Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 117 The Blood-Clad Man of Kunlun
"Damn it, Ding'an, are you treating me like a donkey?"

Ren Shaoyang shook his head like a turtle and threw Ding An to the ground.

Ding'an rolled over lazily and got up with a silly grin.

"How could that be, you cripple? You know I'm not very bright." He raised an eyebrow slightly. "Let's hurry up and chase after the little beggar."

Ren Shaoyang looked at him suspiciously for a few moments, then suddenly realized, "I fucking understand now! You're pretending to be a simpleton, then dragging people into your silly routine, and defeating them with your experience!"

"What are you saying, Shaoyang?" Ding'an looked innocent. "I don't understand."

"Humph!"

Ren Shaoyang stopped talking, took out his water pouch and drank water in large gulps.

Ding An rushed over, snatched the drink, and took a few swigs himself. Then he asked, "Crippled man, why is Little Beggar's speed sometimes fast and sometimes slow?"

Upon hearing this, Ren Shaoyang was furious: "That brat is treating us like fools!"

After leaving Luoxia Town, the two relentlessly pursued the little beggar. With Ren Shaoyang's "Sword Silk Crossing the Void" skill, even carrying Ding'an on his back would be the fastest speed in the world.

But little did they know that the more the little beggar ran, the more skilled he became in "Blood in the Wind." He climbed mountains like the wind and entered water like a fish, truly displaying a mastery of nature and a speed that seemed to fly through the clouds.

Ren Shaoyang almost caught up several times, but the little beggar always turned into a bloody shadow and disappeared into the mountains and forests. After that, he deliberately chose to walk on strange peaks and deep valleys, like a mountain spirit, using the terrain to get rid of his pursuers.

After that, the three of them spent several days playing hide-and-seek in Qingcheng, Sichuan.

The young beggar casually killed several Qingcheng disciples who were about to commit wicked acts, enraging the Qingcheng sect leader, who led his men down the mountain to pursue and capture him.

But little did anyone know that while Hongxiu was avoiding Shaoyang and the others, she took advantage of the dark and windy night to storm the mountain gate, carrying a bronze incense burner as tall as a person in the square, and asked the Qingcheng Sect Leader for directions.

The Qingcheng Sect had never seen such a ferocious person before.

They were all terrified. The little beggar asked them left and right, but they just wouldn't tell them where the Flower Palace was.

Without saying much, he smashed the Qingcheng Sect Leader into a pancake with an incense burner, causing countless deaths and injuries to the entire Qingcheng Sect, which scattered like birds and beasts before leaving.

After that, he went south from Sichuan, circled around the coast, and then headed north.

The Tang Clan of Sichuan, the Emei Sect, the South China Sea Sword Sect, the Eagle Claw Iron Spear Sect, the Southern Shaolin Sect, and other sects suffered greatly as this blood-clad girl broke through their gates and used every trick in the book, leaving no one able to stop her!
The news caused a sensation throughout the land, and restaurants and teahouses everywhere were talking about it.

A bearded man slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "Gentlemen, you don't know! That woman in blood-stained clothes who came down from Kunlun Mountain carries a two-foot curved sword at her waist. Even without drawing the sword, no one can defeat her! This woman set foot on the Central Plains and, with just her iron fists, killed Wu Qingyun, the leader of Qingcheng Sect, defeated Daoist Shenxi of Emei Sect, Tang San Taiye of Tangjiabao, and more than thirty other masters, including 'Flying Eagle of Hengshan' Li Feng!"

Some exclaimed, "Kunlun, Kunlun! First came the 'White-Clad Sword God' with his divine sword, and now the 'Blood-Clad Man' is descending with his blade! It's truly miraculous!"

Another person said, "It is said that this person in blood-stained clothes is actually a young girl with a beautiful appearance. Who would have thought that such a cute and innocent girl would actually be a ruthless person who has not been seen for many years!"

At this moment, a few martial arts practitioners gathered around and asked, "Gentlemen, why did this 'blood-clad woman' smash up someone's mountain gate? Isn't she afraid of incurring public wrath and being besieged?"

"A siege?"

The bearded man sneered, "This woman is invulnerable to swords and spears and possesses immense strength. In Emei, she single-handedly held off dozens of people in a tug-of-war, and in Tangjiabao, she treated poison and hidden weapons like candy! She's already this invincible without even drawing her sword; if she were to draw it, who in the world could subdue her?"

"Then, I'm afraid only Master Yan, Palace Mistress Yaoyue, and the Sword God can subdue it."

The man slammed his hand on the table again: "You're right!"

"What's right?"

"The man in blood smashed up the mountain gate to ask for directions!"

"What? Asking for directions? Which way?"

The man shouted, "Ask for directions to the Embroidered Jade Valley Flower Palace!"

"Ah~!"

The crowd erupted in uproar.

The man shouted, "The man in blood-red clothes wants to duel with Palace Master Yaoyue!"

Everyone looked at each other, arguing endlessly.

Some people were skeptical and walked up to the bearded man: "Senior, is the man in blood really seeking a duel with Palace Master Yaoyue?"

The bearded man sighed, "Every time the Blood-Clad Man arrives at a sect, he always beats up the sect leader and then asks for directions to 'Embroidered Jade Valley Flower Palace.' Don't you think he's trying to get back at Yaoyue?"

The matter caused a great deal of discussion in the martial arts world, and everyone in the inns and hotels was talking about it.

Some even went so far as to list Yan Nantian, the Palace Master of Yaoyue Palace, the White-Clad Sword God, and the Blood-Clad Man as the four greatest masters in the world.

This title immediately swept through the martial arts world, and everyone agreed with it.

And at a time when the world was in turmoil.

Hongxiu leaped and bounded through a dense forest, like a monkey.

If Mu Renqing were to see the little beggar's movement technique, his eyes would probably pop out of their sockets.

Because she was using her signature move, the "body-shaping style".

Mu Renqing practiced for ten years before finally mastering the skill and earning the title of "Divine Sword Immortal Ape," but the little beggar could use it after just one look.

The little beggar has been in the forest these past few days, and he's truly like a dragon swimming in the sea.

When hungry, we would pick some wild vegetables, pine nuts, wild mushrooms, and wild fruits and eat them as we walked; when thirsty, we would drink a few mouthfuls of stream water.

Sometimes when I'm craving something sweet, I'll go out and treat myself.

For example, at this moment, the little beggar was walking along when he suddenly saw a gust of wind rising in the forest, and the roar of a tiger echoing through the valley.

He slowly turned his head, his round face chubby, still crunching pine nuts in his mouth.

“It’s a big tiger,” Hongxiu murmured, her eyes growing brighter with each word. “Tiger!” she cheered, throwing away the pine cone and lunging into the woods.

"Roar~!"

A fierce wind howled, and a large worm leaped out, snapping its jaws in a bite.

The little beggar neither dodged nor avoided it, but instead headbutted it.

Suddenly, a wondrous sight appeared.

A magnificent tiger, over two zhang long, with its striped bark, opened its blood-red maw and lunged at the little girl with the ball-shaped hair in front of it.

Instead of running away, the little girl stuck her head inside.

"when"!
The tiger's mouth gripped the ball tightly, but there was no cracking sound; instead, it made a metallic clang as it bit into iron!
The tiger suddenly felt a sharp pain in its gums, its roar turned into a whimper, and it abruptly released its grip and leaped three zhang (approximately 10 meters) into the air, howling in agony.

But it didn't realize that when it jumped up, the girl grabbed the tiger's mouth with both hands and wouldn't let go, and was carried up into the air.

Once the tiger landed, the little beggar frowned and braced himself with both hands!
The tiger roared.

The tiger's mouth was wide open.

Then the little beggar puffed out his cheeks and, like a pea shooter, kept spitting "pui pui pui" into the tiger's throat.

The pine nut shells, like hidden weapons, "whoosh whoosh whoosh" as they fell into the gaping maw of the abyss.

The whole scene was both bizarre and hilarious.

The tiger's eyes widened, and it felt as if its throat was being choked. It roared and thrashed wildly, its two large paws lashing out at Hongxiu.

With one hand supporting the sky and the tiger's head raised, Hongxiu swallowed all the pine nut shells with a gulp. Then, she kicked with both feet, using the move "Swallow Double Flight" to kick the tiger's claws away.

He then bent his knees and used the momentum to press forward.

With a thud, the striped tiger lay on its back on the ground, and the small red-sleeved figure sat on its chest, one hand supporting the tiger's muzzle, her expression calm.

This tiger had never been treated like this before. It was about to bare its teeth and roar again.

With a "bang," the little beggar flipped over and jumped up, swinging his fist and punching Egg!
The punch sent the worm tumbling and curling up, howling like a kitten.

Hongxiu walked over slowly, stroked the tiger's head, and then reached out and grabbed the tiger by the scruff of its neck, as if she were lifting a cat.

The worm roared and kicked, but it couldn't break free from her grasp.

Hongxiu pulled the tiger's head closer and stared indifferently into its eyes.

(O _ O)

The tiger was so frightened that it tucked its tail between its legs and its fur stood on end, but it didn't dare to bare its teeth at all.

"Good boy, big meow."

A slight smile appeared in Hongxiu's lifeless eyes. She casually tossed the object to the ground, then leaped onto the tiger's back and uttered a single word: "Run."

The tiger was completely convinced and quickly carried the little beggar through the forest.

After running around all day, the little beggar finally landed on the ground as night approached.

Big Meow was so tired that it was foaming at the mouth. It didn't dare to make any noise and carefully lay down on the spot, watching her with half-closed eyes.

Hongxiu gathered some firewood. Although she didn't have a flint, she flicked her wrist, and a burst of intense heat shot out, instantly igniting the pile of firewood with a "whoosh." Seeing this, Da Miao quickly shrank back.

Hongxiu's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot. She returned a while later, holding several pheasants with their necks snapped.

They plucked the feathers, removed the internal organs, and roasted them on tree branches.

The big cat smelled the aroma and couldn't sit still, so it licked its face as if it didn't care, and would sneak a few glances every now and then.

Finally, unable to resist the aroma any longer, she squinted her eyes, put on a fawning expression, and crawled closer.

"Snapped"!
A small hand supported Big Cat's tiger head. The little beggar looked indifferent and said sparingly, "Not cooked yet."

Big Meow seemed to understand, smacked its lips, and sheepishly shrank back.

A while later, the pheasant was sizzling and dripping with oil, and Da Miao's mouth was watering.

The little beggar casually grabbed two roasted pheasants and tossed them to it.

"Ouch!"

Big Meow pounced on the roasted chicken, stopping it mid-air, and started gnawing on it while lying on the ground.

Hongxiu ignored it and started eating the remaining five pheasants slowly.

When Big Meow finished eating the two pheasants and turned around with a lingering sense of satisfaction, she saw Little Beggar sitting there in a daze.

The tiger was taken aback.

Where is the chicken?

Gone?

There are no bones left?

Hongxiu was staring blankly at the moon when she suddenly frowned and turned to glance sideways at the dense forest.

The next moment, a person appeared in the flickering firelight.

The man's face, illuminated by the campfire, seemed almost transparent, so transparent that you could even see his pale blue bones.

His eyes didn't look like human eyes, but rather like those of some kind of brutal, man-eating beast that had been starving for days and nights.

"Roar!"

Big Meow suddenly jumped up, its fur standing on end, and roared incessantly.

A small hand gently stroked the tiger's head, and the big cat calmed down instantly.

Hongxiu didn't turn her head, but simply uttered a single word: "Sit."

Big Meow immediately squatted down, acting even more like a cat than a cat.

The newcomer glanced coldly at the tiger and laughed, "You beast!"

Hongxiu stared at him blankly, without saying a word.

The man stared coldly at her, then suddenly smiled, revealing wild, white teeth, and slowly said, "So you're the Blood-Clad Man from Kunlun?"

Hongxiu: (O _ O)

The veins on the man's forehead bulged as he shouted, "Are you mute?"

Hongxiu: (O _ O)

The man sneered, "You're courting death!" He slowly took two steps forward. "I'm curious, why did you go looking for the Flower Palace?"

Hongxiu's blank expression vanished, and she asked, "Do you know the way?"

The man suddenly laughed. His laughter sounded like a mouse gnawing on wood, sending chills down one's spine. He laughed loudly and said, "You're not stupid."

Hongxiu tilted her head and looked at her: "I think you're disgusting, I don't want to talk to you."

The man said coldly, "A subordinate of the Toothless Sect can be killed but not humiliated. You're courting death!"

With a wave of his hand, a shimmering, emerald-green flame shot out.

Hongxiu tilted her head and glanced at it, then casually waved her hand.

The emerald flames suddenly turned and landed on the ground. With a hiss, the grass and trees burned, emitting plumes of green smoke, and the ground turned pitch black.

Such potent toxicity would startle anyone who saw it.

But the little beggar simply raised his hand expressionlessly, noticing that his fingertips had turned purplish-black.

The man laughed loudly: "Little girl, don't think you're invincible just because you've learned kung fu for a few days. Let's see how you cure my poison, Wei Baiyi's poison!"

Hongxiu raised her hand towards that person and slightly bent her finger.

The man sneered, "What, you want more?"

Before he could finish speaking, a thin green flame shot straight towards him with a "whoosh" sound!

Wei Baiyi's ugly face went numb as he faced the oncoming green flames!
He immediately yelled and fell to the side.

With a whoosh, the large tree behind them burst into flames at the slightest touch, its trunk, branches, and leaves burning wildly, filling the air with a pungent stench.

The entire dense forest seemed to have turned into a shimmering green, eerie and terrifying sight.

Wei Baiyi was shocked: "You, you're not poisoned?"

Little Beggar: (O_O)

Wei Baiyi was furious: "Fuck your grandma!"

Its body began to spin rapidly, and four or five emerald flames suddenly shot out, though it was impossible to tell where they came from.

The red-sleeved figure seemed to sway, flashing past the green flames, and suddenly appeared beside Wei Baiyi.

"Snapped"!
She grabbed his wrist and said succinctly, "Do you know where the Flower Palace is?"

This is an affirmative sentence, not an interrogative sentence.

Wei Baiyi felt his wrist being gripped and cracked violently, the pain excruciating. He couldn't help but shout, "I know your grandma!"

Hongxiu frowned, and a scorching heat emanated from her body.

Suddenly, flames erupted from Wei Baiyi's body, with half of his clothes and hair catching fire first.

All that could be heard was his shrill scream. He was not dead yet, and he could not escape. His body reeked of burning stench, and his screams became even more shrill.

Suddenly, the fire subsided.

The little beggar lifted him high in the air, his voice still calm: "Where is the Flower Palace?"

Wei Baiyi opened his eyes, glanced at Hongxiu, and sneered, "A lackey of the Toothless Sect can be killed but not humiliated..."

With a "smack," a huge blouse appeared!

Wei Baiyi's teeth flew out in all directions, and the poison hidden in his back molars also flew out with them.

"Where?" Hongxiu tilted her head to look at him.

Wei Baiyi stared at her blankly for a long time before sighing, "How are you sure I know?"

Hongxiu: (O _ O)

"you!"

For some reason, Wei Baiyi felt angry whenever he saw her wise eyes, but when he looked at her again, he swallowed his anger.

After a long silence, he said dejectedly, "I... I'll take you there."

And so, a magical scene appeared on the official road.

A magnificent tiger carried a girl dressed in blood-red clothes, running as if it were not there.

In her hand, she was carrying a half-dead man in white.

Everyone who saw it marveled at it, and the martial arts world was in an uproar when they heard about it, speculating that the man in blood had found the location of the Yihua Palace and was about to strike at its heart!

After running for several days, the little beggar rode a fierce tiger to a remote mountain ridge.

The place was a sea of ​​flowers covering the hillsides: chrysanthemums, peonies, roses, plum blossoms, peaches, orchids, datura, night-blooming jasmine, tulips...

These flowers, which shouldn't have bloomed in the same place, much less at the same time, are all blooming here now.

This is the most mysterious and dangerous place in the world.

Yihua Palace.

(End of this chapter)