"You little brat, you're really stubborn!"
The woman moved forward to slap her.
Although Er Liang had not practiced any Cultivation Technique, he had learned swordsmanship from Yan Changqing. In the instant the woman's slap came, he blocked her palm with his hand as if it were a sword, and then cautiously stepped back.
The woman, whose palm had missed, was stunned and incredulously swung her slap again, still missing her target.
"Are you two made of wood?"
The woman said angrily to the two men.
The two big men clenched their fists and were about to step forward when suddenly a stone shot through the air, striking the right ear of the forefront big man and immediately causing flesh to tear and blood to splatter.
In pain, the burly man could not help but let out a piercing scream.
The crowd paused and turned to look.
At the end of the alley, a young girl stood quietly.
She had two long swords hanging at her waist, her expression as cold as frost.
"Que'er!"
