Chapter 11: Death fight

Zhao Dehua rushed up, and in an instant, he was close to the masked woman, his hands formed claws and struck at the vital points!

Don't look at his previous gentle and easy-to-talk-to appearance and think he is weak and easy to bully.

An old Jianghu hand is an old Jianghu hand; if there is no matter, he doesn't look for trouble. But if he really can't avoid it and starts fighting, every move is a killing move.

His pair of claws grabbed, making a wind-breaking sound, wanting to lift the masked woman's skull and gouge out her eyeballs.

Facing this dangerous blow, the masked woman didn't dare to be careless, joined her fingers into a palm, and blocked Zhao Dehua's arms.

Bang!

The two arms collided, making a muffled sound, clearly both using their full strength.

Zhao Dehua's eyes narrowed, secretly thinking it was bad.

He saw the masked woman was not old, and thought her internal and external cultivation should not be as good as his, so he planned to fight hard and suppress her with strength from the beginning.

But after this exchange, he knew that the woman's cultivation was not inferior to his at all!

The masked woman blocked Zhao Dehua's arms, and her hands buckled toward Zhao Dehua's joints.

Zhao Dehua naturally couldn't let her subdue him, and the two passed a few moves of grappling, fingers and palms constantly attacking the other's vital points, and constantly being blocked. Both of them were out of breath, and they fought each other, retreated, and separated.

The two stood still, the masked woman's arms were scratched with several wounds, and blood dripped out.

Zhao Dehua's right arm joint was also pecked by the masked woman's joined fingers, and at this moment, it was swollen and painful.

It looked like the masked woman was more seriously injured, but in fact, it was Zhao Dehua who suffered.

The masked woman's injury was in the skin and flesh, which didn't affect her attacking. But Zhao Dehua's injury was in the tendons and bones, and his right arm would definitely not be as flexible as usual, and continuing to fight would be a loss.

But no matter what, blood had been seen, and real fire had been fought.

The masked woman's killing intent was firm, and Zhao Dehua's companions and daughter were lying behind him, so there was no reason to stop and flee at this moment.

The two looked at each other, took a breath, and planned to rush at each other and continue to fight to the death.

Just then.

Crack.

A light sound.

The two looked at it together, but it was Li Miao who didn't know when he was half-lying on the ground, supporting his face with his hand, staring at them without blinking.

The other hand was still holding the melon seed shells he had peeled.

Both the masked woman and Zhao Dehua couldn't help but feel strange.

It wasn't that Li Miao not being hit by the hypnotic smoke was anything special. The masked woman's hypnotic smoke was chosen according to the martial arts of the Huwei Dart-Escort Agency group, and didn't count the passing Li Miao.

The world is full of strange Wu Gong, experts emerge one after another, who knows if Li Miao has unique internal energy or high Wu Gong, let him be awake if he is awake.

As long as Li Miao didn't intervene in their dispute, he could watch if he wanted to.

But, what does it mean to watch while peeling melon seeds?

And peeling with sound, it's too disrespectful! Is this taking them as juggling performers to watch?

Was their life-and-death struggle just for you to pass the time?

Being watched by Li Miao while peeling melon seeds, the originally bitter and deep atmosphere suddenly became a bit funny, and the two's intention to fight to the death faded.

The masked woman wasn't sure what Li Miao was doing, and seeing that the situation was not feasible, she flashed out the door without a word, and disappeared in an instant.

Zhao Dehua knew the principle of not chasing a desperate enemy, so he didn't chase.

He turned back and walked to Li Miao, cupped his hands: "Thank you... you."

The pause after "thank you" was because he didn't know what to say.

To say "thank you for your help," Li Miao didn't do anything, and even treated him as a play to watch. Would he have to "thank you for your support"?

But the masked woman did indeed leave because of Li Miao's interruption, so it wouldn't be right not to thank him. Hesitating for a while, Zhao Dehua squeezed out a "thank you, you."

Li Miao waved his hand: "No need." He turned over and lay down again.

His temperament was lazy and casual, and now seeing there was no fun to watch, he was too lazy to talk more, and directly wanted to continue sleeping.

This made Zhao Dehua awkward, thinking what kind of path this person was, how could he not take me as a person at all?

But to say he wanted to pull people up, there was no need.

He couldn't figure out Li Miao's martial arts, the hypnotic smoke that poisoned the Huwei Dart-Escort Agency, people were very energetic after inhaling it, this point showed the gap. What if he pulled people up and caused a fight?

Zhao Dehua had no choice but to go back to find his companions, first detoxifying, then assigning defense against the masked woman, tossing until dawn.

By dawn, the three Li Miao got up to wash, and Zhao Dehua didn't come to greet them, so he packed his things and set off first.

Jianghu people have a tacit rule: two teams meet by chance, and it's best not to be on the road together without knowing the other's background. And when separating, the side with more people should go first, and the side with fewer people should go later.

This rule naturally has its rationality; everyone is a stranger, walking on the road together, and having to guard against you suddenly attacking with bad intentions wastes energy. And the number of people generally represents strength, so what if the side with fewer people goes first and the side with more people follows the traces?

Zhao Dehua understood this rule, felt that he should point the troop to leave first.

In fact, the three Li Miao didn't care; the battle between Zhao Dehua and the masked woman last night had long been seen through by Li Miao.

This Zhao Dehua's bone structure was average, but he won by being old, practicing for a long time, and his Wu Gong was okay, about the level of a second-rate expert in the Jianghu. He practiced claw skills, walked the path of being sinister and ruthless, which was the opposite of his peace-loving attitude.

This level of martial artist was no different from a petty thief in Li Miao's eyes.

Of course, Li Miao didn't have to set off early, so he waited for Zhao Dehua to leave, ate a meal, and then set off leisurely on horseback.

The three of them rushed on horseback all the way, and finally arrived at a county city before the city gate fell at sunset.

Li Miao walked slowly in front with his hands behind his back, Wang Hai followed behind leading the horse, whispering to Xiao Si, making Xiao Si cover her mouth and laugh lightly.

After walking for a while, they finally found an inn and prepared to rest there for a night.

The three entered the door and heard a table of people say "Eh."

Li Miao looked over there and chuckled.

Because the people sitting there were exactly Zhao Dehua's group, and the one who made the sound was Zhao Dehua's daughter, Zhao Ying, who was looking at them with a surprised face.

Clearly, the two groups of people were deliberately separated, but they happened to stay in the same inn.

Zhao Dehua saw the three Li Miao enter, and he was also muttering in his heart. These three are strange, how can there be such a coincidence that they meet together for two consecutive days? Don't they have other plans?

Once the thought arose, it was difficult to calm down.

Zhao Dehua was already attacked by the masked woman last night, and now he was nervous. Seeing Li Miao now, it was hard not to think too much.

Wang Hai saw it clearly, and he knew that pretending not to know now would only make people think more. Li Miao was a temperament who didn't care about anything, and Xiao Si was a little girl, so this greeting had to fall on him.

So he took the initiative to step forward and greet.

"Gentlemen, it's really fate, we meet again."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 12 =====