The war is over

  The sudden blow seemed to have made Zhang Jin suddenly go from one extreme to another, from extreme arrogance to extreme lack of confidence. In fact, Zhang Jin was not as weak as he had imagined himself to be. The reason why he suffered this sneak attack at the hands of the long-legged beauty was simply because he was unfamiliar with martial arts techniques. In reality, if we don't talk about martial arts, whether it's physical strength, internal energy density or quality, Zhang Jin far surpassed this beautiful woman named He Yue.

  It's worth noting that the martial arts used by the long-legged beauty have been passed down for many years, and have been refined through generations of people. So Zhang Jin's small loss this time is not unjustified. It's like a bare-handed Tibetan giant losing to a rifle-wielding child in a duel - such an outcome is also normal.

  It's a long story, but in fact, the two of them stared at each other blankly for just that brief moment.

  The long-legged beauty spoke again, and the disdain and contempt in her expression turned into seriousness and disgust. "Which family's disciple are you? You actually came out to be a thief, don't you feel that you've disgraced your school's reputation?"

  Just a moment ago, Zhang Jin was still feeling embarrassed because he had just been outsmarted by a girl who looked much younger than him. Now, hearing the long-legged beauty still stubbornly insisting that he was a thief, he suddenly felt annoyed and humiliated, his tone becoming even harsher: "Don't think you're Sherlock Holmes, thinking that everything your little brain comes up with is true. You keep calling me a thief, using 'I thought' as evidence, how is this different from the police's behavior nowadays? Do you think you're Empress Dowager Cixi or something? Still speaking with such elegance?"

  Having said that, I don't want to bother with this unreasonable and self-righteous little girl anymore, so I turned around and left.

  They say "the tree wants to be still, but the wind won't stop", Zhang Jin is trying to calm things down here, but that long-legged beauty who has been treated like a princess since she was little got even more annoyed, "Don't dare to speak? I don't believe I'll figure out which family you're from?"

  Along with the tender shout, a pair of white jade-like hands fluttered out like butterflies. This little girl was obviously trying to force Zhang Jing to make a move, and then figure out his background from his moves.

  Although the long-legged beauty was not slow in speed, her footsteps were even more astonishingly wonderful. However, compared to Zhang Jin's top-notch light skill "Kuihua Step", it was far inferior. So before the long-legged beauty approached, Zhang Jin had already floated out several steps in a ghostly manner.

  After dodging the long-legged girl's attack with ease, Zhang Jin turned around with a furious expression, "Miss, don't think that just because you have some looks, you can be reckless and unreasonable! Not every man is a fool who will give in to you everywhere. My patience is limited, don't push your luck!"

  The long-legged beauty who missed a hit was also somewhat infuriated, and Zhang Jin's unpleasant scolding was adding fuel to the fire. So the long-legged beauty let out a cold hum, her approaching speed even faster, and the trajectory of her dancing hands fluttering like a butterfly became increasingly unpredictable.

  However, the gap between their lightness skills was too great. Even if the long-legged beauty rushed forward with all her might, Zhang Jin retreated backwards; even if the long-legged beauty used her full strength, Zhang Jin's movement was less than 50% of hers. The long-legged beauty still couldn't close the distance between her and Zhang Jin, but instead had a tendency to gradually move further away.

  Like a mischievous monkey, he teased the long-legged beauty for a few seconds. Zhang Jin quietly let out a mouthful of stifled air from his recent loss, and with some spare time to glance around, he found that the commotion between the two had already attracted many onlookers, who were starting to gather in their direction. Thus, Zhang Jin made up his mind to slip away.

  After staring at the long-legged beauty who was still chasing him, Zhang Jin couldn't help but say with a teasing tone: "Beauty, I advise you not to be so hot-tempered, it's not good for your injuries!"

  The long-legged beauty was stunned by Zhang Jin's words, and while she was chasing after him in a hurry, she could still speak calmly, but her heart was shocked. However, with her anger getting the better of her, she didn't seem to hear Zhang Jin's words, knowing that the hope of catching up was slim, yet she continued to chase after him stubbornly.

  Seeing the long-legged beauty with a furious bull-like posture and the "onlookers" who came from afar, Zhang Jin also lost interest in continuing to tease her. His feet suddenly accelerated, and in the blink of an eye, he darted into the surging crowd in the pedestrian passageway tens of meters away, like a drop of water merging into the ocean, impossible to find again. Although it wasn't as fast as when he had executed the massacre in the bank building a few days ago, it was enough to shake off the long-legged beauty who was hot on his heels, leaving her unable to even see his butt.

  "Shrewish woman, your hand is too yin, the lung meridian is damaged, the yinwei meridian is stagnant, and the yangwei meridian is withered... If you are treated properly and rest quietly, there is still a good chance, but if you still can't control your temper like this, tsk! ... " Until the figure completely disappeared from view, Zhang Jin's last sentence was only just fading away, showing how fast he left.

  …………

  In the parking lot outside the pass, a yellow sports car was parked next to it, and a classical beauty named Xianxian was looking around. When He Yue walked over from afar with a wooden expression, Xianxian took out the key from her small bag, unlocked the car door with the electronic key, and asked in a light tone: "He Yue, where did you go again? Why couldn't I find you when I turned my head just now?"

  "Oh!" The long-legged beauty didn't explain, she just weakly responded with a single word, quietly opened the car door, and sat in the passenger seat without saying another word.

  Xianxian shot a strange glance at He Rong, who was acting out of character, and then fell silent, getting into the driver's seat and starting the car. Although Xianxian didn't know what had happened in those few minutes to make her usually energetic and lively good sister seem so weak and listless, she knew that now wasn't the time for questioning or consolation, but rather just letting her calm down for a bit.

  A yellow sports car drove smoothly on the highway, with a long-legged beauty sitting in the passenger seat staring blankly into space.

  Now in He Yue's mind, there is only Zhang Jin's figure swiftly leaving like a flash of lightning and lightly like dust smoke, which shocked her while also giving her an unprecedented sense of defeat.

  She is Beigong Huoyue, the absolute genius of the Beigong family among the eight ancient martial arts families in China today. Among all her peers in China, only a handful can stand shoulder to shoulder with her. Beigong Huoyue herself often takes pride in this and looks down on others.

  But today, facing this peer who is only a few years older than himself, he was at a loss. Especially that ghostly lightness skill, not only was it fast to the point of despair, but also at such a high speed weaving through the crowd without letting anyone notice anything unusual, 'Calmness hiding thunder', this is indeed an extremely high level of returning to simplicity and truth, even among the older generation, there are absolutely no more than ten people who can reach this level!

  Relying on the efforts of a large family for over 20 years, relying on her broad vision accumulated since childhood, she believes in her own eyesight and is confident in her judgment.

  Two hours later, when the two entered the presidential suite of a five-star hotel in Shenzhen's Nanshan District that had been booked long ago, relying on her strong nerves and optimistic personality, Beipiao He Yue's confidence finally gradually recovered.

  After taking a hot bath, the classical beauty gently wiped her hair with a white towel while walking into the living room. When she saw Beigong Heyue, who was wearing the same pajamas and had wet hair, finally returning to normal, lying on the couch watching TV and laughing loudly, she secretly let out a sigh of relief.

  Yan Na walked to Bei Gong He Yue's side and sat down, continuing to wipe her hair while asking in a seemingly careless tone: "He Yue, when you came back I thought you seemed a bit off. Did something happen?"

  Everyone who is self-respecting cares about their reputation, regardless of whether they are male or female. Therefore, even if the classical beauty was her best friend, Beitang He Yue didn't want to let her know that she had been toyed with by that person's light skill without any temper. So Beitang He Yue told the story in a half-true and half-false manner, "Xian Xian sister, actually there's nothing much! It's just that when we came out of the customs hall towards the parking lot, I felt more and more unhappy, wanting to teach that little thief a good lesson. So while you weren't paying attention, I secretly snuck back."

  "Didn't I tell you? That gentleman definitely didn't intentionally steal your things." In this classical beauty's heart, the distinction between Zhang Jin and Beigong HeYue was clear, so she just slightly reproached on behalf of Zhang Jin and changed the subject to ask: "How is it, did you find it?"

  Bei Gong He Yue nodded, and the classical beauty asked curiously, "And then? What did you do to him? Why would you come back with that kind of expression?"

  Bei Gong He Yue lazily shook her head: "I didn't do anything to him, that guy is very slick. After being brushed by my Water Butterfly Soft Palm, he wanted to scare me away with his words, saying I had meridian damage and stagnation. A mouthful of nonsense. But at the time, I was really scared, so..."

  Although Beigong He Yue said it casually, the classical beauty was shocked and lost her color: "What? He was touched by your 'Water Butterfly Soft Palm'? How could you do this? Don't you know the lethality of your Beigong family's 'Cold Heaven Weak Water Qi'? An ordinary person would be severely ill even if they were only grazed, and you let him touch it! It's simply reckless." As she spoke, she glared at Beigong He Yue with a resentful gaze, then threw down the towel she had been using to wipe her hair and hastily walked out.

  These days, the classical beauty has been with Beigong Heyue all the time, and she thinks she understands Beigong Heyue's physical condition very well. So, for the statement 'Zhang Jin is just scaring Beigong Heyue', she also secretly agrees and doesn't mind.

  Beihai Heyue, who had concealed her true identity as Zhang Jing's master, was scolded at this time but didn't plan to confess or explain. Anyway, she had already gotten used to being lectured by her "Xian Xian Jie", so being scolded once more wasn't a big deal. So she just watched the classical beauty leave with an unpleasant expression, pouting slightly, and thought to herself, "That pervert can suppress the cold energy in his body at once. After leaving and calming down, I'll definitely be able to drive it out. At most, it will take some effort and suffering."

  In Liu Fengfeng's own room, Liu Fengfeng had just returned here and couldn't wait to pick up the phone and dial a number. "I'm Liu Fengfeng, I want the information of that Mr. who clashed with Beigong Heyue in the Haiguan Hall of Hucheng District this afternoon as soon as possible!"