Courtyard House: My Wife is Xu Huizhen

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There was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, his hands were behind his back, and the vitality in his body was like a nimble snake, swimming freely, as if announcing to those around him that this duel was no suspense.

But just when he was sure of victory and even began to plan the glory after victory, an unexpected change suddenly occurred.

An invisible ripple seemed to spread in the air, and then a strange and cold force rushed towards Zhao Yaojie's lower abdomen like lightning.

The dantian, which was originally filled with vigorous vitality, and whose vital energy was as active as a living thing, and could be driven by his mind and controlled like a galloping horse, seemed to be shrouded by an indestructible dark barrier in an instant. The familiar vital energy was instantly locked in a dark cage where one could not see one's hand in front of one's face.

Zhao Yaojie was shocked and subconsciously tried to mobilize his vital energy, but found that he had lost all sense of it, as if a thick barrier completely separated him from the core source of power in his body.

This sudden change was like a towering building that had cost countless efforts to build, but in an instant it lost its foundation deep underground. It collapsed with a loud bang, accompanied by an earthquake, leaving behind only panic and helplessness.

In just this moment, so short that it could be almost ignored, it seemed as if there were a pair of invisible giant hands between heaven and earth, wantonly fiddling with the source of power in his body.

The inner strength that was originally as powerful and majestic as the deep sea, was like a flood that broke through the dam, pouring madly into the unknown abyss.

His strength was like a waterfall hanging high in the sky, cascading down at a dizzying speed.

When he was a master of the realm of transformation, the powerful aura emanating from his body was enough to change the weather and silence the world. But now it has disappeared like a dream bubble.

In a blink of an eye, he plummeted from the awe-inspiring peak of the Transformation Realm to the ordinary Ming Jin realm, as if he had fallen from the clouds into hell. The huge gap filled his eyes with disbelief and deep confusion.

"Puff!" An extremely dull sound, like the death knell from the Nine Nether Hell, echoed mercilessly between heaven and earth, just like the cold and cruel verdict of fate.

Zhao Yaojie suddenly felt a strong fishy and sweet smell, like a turbulent undercurrent surging wildly in the depths of his throat.

Immediately afterwards, a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out of his mouth like an arrow shot from a bow, carrying with it endless power.

The blood drew a dazzling arc in the air, and under the sunlight, it reflected a terrifying and strange red light, like an evil flower blooming in a desperate situation but carrying a deadly breath.

At the same time, his body seemed to be hit hard by an invisible and powerful force, and he retreated backwards completely uncontrollably.

This retreat was several times faster than his previous attack, which was as swift as a tiger or leopard pouncing on its prey.

At this moment, he was like a kite whose wings and string were broken by the violent storm. He was swaying in the strong wind and flying backwards uncontrollably.

"Plop." Zhao Yaojie's body fell straight down the steps of the villa like a kite with a broken string, and hit the ground heavily.

The solid ground seemed to have turned into a soft swamp. His legs went weak, his knees suddenly bent, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

His body was trembling slightly, his hair was messy and stuck to his sweaty cheeks, his eyes were full of disbelief and shock, and his pupils were slightly dilated due to extreme astonishment.

His mind was in turmoil, with countless thoughts flashing through his mind. He couldn't understand how the situation could suddenly reverse in such a short moment, and how all this happened.

At this moment, Lin Wanting, who was standing aside, had her eyes wide open like copper bells, and the surprise on her face had reached the extreme.

From the moment He Yuzhu stepped into this luxurious villa, her eyes were drawn to it as if by a magnet, and she never shifted her focus away from this thrilling confrontation.

In her eyes, He Yuzhu was like a lone boat, struggling and in a miserable state under Zhao Yaojie's fierce attack like surging waves.

Every time Zhao Yaojie flashed and swung his fists and feet like lightning, it hit her heart like a heavy hammer, making her more and more certain that He Yuzhu was one undoubted step closer to the abyss of failure.

However, just when she was certain that the winner had been decided and that the competition was over, in a flash, the situation suddenly changed like a raging tsunami, setting off earth-shaking storms.

Senior brother Zhao Yaojie, who had been in the upper hand on the court with his fierce offensive, suddenly became disorganized and staggered. At this moment, he was like a stray dog ​​running around with its tail between its legs, and was defeated in a very miserable way.

This scene was completely different from the scene she had repeatedly imagined in her mind before the game.

She seemed to be frozen in place by a spell, her eyes wide open, her feet rooted to the ground, her eyes filled with a thick, inextricable disbelief, as if everything before her was just a bizarre and absurd dream.

Her lips trembled slightly uncontrollably, and as they opened and closed, it seemed as if thousands of words were swirling on the tip of her tongue, but the sudden shock choked her throat so tightly that she couldn't utter a single word.

Her hands unconsciously covered her mouth, her nails almost digging into her palms, but she didn't feel any pain at all. She was completely immersed in this huge shock and couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.

She stood frozen in place, her feet seemingly nailed to the ground, unable to move, like a statue suddenly frozen in time and covered in dust.

Her eyes were empty and blank, like a deep pool, without any focus, just staring straight at Zhao Yaojie at the bottom of the stairs.

At this moment, Zhao Yaojie's hair was scattered messily on his forehead, blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, and his clothes were tattered. His miserable appearance was like an extremely sharp and cold dagger, piercing straight into her heart, causing her heart-wrenching pain.

Then, her gaze mechanically turned and slowly turned to He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu looked calm, his face as usual, his posture as straight as a pine tree, and he stood there calmly.

The fierce fight just now, which was so thrilling and even seemed to change the color of the world, seemed to be just a piece of cake for him, as easy as brushing away a piece of dust that accidentally fell on his shoulder, without leaving any trace.

This extremely strong, almost world-shaking contrast was like a sudden bolt of lightning that cut through the dark night sky, striking Lin Wanting's mind with a "swish", instantly causing her brain to go blank.

At this moment, all the surrounding sounds were quietly isolated.

The breeze gently rustled through the leaves, which should have made a pleasant rustling sound, but at this moment it seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier; the faint bird calls coming from afar, the clear and melodious sound seemed to have never existed.

At this moment, it seemed as if the only two people left in her world were the two people in front of her, one in a mess, the other calm and composed. Her heart was filled with complex emotions of endless confusion and deep shock, which made her heart churn and mixed.

After a long, long time, Lin Wanting finally came back to her senses slowly and with difficulty from this brief but seemingly endless trance.

Her eyes gradually focused, her thoughts tangled in her mind like a tangled mess, and she belatedly began to sort out the ins and outs of the matter in her mind.

Originally, in her deeply rooted cognition, He Yuzhu was just a simple-minded, strong-limbed young man who only knew how to act recklessly and impulsively based on his passion, and would go to his death without caring about the consequences.

However, at this moment, when she calmed down and thought back, she was shocked to realize that before stepping into this door, He Yuzhu must have thought carefully for countless days and nights.

In those days, he might be alone in a dim room, facing a table full of maps and notes, repeatedly weighing and considering every word, breaking down every detail and carefully planning every move.

He carefully considered all possible situations, from the opponent's deadly moves to the subtle terrain of the venue, and repeatedly deduced them in his mind until he constructed a comprehensive and foolproof response plan. Only then did he have the confidence to come alone and fearlessly to challenge.

When he stepped through the door, the confidence and composure that naturally emanated from him, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, and his eyes were as firm as iron, were definitely not something that an unprepared, reckless and impulsive person could fake.

He Yuzhu is like a top hunter lurking in the deep darkness, having experienced countless life-and-death games. The sophistication accumulated over the years makes every subtle move of his like a carefully crafted chess game, hiding subtle mysteries.

He held his breath, his figure blending quietly with the shadows around him. Only his eyes, like lone stars in the cold night, were as sharp as torches, not missing any slight movement, and always alert.

He knew very well that in this duel between masters, impatience was a deadly poison, so he waited in endless silence, with a patience as firm as a rock, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike a fatal blow and decide the outcome.

Just now, that lightning-fast moment, as fleeting as a meteor across the night sky, was like a ray of dawn, and it was exactly the opportunity he had been thinking about and dreaming of day and night.

In an instant, a cold light flashed in He Yuzhu's eyes, and he attacked without hesitation. His whole body was like an arrow shot from a bow, and his movements were as swift as a cheetah pouncing on its prey. With an indomitable momentum, he hit the target accurately and without error, vividly demonstrating his astonishingly powerful strength, as well as his resolute and unquestionable heroic spirit.

However, Lin Wanting was not completely desperate.

Her gaze seemed to be pulled by a silk thread, slowly moving away from Zhao Yaojie's painful and almost twisted body.

In an instant, a flash of inspiration flashed through her mind like lightning, and she suddenly remembered that her master Zhao Yunhai was meditating at home at the moment.

Master Zhao Yunhai is a well-known figure in this world of mixed people, and his strength is unfathomable.

Chapter 617

In the past, he had left behind many glorious achievements in the disputes among the martial arts world. Every battle was thrilling, and his stories were passed on repeatedly by the people in the martial arts world, just like the bright stars hanging high in the night sky of the martial arts world, so dazzling that anyone who heard about it, whether they were in the black or white world, would be in awe.

Lin Wanting was certain that as long as her master came out of seclusion, no matter how powerful He Yuzhu's current methods and abilities were, he would be no match for her master and would have no chance of winning.

Thinking of this, Lin Wanting's dim eyes, like cold stars that had been obscured by haze for a long time, slowly lit up in the dead silence, rekindling a glimmer of hope.

The flame was like a candle flickering in the cold wind. Although it was weak, it beat tenaciously and unyieldingly in this inky dark and oppressive atmosphere, trying its best to dispel the dead silence around it.

She subconsciously bit her lower lip tightly, like a trapped beast unwilling to be at the mercy of its fate. Her lips turned a sickly pale color due to excessive force, and almost bled.

At this moment, her body was tense, and her whole body was like a bowstring stretched to the limit, creaking and on the verge of breaking. Every inch of her muscle and every nerve expressed her inner tension and anticipation.

Her heart and eyes were filled with eager anticipation for the master's appearance. In this helpless and desperate situation, the master had become her last straw, the only ray of hope that penetrated the thick clouds and spread into the abyss, carrying her belief in life and endless desire for liberation.

Master Zhao Yunhai is a legendary figure who is well-known and renowned in the cultivation world.

The path of cultivation is like rowing against the current, long and arduous, full of thorns and bumps.

Countless times, he was in desperate situations, on the verge of life and death, but with his iron-like perseverance, he forged ahead through hardships, leaving a deep mark with every step he took.

After countless days and nights of hard work and practice, he finally reached the pinnacle of the realm of transformation.

The peak of this state of transformation is like a towering and dangerous peak that pierces the clouds and rises into the sky. It is surrounded by clouds and mist, and is steep and rugged, which makes countless practitioners afraid.

On this long journey of cultivation, many practitioners have exhausted their entire lives and pursued it hard, but they can only wander at the foot of the mountain and can never catch up with the goal in their entire lives.

However, Zhao Yunhai stood firmly on this peak, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his eyes deep, looking down at all things in the world quietly, and understanding the changes between heaven and earth.

He seemed to be surrounded by a layer of mysterious and ethereal light, which flickered faintly, just like the dreamy mist in the mountains in the early morning, rising and spreading gently. It seemed soft and intangible, but it was real and clear, as if you could touch it with your hand.

This light is a generous gift from the long years. After countless days and nights, he practiced diligently in the quiet mountains and forests and in the depths of ancient caves, and only then did he accumulate insights and insights bit by bit and finally laid down such a profound foundation.

It is a silent display of its powerful strength. Without saying much, it can make people around it truly feel the oppressive feeling that comes at them like a tidal wave, as if there is an invisible towering mountain, pressing heavily on everyone's hearts.

At this moment, he is like a butterfly struggling in a cocoon, about to break out of it. Every inch of his skin and every pore exudes a vigorous breath that is ready to burst out of the cocoon.

He could clearly sense that the mysterious and powerful door to the Baodan realm had opened slightly not far away, revealing an alluring light.

As long as he crosses this threshold, it will undoubtedly be a milestone of great significance on Zhao Yunhai's path of cultivation, indicating that he will possess even more magnificent and amazing power.

At that time, his prospects for cultivation will suddenly become clear and vast, just like a turbulent, boundless ocean, containing endless opportunities and unknowns, quietly waiting for him to bravely explore and conquer with all his strength.

In contrast, at the moment, He Yuzhu is like a mad beast, making things out of control.

There was a fierce light flashing in his eyes, and he attacked without mercy. His fists were whistling, and each move was filled with a tremendous force, pouring down on Zhao Yaojie like a violent storm.

But in the blink of an eye, Zhao Yaojie was blown away like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground.

At this time, Zhao Yaojie's face was distorted and he was rolling on the ground in pain. Every difficult roll was accompanied by a muffled groan from deep in his chest.

The groan was low and suppressed, as if a soul crushed by pain was roaring in despair.

Blood gushed out from the hideous wounds on his body, like a rushing and surging stream in the mountains.

The bright red blood spread rapidly on the rough ground, soaking the ground wherever it passed. In the blink of an eye, large and shocking blood stains appeared.

A pungent smell of blood filled the air, so strong that it made people's breathing difficult and almost nauseous.

The entanglements of the past are already buried deep in the heart, just waiting for the opportunity to explode.