence's guidance and walked up the hillside. The further he walked, the more strenuous it became. This wasn't just because of the steep terrain; Li Li Banfeng felt this mountain had a special method that was weakening his physical strength.

"This is the technique of the Lazy Cultivator ancestor Yan Yan Wolong," the Personal Residence said with a yawn. "If I remember correctly, this technique is called One-Breath Suspension. Those struck by this technique will slowly lose all their strength until only a final breath remains, barely keeping them from dying."

Li Li Banfeng wiped his sweat and asked: "Why use this technique on Chief Peak?"

The Personal Residence thought for a good while: "Yan Yan Wolong used this technique at the time because the righteous army was surrounded by the imperial court.

The Peddler, the Old Train, and Shu Wanjuan were surrounded on Chief Peak, while Dan Chengjun, the Bitter Crone, and Face-Not-Big were surrounded at the Ink Fragrance Shop.

The imperial court prepared to break them one by one. The Peddler couldn't hold on much longer on Chief Peak, so Yan Yan Wolong slipped into the mountain cave, lay there for three days and three nights, and completed the One-Breath Suspension.

The entire Chief Peak was under the control of the technique. When the imperial court's troops charged up the mountain, they all lost their strength and were slaughtered in chaos.

The Peddler led people to break the enemy forces on Chief Peak first, then broke the enemy forces at the Ink Fragrance Shop. Later, both sides had victories and defeats, and they fought for a whole year before the Peddler remembered one thing."

"What thing?"

"Yan Yan Wolong was still sleeping in the cave; he hadn't come down the mountain."

Li Li Banfeng saw that mountain cave. He sat on a mountain rock and panted: "He slept for a year without moving?"

The Personal Residence was also panting: "He really didn't move!"

"Slander!" the Judge's Pen spoke up. "Our ancestor moved; he turned over!"

"Your ancestor is a good one!" Li Li Banfeng praised. "Pen, we can't climb up anymore; I can barely climb either."

The Judge's Pen said: "Passing through the cave, you can see a mountain path. That mountain path is not controlled by the One-Breath Suspension technique."

Li Li Banfeng panted: "Pen, how do you have so much strength to speak!"

The Personal Residence said: "One-Breath Suspension won't weaken Lazy Cultivators; on the contrary, it adds some strength to them."

Li Li Banfeng rested for a while, passed through the cave, and once he reached the mountain path, his physical strength gradually recovered.

Following the mountain path all the way to the highest peak, Li Li Banfeng looked around. His line of sight was no longer obstructed, and the full appearance of Group Hero Mountain could be seen clearly.

But outside Group Hero Mountain, Li Li Banfeng could only see the azure sky and heavy clouds and mist.

The Judge's Pen said: "Your eyesight isn't enough yet. Only top-tier Peeping Cultivators can see the ground and the full appearance of Puluo Continent."

The Personal Residence confirmed the Judge's Pen's statement: "Ayu stayed on this mountain for a long time back then. She gathered a lot of military intelligence, and Ayu performed great meritorious service in several victorious battles."

Li Li Banfeng carefully looked at the environment on the mountain top. Compared to other places in the mountains, the top was relatively flat, with a dense forest.

Beside the forest were many stone houses, built very neatly. Although covered in dust, they didn't look dilapidated, giving one the illusion that someone had lived there not long ago.

"Those are the barracks!" The Personal Residence's puffing sound was somewhat coarse. "The barrack on your left is mine and the Old Train's."

Li Li Banfeng looked to the left and didn't feel that barrack was anything special.

The Personal Residence explained: "The Peddler said that everyone's barracks are the same; this is the rule he set!"

The Judge's Pen pointed to the end of the camp: "My body is hidden outside the camp, right under that big tree."

Outside the camp fence was a large patch of pine trees. The Judge's Pen pointed like that, and Li Li Banfeng didn't know which tree it was talking about.

Once they walked into the forest, the Judge's Pen drilled out from Li Li Banfeng's waist, wrote the character "Hui" on the bark of a pine tree, and wrote the character "Gui" on the bark of the neighboring pine tree.

The character "Hui" represented the Wise Scholar, and the character "Gui" represented Murong Gui; Murong Gui was the Wise Scholar's name.

The Judge's Pen lay on Li Li Banfeng's back and said: "Go straight."

Li Li Banfeng walked forward a few steps, and a courtyard appeared before his eyes, with a three-story pavilion in the courtyard.

"Let's go upstairs!" The Judge's Pen's tone was somewhat excited.

Li Li Banfeng entered the first floor. There was only a hall here, with various calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls. Looking at the inscriptions, they all came from the hand of the Wise Scholar.

There was a landscape painting with exquisite brushwork. Li Li Banfeng tapped it lightly, and surprisingly, no dust floated off the painting.

Li Li Banfeng asked the Judge's Pen: "How long has it been since anyone came here?"

The Judge's Pen said: "Many years, I can't even remember. Remembering things is a very tiring matter."

"This situation isn't right; someone has been in this room." Li Li Banfeng looked around but didn't perceive any danger.

The Judge's Pen lightly swept its tip across the painting, and a fisherman appeared in the painting, rowing a boat from the lake to the shore.

Over a dozen people walked off the boat, men and women, about a foot tall, walking from the shore all the way out of the painting.

Some wiped the tables, some wiped the floor, and some held dusters, cleaning the dust from the corners.

The Judge's Pen said to Li Li Banfeng: "I'm just showing you this; usually they clean once a day, I don't even need to call them."

It took Li Li Banfeng upstairs to the second floor. The second floor was piled with various books. Li Li Banfeng asked the Judge's Pen: "You just left a body here, do you still need to read books?"

The Judge's Pen snorted: "This is to leave a memento."

It took Li Li Banfeng upstairs to the third floor. The third floor had a tea table, a desk, a wardrobe, and a wooden chest.

A four-poster bed was placed against the wall, surrounded by heavy bed curtains. Li Li Banfeng lifted the curtain and saw a thin, gaunt man lying on the bed.

This person wore a blue-green satin long gown with a diagonal collar, different from the long gowns popular in Puluo Continent. His clothes were loose and thick,

not revealing his figure, and the style was more ancient.

Back then at Black Stone Slope, Li Li Banfeng had fought with the Clear Guard Society, and the long gowns worn by those elders were somewhat similar to this style.

His face was very thin and long, his hair sparse but combed very neatly. His eye sockets were deeply sunken, his eyes were open, his mouth was open, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, seemingly carrying a faint smile.

It was fortunate that it was Li Li Banfeng who came; an ordinary person would really be startled, thinking a dried corpse was lying on the bed.

"Brother, is this what you look like?" Li Li Banfeng tested his breath; it seemed there was still a bit of warmth.

"Having not entered water or rice for many years, I've become a bit haggard; actually, I was quite good-looking back then!" The Judge's Pen slightly tidied up the man's appearance.

This man was the original body of the Judge's Pen, the once-famous Wise Scholar, Murong Gui!

"Since we're here, go back into your body." Li Li Banfeng placed the Judge's Pen beside the body.

The Judge's Pen wasn't very willing: "What would I go back for?"

Li Li Banfeng said: "If Shu Wanjuan is coming for you, you must take your body away as soon as possible."

The Judge's Pen said: "You can use the Connected Cave Chamber to take it home; it's the same."

Li Li Banfeng really couldn't understand: "Don't you want to go back into your body and stretch your muscles and bones?"

The Judge's Pen observed beside the body for a short while and replied: "The muscles and bones are quite good; you should just send him home."

"If I just send him home like this, and he gets eaten by Red Lotus, I'll see where you go to cry!"

Just as Li Li Banfeng was thinking about where to settle this Wise Scholar, a sense of danger quietly approached from outside the pavilion.

Someone had come!

How could this person come so coincidentally?

I just arrived at this pavilion, how did he follow so quickly?

Li Li Banfeng stood by the window and looked down; he didn't see anyone else in the courtyard.

The Judge's Pen realized a battle might break out. It immediately returned to the Wise Scholar's body, lay on the bed, and said to Li Li Banfeng: "There has been someone outside the courtyard for a long time, there is—"

Li Li Banfeng looked back; the Judge's Pen was clearly very unaccustomed to this body. After saying half a sentence, it couldn't hold on any longer.

The Glove looked at the situation and said to the Judge's Pen: "You mean to say, there has been someone outside for a long time, right?"

The Wise Scholar blinked, indicating the Glove was right: "He, can't get in—"

"He doesn't know the method to open the door, so he can't get in. Just now when we came in, the main door opened, and he discovered it. Now he wants to follow us in, is that what you mean?" The Glove was very familiar with business processes like tailing, and described it very accurately.

"Right—" The Wise Scholar wanted to try nodding.

The Glove shook its index finger: "Don't move yet, just having the intention is enough; I'm afraid you'll break your neck."

The Tang Dao advised: "Brother, you'd better go back into the Judge's Pen; why make things so difficult for yourself?"

"The comer is not, not—"

The Glove supplemented: "The comer is not kind; our Pen wants to have a fight with him."

Li Li Banfeng looked at the Pen's situation: "In your state, what can you use to fight?"

The Wise Scholar looked at the brush on the desk. The Glove hurriedly stepped forward, ground the ink, dipped the brush in ink, and handed it along with the paper to the Wise Scholar.

The Wise Scholar wrote the character "Fire" on the paper and placed it beside the pillow.

Whoosh! Flames rose, and the entire bed caught fire!

The Glove stepped forward and grabbed the Wise Scholar: "Hurry and leave, what are you doing?"

The Wise Scholar also caught fire. The Glove dragged the Wise Scholar off the bed. The Old Tea Pot was just about to extinguish the fire when it suddenly heard the Wise Scholar shout: "Hot!"

After this shout, the Wise Scholar stood up from the ground.

Under the scorching of the flames, he was forced to move his muscles and bones. He picked up the paper and brush himself and wrote the character "Extinguish".

All the flames in the room were extinguished. The Wise Scholar wrote the character "Diligent" again and stuck it on himself.

With this "Diligent" character, the Wise Scholar's condition was different; his eyes were spirited, his speed was fast, and his movements were fluent. He tidied up the desk and prepared to lie down and sleep.

Li Li Banfeng looked at the corner of the courtyard wall and discovered some ink marks.

"It seems your Master Grandfather has come."

The Wise Scholar sat up from the desk, stood by the window, took a look, and shouted angrily: "Let's run!"

Li Li Banfeng stopped the Wise Scholar and said: "Why run? If you're afraid, go home; I'll go out and meet him."

The Wise Scholar shouted angrily: "Hmph!"

The Glove translated from the side: "He means he's probably not afraid."

Li Li Banfeng smiled: "Since you're not afraid, let me see the Wise Scholar's skills."

Shu Wanjuan and the Blood Tooth Monster stood in the pine forest, still waiting for news from the scouts.

He had arrived at Chief Peak long ago. This wasn't his first time searching for the Wise Scholar's body. He had previously discovered that a courtyard was hidden in the pine forest, but he had never been able to open the courtyard's main door.

He wasn't sure if the Wise Scholar was in this courtyard. He had originally planned to take the Blood Tooth Monster to try their luck elsewhere,

but after walking for only a few hours, the courtyard's main door opened by itself.

When Li Qi entered the courtyard, several characters followed him in. The ink marks Li Li Banfeng saw just now were the signals sent by these characters to Shu Wanjuan.

Shu Wanjuan stood in the pine forest, relying on the perception of the characters, and was pondering the method to open the door when he suddenly discovered the pine branches in front trembling, and two main doors appeared before him, slowly opening.

"Second Great King, good skill!" The Blood Tooth Monster didn't know the situation and thought it was Shu Wanjuan's method, so she praised him and walked directly toward the main door.

Shu Wanjuan called the Blood Tooth Monster to stop: "Don't go inside, you stand further away; I'll take people to scout the path first."

The so-called scouting the path was using characters to transform into people and letting them walk in front; this was Shu Wanjuan's habitual method. But the Blood Tooth Monster didn't agree; she had received Dan Chengjun's order, and she came here specifically to monitor Shu Wanjuan.

"Second Great King, let me walk in front; if there are any good things, let me open my eyes first."

Shu Wanjuan grabbed the Blood Tooth Monster's wrist: "We don't know what kind of person is inside; with your current cultivation, how can you be so reckless?"

The Blood Tooth Monster lifted her wrist: "Ouch, you're touching my hand; are you trying to take advantage of me?

If you're really greedy, let's find another good time. Old Dan doesn't know when he'll come; if he finds out, not only will you brothers turn against each other, but my marriage with him will be over."

Shu Wanjuan let go of her hand: "Just pretend I said nothing; please do as you wish."

The Blood Tooth Monster really walked in front. Shu Wanjuan didn't know where she got her confidence.

Passing through the main door and entering the courtyard, the Blood Tooth Monster looked up at the pavilion, and a thin, gaunt scholar was standing on the third floor, looking down.

The Blood Tooth Monster smiled, revealing two fangs: "Little brother, how should I address you?"

Shu Wanjuan shouted loudly: "Come back quickly, this is the Wise Scholar!"

He saw very accurately; this was indeed the Wise Scholar Murong Gui, the Murong Gui whose body and soul were integrated.

Before the words fell, Murong Gui flicked the brush in his hand and splashed ink all over the Blood Tooth Monster's face.

The Blood Tooth Monster asked with disgust: "What are you doing? Are you intentionally trying to disgust me?"

Shu Wanjuan, who had been very anxious, suddenly wasn't anxious anymore.

Because being anxious was useless now.

On the Blood Tooth Monster's face, a drop of ink slid from the left eyebrow to the right eyebrow, writing a horizontal stroke.

A drop of ink between the eyebrows slid downward, writing a left-falling stroke.

A "mouth" character opened on her left cheek.

A small person drilled out from her right cheek, holding a long spear; this was a "pawn".

Clatter!

All the excess flesh on the Blood Tooth Monster's head fell off, and only a "shattered" character remained on her neck.

Thump!

The Blood Tooth Monster fell to the ground.

Shu Wanjuan nodded slightly: "This talent is truly unique."

Murong Gui took a deep breath, glared at Shu Wanjuan, and shouted: "Mm."

"You're not humble either!" Shu Wanjuan smiled. "Child, I plan to take you to do a great deed; are you willing to follow me?"

Murong Gui shook his head: "Not going."

A cold wind blew. Murong Gui stood on the pavilion, his figure swaying.

Shu Wanjuan sighed: "Child, I know your condition isn't too good, and I don't want to make things difficult for you. If you follow me, there is a great cause ahead; if you remain obsessed, don't blame your Grandmaster for being heartless."

Murong Gui showed no fear: "Let's fight, you first!"

"I admire your arrogance!" Shu Wanjuan opened his robe sleeves, and characters surged out like a tide, circling up and down around Shu Wanjuan's body. Under Shu Wanjuan's control, they transformed into a pitch-black giant dragon.

If this giant dragon charged into the courtyard, it could flatten the courtyard to the ground.

If Murong Gui scattered the giant dragon in advance, the giant dragon would transform into ten thousand bookworms and gnaw the courtyard clean.

"Child, I really won't hold back!" Shu Wanjuan admired Murong Gui and reminded him again.

Murong Gui straightened his back, stood with his hands behind his back on the pavilion: "I'm not afraid of you!"

Shu Wanjuan's eyes revealed cold light: "Receive my move!"

He really didn't hold back; he had never underestimated the Wise Scholar.

The pitch-black giant dragon roared and charged to the courtyard door in the blink of an eye, then transformed into a pool of ink with a 'poof'.

Shu Wanjuan was shocked. What kind of method was this?

Was there a mechanism in the courtyard, or—

Shu Wanjuan lowered his head and discovered a crack on his body.

Rip!

The wound split from his left shoulder to his right hip bone. Shu Wanjuan's body broke into two halves; the lower half stood, and the upper half fell to the ground.

Murong Gui held the brush and wrote the character "Blade" in mid-air; the handwriting lingered in mid-air.

Poof!

Black ink sprayed from Shu Wanjuan's corpse.

He had replaced his body with characters to block this strike.

This was Shu Wanjuan's Heavenly Harmony technique, which really wasn't easy to resolve.

Murong Gui smiled, put his hands behind his back, and shouted: "You come again."

Shu Wanjuan appeared in a mass of ink marks, stared at the "Blade" character written by Murong Gui, and asked: "Did you use this character to make the move just now?"

Murong Gui said slowly: "One character is enough."

The tone carried disdain and contempt, but Shu Wanjuan didn't mind; he was more concerned about another matter: "Did you write the character after making the move?"

Murong Gui nodded: "This is talent."

Shu Wanjuan didn't quite understand. No matter how good the talent was, one had to write the character first and then make the move; this was the basic logic of literary cultivation.

Why did he always feel Murong Gui's condition wasn't quite right?

Shu Wanjuan took a book from his bosom, unfolded the book scroll, and felt the characters on the book: "Child, look again and see if you can take this move!"

Rip!

Before he had time to display the technique, Shu Wanjuan turned into a pool of ink again.

Shu Wanjuan quickly stood up from the ink. He really felt a blade slash at him just now. Looking up again, the Wise Scholar was writing characters, and it was still the "Blade" character.

Was it really using the technique first and then writing the character?

Was his talent strong to this extent?

Two "Blade" characters hung in mid-air. The Wise Scholar asked: "Grandmaster, are we still fighting?"

The more characters, the stronger the combat power; Shu Wanjuan naturally understood this principle.

His left hand took an inkstone from his sleeve, and his right hand pulled out a handkerchief. The handkerchief hit the inkstone, and the ink in the inkstone flew into the courtyard, dyeing the two "Blade" characters written by the Wise Scholar pitch black.

Shu Wanjuan resolved Murong Gui's technique first, then threw the ink-stained handkerchief out.

The handkerchief floated in mid-air, growing rapidly as it fell. It was initially three feet square, then grew to a length and width of one zhang. By the time it broke the pavilion roof, it could cover the entire courtyard.

If Murong Gui didn't resolve this handkerchief, the handkerchief would capture him alive.

If he used a technique to resolve the handkerchief, he wouldn't be able to block Shu Wanjuan's follow-up move.

Rip~

Murong Gui took the Judge's Pen and tore the handkerchief.

The ink splashing from the handkerchief instantly surrounded Murong Gui.

On the first floor of the pavilion, two scrolls flew out of the window, circling around the Wise Scholar and doing their best to block the ink.

Shu Wanjuan had prepared his follow-up move. Over twenty volumes of hidden books in his sleeves had their binding threads removed, transforming into loose pages, preparing to surround Murong Gui and capture him alive.

Logically, this move had no possibility of failure. Murong Gui was already finding it extremely difficult just to block the handkerchief and had no chance to fight back.

But as Shu Wanjuan lifted his sleeve, he took another blade to his back.

With this blade, black turned to red. Although Shu Wanjuan used the Heavenly Harmony technique to block it, he wasn't fast enough, and this strike really wounded him.

Shu Wanjuan looked up at Murong Gui. He had just blocked the ink, lifted his brush, and wrote another "Blade" character in mid-air.

Shu Wanjuan was incomparably shocked; for a moment, he worried that he might not be able to beat Murong Gui.

Just as he was pondering a retreat, he saw the Blood Tooth Monster pick up the scattered flesh from the ground, stick it back on her face, stand up, and say to Shu Wanjuan: "I say, Second Great King, someone is slashing you with a blade from behind; what's the use of always staring at the scholar in front of you?"

Behind?

Shu Wanjuan looked back and saw Li Qi holding a sickle, standing silently.

The Tang Dao had already slashed three times; now he could only use the sickle.

Shu Wanjuan looked at Li Qi and said: "Was it you sneaking an attack from behind just now?"

"No!" Li Li Banfeng put the sickle behind him. "Don't listen to that woman's nonsense; you guys continue fighting, don't mind me." ===== CHAPTER 812 =====