101: Chase

This monk was also a clean person.

He absolutely couldn't let dust remain on his body.

Seeing this scene, Nan Qingyue was quite helpless.

This monk was even dusting himself off—what time was it?

"Let's discuss this. If you hand over the invitation, I can spare your life," Nan Qingyue panted, gasping for breath.

Nan Qingyue looked very disheveled, but everything she did was for one invitation.

If it weren't for needing to enter the Auction House,

Nan Qingyue wouldn't have exerted herself so much.

"Discuss? This isn't a discussion; you're threatening me," the monk said with displeasure.

The anger in the monk's heart was instantly ignited.

Being chased by a young woman was truly humiliating.

"I'm serious! Hand it over quickly!" Nan Qingyue's face was pale with anger.

At this moment, Nan Qingyue held a longsword, deliberately putting on a fierce and menacing expression.

But facing such a Nan Qingyue,

the monk suddenly smiled, "You really want this invitation?"

As he spoke, the monk pulled something from his robe.

The invitation was golden, even adorned with gold foil.

It looked very valuable.

"Yes, that's what I want. Alright, I'm not some demon. Leave the invitation, then you can go. I won't kill you," Nan Qingyue declared grandiosely.

But after hearing this,

the monk became displeased, his face darkening.

Suddenly, a cold glint flashed in the monk's eyes; he seemed to have an idea.

"You're not wrong, but why should I give you the invitation?" the monk coldly demanded.

"What? What else do you want?!" Nan Qingyue's face was grim as she questioned him.

If this monk didn't cooperate, there was only one solution.

That was to snatch the invitation from his hands.

By then,

whether the monk was willing or not, the invitation had to be in her possession.

"But I don't want to give it to you," the monk deliberately provoked.

The monk had traveled the pugilistic world for many years; he wasn't a novice.

Now that his path was blocked, the monk was unwilling to yield.

"You won't give it to me? Then there's no choice. I'll just have to take your life," Nan Qingyue said with a dark expression.

At this moment, observing Nan Qingyue's serious expression, one could tell

Nan Qingyue wasn't joking.

Earlier, Nan Qingyue's words were serious; she truly intended to take the monk's life.

And just then,

Nan Qingyue suddenly drew her longsword. She stepped forward, heading straight for the monk.

Nan Qingyue's explosive power was immense; in the blink of an eye, she was in front of the monk.

The longsword hummed in the air.

"Damn it, you're not playing fair!" the monk cursed.

"I wasn't even ready, and you attacked. Don't you know that's a sneak attack?"

"You have no integrity!"

"Is this how your master taught you?"

The monk's face was grim, his expression ugly.

Facing such a scene, the monk remained calm.

It wasn't that the monk wasn't afraid, but rather, only by remaining calm could he find another way to avoid the attack.

"Stinking bald donkey! Don't talk nonsense!" Nan Qingyue cursed.

"My Master is the most powerful person in the world."

"If you spout any more nonsense, I'll rip your mouth open!"

Nan Qingyue roared, and at that moment, she swung the longsword in her hand, charging forward once more.

Bang.

Clang, clang.

With a series of crisp sounds,

the monk suddenly exerted force, swinging his staff.

The monk struck the longsword fiercely, forcing Nan Qingyue back several steps.

And just then,

the monk's lips curved, revealing a playful smile.

"You say your Master is very powerful, but why don't you have him come out?"

"You're about to be beaten to death by me, and your Master doesn't even dare to show his face?"

"What kind of Master is that!"

The monk spoke boastfully.

And these words precisely enraged Nan Qingyue.

Li Changfeng held an extremely high position in Nan Qingyue's heart and was her dearest person.

The monk's words precisely ignited the anger in Nan Qingyue's heart.

Nan Qingyue could no longer hold back; she roared, brandishing her longsword, and charged forward again, "Stinking bald donkey, cease your nonsense!"

Nan Qingyue stepped forward, the longsword in her hand like the brush of a judge of the underworld; whoever she decreed to die today would not live to see tomorrow.

Just at this moment,

the monk reacted quickly. He lightly tapped his toes, and his entire body soared into the air.

The monk thus landed on the rooftop under Nan Qingyue's gaze, looking down at her.

"Little girl, you'd be centuries too early to kill me! I won't easily fall into your hands!" the monk said, extremely pleased with himself.

"Bald donkey, if you have the guts, come down here, and I'll beat you to death!" Nan Qingyue roared, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

"Why should I come down? If you have the guts, you come up!" the monk laughed wildly.

Upon hearing this,

Nan Qingyue gritted her teeth, feeling extremely unwilling.

Then, Nan Qingyue stomped her foot, exerting all her strength, attempting to ascend.

But just at this moment,

Bang.

With a loud crash,

the monk fell heavily to the ground.

The monk slowly opened his eyes; he didn't even know how he had fallen.

"Bald donkey, let's see where else you can run!" Nan Qingyue snorted coldly.

At this moment,

Nan Qingyue was not at all polite. She extended her hand and directly pressed the longsword against the monk's vital throat.

As long as the monk dared to move, Nan Qingyue would not hesitate to thrust the longsword in.

Actually, Nan Qingyue was also curious: how did this monk fall?

Just now, this monk had been so arrogant.

"You're still running! Run again and let me see!" Nan Qingyue deliberately put on a fierce and menacing expression.

And just then,

Nan Qingyue looked up, scanning her surroundings.

After confirming that the area was relatively safe, Nan Qingyue also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Little ancestor, I won't run anymore, I won't run anymore. Please put away your sword!" the monk gasped, trying to calm himself down.

After a long while,

the monk sighed. He looked up at Nan Qingyue.

"What exactly do you want?"

"We have no grievances or enmities between us!"

"Why are you chasing me?"

The monk was puzzled; he also wanted to know why Nan Qingyue kept pursuing him!

"Didn't I say it already? I want the invitation on you. As long as you hand it over, I guarantee I won't kill you!" Nan Qingyue held her head high, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

But after hearing this,

the monk hesitated, after all, this invitation was also very important to him.

"But, little ancestor, can we discuss this?" the monk asked cautiously.

"Discuss what!" Nan Qingyue snorted coldly.