Chapter Nine, Are you looking for me

This is indeed Chang Yu!

Yang Lan's heart was racing rapidly. She hid behind the big man, not daring to move, fearing that he might discover her in an instant.

Both individuals possess exceptional martial arts skills, and in the blink of an eye, they exchanged over a hundred moves. Yang Lan's skills are not weak; although she is still far from these top experts, she can still be considered a first-rate master.

The implication of this person is that they want to form a circle! In this way, Yang Lan's hiding becomes less convenient. Yang Lan followed closely behind the burly man, and the sound of the youth's sheng also had an effect on her. Therefore, on one hand, she had to maintain her clear mind, and on the other hand, she had to force herself to move her feet and resist the sound of the sheng. Yang Lan followed closely behind the burly man, and the sound of the youth's sheng also had an effect on her. Therefore, on one hand, she had to maintain her clear mind, and on the other hand, she had to force herself to move her feet and resist the sound of the sheng.

At this point, he reached out to take Yang Lan's hand, but Yang Lan instinctively raised her hand and then took a step back

She gritted her teeth, realizing for the first time that a person could be formidable to this extent, terrifying to this degree

To what extent has such martial arts reached? It is truly terrifying!

The young man in white seemed to have not heard her words at all, his hand still reaching out to grasp Yang Lan's hand

Then, her shoulder was turned around by that person, and the veil on her face was also removed. Yang Lan playfully smiled at the pale-faced young man and even winked.

Both individuals are dressed in white garments. Chang Yu's white attire is made of ordinary white cloth, resembling the long robe typically worn by those of the lowest status. In contrast, the young man is adorned in an exquisitely crafted white robe, intricately embroidered with numerous peony flowers

Yang Lan closed her eyes and repeatedly comforted herself in her heart: This is an illusion! This is an illusion! That person is not speaking to me, no!

These are very laborious tasks, and as Yang Lan took a few steps, she was drenched in sweat. After much effort, the advancing crowd formed a circle, and everyone stopped moving. Only then did Yang Lan relax a bit: at this moment, all she needed to do was to focus on keeping her mind clear.

Yang Lan only felt cold sweat trickling down her forehead. At that moment, her body involuntarily stiffened, and then a hoarse voice sounded from behind: "So it is, I have been searching everywhere, yet the person I was looking for is hiding in this place. It seems I have underestimated the heroes of the world. A little girl can also resist the enchanting sound of my Sheng!"

Yang Lan had never liked someone so much before, and Chang Yu arrived just in time

As for the young girls who had just been insulted, they all wore expressions of confusion. It seemed as if they had no memory of what had just occurred. Upon seeing this, Yang Lan let out a great sigh of relief, feeling fortunate for them: it would be best if they never knew about what had just happened; otherwise, would they not be compelled to uphold their honor with their lives?

The sword light, reflecting under the sunlight, carved out exquisite shadows. It is evident that Chang Yu's skills may slightly surpass those of the young man in white.

This person appears to be quite young, yet with just a sheng, he commands the movements of all these hundreds of people, making them obey his every instruction, and has been doing so for such a long time

Slowly, as that person circled around the young girls, the look of disappointment on his face grew increasingly pronounced. At the same time, his gaze, as if it had substance, gradually shifted towards the crowd behind them. Yang Lan felt the movement of his gaze, and her heart raced with fear.

At that moment, his expression suddenly changed, and his entire body miraculously twisted a few times, moving to the side with lightning speed. At that instant, a long sword silently fell to the spot where he had just been standing, and a handsome young man, as beautiful as jade, appeared before the crowd

The young man in white quietly gazed at her for quite some time, without even blinking. What Yang Lan found strange was that in his gaze directed at her, there was not a trace of lust or contempt, but rather a kind of scrutiny, as if he were trying to discern whether she was the person he had been searching for.

At that moment, a pair of cold arms rested on her shoulders. The icy touch sent a wave of fear and nausea through Yang Lan, akin to the sensation of a snake.

At this moment, the crowd began to move again, and Yang Lan followed closely behind the tall man. After walking a few steps, the sound of the sheng suddenly paused and gradually came to a stop

Chang Yu's sword did not strike true, yet he did not even raise his eyes. With a flick of the sword's wind, he directed it once more towards the young man in white.

As Yang Lansong let out a sigh of relief, the sound of the sheng changed once again, becoming lively, smooth, and melodious. With this change in tone, all the women automatically moved forward, while the men remained still in their places

He stopped! Why did he stop

Yang Lan swiftly put her hat back on while quietly surveying the terrain, hoping to seize the opportunity to escape.

At this moment, the man's music shifted once again, blending a whispering murmur within the resounding notes. With the melody, everyone began to move. Yang Lan took a few steps forward, silently lamenting her plight.

Yang Lan searched for Young Master Wang, only to find him sitting on the ground with a face as pale as dirt, his whole body trembling incessantly, displaying an expression of fear to the utmost degree

At this time, his guards also took their seats behind him. Each of them appeared haggard, and the direction in which they sat was still arranged in a circular formation, indicating that they were still intent on diligently protecting their master

The young girls stepped forward one by one, slowly, until they all moved to the center of the circle. The young man's flute music softened, faint and elusive. At the same time, his gaze was focused, slowly examining them.

Chang Yu's swordsmanship is exceptionally brilliant. With a single stroke, it cuts through the air as swiftly as lightning, yet it makes not a sound. He stands tall and graceful, thrusting one sword after another at the young man in white. Each step is ghostly and enchanting, like an immortal or an illusion.

It was not until Yang Lan revealed a mischievous smile that a stiff smile appeared at the corners of his mouth: "It's you! This time, he won't be disappointed, will he? Hmm, having found you, I can also focus on playing with my beauty."

Now, the two figures in the arena have intertwined. Their silhouettes move as swiftly as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, those with lesser skills cannot even catch a glimpse of their forms. All that can be seen in the arena is a hazy mist.

How high is this person's martial arts skill? Yang Lan herself is a fairy, so she knows that this person does not possess any demonic aura, nor does he use any demonic techniques. If it is not demonic techniques, then it is purely a form of internal power cultivation

Seeing the person's face darken, Yang Lan laughed and said: "This, men and women should not engage in close contact! It seems that the young master's studies are not very good."

At this moment, the majority of those who had narrowly escaped death were already collapsed on the ground. Without the control of the sheng's sound, their movements were also free. Moreover, it appeared that these individuals all wore expressions of confusion, seemingly having little impression of the events that had just transpired.