"My spiritual pet."
Yan Yun explained, after all, it would not be good for such a small dog to eat Bigu Pill all the time.
"You know how to chat..."
Qiao Yunxi was stunned for a moment, then she pouted dissatisfiedly, "You give such a good thing to a dog, why not give it to me."
Yan Yun on the side frowned, feeling strange.
Qiao Yunxi also realized why she felt like she was competing with the dog for food...
"Okay, but you have to wait a moment, I haven't finished baking yet."
Qiao Yunxi mentioned this, and Yan Yun was too embarrassed to refuse.
"Actually, that's not what I meant..."
Qiao Yunxi, who was trying to save her, showed an awkward but polite smile.
Half an hour later, she watched Qiao Yunxi, a beautiful woman, chewing rabbit meat without any image. The most terrifying thing was.
She actually brought her own sauce...
Yan Yun seriously suspected that she came to the back mountain to look for food, but he just happened to meet her.
Qiao Yunxi wiped her mouth gracefully after eating, "Your skills are good, I'm very satisfied."
Then he glanced at the Changle Sect clothes she was wearing and said, "Would you like to come to our Hehuan Sect? I will accept you as a disciple. I have 7749 beauties under my sect..."
"..."
Yan Yun froze behind him and started to get scared. What should he do?
"Are you not satisfied?"
Seeing her bad expression, Qiao Yunxi glared at her.
"satisfy."
Yan Yun's face dropped, did she dare to say she was dissatisfied?
By the time she returned to Linshui Residence, it was completely dark.
There was no way, Qiao Yunxi had been grinding her away for a very long time. If she hadn't run so fast...
She took Spring to the bamboo forest behind, and then gave it roasted rabbit meat. Seeing its cheerful appearance, she felt a little better for no reason.
She was ranked very early in the competition for the next day, so she arrived at Fengyuntai early.
She was still sitting obediently in the audience, waiting for the game to start.
"The next match will be between Changle Sect Yanyun and Fengming Sect Zhou Juran."
"It's you."
She was a little surprised when she saw Zhou Juran, she didn't expect such a coincidence.
"I advise you to surrender as soon as possible, so as not to disgrace your Changle Sect."
Looking at the thin and frail Yan Yun, Zhou Juran's eyes flashed with contempt. She must have been lucky enough to win against Shang Wen yesterday.
He must give her some color today!
"Please enlighten me."
She didn't want to talk nonsense with him, it was so pointless.
Zhou Juran seemed to want a quick victory, and he used a big killing move right from the start.
He raised his hand and gathered his spiritual power in the palm of his hand, and a half-human fireball headed towards Yan Yun with the force of a prairie fire.
Alarm bells blared in Yan Yun's mind. This Zhou was actually different from Shang Wen. He was capable.
The firelight made her face flush.
The sword in her hand was swinging very fast, and now she had the advantage of swinging the sword 20,000 times a day.
Zhou Juran watched helplessly as the sword flew away as she flipped her wrist.
The fireball was extinguished little by little under her sword, and the sword was burning hot.
And this series of actions only takes half a breath!
He formed a seal with his hands, and a steady stream of fire waves gathered, hitting Yan Yun one by one.
Yan Yun felt the burning sensation in his palm, raised his hand and swung his sword, forcibly cutting off the waves of fire!
Zhou Ju didn't give her any chance to breathe, and fired another fierce wave of fire with her backhand.
Only half an hour left...
The speed of her sword swing also slowed down, and this subtle change fell in his eyes.
"You surrender now..."
Taking advantage of the moment he spoke, Yan Yun seized the opportunity and opened the way with his sword without fear of death.
He saw the waves of fire burning her clothes, and he also saw her kill herself from the waves of fire in front of him.
Yan Yun pursed his lips, his eyes grew darker, and his sword-wielding hand became faster and faster.
There were blisters on the palm of her hand, and they were scratched under her constant swing of the sword. The sharp pain did not distract her.
Zhou Ju secretly thought it was not good and quickly cast a protective spell to block her out.
She noticed his movements, stopped swinging her sword, and bumped into him quickly and hard.
"..."
Zhou Juran's eyes were complicated, and he fell to the ground directly after being hit by her, in a miserable state.
He quickly got up, narrowly dodged Yan Yun's stabbing sword, and kept retreating to distance himself.
Since Yan Yun had the initiative, it was naturally impossible for him to avoid it.
A violent stream of air rushed straight from her sword towards Zhou Juran, instantly closing the distance between the two and knocking him to the ground again.
Zhou Juran gritted his teeth and stood up with a crocodile kick. He clenched his fists. His spiritual power was too much consumed in the first half.
Relying on being taller than Yan Yun, while avoiding her sword, he gathered his spiritual power in his hand and struck her near the temple.
Zhou Ju's movements were too fast and too fierce. For a moment, Yan Yun felt that his mind was blank and the world was full of noise.
He took advantage of the moment she lost control and kicked her hard to the audience.
She slid down sharply on the rough ground, grabbing her hands on the floor and barely stopping herself.
She was in so much pain that she couldn't straighten her back and curled up on the ground.
"I told you a long time ago, you are just a loser who can't even hold a sword..."
But soon, under Zhou Juran's shocked eyes, Yan Yun endured the pain and stood up again.
There was only one thought in her mind, she wanted to win.
She could no longer hold the sword with one hand, and her palm was already rotten and bleeding.
She was seen holding the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and launched an even more violent and crazy attack on Zhou Juran than before.
No matter how hard Zhou Juran hit her, she would stand up again and charge forward.
The last sword, subduing the tiger and subduing the dragon!
The moment the sword fell, she finally forced him off the stage.
"The game is over. In the second game, Changle Sect Yanyun wins."
It wasn't until he heard the game was over that Zhou actually realized that he had lost!
He couldn't believe it. He fell stupidly down the stage and looked up at the little girl standing on the stage against the light.
Everyone around was stunned, and they didn’t know who had started. Warm applause resounded throughout Fengyuntai.
And these applauses reminded him loudly and brightly again that he had lost, to an opponent he thought he could definitely win...
The little girl looked at him condescendingly, with an indifferent expression, "Useless trash."
She returned these words to him, word for word, intact.
In an instant, various complex emotions of anger, shame, and embarrassment surged into Zhou Juran's heart. He was so angry that he spit out blood and fell to the ground.
"Senior brother! Senior brother..."
Feng Mingzong saw that the situation was not good and quickly went up to help him.
"You, Changle Sect, are going too far!"
"I'm just saying a few words to you, why bother fussing about it? It's really immeasurable..."
"waste."
Yan Yun, who had just come down, glanced at the speaker with a lukewarm look, then scolded him together.
"You! Why are you still swearing?"
The man was angry and stepped forward to ask for an explanation.
"I'm just saying a few words to you, why bother with it? I really have no measure..."
She glanced at him faintly and returned what he just said intact, which almost made the man furious.
(End of chapter)
