"Yes, what's wrong?" An Yiming's eyes were full of awe-inspiring murderous intent.

"I really want to know, what is your sedan chair usually used for, isn't it suitable to be a weapon?" Long Yuanwu's words revealed a hint of sarcasm, he didn't ask casually, but because he knew a little about An Yiming's martial spirit.

As far as he knew, An Yiming's martial soul had extremely lethal power against women. In front of a woman, her sedan chair can challenge two levels.

However, in front of men, his sedan chair is only equivalent to a pair of transportation tools.

Therefore, An Yiming's sedan chair is almost only used for special purposes, that is, to deal with women.

"What is my martial soul used for, what does it matter to you?" An Yiming's expression was still so vague, like the sky before the rain.

"If you tell me the truth, maybe I can spare your life. Long Yuanwu's words were just casual remarks, and whether or not to spare the other party's life depended on the specific situation.

"Do you need to spare my life, your current cultivation is only above the sixth rank of a martial artist, I am the same as you, but my cultivation speed is faster than yours. An Yiming pointed at Long Yuanwu with a proud expression.

"In that case, let's change the way of the competition, and I can be regarded as giving you a chance. Long Yuanwu smiled indifferently.

"In what way?" An Yiming didn't think that Long Yuanwu would be soft on him.

"Let's compare our cultivation speed!" Long Yuanwu said.

"Hmph. An Yiming snorted coldly, he was an anxious man, and he didn't want to spend time with the other party, not to mention, the other party abolished several of his cousins one after another.

"Since that's the case, then we have to meet each other with swords!" Long Yuanwu looked calm, and the folding fan in his hand opened with a "snap", waving it freely.

Seeing Long Yuanwu's posture, An Yiming didn't mention how angry he was, and decided to rush up and kill Long Yuanwu.

"Suffer death!" As soon as Long Yuanwu's voice fell, he clenched his fists and rushed towards Long Yuanwu with a shout.

Halfway through, he turned his gaze to the roof of a house in the west of the city.

On the roof, there are two delicate and delicate girls.

He knew that his martial soul was extremely lethal to women, but for men, it became a very ordinary means of transportation, so he changed his concept at the last moment.

"Long Yuanwu, I'll spare your life for the time being, and after I catch Long Ling'er and help my cousin fulfill his wish, I'll take your dog's life!" A hint of hatred appeared on An Yiming's face, and he seemed to have a trace of regret, regretting that he couldn't kill Long Yuanwu in advance.

However, as soon as he turned his head to look at the two girls facing the west of the city, an afterimage appeared in front of him, which was in the shape of an arm.

Due to its ethereal nature, this afterimage is difficult to capture with the naked eye.

If it weren't for the sound of a sharp sound breaking through the void at the same time, he wouldn't have dared to imagine that there would be such an afterimage, which suddenly approached him, overwhelming him.

Fortunately, his facial features are very good, and his hearing is also excellent, and he heard this sharp sound that broke through the air.

He subconsciously wanted to retreat and avoid the opponent's edge, but he underestimated the opponent's strength and overestimated his adaptability, and he failed to avoid Long Yuanwu's slap.

"Smack".

With the crisp sound of the slap, the remnants of this arm slapped on An Yiming's face impartially.

An Yiming rolled down from the roof, not to mention how embarrassed he was at the moment, but he suspected that Long Yuanwu had invited a master to help secretly, so he glanced around.

"Long Yuanwu, if you have the ability, don't ask others for help. An Yiming firmly believed in his judgment, it was impossible for Long Yuanwu to use such a powerful move, there must be a master hiding in the shadows to help.

"Okay, I'll be one-on-one with you!" Long Yuanwu shook the folding fan in his hand, his chin was slightly raised, and he wanted to explain, but he was misunderstood again and again, so he didn't bother to explain again.

When he said this, he also wanted the other Qingshan Sect disciples to dispel the idea of sneak attack.

Because, his answer just now also seems to hint at the fact that there is indeed someone behind it.

"I just said that I will deal with you after I capture Long Ling'er back. An Yiming covered his cheeks, suppressed the anger in his heart, and planned to carry it out as planned.

As soon as the words fell, his figure suddenly flashed, and he rushed directly to the west of the city, but he did not cross the boundary line between the two families, but only released his martial soul on the side of the street.

The big red sedan chair rushed directly to Long Ling'er on the roof.

"Long Ling'er, you are not from the Long family, in order not to disturb others, it is best to do what I ask. An Yiming stood on the street, looked up at Long Ling'er on the roof, and threatened.

"What do you want me to do?" Long Ling'er said lightly.

"Obediently sit in a sedan chair and marry my cousin, perhaps, our An family will be happy and can spare your life. An Haiming's words revealed a strong oppressive force.

"Then it depends on whether you have the ability to do this!" Long Ling'er said lightly, she has the cultivation of the eight grades of a martial artist, and she has cultivated several spiritual veins, and her cultivation speed is even faster than that of the other party.

An Yiming's big saffron sedan chair martial soul is indeed quite powerful, but it is on par with her strength.

"Lin Qianqian, An Yiming's big red sedan chair martial soul is our woman's nemesis, if I fight alone with his martial spirit, I may not be sure, so how about you join forces with me to deal with him?" Long Ling'er said.

"I'm neutral!" Lin Qianqian said suddenly. This is the best opportunity to get rid of her rival, she has always regarded Long Ling'er as her biggest rival, but helplessly, her cultivation is one level lower than the other party, so even if she has the idea of getting rid of Long Ling'er, her rival, she can only suppress it in her heart and wait for the right opportunity to come, and now is the best opportunity.

Hearing Lin Qianqian say this, Long Ling'er suddenly sobered up, and could only meet the challenge from An Yiming single-handedly.

He hadn't fought with An Yiming's big saffron sedan chair martial spirit, but he had heard of the power of this kind of martial spirit.

A woman who is locked by the martial soul of the big red sedan chair will become infinitely slow in her cultivation speed, and she can almost only be at the mercy of others.

Therefore, even though she was very confident in her cultivation and strength, she was also a little nervous in the face of unknown things.

"Lin Qianqian, you can think about it, this may be the first calamity in my life, and it is also the first time I ask you for help, help or not, you think carefully!" Long Ling'er's expression was extremely serious and serious.

"I really can't help you, because my godfather has a relationship with the An family. Lin Qianqian clasped her arms in her arms, and her chin raised slightly in a proud arc.

"Okay, you remember today's words, I hope you don't regret it!" Long Ling'er's eyes widened slightly, and she looked complaining.