Chapter 131

Hearing Li Miao's arrogant words, that person didn't move for a moment and even secretly took precautions.

While guarding against Li Miao's move, he scanned up and down, searching for Li Miao's identity in his memory.

It can only be said that it is truly rare to be able to mix into the peak level and be as reckless as Zuo Lishan.

Li Miao had stayed in Shuntian Prefecture for a long time and was already accustomed to hiding his martial arts. Unless it was a Heaven-Man Realm expert, anyone else looking at Li Miao would only think he was an ordinary person who had never practiced martial arts.

But if he were really an ordinary person, how could he be in this Shaolin Temple, meeting secretly with Xingchi every day? How could he show such explicit contempt for a peak expert?

There must be something to rely on.

With a movement in his heart, that person was about to flash forward and put the sword on Yin Minjun's neck first. With a hostage, he could then ask questions.

But he didn't expect that as soon as his feet moved, his eyes blurred.

Looking again, Yin Minjun and Li Miao had already disappeared.

"!!!"

That person's pupils shrank, and he retreated rapidly!

Before he could retreat three feet, a sharp pain suddenly came from his back.

Someone had used a grappling technique, five fingers deeply embedded in his flesh, firmly locking his spine in the palm.

Cold sweat broke out, his body stiffened, and he didn't dare to move at all.

Then he heard Li Miao's light voice coming from behind.

"Do you know?"

"The human body relies on the nerves spreading from the spine and finally gathering in the skull to act and perceive."

"The human vertebrae are divided into twenty-six pieces from the back of the head to the buttocks. What I am pinching now is your thirteenth vertebra."

"From now on, I ask, you answer."

"You have three breaths of time to think of the answer; if you don't answer or lie, I will crush your thirteenth vertebra, then the twelfth, the eleventh... until only your skull can move, and you completely become a cripple who can't even control his own urination and defecation."

"You can hold on; I also appreciate a tough guy."

"Perhaps when you hold on until the fifth or sixth bone is crushed, I will feel that you are a man and let you go."

"You can try holding on and see."

Yin Minjun had just been hugged by Li Miao, and with a blur before her eyes, she appeared behind that person.

Hearing Li Miao's ruthless words, she not only didn't feel unbearable, but felt her whole body go soft, almost falling into Li Miao's arms.

Ever since she achieved success in martial arts, she had always been the one protecting others.

When had she ever been hugged and protected?

Not to mention... she was originally going to do that kind of thing tonight.

Li Miao didn't let go, but continued to say lightly.

"The first question, your name."

"Three, two..."

"Zhu Yan! My name is Zhu Yan!"

That person spoke suddenly, not even caring about lowering his voice, and shouted with his original voice.

Li Miao raised his eyebrows.

Because this person's voice was extremely young, probably only under thirty years old.

A peak expert in his twenties; how many years had it been since such a person appeared in the Jianghu? Zuo Lishan only achieved the peak in his thirties and was already a rare genius.

However, Li Miao didn't hesitate at all and said coldly: "Fake."

Having said that, he suddenly exerted force on his hand.

Crack.

"Ah ah ah ah ah——!!!"

That person screamed suddenly, and his body below the chest instantly lost strength, his upper body tilted, and he was about to fall to the ground.

But he stopped in mid-air.

At this moment, he was like a rag doll, his upper body swaying, his two hands grabbing randomly in the air, while his lower body was like a rag, dragging left and right on the ground. Tears and snot were already streaming down his face, and he couldn't stop wailing in his mouth.

Li Miao didn't break his promise; after crushing his thirteenth vertebra, he pinched his twelfth vertebra and held him in mid-air.

"You still have three breaths of time, name."

"Three."

"Two."

"Yang Yueze! My name is Yang Yueze!"

That person spoke while enduring the pain.

Li Miao didn't soften his hand at all; with this, his Wu Gong could be considered ruined.

Below his chest, he had already lost sensation, and only his hands could move.

If he really followed what Li Miao said, crushing his vertebrae one by one, he would really become a cripple who could only move his skull. To him, this was more terrifying than death.

"Yang Yueze... it seems there is no such person in the Jianghu."

"However, this surname is familiar."

Li Miao thought for a moment and habitually wanted to twist his fingers.

It was just that his right hand was hugging Yin Minjun, and his left hand was pinching Yang Yueze's vertebra. For a moment, his right hand moved habitually.

Then he heard Yin Minjun gasp softly.

Li Miao was hugging Yin Minjun; in this posture, the position of his hand was a bit—not quite appropriate.

Li Miao smiled and let go of Yin Minjun.

Swish!

Yin Minjun flashed and went more than a zhang away.

No matter how determined she was, she was still someone who hadn't experienced human affairs. Lord Ye loved dragons, but now she didn't dare to approach Li Miao.

"Elder Yin, go rest first. I still have some questions for this person."

Li Miao turned his head and smiled at Yin Minjun.

"If there's anything, we'll talk tomorrow night."

Yin Minjun had a flushed face for a moment and didn't answer, lowering her head, using the Hengshan Sect's town-sect light-body technique "Ape Lord Somersault Cloud" with her feet, and with a "whoosh," she rushed into her room and slammed the door shut with a "bang."

Only then did Li Miao turn back to look at Yang Yueze.

"What is your relationship with the Ming Sect's former leader Yang Lixuan?"

There were few people with the surname Yang in the Great Ming; if we talk about famous figures in the Jianghu in recent years, it was the Ming Sect leader before Ji Tianrui, Yang Lixuan.

A peak expert in his twenties was shocking; he couldn't be someone without a foundation.

Sure enough, Yang Yueze spoke with hatred.

"He is my grandfather!"

"Oh, so that's it." Li Miao smiled.

"Then, the second question: what are you doing at Shaolin?"

After Li Miao's move just now, Yang Yueze already understood that this person was a smiling tiger. He was smiling on his face and speaking lightly, but his moves were extremely ruthless, and he would never hold back at all.

He carried a sea of blood and deep hatred, and now that he had lost his lower body, he had lost most of his hope. If he were turned into a cripple by Li Miao, then these twenty-plus years of hard cultivation would really be wasted in vain.

Without waiting for Li Miao to count, he spoke.

"I came to ask Xingchi a few questions."

"What questions?"

"Whether Ji Tianrui is still alive, what he took from Shaolin, and what level his Wu Gong has reached now."

"Then why did you come to find us?"

"Xingchi is a peak expert of many years, and Shaolin's foundation is deep; I wasn't sure, so I could only observe secretly and look for opportunities. Seeing you two entering and leaving his residence these past few days, you should be clear about his situation, so I thought I would ask clearly first before making plans."

"How did you avoid my perception?"

"A Western Region spyglass (the ancient name for a telescope). I never approached Shaolin and have been observing from the surrounding mountains."

"Do you have a grudge against Ji Tianrui?"

"Yes."

"I see." Li Miao smiled, threw the person away, and he fell like a dog eating dirt.

That person struggled to turn over on the ground, endured the severe pain, and looked at Li Miao.

"Why didn't you say so earlier? I also have some business with Ji Tianrui."

"Tell me your story; if it's useful, I might just avenge you."

(End of chapter)