"It was the same for you once! It's just that you betrayed the palace master!" A trace of hatred flashed in Gong Jie's eyes, but he quickly covered it up.

He sneered and said nothing, just staring at Wuchen with a wary expression.

He can't take it lightly!

"But your martial arts hasn't reached its peak yet, it's still not good enough!" Wuchen said as he attacked Gong Jie again.

Gong Jie quickly evaded, fighting with him while looking for an opportunity.

Suddenly, he moved his steps and swept back.

Wuchen was about to catch up when a ray of silver light suddenly struck him.

He was startled, and subconsciously raised his hand to block the silver light, but the silver light still penetrated his right shoulder. He groaned, took a few steps back, and hit the rockery.

The source of this silver light is Sheng Zhiyao’s silver needle!

She heard the commotion in the courtyard and had been hiding in the dark with Mei Lan Zhu Ju. When she saw Wu Chen chasing Gong Jie, she quickly took out a silver needle and shot him.

Wuchen covered his shoulders and looked at Sheng Zhiyao with a frown.

"Why, you still want to make a sneak attack?"

Sheng Zhiyao pursed her lips: "You also attacked in the middle of the night, but I'm not done yet." After saying that, she flicked her wrist, and another silver needle flew towards Wuchen's chest.

"Hmph! What a trick!" Wuchen sneered, grabbed the silver needle that was flying towards him, and with a strong force in his hand, the silver needle broke and turned into powder and disappeared in his palm.

"It's useless!" Wuchen looked at Sheng Zhiyao with a mocking look on his face, "I'm here to kill you today. Even if you have all kinds of tricks, you can't escape from my grasp!"

"Stop your delusions!" Sheng Zhiyao gritted her teeth and glared at Wuchen.

She had just heard Mei'er say that Wuchen was not simple, but she didn't expect that Wuchen would become such a virtuous person!

She really underestimated him!

"Really?" Wuchen sneered, "Look at the sword!" After saying that, he pulled out the soft sword from his waist and stabbed Sheng Zhiyao.

Upon seeing this, Gong Jie immediately rushed over and stood in front of Sheng Zhiyao.

There was a crisp sound of "clang", the tip of the sword intersected with the blade, and a burst of sparks flew out.

Wuchen's eyes narrowed, and the soft sword in his hand suddenly increased in strength. The tip of the sword cut Gong Jie's arm, and bright red blood flowed out.

Gong Jie gasped in pain and his face became distorted.

Wuchen struck while the iron was hot, and the soft sword in his hand went straight to Gong Jie's throat.

Seeing this, Xun Yan and Xun Jia rushed forward to help Gong Jie block Wu Chen's blow.

Wuchen didn't expect that someone would dare to intervene. He didn't react for a moment, but was blocked by the attack, and his arm suddenly felt numb.

His face darkened, with anger in his eyes, and he threw the soft sword in his hand towards Sheng Zhiyao.

The soft sword brought up the fierce wind, and Sheng Zhiyao was pulled aside by Mei'er, but her arm was still scratched.

Pain shot through her arm, and Sheng Zhiyao couldn't help but grit her teeth.

Damn dustless!

"Master!" Mei'er's face changed drastically when she saw this, and she quickly took Sheng Zhiyao's hand, "How is it?"

"It's okay." Sheng Zhiyao waved her hand, "Gong Jie, how are you?"

"I can still hold on!" Gong Jie gritted his teeth and glared at Wuchen.

Sheng Zhiyao sighed upon seeing this and turned to look at Wuchen: "If you have any other skills, just use them!"

There was a sarcastic smile on Wuchen's lips: "Do you really think I only know this little skill?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and a powerful aura suddenly filled the air.

Sheng Zhiyao's pupils shrank: "You..."

The smile on the corner of Wuchen's mouth became even wider: "I only realize that I'm afraid now, it's too late!"

As he spoke, his figure disappeared instantly, and the next moment, a long sword was placed on Sheng Zhiyao's neck.

Sheng Zhiyao also took out a bottle of medicinal powder from her sleeves at the critical moment and sprinkled it out.

Those medicinal powders fell into the air and immediately spread out. Wuchen's face changed: "Poison?"

"That's right!" Sheng Zhiyao raised her eyebrows and smiled, "I spent a lot of effort preparing these medicinal powders. Do you think these are the ways to deal with you?"

After she finished speaking, she pinched with her fingers and

A cloud of smoke drifted over.

"Cough cough cough cough..." Wuchen coughed violently, holding his nose and coughing out several mouthfuls of blood.

Although this poison is not fatal, it does great damage to his body.

His strength is greatly reduced!

"You despicable bastard!"

"When dealing with despicable people, you must use any means necessary! You don't need to thank me, and I don't need your thanks either!"

After Sheng Zhiyao finished speaking, she turned to look at Gong Jie, her eyes full of concern: "Mei'er and Ju'er helped Gong Jie back to the room for bandage."

"Yes!" Mei'er and Ju'er ran over quickly and carefully supported Gong Jie.

Gong Jie gritted his teeth and stared at Wuchen: "You'd better pray that our master is fine! Otherwise, I will have you buried with him!"

"Really? Let's see if you can live through tomorrow first!" Wuchen's eyes were cold and cold, like a dagger tempered with poison.

After hearing this, Sheng Zhiyao walked up to Gong Jie, stretched out her hand to check his pulse, and then shook her head: "No, Gong Jie has been poisoned!"

Gong Jie's pulse was disordered, his breathing was rapid, and he was obviously poisoned.

Gong Jie also noticed something was wrong with him, and his expression changed: "Master, am I poisoned?"

Sheng Zhiyao frowned: "Yes, take the detoxifying pill first."

After speaking, she took out an antidote pill and stuffed it into Gong Jie's mouth.

After a while, Gong Jie's expression returned to normal.

"Take him back to his room."

"Yes." Mei'er and Ju'er nodded and helped Gong Jie leave.

"How come you have the antidote?" Wuchen asked.

Sheng Zhiyao looked at Wuchen: "Before receiving a commission to kill others, shouldn't you investigate? This will make you appear more professional."

Wuchen was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Princess Yongchen is really smart!"

Sheng Zhiyao snorted coldly and complained: "Don't be so glib here. Why do you people like to dig into other people's yards in the middle of the night?"

"Do you know who sent someone to kill you?" Wuchen looked at Sheng Zhiyao with interest, his eyes full of amusement.

Sheng Zhiyao shook his head: "I'm not interested in knowing who it is. There are too many enemies to count. If you can tell me who the murderer is behind the scenes, I can consider it and leave you a way to survive."

"Oh?" Wuchen raised his eyebrows, "Then I'm really looking forward to it!" After saying that, he turned to look at Xun Yan, "I don't believe that a loser like him can defeat me!"

"I won't bother you to worry about it, you should just worry about yourself!" Xun Yan said, clenching his hands.

Wuchen sneered and raised his foot to attack Xun Yan.

Sheng Zhiyao stood there, motionless, with a strange look in his eyes.

At this moment, Wuchen suddenly vomited a few more mouthfuls of blood, and for a moment he lost his balance and knelt on the ground.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling weak all over and your energy and blood are surging?" Seeing this, Sheng Zhiyao was about to step forward. Just as she was about to touch Wu Chen, she suddenly felt something behind her shoulder pressing against hers.

"Do not move!"
Chapter completed!