Ling Jing raised his brows, and suddenly felt like he had been tricked. Since Oxfam could tell at a glance that these three people were the Three Ambassadors of Fengyunyue of the Persian Ming Cult, he must have gotten the news early, but
It wasn't until this moment that he told himself that the meaning of this was worth considering...
"Brother Le, you should have known that Han Yu had invited experts from the Persian Ming Cult, right?" Ling Jing asked in a cold voice.
Oxfam suddenly gave a wry smile and said: "Brother Ling, please don't misunderstand me. I am just following the princess's instructions. Her Highness the princess said that you owe her a favor and I need your help tonight."
Ling Jing felt a little unhappy. It seemed that Princess Jingzhu was so soft that she repaid the favor directly.
"Okay, but only this time." Ling Jing glanced at Oxfam and then said calmly, because Princess Jingchu took good care of Lianyi and saved Lianyi several times, so he really should repay this kindness.
Yes, but repaying kindness actually requires skills.
The corner of Ling Jing's mouth curled up slightly, and he said through the voice: "Brother Le should have already had a plan, and what is the martial arts of Fengyun Yue Sanshi?"
His understanding of the Three Envoys of Fengyun Yue was limited to the memory of his previous life. He only knew that more than a hundred years ago, the Three Envoys of Fengyun Yue used their weird and unique martial arts to cause great losses to Zhang Wuji, Xie Xun and others on Binghuo Island.
, but in this world, his martial arts cultivation of these three envoys is very vague.
Lexi's face condensed and he said: "The martial arts of these three people are not simple. Brother Ling, have you noticed that woman? Among the three, this female martial arts is the best. If possible, I hope Brother Ling can help me hold him back."
At least two of them."
"It seems Brother Le is really going to be tough." Ling Jing looked at Oxfam and smiled slightly, then asked: "Just hold them back?"
Oxfam nodded and said, "Then I'll leave it to Brother Ling."
Ling Jing said nothing more and looked at the Fengyun Yue Sanshi on the bow over there. In the breeze, the skirt of the Persian beauty was swaying slightly, sometimes revealing her smooth calves.
"Only this once. Go back and tell the princess that from now on, I, Ling, and the princess will owe each other nothing."
Ling Jing jumped up and flew into the night like a soaring wild goose. He quickly landed on the bow of the boat beside the pier. At some point, his face was covered with a white scarf and he stood with his hands behind his back.
Seeing that Ling Jing had taken action, Oxfam breathed a sigh of relief, and then made a gesture to the men on the side, but did not take action immediately, thinking: "When Brother Ling and Fengyun Yue Sanshi take action, I will intercept them again."
Place this shipment."
He had confidence in Ling Jing's martial arts, and he just asked Ling Jing to help hold down the Three Envoys of Fengyun Yue. Thinking about this, it was not difficult for him.
Suddenly there was a commotion on the pier. The boatmen stared dumbfounded at the figure falling from the sky, and even stopped the movement of their hands.
The expressions of the two Persian men changed, and they moved twice, using strange footwork. In two steps, they blocked Ling Jing's retreat from one left and one from the right.
But the woman in the middle chuckled, and there seemed to be bells on her wrists and ankles ringing loudly, and she said: "This friend, I don't know what you do for coming to our cargo ship late at night?"
He speaks with a clear accent and an authentic Central Plains accent.
A strange look appeared in Ling Jing's eyes. He didn't expect that this Persian beauty could speak the Central Plains dialect so smoothly. He smiled and said: "I have heard for a long time that Persian beauties have a unique charm. Today, when I saw them, they certainly deserved their reputation. Sister, why don't we get off the boat?
How about a drink?”
The Persian beauty twisted her waist like a water snake and walked slowly towards Ling Jing. The expression on her face was both erotic and erotic. A part of her breasts was exposed on her chest, and she could faintly see the smooth and white skin.
**, the mouth is dry and the tongue is dry.
"I want to invite someone to drink, but I don't want to show my true face. Little brother, aren't you people from the Central Plains the most polite people? Why don't you let me see how you look like first?"
Before she finished speaking, the Persian beauty suddenly moved. She really moved like a cunning rabbit. A gust of fragrant wind blew over her face, and she immediately turned into a phantom and leaned close to Ling Jing's chest.
At the moment when the Persian beauty took action, the other two Persian men also grabbed Ling Jing's arms from the left and right sides. The moves were weird, like grabbing and holding. In an instant, their hands actually changed several directions in the air.
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Ling Jing remained calm and said with a smile: "This sister is really anxious. There is no need to rush into her arms at this moment, right?"
A wrong step caused a layer of spiral force to cover the surface of the body. As soon as the two Persian men grabbed Ling Jing's arm with their hands, their hands suddenly slipped and their grasp was empty.
But the Persian beauty's moves were much more cruel. She used her left hand to form a palm and slapped Ling Jing's chest close to her body. At the same time, she hooked her right hand and grabbed Ling Jing's face directly.
Ling Jing's figure spun around and almost slid past the Persian beauty's hands. He changed his footwork and turned into a white line, appearing behind the three of them in an instant.
"Wonderful, the martial arts of the three Persian Ming Cult ambassadors are truly worthy of their reputation! It's just that these three dishonest people stayed in Persia, but what did they do in our country?"
Ling Jing still had one hand behind his back, the skirt of his clothes in front of him was moving in the wind, and he looked at the Three Envoys of Fengyunyue with a calm expression.
There was a hint of fear on the faces of Fengyun Yue San. This masked man's agility was really eye-opening to them. But at this moment, they were enemies rather than friends, and they couldn't help but become more vigilant.
"Who are you?" The Persian man on the left spoke with a somewhat awkward accent, as if he had just learned the Central Plains dialect not long ago.
Ling Jing smiled slightly and said: "I am no one. I just want to invite this beautiful Persian sister to have a drink. If the other two are worried, they can come together."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly flicked his hands and shot two invisible energy towards the two Persian men respectively. At the same time, he pointed his toes and leaned towards the Persian woman.
"Phantom Sword Style!"
The two Persian men hurriedly avoided the energy shot by Ling Jing. Their movements were strange, but their speed was astonishingly fast.
Ling Jing's sword didn't come out of its sheath, but the thousands of sword energies it created forced the Persian beauty to step back. This Persian beauty had extremely high martial arts skills and was originally a formidable opponent, but after Ling Jing used the "Illusion Sword Style", she was
It just forced her to retreat, and the sword light pointed at her and blocked all directions in front of her. Although it could not hurt the enemy, it still made the Persian beauty very angry.
"Sister, please."
Ling Jing used his sword moves continuously, while dealing with the two Persian men behind him, and at the same time using exquisite sword skills to force the Persian beauty to retreat, he soon jumped off the ship and galloped towards the other direction of the dock. (To be continued.
