General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming novel Chapter 1372

Chapter 1372: Wuhu Legion

Editor: Atlas Studios

Senior Brother Qian Yao leaped and blocked Chen Yu.

Ghostfear carried Ling Yun and quickly rushed towards the top of the mountain with Wei Ting.

Liu Zhen’er looked at Senior Brother Qian Yao coldly. “Aren’t you the disciple who was injured and withdrew from the competition before going on stage? You’re not capable, but you’re quite bold!”

Senior Brother Qian Yao said calmly, “This little ability of mine is enough to deal with the two of you!”

Liu Zhen’er snorted. “How arrogant!”

She slashed at Senior Brother Qian Yao.

To Liu Zhen’er’s surprise, Senior Brother Qian Yao actually easily caught her sword.

She frowned and turned her wrist to slash the other party’s neck again.

Senior Brother Qian Yao blocked her wrist with a backhand and knocked her elbow.

Her arm went numb and she dropped her weapon.

Seeing that something was wrong, Chen Yu immediately used his qinggong to pull Liu Zhen’er ten feet away.

Liu Zhen’er gasped. “Fourth Senior Brother…”

Chen Yu looked at Senior Brother Qian Yao with a deep gaze. “You’re not his match. I’ll fight you.”

The first sentence was for Liu Zhen’er, and the second sentence was for Senior Brother Qian Yao.

Senior Brother Qian Yao said, “Okay.”

Chen Yu said coldly, “If you lose, I’ll arrest you and put you in the Assassin Alliance’s death cell.”

Senior Brother Qian Yao said, “What if you lose?”

Chen Yu said, “I’ll pretend I haven’t seen you guys today.”

Liu Zhen’er’s expression changed slightly. “Fourth Senior Brother! There must be a trap for them to come to the Assassin Alliance!”

Wei Liulang, who was fighting with the Thousand-faced Langjun, shouted, “Fraud! I said I was here to help you! Your master is about to be assassinated! Hurry up and stop him!”

Liu Zhen’er snorted. “You’re the assassins!”

He couldn’t explain it clearly. He could only fight.

Wei Liulang fought with Thousand-faced Langjun, Ning Rufeng, and Jing Yi.

Chen Yu also began the battle with Senior Brother Qian Yao.

In the past two months, Jiang Guanchao’s disciples had not gone out to accept missions. Other than taking turns to go down the mountain to buy medicine, they had been in seclusion practicing martial arts for the rest of the time.

Everyone’s strength increased greatly.

If they had encountered Liu Zhen’er and Chen Yu today when they saved Su Xuan that day, they might not have been so successful.

“Eldest Senior Brother! Be careful!”

Wei Liulang was shocked by the exchange between the two of them. He was only half an inch away when Chen Yu’s sword pierced Senior Brother Qian Yao’s arm.

However, Senior Brother Qian Yao did not panic at all.

Everything seemed to be within his expectations.

He suddenly turned his body and grabbed Chen Yu’s wrist. He changed the hilt of his sword from his right hand to his left and broke Chen Yu’s sword!

Chen Yu was shocked.

His left hand… was actually more powerful than his right hand!

He slapped Senior Brother Qian Yao.

Senior Brother Qian Yao pushed him away nimbly. “You’re the first person to force me to use my left hand.”

Chen Yu was not the most powerful disciple under Jiang Guanchao.

He was convinced of how powerful the Assassin Alliance was.

A trace of surprise flashed across Liu Zhen’er’s eyes.

Ever since his master returned from his injury, Fourth Senior Brother had been diligently practicing martial arts. He was the one who had improved the most among all his senior brothers and junior brothers.

Unexpectedly, his weapon was broken by Yun Shuang’s eldest disciple.

She frowned and said, “Fourth Senior Brother, let me help you!”

Chen Yu said calmly, “No need. This is a duel between him and me!”

The Assassin Alliance had a strict hierarchy. She had to listen to her senior brother.

She turned to look at her seventh and eighth junior brothers and decided to help them eliminate the other two people from the Hundred Flowers Palace.

Ning Rufeng was fighting openly, but he was actually holding back. Just as he was about to exhaust Thousand-faced Langjun’s stamina, Liu Zhen’er joined in.

Ning Rufeng gritted his teeth.

She couldn’t help. She really couldn’t help.

“Aiya—”