"You're transported to another world at the same time? What the hell is King Arthur?"

Zhang Tian has really stumbled upon a good show this time. He's here with Fan Xian to annul the engagement. After all, royal marriages are never a good thing. Don't even think about taking advantage of someone's kindness; that's just wishful thinking.

When the parents-in-law meet their daughter-in-law, they have to kneel down and pay their respects. If the daughter-in-law has a good temper, it's fine, but if she has a bad temper or personality, she'll suffer a lot. Not only will she be allowed to keep several male concubines in the house, but she'll also have to accept the child she has and put it in the family genealogy.

If there is any oversight.

Be careful not to lose your head.

There was a scholar who passed the imperial examination with top honors, achieving great success. However, he was unexpectedly chosen by someone to be the emperor's son-in-law, and the other party relentlessly haunted him for decades, even after his death. This illustrates the pitfalls of royal marriages.

Although Fan Xian considered himself an illegitimate child with a low status, he still had his pride and naturally did not want to live off this miserable gigolo.

That's why we've come to the Royal Villa today to annul the engagement.

He planned to have a private conversation with them.

I'll resolve this privately, and I'm willing to compensate for any losses incurred.

However, Fan Xian never imagined that the fiancée he wanted to break off the engagement with was actually the chicken leg girl he fell in love with at first sight in the temple, which led to a farcical situation.

This is a farce in the mansion.

Outside the royal villa.

Fan Sizhe also followed his older brother's example. Looking at the heroic Ye Ling'er, who had practiced martial arts since childhood, she walked with a brisk and energetic pace. Compared with those girls who were usually demure and gentle, she was completely different and lived out a different kind of personality.

She immediately captivated him.

I want to invite someone to play Pai Gow.

It's the kind of real card game.

As a result, they ran right into someone's line of fire.

Hearing Fan Sizhe's screams and pig-like noises as he was brutally beaten by Ye Ling'er, Zhang Tian wanted to laugh, but he still turned over and sat up in the carriage, after all, he was still on a job that paid her two hundred taels of silver a month.

Ok!

Actually, he was lusting after Ye Ling'er, not for her body, but for her identity. She was a descendant of the Grandmaster Ye Liuyun, who was once a top swordsman. Later, he abandoned swordsmanship and mastered the Liuyun Sanshou, becoming the only Grandmaster who did not rely on Ye Qingmei to achieve his status.

His martial arts talent can be considered the highest.

"stop!"

Zhang Tian jumped off the carriage with his long sword in his arms. His figure appeared like a ghost, and he grabbed Ye Ling'er's hand, startling her.

Fan Sizhe suddenly saw his savior, crawled forward from the ground, grabbed Zhang Tian's leg, and wailed, "Brother! Save me! This crazy woman suddenly appeared out of nowhere and beat my eyes so badly, boohoo..."

His eyes were bruised and marked with fist prints.

Tears streamed down my face from the pain.

They really looked pitiful.

It was even a little comical.

Zhang Tian, ​​who was his teammate, almost couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

Ye Ling'er's eyes were sharp. Seeing someone trying to cause trouble, she forcefully shook off Zhang Tian's hand and then kicked him hard in the chest.

Her flying kicks were fast, powerful, and accurate.

But to his horror, he found that he had kicked nothing at all.

The seemingly young fellow had actually mastered the art of lightness skill, easily dodging the attack and even taking Fan Sizhe with him.

This immediately made Ye Ling'er, who considered herself a master among the younger generation in the capital, somewhat unconvinced. She changed her fist into a palm, and her true energy gathered between her hands. This was the Flowing Cloud Scattered Hand that Ye Liuyun usually taught her.

The moment he made his move, he stirred the surrounding wind. His fingertips stretched forward as if a gentle breeze was swirling around them, transforming into a powerful, piercing gesture.

Hands crossed, palm shadows flashing.

It possesses both strength and gentleness, illusion and reality, like clouds in the sky that can roll, unroll, and transform into wind and rain.

The attacks came relentlessly towards Zhang Tian.

"Wonderful!"

Zhang Tian exclaimed in amazement, his eyes filled with joy. He dodged and weaved like a monkey, but in reality, he was watching his opponent's moves. Every move his opponent made made him nod in admiration.

After dozens of rounds.

He already knew what was going on. Without drawing his longsword, as if a blind cat had stumbled upon a dead mouse, he slashed horizontally. Amidst the shifting clouds and mist, the sword passed through the invisible force and slammed heavily onto Ye Ling'er's shoulder.

Ye Ling'er cried out in pain, her body falling downwards. Her reaction was extremely fast; her palms fluttered like wings, and her body was lifted up like a cloud, drifting away and instantly creating a safe distance.

She was not seriously injured.

Because what hit her shoulder was only the scabbard.

If it's a sharp longsword...

She is now decapitated.

Ye Ling'er stood there blankly, her eyes filled with astonishment, disbelief, and existential doubt. After all, she had always been undefeated among the younger generation in the capital, and even had received guidance from two masters, Ye Zhong and Ye Liuyun. She was a rare seventh-rank master among women.

Now they've used their family's secret techniques.

Yet they were so easily defeated in front of the other side?

And the other person looks younger than me.

Is that right?!

She didn't speak, and then she heard Zhang Tian sighing. His ordinary words turned into invisible swords that pierced through her, making her feel worse than if she were killed.

Zhang Tianruo seemed to savor the moment, "Like clouds drifting in the sky, never dispersing, ever-changing—could this be the legendary Flowing Clouds Dispersing Hand of Grandmaster Ye?"

"Not bad!"

He felt that the Flowing Clouds Scattered Hands could be considered the ultimate skill of Hengshan, an upgraded version of the Thirteen Styles of Ever-Changing Clouds and Mist.

Ye Ling'er was clearly not a grandmaster, only a seventh-rank martial artist, yet she was able to manipulate the changes of heaven and earth with her own body when she used her skills, which already showed that she had surpassed the scope of ordinary martial arts.

It embodies a certain martial arts spirit.

But in the end, it's just a facade; it's a counterfeit.

So Zhang Tian sighed, "It's a pity the people aren't good enough."

Ye Ling'er clenched her fists tightly.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something.

In the end, he said nothing and entered the royal villa without looking back. His steps were unsteady as he turned away, clearly indicating that he was not at peace with himself.

Fan Sizhe was overjoyed to see a deity, instantly transforming into a devoted fanboy. He clung tightly to Zhang Tian's arm, his eyes practically sparkling with excitement. "Brother, you're really amazing! You're so awesome!"

He looked at the other person, who was about the same age as him, but had come out to be a bodyguard, and secretly mocked Fan Xian for being a fool who had been deceived.

And now, as a result, he's made his move.

He easily scared the tigress away.

They didn't even dare to utter a harsh word.

Fan Sizhe chuckled and fawned over him, "Brother, from now on you're my real brother, so you'll follow me around, okay?"

"My brother gives you a monthly salary of two hundred taels."

"That's too little! That's too stingy!"

"I'll give you two hundred and thirty taels, plus bonuses and dividends during holidays and festivals. How about it?"

That's quite a feat.

He was even more generous with money than his brother.

I earned an extra 30 taels of silver every month.

Zhang Tian's expression was strange. Then he watched as Fan Sizhe got kicked. It was Fan Xian who was grabbing Fan Sizhe by the neck from behind and said viciously, "So, you're trying to steal my girl?"

The two brothers bickered for a while.

The group then returned home in the carriage.

Before leaving, Zhang Tian looked back at the Royal Villa, and a better way to obtain the Four Directions Sword Technique flashed through his mind.

That is……

Only a Grandmaster can defeat a Grandmaster!