My CEO Bai Fumei’s wife

"Junior Brother Zhao"

Zhou Yaoyun frowned. As a servant, how could she stand by and watch someone harm her master?
"Go ahead and fight, are you saying we're afraid of you?"

Qin Weier stepped forward and stood side by side with Qin Yu.

We've fought this bastard before, even using the Martial Emperor's Dharma Form, but he couldn't do anything to our group.

Murong Qingcheng didn't speak, but simply opened her palm, and the spirit tower, shimmering with intense light, rotated slightly.

Being ruthless and taciturn doesn't necessarily refer to men.

Don't forget, there's a saying that goes, "The mouth of a green bamboo snake and the stinger of a wasp are not poisonous, but the most poisonous thing is a woman's heart."

Zhao Linfeng's face darkened. Zhou Yaoyun's constant protection of Qin Yu made him feel both unhappy and frustrated.

This led him to suspect that Qin Yu's dual cultivation skills were so advanced that Zhou Yaoyun had become obsessed with him.

Actually, my dual cultivation skills are not bad either, but unfortunately, I don't have the opportunity to cultivate with Zhou Yaoyun.

Zhao Linfeng gritted his teeth before saying, "What, Qin Yu, are you a grown man relying entirely on these women for protection?"

"Want to fight me one-on-one?"

"You're a Golden Core cultivator, while my brother is only at the early Martial King stage. How dare you challenge me to a duel? Why don't you go punch a kindergarten and kick an old folks' home?"

Qin Weier retorted without any hesitation.

Generally speaking, women are better at talking than men.

I understand everything I understand.

Zhao Linfeng's face stiffened again. Damn, this woman is quite pretty, but how can she talk so much? She's been going on and on, making it hard for him to stand up straight.

Unexpectedly, Qin Yu patted his sister's shoulder and took a step forward: "Zhao Linfeng, you must think that I, Qin Yu, dare to venture into the secret realm because these beauties are protecting me."

I understand that you're jealous of me.

But I want to tell you, I'm going to beat you up like I'm beating up a stupid dog.

Since you want a hammer, I'll grant your request.

"Girl, can I borrow the spirit tower?"

"Yes, Brother Yu."

Murong Qingcheng gave the Spirit Tower to Qin Yu.

Zhao Linfeng's eyelids twitched. He couldn't understand where Qin Yu's arrogant confidence came from, that he dared to call him a stupid dog.

I can tolerate my uncle, but I can’t tolerate my aunt.

"Don't damage the buildings here, there's plenty of space outside!"

Qin Yu tilted his head and strode out.

Outside, there were many other martial artists, their clothes tattered, their faces bruised and swollen, looking like refugees, who had also arrived at the second level.

Upon seeing Qin Yu and Zhao Linfeng emerge, they both seemed to realize something.

Hua Qianyu and Shangguan Nitian, as Zhao Linfeng's comrades-in-arms, also came out.

Huang Lingtian walked at the very back, neither too close nor too far, his eyes somewhat vacant, but in reality, his brain was working faster than a computer.

Zhou Yaoyun, Qin Weier, and Murong Qingcheng, along with several other beauties, also came out.

Finally, Duan Yunxie, accompanied by the blood-stained clothes, also came outside, wanting to see just how powerful Qin Yu really was.

After all, the golden fragment is inside Qin Weier's body, and if he wants to take it back, he will definitely have to fight Qin Yu.

"Zhao Linfeng, if you get beaten up later, you won't call your royal bodyguard, will you? That's the Samsara Martial Emperor, I really can't beat him."

Seeing so many people present, Qin Yu first used words to cut off Zhao Linfeng's escape route.

"Hmph, I said it's a one-on-one fight, so it's a one-on-one fight. The outcome is a matter between the two of us."

Zhao Linfeng stood with his hands behind his back, speaking with an arrogant expression.

As a Golden Core cultivator, my cultivation level, when converted to that of a martial artist, is roughly equivalent to the late stage of Martial Saint.

With the added benefit of magical artifacts, how could I possibly be no match for a mere early-stage Martial King?

"Alright, everyone, please bear witness that I will fight Zhao Linfeng one-on-one, and I will be responsible for the outcome."

Qin Yu clasped his hands in a fist salute to the surroundings and said.

"Sect Leader Qin, keep it up!"

Many martial artists have heard Qin Yu's story, which is quite inspiring.

It's a classic rags-to-riches story, from a food delivery worker to the leader of the Qingfeng Sect.

If it were written as a novel, people would probably read it.

However, due to Zhao Linfeng's imposing presence, they could only offer a word of encouragement. "Hmph."

Zhao Linfeng gave a sinister snort, and the storage ring on his finger lit up, summoning two spirit swords.

One is used to fly while standing on it, and the other is used to attack.

"Zhao Linfeng, it's already unfair for a Golden Core cultivator like you to fight a martial artist like me one-on-one. If there's no stake involved, wouldn't I be at an even greater disadvantage?"

Qin Yu glanced at the storage ring on Zhao Linfeng's finger and said.

What kind of stakes do you want?

Zhao Linfeng frowned and asked.

“Take your storage ring, it’s a rare find in the Kunlun Mountains.”

Qin Yu said.

"Hmph, you have quite the appetite. This storage ring of mine is a high-end item even in Martial Emperor City. Since you say you want to wager, then let's make it a wager."

However, you have absolutely no chance of winning.

Zhao Linfeng agreed, using his storage ring as a wager.

"Then please!"

Qin Yu summoned nine flying swords from his storage ring, which floated behind him in a row, shimmering with a faint golden light.

After absorbing the Martial Emperor Sword, the Nine Dragons Sword has been upgraded to a Celestial Weapon.

Attack power has increased by more than a little bit.

With the Purple Sun Divine Armor's superior defensive capabilities, Qin Yu was confident he could fight Zhao Linfeng.

"Hmph, let's see what happens!"

With everyone watching, Zhao Linfeng certainly wouldn't launch a sneak attack. Instead, he stepped onto his flying sword and, with a whoosh, floated into the air.

The spirit sword responsible for the attack split into two, then three, and in the blink of an eye, it split into dozens of swords, densely packed, somewhat like the Sword Sect's ultimate technique, Ten Thousand Swords Return to One.

Enveloped in white light, a rain of swords fell upon Qin Yu.

He knew that the weakness of martial artists was their inability to fly, so he immediately distanced himself from Qin Yu and chose to attack from a distance.

For example, if you have a kitchen knife, it can be very lethal at close range, but if I have a gun, I can shoot at you from a distance.

The person wielding the kitchen knife will definitely be at a disadvantage.

"Nine Dragon Sword, bring it on, and have a hearty meal."

Qin Yu's body was shrouded in a faint purple light. With a wave of his hand, nine rather unorthodox flying swords soared into the sky towards the sword energy.

Since absorbing the Martial Emperor Sword, it has been a long time since I've had a proper feast.

At the same time, Qin Yu also controlled the spirit tower, which quickly flew into the air and smashed down towards Zhao Linfeng.

Zhao Linfeng must also have a defensive magic weapon; he used it last time, it looked like an umbrella.

After it was opened, a faint light screen appeared, like a tortoise shell.

Inside the spirit tower.

Xiao Long paced back and forth, muttering to himself, "The big boss is fighting with someone. That person is so wicked. He's already at the Golden Core stage, but he's bullying the big boss because he hasn't awakened yet. I can't stand by and watch."

The fat pig, lying on the ground conserving its energy, grunted twice before saying, "The boss has fallen into reincarnation because he wants to break through his limitations. Let's leave him alone for now."

“Okay, Brother Zhu Zhen, you’ve been with the boss the longest, so you know him best.”

Xiao Long reached out and broke off a piece from the spiritual vein, popped it into his mouth like he was eating crushed ice, and swallowed it with a crunching sound: "So satisfying. The boss is really generous, having an entire spiritual vein is enough for me to eat for a long time."

"Ugh, you little spendthrift, you ate the boss's spiritual vein, the boss will definitely beat you up."

Zhu Zhen was utterly speechless.

Outside the spirit tower.

Zhao Linfeng, holding an umbrella and half-closing his eyes, stood in a stalemate with the spirit tower that had descended from the sky.

Don't underestimate this small umbrella; it actually supported the spirit tower, which is tens of meters high.

After the Nine Dragons Sword quickly devoured Zhao Linfeng's spirit sword, they merged together and became a giant sword that was as wide as a door panel and tens of meters long.

Since the Nine Dragons Sword is a fusion of the Martial Emperor Sword, it must also possess some of the characteristics of the Martial Emperor Sword.

"Fuck."

The martial artists watching the spectacle stared wide-eyed; it was the first time they had ever seen such a massive flying sword.

A look of seriousness appeared in Zhao Linfeng's eyes. Qin Yu's weapon could actually replicate the Martial Emperor Sword.

If it also possessed the power of the Martial Emperor Sword, that would be a disaster. (End of Chapter)