The sky was dim, and signal flares rose and fell continuously in the air. The chaotic sounds of fighting outside continued, highlighting the tense atmosphere behind the courtyard.

Li Yanfeng ignored the two young men who had suddenly appeared, his tall figure heading towards Yan Yunzhi in the corner.

He had already spoken two words out of kindness to the unexpected guests, though their reaction had made him somewhat angry. Further noise was unnecessary.

Having practiced martial arts for years, Li Yanfeng had surpassed his teachers and rarely met an opponent. He had previously single-handedly taken down a large group of martial artists in the long street, and then briefly exchanged blows with the gun-wielding expert. Now warmed up and with his blood flowing like mercury, he was at his peak. He was confident he could easily defeat even a large group of people rushing at him.

However, more important matters were at hand and couldn't be delayed.

He moved forward with his staff, and Yan Yunzhi's body suddenly tensed in the darkness. The ignorant young man walked over and still spoke out, "Aren't you with them?"

Li Yanfeng suddenly swung his staff horizontally.

He moved forward, the staff in his hand suddenly swinging horizontally, silently but swiftly like lightning, the tip aimed at the opponent's right temple. This strike was like "Phoenix Nodding" in gunplay, the staff only needing to touch to shatter a person's head like a clay pot. Most people wouldn't even have a chance to react before dying.

But sometimes, unexpected situations occurred.

The young man paused, and his hands, which he had raised at some point, had already caught the staff aimed at his temple.

"You..." His tone was somewhat indignant.

A chill seemed to rise in the night. The next moment, the staff between them suddenly bent completely, forming a semicircle.

The hairs on the back of Li Yanfeng's neck stood on end.

With a "Bang!" the long staff snapped back into a straight line in the air. Li Yanfeng's steps suddenly sank, his figure danced like a phantom, and then his fists roared out towards the opponent like giant pythons. The power of the White Ape Tongbei Fist was fierce and grand. On the other side, the young man who had released the staff stomped on the ground, his body rushing straight towards the center. Li Yanfeng swung two punches in the air, and on the third punch, his fist slammed heavily into the young man's defending arm.

Puff!

The surrounding mud splashed open, and the young man's counterattack punched towards Li Yanfeng's chest.

What followed was a round of extremely fierce attacks...

...

The autumn wind swept the sky, and in the night sky, rain clouds piled up and surged like inverted mountains.

Chaos was spreading in the streets near Golden Tower. But signal arrows were flying up from near and far. At this moment, the forces belonging to the "King of the Wheel" lineage were being mobilized, the responding momentum like a tide rushing in from all directions.

On the eastern section of the street, Tan Zheng's steps pushed away the dissipating smoke on the road, and the large knife in his hand rose, then fell like lightning. In front of him, You Hongzhu swung his knife in counterattack, and the two long knives exploded with sparks in the air.

The fully committed blade light was heavy and stern. At this moment, the steadily stepping "Sky Blade" Tan Zheng was holding the knife with both hands, while You Hongzhu on the other side was stained with blood and had also switched from a one-handed quick knife to a two-handed grip. His eyes were fierce, and the blade he swung with all his strength was swift and heavy. The collision between the long knives in the street was like a hurricane tearing through, forming a terrifying area that outsiders could hardly enter.

If Tan Zheng's knife was grand and steady, already possessing the air of a master like a mountain, then the knife in the hands of this young swordsman, whom not many people recognized yet, was full of wildness and destruction at this moment, charging towards this mountain like a newborn calf.

He had already been injured under the siege of the crowd earlier, and had not gained much advantage in the initial exchanges with Tan Zheng. But at this point, You Hongzhu, covered in blood, seemed to grow more courageous as he fought, changing his fighting style again and again. Now he was engaged in a head-on fight with Tan Zheng.

The long knives held in both hands collided like a rainstorm in the air. For a time, neither retreated. With slight shifts, their steps moved to the side of the street. During this period, several tables and chairs by the road were swept into this violent blade light and flew away as if exploding. A member of the "Undying Guard" attacked from the side, wielding a long spear, seemingly wanting to support Tan Zheng. But just as he entered the battle, the spearhead in his hand was cut off by the blade light, and then the blade light exploded on his thigh and side, and blood flew.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah—"

The enemy swept into the blade light also broke the balance of the contest. You Hongzhu's mouth roared like a trapped beast, still trying to rush forward. However, Tan Zheng's eyes in front of him were as calm as water, and heavy blade energy continued to fall from the front, splitting his attack open. After several more blows, You Hongzhu staggered back.

Tan Zheng's steps followed like a shadow, cutting down one blade after another.

On the chaotic street, Tan Zheng slashed five times in the blink of an eye. You Hongzhu retreated in disarray, and by the fifth slash, he had been cut wide open. Just as he couldn't defend in time, Liang Si-yi's sword forcibly blocked from the side. Her arm was almost numb from blocking Tan Zheng's slash. Chen Juefang killed from the side like a ghost, slashing at her. Blood spurted.

Liang Si-yi almost attacked Chen Juefang with a life-for-life stance after suffering heavy injuries.

"This is my business! Go—"

Liang Si-yi shouted loudly. This woman had crawled out of battlefields and piles of corpses, covered in blood, and was still attacking with all her strength. You Hongzhu was still retreating, forcibly swallowing a mouthful of blood, grabbed an "Undying Guard" member rushing nearby, and rushed towards Tan Zheng with all his strength.

The distance between the two sides narrowed in the blink of an eye. Tan Zheng grabbed the back of the "Undying Guard" with one hand, snatched the person with his left hand, and slashed towards this side with the knife in his right hand. The "Undying Guard" flailed and resisted. You Hongzhu spurted blood towards Tan Zheng, and the blade light of both sides clashed together again in the blood light.

The onlookers far and near looked at the man and woman in front of Tan Zheng's knife, almost slaughtering into two bloody people, still fighting with all their strength, and couldn't help but feel a burst of emotion in their hearts.

...

The west side of Long Street.

Fierce fighting sounds were coming from the second floor of some shops by the road. Some tables and chairs crashed through the doors and windows of the wooden building, smashing into pedestrians on the road and making the situation even more out of control. There were also shadows of long spears rushing out of the roof, scattering tiles all over the sky.

Yue Yinping and Yue Yun stopped Jin Yongsheng, Shan Lifu, Meng Zhutao and others from chasing Yan Yunzhi. Under Yue Fei's training, the siblings who had been together for many years cooperated tacitly. The younger brother, Yue Yun, was born with divine power. Even though he didn't use the weapons he was good at on the battlefield, the Fanziquan inherited from the Zhou family faintly had the power of Chen Fan assassinating Bao Daoyi on the streets of Hangzhou. It was in line with the old saying "Fists fear youth and strength." The older sister, Yinping, was originally best at Zhou Tong's Five Steps Thirteen Spears. Her figure was tall and her spear skills and leg skills were both amazing and fierce. When her younger brother was throwing things around in the room with his strange power, even stubbornly crashing through the wall panels and rushing into the next room, she jumped onto the roof beams and even rushed out of the roof to overlook the overall situation from a high place. The two echoed each other, and for a time they were wreaking havoc everywhere in the battle. Except for a few masters, the minions far and near couldn't even keep up.

If they could retreat safely, this rampage alone would be enough to make them famous in the world.

But to tell the truth, the situation was not optimistic. Jin Yongsheng and Shan Lifu were not mediocre people. Usually, even if the siblings fought them one-on-one, the outcome would be quite difficult to say. And among the three, especially Meng Zhutao, who seemed to be injured in the shoulder, his martial arts power was faintly above the two shopkeepers of Baofeng. If he had not calmed down after killing his elders and capturing his fellow disciples, and was somewhat passively slacking off because he didn't understand Jin Yongsheng and others' intentions, perhaps one of the siblings would have been injured.

Just now, Jin Yongsheng and Shan Lifu mainly had the intention of capturing Yan Yunzhi. At this time, Yinping waved her spear like rain. After a series of disturbances, she and her brother barely stopped the three, and in fact they had reached the limit of their abilities.

At this time, in the fight, Yinping was also sending signals to Yue Yun next to her - they must escape as soon as possible.

Yue Yun was also anxiously sending signals in the fight: Someone is chasing after them.

Yinping just shook her head.

This battle had already bought a certain amount of time for the other party's escape. At this moment, shouts were like a tide in the night from far and near. The large team of "Wu Ba" Gao Huiyun under the command of "King of the Wheel" might surge in less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea. They had done what they could, and if they didn't leave at this time, were they going to put themselves in too?

...

In the dark courtyard not far from the street, Yan Yunzhi saw the atmosphere change from calm and suppressed to erupting in just a short moment.

The two figures in the dimness were still talking just a moment ago, but in the next moment of holding the staff for strength, the reaction of a real master was detonated.

Before this, Yan Yunzhi had also considered how to fight Li Yanfeng, but at that moment, facing the young man from the southwest, the "Monkey King" of Tongshan swayed, and then the open and close White Ape Tongbei Fist pressed over like a landslide. This might be the violent reaction of a real martial arts master after perceiving danger. Yan Yunzhi even felt a flash in front of her eyes, and then Li Yanfeng's figure stretched out, his fist wind fierce and whistling.

Faint light fell from the sky. At this moment, what surprised Yan Yunzhi the most was that the young man named Long Aotian charged up against Li Yanfeng's White Ape Tongbei Fist. If Li Yanfeng's fist, when unfolded, was like a towering and attacking wave, surrounding from all directions, the young man's figure was like a stubborn stone in this moment of stress, rushing straight into the center of the wave.

The fists of the two figures intertwined. In the dim light, Yan Yunzhi couldn't even see the progress and evasion of the two in a small area in the blink of an eye, but the sound of "bang bang bang bang——" rang out, which was the sound of fists hitting flesh. It was as if two violent beasts were going to suppress each other head-on at the first meeting, and neither was willing to retreat.

The next moment, a figure appeared abruptly and silently between the two.

It was the little monk who followed "Long Aotian". At the moment when the fist winds of both sides fiercely hit each other, he pounced on Li Yanfeng. In the darkness, Li Yanfeng let out a "Ah——" sound, and surging inner breath swelled in the back of this courtyard. His body moved, and the sound of wind and thunder was even louder between the movements of his fists, and in the dim light of the fireworks, it was like seven or eight arms were unfolded, while the little monk followed him like a maggot on a bone.

Even Yan Yunzhi, who had studied the art of assassination, couldn't see what kind of moves the little monk was using in his hands at this time. But judging from Li Yanfeng's sudden reaction at this moment, he must have felt a tricky threat, trying to get rid of this pesky little monk who wanted to stick to him while dealing with the "Long Aotian" in front of him.

In the moment when another light bloomed, Yan Yunzhi saw Li Yanfeng's figure spin two circles backwards. He grabbed the little monk's hand, and in front of him, the young man named Long Aotian took a step and jumped up, and a right fist had already been raised in the air.

With a "Bang——" sound, a solid punch hit Li Yanfeng's face. Li Yanfeng's figure shrank, and he seemed to throw the little monk away, and at the same time, his figure seemed to shrink in a circle, and a skyward foot swept out diagonally, kicking the chest of the rushing young man in the next moment of being punched in the face.

The three figures all flew out like cannonballs.

Li Yanfeng's body rolled a few times on the ground, and only stopped directly by the corner of the wall. The little monk, who was as ghostly and sticky as a ghost, was thrown by Li Yanfeng to the corner of the wall further away, and smashed a few pottery pots. The next moment, he also stood up. On the other side, the young man who was kicked in the chest after rushing out and punching, stepped a few times in the mud on the ground. His hands stretched out in the air, his feet slid backwards, but he had already taken his shape. A long breath exhaled from his mouth, and it seemed that infinite power was surging in this body.

Yan Yunzhi had seen similar situations in Tongshan, and she didn't know what kind of internal energy this young man was practicing. Such actions would appear when he was fully stretched out. But as a martial artist, she had to admit that even she could feel her blood boiling with such a phenomenon.

The previous fight between these three people only happened in a short time. Li Yanfeng's extremely fierce confrontation with Long Aotian, the little monk's dangerous approach like a maggot on a bone, and then Li Yanfeng shook off the little monk, being punched in the face and kicking back, the whole process was fierce and unusually neat.

In fact, even Li Yanfeng, who was slightly embarrassed by being punched in the face, showed an extremely powerful fist and response. He started with White Ape Tongbei to fight Long Aotian, and when the little monk rushed over, the entire routine of the fist had already changed to the direction of monkey fist, dodging the opponent's two pounces between jumps, and then pulled the other party's hand and threw people out. Although Long Aotian punched him in the face, he could also spin and kick at the same time as throwing the little monk. It was an extremely beautiful confrontation to fight two at once.

--If he was facing a martial artist of similar age to him, it would seem that there was no problem at all.

But at this moment, he was facing a young man who was only fifteen or sixteen years old and another young man who seemed even younger. The skills these two people showed were like monsters.

When Yan Yunzhi was in Tongshan, she was knocked down by Long Aotian in just a moment of meeting. Although she knew that his martial arts were much stronger than her, she never thought that he would start a head-on confrontation with Li Yanfeng at the moment when facing a master of martial arts like him.

And the little monk who was thrown away might be the legendary "Four-Foot Yin Demon". Although he looked younger, he could stir up Li Yanfeng to prefer to get a punch on the face rather than throw him away in a short period of time, which was enough to prove that once he was approached, his attack methods might be fatal.

The night was hazy, and the hustle and bustle of the Golden Street spread not far away. Yan Yunzhi's teeth clenched and her heart pounded.

On the wall opposite, Li Yanfeng's tall figure had stood up straight. He was punched in the face, and at this time his long hair was scattered, and there was a lot of mud on his body because he was rolling on the ground. He stretched out his arm, grabbed his clothes, and tore them off directly, revealing his upper body with a contour like a knife and axe in the dimness, and the murderous aura was overflowing in the silence.

In the corner of the wall further away, the little monk who smashed several bottles and cans seemed to be integrated into the darkness. Only at this moment, he let out a sound of "Amitabha": "The benefactor's shot is too vicious, he is indeed a bad person." This remark was old-fashioned, but the voice was quite childish, which made people feel an unspeakable strangeness in their hearts.

The young man named Long Aotian was the only one who did not fall down. His figure stretched out and then slowly fell, and it seemed that there was an extremely long breath in his mouth.

"Today's Jiangning, it seems that heroes gather." Li Yanfeng spoke in the darkness, "All kinds of strange people have come."

"I asked you, can you answer now?" The young man also opened his mouth.

"What did you ask?"

Yan Yunzhi saw the young man named Long Aotian point to his side: "You, aren't you with them? Did you have a falling out?"

Li Yanfeng frowned and took a step forward: "With them? Do you know who she is?" He walked to the long stick that fell on the ground, swept his leg, and the stick bounced on the wall next to it with a snap, and then bounced back, and Li Yanfeng grabbed it smoothly and neatly.

The young man named Long Aotian put his hand down.

In the darkness further away, the little monk walked towards this side, and Li Yanfeng glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. His stick was hanging low, but at this moment, even Yan Yunzhi knew that what everyone was going to face would be the "Monkey King" of this generation who was truly going to attack with all his strength, without any reservation.

It was quiet for a moment in the darkness, Long Aotian did not speak, he put down the hand pointing to Yan Yunzhi. Then he said, "Li Jianfeng, your whole family is doing evil in Tongshan, do you know you are wrong?" He didn't ask about the relationship between Li Yanfeng and Yan Yunzhi anymore. He didn't know why, but his tone seemed to be slightly lower when he said this.

"Tong, Shan, Doing, Evil..." Li Yanfeng smiled slightly, "So, you are the Five-Foot Yin Demon..."

"I am not."

The young man walked forward, and Li Yanfeng sank his posture.

"I am your long-lost father... grandfather!"

The next moment, Yan Yunzhi saw the stick in Li Yanfeng's hand rise like a dragon's roar, and on both sides of his figure, Long Aotian and the little monk suddenly advanced, surrounding them from both sides, and launched a surprise attack on Li Yanfeng from different directions almost at the same time.

Li Yanfeng "Wow ah——" a voice, the figure dancing wildly in the darkness is like an ape, like a monkey, and like a madman. He fell forward with a stick like thunder, Long Aotian scurried over, the large pile of debris under the ground exploded together with the mud, and then the stick rolled up the sky with mud and debris splashing in all directions. Li Yanfeng advanced into the flying mud, and behind him in the darkness was the silent passing of the blade.

Accompanied by the crazy dance of the stick, three figures shuttled and intertwined, and then, Yan Yunzhi found that Li Yanfeng's stick-wielding figure was rushing towards her.

Yan Yunzhi was also a martial artist. Seeing this sudden burst of fighting, the sword in her hand sank, and she waved her hand to meet it. It was also in the next moment that she heard the curse of "Fuck" from the front, and her body suddenly reacted and retreated. The stick in Li Yanfeng's hand seemed to have lost its trace in the darkness, and when it suddenly appeared, it rang out with a bang on the wall where she was standing just now, and the stone chips flew.

Li Yanfeng's unreserved fighting as a martial arts master swept towards her overwhelmingly. Her figure was already retreating, but in the next moment, her right hand, which was making a defensive posture towards the front, still suddenly felt a pain, and then the stick was swung horizontally and hit her side ribs.

Her body was still flying in mid-air, Yan Yunzhi saw that the stick in Li Yanfeng's hand seemed to explode into pieces in the air, and a figure slammed into Li Yanfeng from the side, and then crashed into a dilapidated wall on the side of the yard with a rumbling sound.

Yan Yunzhi fell from the air and rolled on the ground. She knew that her ribs might have been broken, but Li Yanfeng's stick didn't seem to use all his strength. Her body rolled on the ground, and she struggled to get up again. And not far from where she was standing, an entire earth wall was collapsing with a rumble, together with the surrounding debris, garbage, and jars, were breaking apart. The young man grabbed a pottery jar with water and slammed it on Li Yanfeng's head with a bang. The sky was full of tiles and foul water, and Li Yanfeng also violently punched the other party down in the ruins. Behind his body, the little monk pounced up and waved his hand towards Li Yanfeng's throat.

Li Yanfeng's right arm, which was tied with a thin iron ruler, slammed, and there was a subtle and crisp sound of metal clashing in the air. The short figure entangled with him in the air, and then there were two more fierce stabs. Li Yanfeng threw out this troublesome ghost-like figure, and Long Aotian, who had climbed up from behind, had already pounced up again, and a fist waved. Li Yanfeng blocked several times, all with crisp sounds of metal clashing.

He had just thrown out the pesky little monk. At this time, facing the young man's attack, he staggered back in danger, and then fell into the muddy water. The young man pounced on him, kicked him away, and before he could climb up, the young man grabbed a large piece of brick from the ruins next to him and smashed it at his head and face. Li Yanfeng struggled to block it, but it was a mud brick. Although it was heavy, it burst in the air with a puff. Li Yanfeng couldn't climb up either. He lay on the ground and used the routine of the ground-lying boxing, kicking his feet fiercely to deter, and then rolled backwards. Long Aotian and the little monk rushed up from both sides, and the three figures collided fiercely again, scattering a nearby already collapsed rockery.

Yan Yunzhi stood there, and for a moment she almost couldn't feel the pain under her ribs.

This was the first time she had seen such a tragic and unseemly fighting method - earlier on that long street, Li Yanfeng single-handedly swept away a whole area, and the master's skills were fully displayed. In the many ring matches and competitions she had experienced in the past, everyone stopped at the point, and even if there was a distinction between high and low martial arts, they all maintained their demeanor.

But at this moment, everything presented in front of her was like the most tragic battlefield slaughter. Both sides broke out with killing intent and wanted to do everything possible to put the other party to death. Even Li Yanfeng had failed to maintain the slightest master's demeanor in such a fight. He was covered in mud, foul water, and his long hair was scattered. Speaking of the agile and leaping monkey fist, he didn't even have the chance to leap off the ground at this time. The two sides almost became mud monkeys in mutual pulling and beating.

This is... the fighting method of the southwest?

Yan Yunzhi remembered the origin of this young man, and remembered that legendary place, and her heart was hot for a while. Her right hand was beaten by Li Yanfeng's stick with blood flowing, and at this time she held the sword in her left hand and was about to rush up.

She didn't know who to help, but it didn't matter who she killed.

Long Aotian was entangled in a pile of rubble, his fist hitting towards Li Yanfeng, and the sword in his hand was stabbing at the other party's face, but it was blocked. Looking up, he saw the girl who had been in Tongshan stupidly carrying the sword to come over, and cursed: "Fuck! Why don't you leave quickly——" His body was kicked away by Li Yanfeng, and he felt a burst of stuffiness.

On the street not far away, someone was running towards this side. It was an old man in a long shirt with an abacus in his hand. His figure was swift, and he was quite excited when he saw the people here in the dim light during the run. He said from afar, "Miss Yan..." The inner strength was forced out and swelled.

When he got closer, he had already seen the mess here. A embarrassed figure stood in a large pile of rubble, covered in mud and even blood. If he didn't look at it a few more times, he would hardly recognize that this was the "Monkey King" who had previously subdued the entire long street. In fact, it was also because Li Yanfeng had taken off his clothes just now that he became more embarrassed in such a fight. Long Aotian was dressed tightly. Even if he suffered some injuries, he couldn't see them from the outside. He would never be as covered in mud and stinky water as Li Yanfeng.

What happened to Li Yanfeng? Who is this young man? Why did they fight like this?

"Mount Tai Plate" Jin Yongsheng was only halfway through his words when he became suspicious. On this side, seeing that the other party had reinforcements coming, Long Aotian and the little monk also stopped subconsciously. Everyone looked at each other, and the scene was quiet for a while.

"...Brother Li, you are...what's wrong?"

Because he didn't know what to say, after a while, Jin Yongsheng opened his mouth calmly and asked.

Li Yanfeng looked at him, and then raised his hand, smiling noncommittally.

"This girl is yours."

"...Hmm?"

Jin Yongsheng frowned.