The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

"It seems to be from the Southern Region, named... Yang Tieyi? Yes, that's the name. He's the Holy Son of the Xuan Tie Sect in the Southern Region. It's said that his 'Iron Armor Spear Technique' is unmatched among his peers."

"No wonder Zhao Heng hasn't gained the upper hand after fighting for so long; he's met his match."

Wang Long crouched behind the bushes at the edge of the ridge, taking in the entire fight between the two men below.

And that Southern Region Holy Son named Yang Tieyi is indeed formidable.

His marksmanship was devoid of any fancy movements; every shot was precise and swift, like an instinctive reaction honed through countless repetitions, perfectly countering Zhao Heng's attack rhythm.

Ye Niannu squatted down beside Wang Long, watched for a while, and whispered.

"This guy from the Southern Region is even more troublesome than Lu Chen. His spear technique seems to have been specifically trained to deal with the methods of those major sects in the Central Region."

"Um."

Wang Long nodded, his gaze never leaving the two intersecting figures in the valley.

"However, Zhao Heng didn't use his full strength; he still has some trump cards up his sleeve."

Ye Niannu tilted her head, about to say something, when the situation in the center of the valley suddenly changed.

After another head-on collision, Zhao Heng was knocked back several steps. He steadied himself, slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, and a change appeared in his gaze as he looked at Yang Tieyi.

"You're really good; you deserve my serious attention."

Yang Tieyi raised an eyebrow slightly, but did not reply. He simply gripped the silver spear in his hand tighter.

Zhao Heng took a deep breath, and the dark golden spiritual energy around him began to flow at a faster speed. His body sank slightly, as if he wanted to connect with the ground beneath his feet.

A hint of seriousness finally flashed in Yang Tieyi's usually unwavering gaze.

The cultivators watching the spectacle at the edge of the valley subconsciously held their breath, and someone whispered something.

"It's time to get serious..."

Just then, a gentle yet clear voice came from the gentle slope on the other side of the valley.

"Since you two are having such a lively fight, would you mind if I joined in the fun?"

Everyone turned to look at the same time, and saw a tall and straight figure walking down the gentle slope at a leisurely pace.

He wore a gray-blue robe, had a handsome face, and a slender blue sword hung at his waist. He walked with ease, exuding a relaxed and carefree air.

Ling Feng, the Holy Son of the Tianlan Sect.

The atmosphere in the valley instantly became even more subtle.

The cultivators who were originally scattered around straightened up, their eyes all focused on the newly appeared figure.

Some people instinctively tightened their grip on their weapons, while others narrowed their eyes slightly, as if reassessing the situation.

Zhao Heng frowned almost imperceptibly as he looked at Ling Feng, his tone tinged with coldness.

"Are people from the Tianlan Sect getting involved too?"

Ling Feng walked to a slightly higher spot at the edge of the valley, stopped, casually placed his hands in front of him, and spoke in a gentle tone.

"I was just passing by when I saw this commotion, so I came over to take a look. You two can continue."

He kept saying "continue," but he showed no intention of backing down; instead, it seemed as if he was waiting for a better opportunity.

Yang Tieyi tightened his grip on the gun slightly, his gaze sweeping between Ling Feng and Zhao Heng, and he suddenly chuckled softly.

"Interesting. Are they planning a war of attrition, or a three-way standoff?"

Zhao Heng did not respond. He withdrew his gaze from Ling Feng and returned it to Yang Tieyi.

"If you want to fight, I'll fight you to the bitter end."

Ling Feng remained calm and composed. He wasn't in a hurry at all, and even pulled out a blade of grass from somewhere and put it in his mouth, looking like he was leisurely watching a show.

However, Wang Long noticed that Ling Feng's seemingly casual stance was precisely positioned to block Yang Tieyi's retreat route from the flank, while simultaneously allowing him to immediately penetrate Zhao Heng's defensive gaps.

This seemingly casual positioning is actually the most meticulously planned arrangement.

Ye Niannu also noticed it, and she whispered to Wang Long.

"This Ling Feng is more powerful than the one we saw in the Spirit Realm. He appears to be here to watch the show, but he has actually become deeply involved in the battle."

"Um."

Wang Long agreed.

"He's waiting for a lose-lose situation, or he's waiting for someone else to slip up first."

The cultivators standing on the gentle slope naturally noticed this as well. Some muttered under their breath, "The people of the Tianlan Sect are so cunning," while others showed expressions of anticipation.

In the center of the valley, the standoff between Zhao Heng and Yang Tieyi was finally broken once again. This time, it was Zhao Heng who struck first, his blade even more swift and fierce than before.

Dark golden spiritual energy surged like a tide, and the blade light, carrying an even heavier sense of oppression, pressed straight down on Yang Tieyi!

Yang Tieyi no longer used skill to overcome force as before. Instead, he increased the output of his spiritual power, and his silver spear drew an even sharper arc in the air, colliding fiercely with Zhao Heng's blade.

boom!

This collision was more violent than any of the previous ones, and the shockwave spread out like ripples, sending all the surrounding gravel and grass flying!

Zhao Heng took two steps back, and Yang Tieyi also took two steps back.

Just as the two retreated simultaneously, a cyan figure silently cut in like mercury spilling onto the ground.

Ling Feng moved.

His speed was even faster than Wang Long had anticipated! Like an invisible breeze, he appeared in the blink of an eye in the gap between Zhao Heng and Yang Tieyi, which had not yet fully closed.

He didn't attack anyone; he simply raised his hand and gently pulled away the flag that had been stuck in Zhao Heng's waist as a trophy.

The whole process was so fast it was astonishing. It wasn't until Ling Feng stood still again and held a flag in his hand that Zhao Heng and Yang Tieyi reacted at the same time.

Zhao Heng's face instantly darkened. He turned to look at Ling Feng, his voice as cold as ice.

"Ling Feng, what do you mean by this?"

Ling Feng weighed the flag in his hand, his tone still gentle.

"You two are playing so intently, I'm worried you might damage the flag, so I'll keep it safe for you."

The cultivators watching the spectacle at the edge of the valley were stunned for a moment, then some of them couldn't help but laugh out loud, but quickly suppressed it.

Yang Tieyi also narrowed his eyes slightly, but unlike Zhao Heng, he did not burst into anger. Instead, he looked at Ling Feng with a bit of interest.

"The style of the Tianlan Sect is indeed well-deserved."

Zhao Heng took a deep breath, gripped the long sword in his hand, and looked at Ling Feng.

"Put the flag down, and I can pretend nothing happened."

"What if I refuse?"

Ling Feng shrugged, his demeanor remaining composed.

Zhao Heng didn't say anything more; he directly slashed at Ling Feng with his sword!

The blade was wrapped in a sharp, dark golden aura. Ling Feng dodged to the side, drew his cyan longsword, and precisely parried the blade's energy.

Yang Tieyi stood a few steps away watching this scene. He did not take advantage of the chaos to make a move, but simply shook his head slightly, then gripped the silver spear in his hand again and retreated a few steps towards the edge of the valley.

Clearly, they don't want to get involved in this new dispute.

The cultivators who were watching the spectacle became excited. They all wanted to rush in and get a share of the spoils while the two were fighting, but they were afraid that their strength was insufficient and they would be instantly killed.

He could only stand aside and stare blankly, feeling somewhat impatient.

At this moment, Wang Long and Ye Niannu had silently circled around from the other side of the ridge to behind a low hill at the edge of the valley, using the terrain for cover.

Crouching in a thicket of bushes, I peered through the gaps and landed on the chaotic yet bustling valley below.

Ye Niannu tilted her head and lowered her voice.

"My lord, shall we go down?"

Wang Long did not answer immediately. He observed the figures of Zhao Heng and Ling Feng, who were locked in combat in the valley, then glanced at Yang Tieyi, who had retreated to the edge but was still clearly observing, and then swept his gaze over the onlookers who were itching to join the fight. He had already made up his mind.

"No rush, we have plenty of flags, they're the ones who should be worried."