Chapter 228 Great Acting
The three people in the car didn't expect that she would dare to lift the curtain directly. Song Bei's pupils shrank and he was stunned for a moment. When he reacted, he immediately wanted to pull Pan Yun away.

But just as he stood up, Zhu Zixun, who was sitting in the middle, sneered and slapped Pan Yun in the face, "Disrespectful boy!"

Pan Yun just tilted his head back slightly, then reached out and patted the car...

Song Bei's face changed drastically, and he shouted, "Wait a minute!"

However, the two air waves had already collided, and with a bang, the air waves were blown away, and the entire carriage was blown away except for the bottom.

The two people on the left and right of the carriage used their internal force to protect their bodies when Zhu Zixun made his move. The moment after Pan Jun made his move, they even increased their internal force output, so the carriage broke into pieces with a bang. Except for Song Bei who fell off the carriage with a thud, the other two were unharmed.

Moreover, not even a speck of sawdust fell on the two of them.

Pan Jun stood beside the carriage, and the broken carriage avoided her, flew into the air, and then fell down with a crackling sound.

The carriage was in good condition, but in an instant everything fell apart except for the bottom of the carriage and the benches stuck under their buttocks.

Zhu Zixun and Pan Yun looked at each other from above, with fire in their eyes.

Pan Yun raised the corner of her mouth under his angry gaze, then she put her right hand on her chest, looked him straight in the eyes and said, "May you be blessed with infinite happiness."

Zhu Zixun felt a surge of anger rushing to his head, and without thinking, he slapped Pan Yun on the head, "You rude boy, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your teacher!"

This time Pan Jun did not fight back, but flew backwards and landed on a truck. She rolled over the hard ground under her feet calmly, smiling, "It seems that this kind man is a good teacher, a good mentor. What a pity, what a pity..."

She clearly didn't curse at anyone, but her mocking expression made Zhu Zixun furious.

He chased after her relentlessly, determined to attack Pan Yun.

This time Pan Jun did not dodge, but went forward head on. The two fought in mid-air, palm to palm, fist to fist, making a loud bang.

Zhu Zixun used 60% of his strength and found that Pan Yun had actually caught his palm and punch techniques, so he increased his internal strength.

When he used all his strength and kicked forward, Pan Yun was able to kick back. The two legs collided in mid-air, and the air waves rolled, causing Zhu Zixun to fly backwards.

Pan Yun also flew backwards. When he was about to steady himself, he saw a truck not far below. His eyes flashed, and he flew backwards with a whoosh, hitting the left side of the carriage with a bang.

The carriage swayed for a moment, and just as it was about to stabilize, Pan Yun was secretly anxious, so he reached out and slapped it hard, and the whole carriage was pulled up along with the sway, and flipped over with a bang, and Pan Yun rolled down among the boxes on the carriage...

When Song Bei was helped to stand up by Ashin, what he saw was the two people's legs colliding in mid-air and both flying backwards.

Zhu Zixun flew backwards, broke a tree, and finally crashed into another tree with a bang, while Pan Yun...

Song Bei's eyes widened, pointing in Pan Yun's direction and shouting, "Quick! Protect the box!"

Even faster than Ashin were Miaozhen and Miaohe. The moment the carriage burst apart, they stood up excitedly and stood on tiptoe to watch the excitement.

When Pan Yunfei got on the truck and started fighting with Zhu Zixun, the two of them only paused for a moment before rushing over.

So when Pan Yun flew backwards and knocked down the truck, the two men had already run over.

They rushed forward to support Pan Yun.

When Pan Yun saw them, her eyes lit up. She grabbed Miaozhen's hand and winked at her.

Miaozhen aimed at a fallen box and used Pan Yun's cover to get close to it. She held the lock, lowered her eyes, concentrated her attention, and poked it gently a few times with a thin wire.

The box clicked open...

Ah Xin had already rushed over with his men. The guards who were originally guarding the trucks were knocked out by the air wave when Pan Yun and Zhu Zixun were fighting, and they were all injured.

Miao He was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead. He simply hugged Pan Yun and cried loudly, "Junior Master, my Junior Master is injured——"

When Pan Yun saw Ah Xin was about to rush over in three or two steps, he thought for a moment and reluctantly slapped himself.

She spat out a mouthful of blood, which sprayed directly onto Ashin who was running towards her.

Miaohe cried out "Wow!" and cried even louder.

She hugged Pan Yun tightly, not letting Ah Xin touch her, and shouted, "You bad guys are bullying the weak, and you beat me up when you can't win over my junior master. Do you have any shame?"

Ah Xin's face turned black, but he could only try his best to comfort him, "Little Taoist priest, let's send Taoist priest Sanzhu to find a doctor. These boxes are too much of a hindrance here."

Miaohe hugged Pan Yun and cried, ignoring him.

Miao Zhen said, "You said they are in the way, can't you move them away? Let me move them, what? Do you think my uncle is young and want to bully him?"

Ah Xin: "That's not what I meant. It will take time to move these boxes. It won't be comfortable for Taoist Sanzhu to lie on the boxes. Why not carry her to the side..."

Miao He finally found the point of quarrel and shouted, "No, you stinky men are not allowed to touch my junior master! And my junior master is injured somewhere now, how can he move easily?"

Song Bei endured the pain and reconnected his dislocated arm. Hearing Miaohe crying so loudly, he thought Pan Yun was dead. He ignored his waist injury and hurried to check with the guard's hand.

The most important thing is to move them away from the box quickly so that no one can notice anything unusual.

Seeing Song Bei approaching step by step, Miao Zhen's forehead was covered with sweat. With his back to the box, he tried hard for a long time and finally reached his hand into the box. As soon as he pressed it in, he felt it was very hard, like iron.

She didn't have time to think about it, she grabbed two or three times and put them into the space of the jade card, then immediately withdrew her hand, opened a small mouth of the box and closed it, she pushed Ah Xin who was about to reach out to hug Pan Yun, and her body fell back on the box, and the lock in the palm of her other hand was hung, turned, and pressed it after aiming at the lock core, and the lock was pressed. Miao Zhen's hands were free, and she immediately pushed Ah Xin angrily with Miao He, "You are not allowed to touch my junior uncle."

Song Bei walked up with a dark face, stepping on a few boxes. "Si Shui, Wu Huo, don't forget that you are employed by me. If you don't obey my orders and damage the goods, can you afford to pay for it?"

Miao Zhen glared at him angrily, "It was that old man who bullied my junior master uncle, causing him to get injured and knocking over the carriage. You didn't go to him to ask for compensation, but came to my junior master uncle instead. Are you bullying us because we are young?"

Song Bei choked when he saw many people looking at him. Even the merchants and travelers following behind him ran up along both sides of the road to watch the fun, but were stopped outside the road by a few guards.

He could only force a smile and comfort her, "You misunderstood. Song is also worried about Taoist Sanzhu. I saw that her face turned pale and she vomited blood. It was obvious that she had internal injuries. There is a doctor in my team. Why don't we send her to the carriage and ask the doctor to treat her."

Miao Zhen: "That's better. My junior master is injured and can't be moved easily. You must be gentle!"

"Okay, okay," Song Bei winked at Ah Xin and said, "Ah Xin is good at martial arts and has great strength. Let him hold Taoist Sanzhu, it will be stable."

Miaohe: "He stinks."

Ashin: ...

Miao Zhen then looked at Ah Xin, frowned, sniffed and said, "No, how long have you not taken a shower?"

Pan Jun also felt disgusted, coughed twice, covered his chest and said weakly: "No, no need, I can walk by myself, I can..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she looked like she was about to faint again.

The young man who was hiding in the crowd and watching the excitement stepped forward and shouted through the guards: "Why not let me do it?"

Pan Yun tilted his head and looked at the young man.

The two looked at each other and saw calmness and self-control in each other's eyes. One was free of pain, and the other was free of worries. But when they looked up again, one's eyes were full of pain, and the other's were full of sorrow.

The young man said, "I ate one of the Taoist priest's buns, so I'm the chief reporter."

Song Bei didn't want to let strangers get close to the box, but he was more afraid of the night being too long and nightmares being brewing. Besides, several people were under his nose at the moment, so he was not afraid of them playing tricks.

But the box was very important and had to be counted immediately, so he nodded and said, "Let him in."

Xue Shao walked in and assured them, "I'm also very stable."

He stepped forward on the boxes, his eyes swept over the locks of several boxes, bent down and gently picked up Pan Yun, and sure enough, she was very steady.

Xue Shao stepped on the box and walked down step by step, steadily and slowly.

Pan Jun coughed a few times and said through his breath: "If you continue to be so slow, Song Bei will doubt you."

Xue Shao then quickened his pace, as if he had found a stable foothold.

Xue Shao held her and asked Song Bei, "Which car should we send her to?"

Song Bei just said he would send her to his car, but Pan Yun said weakly, "I, I want to go back to my own car."

Song Bei said helplessly: "Okay, I'll ask the doctor to take Taoist Sanzhu's pulse."

Xue Shao carried Pan Yun to her car. As they passed by seven trucks, his eyes involuntarily glanced at the trucks beside them until he reached Pan Yun's car.

Pan Yun was placed on the cart, her head resting on Miao He's legs, and she asked in a low voice, "Do these trucks look good?"

Xue Shao took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the corner of her mouth, whispering back: "The fourth car from here and the fifth car from the end in the second half are different from the other cars. Just now when you were fighting, the drivers of these two cars moved them to the side more than ten feet, and the two people in the same car with you teleported to the two cars, and each of them guarded one."

When Pan Jun heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Xue Shao stood up and said softly, "Master, take good care of your wounds. I'm leaving now."

Pan Yun covered his chest and said weakly: "Thank you for your help, kind man. I don't know your name yet, so I can repay you in the future."

Xue Shao said: "My surname is Xue, and my given name is Shao."

"Master Xue, I am Sanzhu."

Xue Shao couldn't help but laugh and asked, "May I know the Taoist priest's last name?"

"I don't have a last name, but my master's last name is Pan."

Xue Shao called her directly, "Master Pan, if you have anything, you can come to me directly. I'm right behind you."

Pan Yun nodded.

Xue Shao turned and left under the gaze of the guards.

Zhu Zixun was also helped back. He also vomited blood. Compared with Pan Yun, his face was as pale as gold paper, and his collar was covered with his own blood.

Xue Shao walked past him, calmly withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes to hide his strange expression, and to be honest, that young Taoist priest was not only good at kung fu, but also had great acting skills.

　good night

　　(End of this chapter)