The rushing Wangyou River flows under Linyuan Peak. May is the rainy season. The rising river water has covered half of the large bluestones on the bank. A petite woman in pink clothes jumped up onto the bluestone with a tap of her toes. A smile bloomed on her face, as beautiful as the peach blossoms in May. Her voice sounded like a silver bell and she said with a smile: "Hurry, Palace Master." Look, there’s a big fish in the river!”
After saying this, the woman in pink clothes looked back. The girl in red clothes, whom she called "Palace Master", had a graceful figure, her steps were floating and her body was nimble. She jumped lightly on the bluestone, and the red gauze on her face did not move at all.
Although the red veil covers her face, the girl in red can't hide her pretty face, especially her smart eyebrows and eyes, which are particularly expressive. Her pair of starry eyes are as clear as water, and her long eyelashes are slightly curled like butterfly wings, and her movements are very charming. Soul.
This person is none other than Yan Yueli, the only daughter of the No. 1 Demon Sect in Cangzhou, Yan Wuming, the leader of the Yan Yue Sect. The disciples of the sect respectfully call her "Palace Master", and she is the "Devil Sect Demon Girl" who is talked about in the world of cultivation.
"More than a year has passed in the blink of an eye. The Jiujie Mountain is like spring all year round and all the birds are singing. The scenery is really great, but compared with Yan Yue Valley, which has four distinct seasons, this place is a little boring."
After Yan Yueli finished speaking, her face looked arrogant, she slightly raised her head and looked around the beautiful mountains and rivers, her eyes closed and she let the breeze blow on her face, ruffling her hair, and her flying dress was like a ball of blooming flames, with a hint of charm in her delicacy.
A man in green waving a black iron fan followed closely behind the two of them. He looked to be only twenty-three-four years old, but he exuded an aura of youth and maturity. He stood on the shore and looked at the towering Lin Yuan Peak not far away, and said plausibly: "Palace Master, you know that the head of Xuhai of the Cangxu Sect defeated Huan Qianqiu, the leader of the Huannie Sect, right here. He was forced to make a vow not to leave Youzhou for ten years, and today is the day to fight again ten years later."
"You're so quick to talk, so the palace master will naturally know such interesting things." The pink-clothed woman's face wrinkled. It's not like the Cangxu sect is carrying the righteous path of the Immortal Sect. If they had taken the opportunity to annihilate the Huanmie Sect ten years ago, they would have been Nothing like today will happen again. However, she was very interested in such lively things as watching other people's misfortunes.
"Interesting? Junior sister Qingxi, do you know how tragic the battle of life and death was ten years ago!" As soon as the hanging iron fan was closed, the man in green had a proud look on his face.
The woman in pink was upset by his noise and lost interest in playing for a while. She angrily stomped her feet and jumped back to the shore. The bluestone under her feet was instantly crushed by her, and she said coquettishly: "Wang Yuanting, shut up, who wants to know this!"
Everyone knows that Yan Yuezong's senior brother Wang Yuanting is a young talent who has perfected the Golden Elixir at the age of twenty-five, but in Shen Qingxi's eyes, he is just a big brother who has loved to quarrel with him since childhood. There was a three-year age difference between the two, and they had completely different temperaments and temperaments. If Shen Qingxi had not only reached the perfection state of expelling objects, she would have argued with the sect master and taken over the important task of protecting the palace master Chu Gu alone.
"Since it's interesting, let's go to the peak and have a look." Yan Yueli's eyes were as bright as a torch, and a trace of interesting smile flashed under her red gauze. As soon as she finished speaking, she had already pulled out the magic weapon Canglan Sword. In the blink of an eye, a faint blue light flashed across the sky, and two breaths later, Yan Yueli had disappeared with her sword.
"It's not good, if the sect master comes out of seclusion and finds out about this..." Wang Yuanting frowned and clenched the black iron fan in his hand, feeling quite troubled by Yan Yueli's whim.
The Cangxu sect's forbidden areas are not allowed to be entered without authorization, and now they go as they please. At this time, he deeply understands the intention of the sect leader's repeated instructions to him before retreating.
"You're the only one who talks a lot!" Shen Qingxi snorted coldly, raised her hand and held out the dark attribute magic weapon Soul Seizing Bell, twisted her waist slightly and jumped up. Upon seeing this, Wang Yuanting quickly threw the Xuan Iron Fan in his hand, and it instantly transformed into its original appearance - the metallic magic weapon Xuan Ming Fan. Two rays of light, one purple and one gold, rushed towards the top of Linyuan Peak.
The two of them chased after each other with their magic weapons, but they could only see Yan Yueli's figure in red from a distance. The two of them were considered outstanding among the disciples of Yan Yue Sect, but they were far inferior to Yan Yueli's cultivation.
Speaking of which, Yan Wugui, the leader of the Yanyue Sect, is a rare prodigy in the world. He has already reached the perfection of Mahayana cultivation in his early fifties. His daughter Yan Yueli is even more astoundingly talented and beautiful, and can be said to be the only one with excellent qualifications in the world. She has already reached the third level of Nascent Soul at the age of eighteen.
"Palace Master, wait for me!" Shen Qingxi was struggling to catch up with the Purple Light Magic Bell. Seeing Wang Yuanting, who was using the fan, leave her behind, she felt a little anxious.
Upon hearing this, Yan Yueli waved her sleeves and stopped in the clouds and mist halfway up the mountain. Just now, she was in a hurry to see the excitement at the peak, but she completely forgot about the two people behind her. The water-attributed Canglan Sword emits a quiet blue light. Yan Yueli stood on the blue light with her hands behind her hands. She smiled wantonly under the red gauze. She lightly opened her red lips and said leisurely: "A duel between masters is inevitably dangerous. Senior Sister Shen has not yet reached the golden elixir." In the meantime, it’s better to wait at the foot of the peak.”
"I..." Shen Qingxi was speechless for a moment, her face flushed red, and she was so ashamed. She only blamed her for being playful and running around instead of concentrating on practice. Now that she is in a state of cultivation, she can't blame others.
"Ha, the Palace Master is right. Junior Sister Qingxi can just wait and see." Wang Yuanting understood and agreed with a smile. Yan Yueli was a little arrogant at a young age, but she took good care of the disciples of the sect. Her words were indeed meant for her. Shen Qingxi thought.
"Yes, I take your orders." Shen Qingxi leaned over and held her hands. When she looked up again, the two of them had disappeared. She was not interested in this summit showdown, but she was worried that Wang Yuanting would be unable to resist Yan Yueli's temper.
