Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 1085 - 562

The Murong brothers suddenly heard the voice of the nun, and were taken aback.

He really shouldn't have been distracted!

Just saw the opponent swipe horizontally with a claw, and the entire space seemed to be torn apart.

Claw marks appeared in the air, intertwined with a winding force.

In an instant, it seemed as if many claws were grabbing out of those marks, intending to tear him apart.

The Murong brothers switched their double blades from attack to defense, quickly dancing them like a closed fortress, but during this transition, he still got hit.

With a rip, his pants were torn open, leaving a clear claw mark on his thigh, and blood immediately oozed out.

"Evil Demons who don't even know 'Kong Shang Hua', this fairy will surely slay!"

Watching the opponent unleash an even more frantic claw skill, the Murong brother suddenly shouted, "Who doesn't understand, I challenge you to ten rounds!"

Upon hearing the challenge to bamboo tiles, the nun's offensive halted abruptly, saying, "You dare to play bamboo tiles with us?"

"Why wouldn't I dare! People call me the 'Gambling Saint, King of Kings', just one gamble will surge to the skies."

The two nuns heard this and said with a skeptical tone, "Is it real?"

"Loser doesn't even wear underwear! Dare or not!"

The Murong brothers suddenly leaned forward, their demeanor robust and fierce.

"Let's gamble!"

As they spoke, the wooden box on the heads of the two nuns rotated, revealing the word "Fragrant", and then said, "Losers not only strip but must offer their hearts!"

The Murong brothers said, "That's fine, but ten rounds aren't enough, at least fifty rounds!"

"Fifty rounds are too many, thirty rounds, we've never gone beyond thirty rounds in bamboo tiles." said the red-head-covered nun.

"Thirty rounds it is!"

"Ning Qing, we will gamble with them!"

The Murong brothers fiercely declared.

The change came too fast, one moment they were fighting for their lives, the next they were ready to play bamboo tiles, Ning Qing was momentarily confused.

But she quickly said, "Gamble then, who fears who! I'm also the 'Gambling Knight, Emperor of Emperors'."

Another nun doubted and said, "You, a woman, what Emperor of Emperors."

"Female Emperor, you understand?"

With that, Ning Qing already sat at the tile table.

Soon after, the Murong brothers and two nuns took their seats.

"Start! Start!"

The nuns urged.

Soon, within the mysterious palace on the snowy peak, came the clear sounds of bamboo tiles clashing.

The whole affair sounded absurd, like a bunch of lunatics.

However, Ziyu, who was herself a lunatic, quickly realized.

She immediately reacted that the Murong brothers were trying to buy time.

And at this moment, with the others absorbed into the bamboo tiles, no one paid attention to her.

Now she had two choices: attack while they were off guard or leave to fetch reinforcements.

Ziyu's first instinct was to attack.

After all, as one of the Female Knights of Yuzhu Manor, she excelled in attacks and enjoyed them, but this time, facing women with boxes on their heads, she lacked confidence.

She even had a faint premonition that an attack would result in her suffering.

Because during the brief confrontation earlier, she had already ascertained the nun's might.

Even if she and Ning Qing were to exert themselves fully, they might find it difficult to defeat even one.

Not to mention the palace surrounded by the kind of moon soil that might spawn new nuns, at that point their three-on-two advantage would vanish completely.

Thus she quickly opted for the second choice.

To fetch reinforcements!

If she brought that person here, the situation would definitely stabilize!

So Ziyu pretended to wander aimlessly here, noticing the two nuns weren't even paying attention to her, then slipped through the door.

From here, she could vaguely hear the sounds of "Clash!", "Hurry up!", "Why are you dragging your feet while playing tiles!"

She knew it was the Murong brothers and Ning Qing delaying.

If thirty rounds are delayed properly, perhaps there's still time.

After all, she knew Duan Yun was fast, known as the quickest in Yuzhu Manor, bar none.

After passing through the doorway, Ziyu burst out at full speed, darting out like a gust of wind.

Just out of the breach, the fairy with the bottle couldn't help but say, "You actually came out!"

"Did you see the Immortal Fairy?"

Ziyu replied, "I did."

"Strange, strange, saw her yet you came out, what's the issue?"

As the fairy with the bottle tried to ask further, she could only see Ziyu's blurry silhouette.

Only seeing Ziyu running swiftly, her legs turning into a series of afterimages.

The path cautiously taken before was left behind in an instant.

Seeing the sharp bend up ahead from which she entered, it was too late to slow down, so she tilted her body, almost pressing half of it to the ground, spinning and gliding over the icy surface in a smooth fashion.

Rumble!

The moment she dashed out of the crack, her ears suddenly flooded with thunderous gusts of wind.

Today's weather was clear, yet the wind remained astonishingly strong.

At this moment, Ziyu no longer worried about the risk of falling off the cliff.

She leapt onto the icy surface, pivoting quickly, barely running vertically on the ice peak.

Then, she let out a loud roar, her thigh muscles instantly filled with True Qi, ripping through her pants.

In the next moment, the ice under her feet shattered, and her whole body shot like a cannonball towards the opposing Youngest Sister Peak.

Ziyu thought such a charge would suffice to leap onto the opposing ice peak, but mid-air, she realized she had ignored the wind.

The horizontal wind caused her soaring body to deviate significantly.

With a glance, the clouds beneath the cliff continued to flow, and her body was about to miss the ice peak.

If this continued, she was destined to fall hard.