Meng Fuyao was startled.
Then she sneered and said, "Changsun Wuji, you can't be so careless if you want to shirk responsibility. This is the Wuzhou Continent. You are the prince of a country, and she is the princess of a country. With her status, if it is not true, she can face a stranger. Someone said she was your fiancée?"
The more she thought about it, the more absurd she felt, she smiled sharply, stretched out her hand to grab Changsun Wuji's arm, and opened her mouth viciously to bite.
"Bite to death you, the number one old man in the Wuzhou Continent who is full of absurd words, black heart and lungs, who knows what it means to be raped by the prince..."
The eldest grandson Wuji let her bite and smiled: "Oh, it hurts."
It hurt his hair, but Meng Fuyao couldn't bite down at all. Changsun Wuji's skin didn't have the texture of Zhan Beiye's iron, but his real power flowed everywhere. , She rubbed her sour teeth, shook off Changsun Wuji's hand resentfully, and scolded: "You think she is a nympho, regardless of honor, face, status, and status, she grabs a man and says she is his fiancee..."
"She's a nympho."
A simple sentence was more horrifying than a thunder, Meng Fuyao jumped up immediately, and even his voice changed, "What?"
Changsun Wuji turned his head, and it was only an hour difference, but he suddenly looked a bit haggard, his face was pale under the moonlight, translucent like jade, and said lightly, "Folian, she is not a normal woman."
Meng Fuyao stared at him, didn't notice his expression, was stunned by those words, and said in a daze, "How to say?"
"It should be said that Folian is not a woman who can be judged by the mind and behavior of ordinary women in Wuzhou Continent. She looks graceful, but in fact she is extremely paranoid. Most of her beliefs in Buddhism are just to adjust her mind." Changsun Wuji frowned and said, "I I still like to call her Feng Jingfan, Feng Jingfan was indeed engaged to me, and I used a painting of Xuanji painted by myself as a betrothal gift, but later, I broke off the engagement."
"ah?"
"It took a lot of trouble for me to retire the marriage. At that time, the emperor was seriously ill, the country was not stable, and all the officials were in a state of panic. I was still young at that time, and I hadn't yet managed to convince the people. Fufeng, the neighboring country, was still eyeing me. I planned to When I went to Fufeng to solve the foreign troubles, my father worried about offending Xuanji at this time, whether Xuanji would join forces with Fufeng to deal with Wuji, but at that time I insisted on retiring the engagement, and resorted to some means to force the Lord Xuanji to finally agree, but he proposed to me A request."
"Um?"
"He said that since childhood, Feng Jingfan had a different temperament and had a deep-rooted love for me. If I don't want to marry, the public resignation is such a blow, I am afraid that it will hurt her life, so I only agreed to secretly resign. When Feng Jingfan is older When you are in better health, and you have found your favorite person, you can announce it to the princess, and before that, please keep it secret for the sake of Feng's face and the princess's life."
"You agreed?"
"One is because the country's affairs were unstable at that time, and it was not appropriate to offend Xuanji again; the other was that I was still young at the time, and felt that the fault was my fault, and the princess was also pitiful. She couldn't be a woman, so she should be borne by a man, so I agreed. , just asked to return the Xuanji map."
"Return?"
"No?" The eldest grandson Wuji smiled a little coldly, "Master Xuanji has many excuses. First, she said that the picture is with the princess, and she cherishes it very much. If she asks for it rashly, it will hurt her life. Later, she said that the picture is missing and is not in the palace. You must find it for me, but in the end, after looking for it for many years, I still haven't been able to see the shadow."
Meng Fuyao bit her finger in a daze, half believing it or not, and asked again, "Feng Jingfan really doesn't know that you have divorced?"
"I don't think so." Changsun Wuji replied, "I tested her, and judging by her appearance, she should know something, but she pretended not to know."
Meng Fuyao murmured, "You're twenty-six years old and haven't gotten married yet, and she's not too young, so she'd rather waste time like this, could it be that she's waiting for your change of heart?"
The eldest grandson Wuji smiled and said nothing, it was a tacit agreement.
Meng Fuyao scratched his face, thinking it's no wonder Changsun Wuji didn't mention this matter, so he didn't have the concept of fiancée in his heart at all, and then thought of a question, "You still haven't said why you want to divorce?"
The eldest grandson Wuji fell silent, and answered for a while, "What I met was not human."
"Nonsense!" Meng Fuyao always reacted very quickly, "Don't use your thoughts about me as an excuse, when you asked to divorce, you hadn't seen me yet."
"That engagement was a mistake." Changsun Wuji looked at her deeply, "Since it was wrong, it must be corrected no matter what."
Meng Fuyao grinned, and said, "Isn't it your fault that you met me... Forget about this, by the way, so you are the real martial arts arbitrator, so I heard from Yunhen that you made a fuss at the border of Tiansha I didn’t have time to ask him about the play, so it’s the same to ask you now, what’s the good show?”
"Didn't you just want to send someone back who made you jealous?" Changsun Wuji smiled slightly, twirling her hair and slowly circling it on her fingers, "She said that a saint of Buddha was born in Tiansha. If I want to say no, it may not be so easy to destroy a country, but it is still very easy to destroy a 'saint'."
"I'm so jealous, Changsun Wuji, your biggest problem is narcissism." Meng Fuyao thought for a while, couldn't help sighing, sat on the bed with his knees hugged, and said, "Sounds reasonable, okay, grandson I forgive you for lying."
Her crisp and sharp tone provoked the eldest grandson Wuji to smile slightly, that smiling mandala bloomed like a mandala in the half-bright and half-dark moonlight, the shocking and blooming beauty made Meng Fuyao's heart skip a beat, secretly resentful... Gorgeous masculinity...
Changsun Wuji turned sideways, gently leaned his forehead against hers, and brushed his warm breath on her cheek. He lightly pinched Meng Fuyao's face, and said with a smile, "Fuyao, I like your clarity the most, I want to maintain Live in such a you, don't let you be tormented by the world so bright."
The night is very quiet, with a faint fragrance in the cool summer night wind, you can hear the soft chirping of summer insects under the window, the sound is long and soft, the skin touches, breathes and smells each other, the heartbeat overwhelms the sonata of the night.
After a long while, Meng Fuyao patted his hand away uncomfortably, turned his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Go away, pervert, don't take advantage."
Changsun Wuji ignored her, "Don't rush to be moved, I haven't finished talking... I don't like it when you don't keep your promises."
"Huh?" Meng Fuyao raised his eyebrows, do I have it? Do I have it
Changsun Wuji stretched out his fingers, traced her cheek carefully, and said softly, "A certain person seems to have promised me that no matter what happens, he will trust me, understand me, and not be confused by the appearance of those things. Shaken." He spoke very softly, his voice was half teasing and half gentle, and he ran his fingers lightly through her hair, "The result... did you do it?"
Uh, traitor, as soon as she retreated, he immediately counterattacked, so he asked the teacher for his crime so quickly.
It's a pity that Meng Fuyao is willing to eat everything but refuses to suffer. She squatted on the bed and carefully recalled the conversation at the Huazhou Inn. Suddenly she laughed ghostly, and retorted eloquently, "You're confusing concepts. I didn't seem to have any idea at the time." promise you."
Changsun Wuji smiled, and Meng Fuyao was triumphant, "Every time I tell you to gain the upper hand, you should lose once."
"Fuyao, you are wrong." Changsun Wuji lay down next to her, slowly smoothed her long hair that was messed up in sleep, and said calmly, "It seems that I have the upper hand every time, but in fact... I have always been the one who loses to you. .”
Whoever loves loses.
That kind of entrustment, that kind of lingering affection, that kind of tossing and turning, that kind of worrying.
In that kind of love, the unspeakable torture is painful.
And the reason why it hurts is just because I care about it.
Meng Fuyao took a light breath, and in that instant, her internal organs began to ache again, the long-lost, familiar pain burning her meridians like a fire, she frowned, stepped back a little, and sighed secretly to remind herself , lock love, lock love.
The eldest grandson Wuji seemed to notice it too, looked back at her, said nothing more, just reached out to wrap her in his arms, covered her with a quilt, and said, "Tiansha's weather is cold, even though it's summer, you should cover her with a quilt at night, so you don't catch cold. "
Meng Fuyao felt that it was better to have a quilt, so as to avoid easy contact with the skin of the thin clothes. She didn't want that person to cover her, so she dragged it halfway over, and said calmly, "Of course, I'm also afraid of catching cold."
Meng Fuyao collapsed, but Changsun Wuji said leisurely, "Don't expect you to love me, can't I take care of myself?"
Meng Fuyao's conscience was forced out again by the strong skill of a certain unscrupulous prince, so he pinched his nose and remained silent. Suddenly, he caught sight of Mr. Yuan Bao on the table in front of him, who suddenly came over with a big pile of money on his back. Something, a pier in front of the two of them.
Meng Fuyao was stunned, Changsun Wuji said, "Yuan Bao said, there is a good show for me." He pulled Meng Fuyao towards him, sharing half of the pillow with her like a master, and said, "Come, let's go together."
The curious baby Meng Fuyao looked at it comfortably, and then... his nose became crooked.
It really is a "good show!"
Mr. Yuan Bao walked up to the table and stood facing the two of them. First, he swung his short claws and did a few nondescript snake dance moves. "Screaming", dancing again, and waving his paws again, making a "blocker" gesture...
Meng Fuyao understood, it was complaining, it was saying that the two-headed snake approached silently by the pool that night, its old man was kind enough to warn him about what he had misunderstood, this narrow-minded rat, didn't he apologize to you? !
Changsun Wuji looked at it with a smile, and said, "Yuan Bao, people in the world are short-sighted, and it's inevitable that they don't understand your wisdom."
Meng Fuyao was speechless, who was he scolding
Master Yuan Bao nodded again and again, turned his fat buttocks, and rummaged through the pile of things behind him, first took out a small teapot and put it on the table, and then grabbed a needle.
It danced with a shining needle, slashed left and right at the teapot, then threw away the needle in a hurry, rushed forward and pinched the lid of the teapot with its claws, then stopped, raised its head, and remained silent.
It stands for a long time...
…
Meng Fuyao almost vomited blood.
Isn't this imitating the way she pinched Xuanyuan Yun's throat with her two fingers that day, forcibly leapfrogging her true energy to surge against her and be unable to move? Is it the mouse version of the rumor in the outside world that "Meng Fuyao defeated Xuanyuan Yun, stood on the stage overjoyed and refused to come down"
Seeing Master Yuan Bao holding his head up proudly, Meng Fuyao raised his head and let out a long howl, stretching out his claws to crush the mouse.
Changsun Wuji stopped him, and smiled with sparkling eyes: "Fuyao, people can't have the same knowledge as Yuanbao..."
Meng Fuyao stared at his master returning to the confident Master Yuan Bao, thinking about how to take revenge.
Master Yuan Bao didn't know how to live or die, he put down the props, turned around and turned around with his buttocks pouted, he was busy in front of an inkstone, it looked like he was dressing up, Meng Fuyao was wondering what the hell it was doing this time, Master Yuan Bao Suddenly looked back and smiled.
Half of its shiny white front teeth have been painted black, and at first glance in the night, it looks like a broken tooth.
Ya is imitating her missing teeth!
Damn, which is tolerable and which is unbearable, imitation is tolerable and exposing the ugliness is unbearable!
Meng Fuyao jumped up screaming, shouting, "Heavenly King Gaidihu, Pagoda Suppressing Rat Demon!" Throwing a pillow with a bang, he threw the shameless Mr. Yuanbao out.
Master Yuan Bao sneered, and smiled wretchedly at her with "half a tooth".
The eldest grandson Wuji beside him smiled, "Oh", and said, "So it's like this, it's so beautiful..." He stretched out his hand to press Meng Fuyao, and said, "There's a competition tomorrow, so rest early."
Meng Fuyao was pressed down with a mournful face, damn it, the false teeth were just pretending to be real, the rats imitated them so well, even the broken slant is exactly the same!
She muttered, "One day I'll take your skin off and embroider cross-stitch..." She closed her eyes heavily, not knowing why she was even more tired after sleeping just now, something in her body was slowly hitting her dantian, rushing Making her feel comfortable and drowsy, she fell onto the pillow with sluggish eyes and mouth, and said inarticulately, "I'll settle a score with you tomorrow, grandson Wuji, you are not allowed to sleep here..." The ending sound was still hovering around her lips , people have fallen asleep.
Changsun Wuji laughed, tucked her in the quilt, looked carefully at her slightly thinner cheeks, put her hands and feet back under the quilt, and then beckoned for Yuan Bao, and that girl hurried over, her black eyes shining brightly Bright, rubbing on Changsun Wuji, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing...
"You did a good job," Changsun Wuji gently stroked Mr. Yuan Bao's smooth white hair, "It will be like this from now on."
after? And later? Master Yuan Bao's eyes widened, isn't it, the hard work is not over yet? Still want to continue to clash with Meng Fuyao? Why don't you say it earlier? If I had said earlier that it wouldn't have offended Meng Fuyao to death just now, it's over now...
"She's not a stable character, and anyone who likes her will have a hard time," the eldest grandson Wuji said with a leisurely smile, "It's hard for me to follow her all the time, so I have to ask you."
Lord Yuan Bao was indignant, why was it sent out to protect Meng Fuyao? Why wasn't Meng Fuyao sent to protect it? Why can't it be the master's lover, let him love it regardless of himself or his family's pet? Ah, the handsome guy from Yushu Linfeng is here, master, why don't you take a closer look at it
The master didn't have time to look at it, so the master just leaned against the bed and fell asleep, with moonlight shining on half of his face, his high and distant eyebrows in the daytime, but soft and leisurely in the night, like the fragrant and bright blue water bank, layer upon layer. Layers of blooming ripples.
Those ripples of Yu Taofei's heart that will never fade with time.
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When Meng Fuyao woke up the next day, he felt so damn refreshed and full of energy, as if he had been injected with chicken blood. The sixth floor "Rising Sun" of "Broken Nine Heavens", which was forcibly promoted, passed through The most dangerous period finally came to an end, probably because Zong Yue used the right medicine. Although her internal injuries have not fully healed yet, she believes that as long as there are no accidents, she can fight in any situation. Feeling very happy, she stretched out her hand very excitedly, I'm going to delay my eldest grandson Wuji or Yuanbao to practice boxing.
This was a waste of money, and when I opened my eyes, I realized that His Highness the Crown Prince was not there. Oh, it's so good, it's rare that he doesn't take advantage of his high morals. There is no way to check.
Master Yuan Bao fell down, squatting in front of its own little bed on the opposite table, waving a white flag with its head bowed, Meng Fuyao smiled, grabbed it and knocked it loudly as punishment, and happily went out.
When walking through the garden, seeing Zong Yue planting flowers, Meng Fuyao remembered that Xuanyuan Yun hadn't left Tiansha after losing, and had been guarding the place where she appeared every day, poking around and trying to follow her. Unfortunately, behind Meng Fuyao, there was no one except Tie Cheng leading the guards. There is also Changsun Wuji's hidden guard, Xuanyuan Yun failed to follow twice, the closest to the result was only two streets away, but rushed over excitedly, but bumped into a wall with a little turtle painted on the wall.
Xiaozheng stared at the tortoise, his eyes were red again.
He slept under that wall that night. This handsome young man curled up under a broken wall in the open air. Sometimes he got up and stared at the little turtle, and sometimes he climbed up on the wall and looked around. The lights seem to want to find the one that belongs to Zongyue among the stars-like lights of thousands of families.
Tie Cheng, who was in charge of Meng Fuyao's safety, saw it in the dark and had a rare feeling of compassion. He came back and told Meng Fuyao. So I hid, and heard the child hugging the quilt and muttering, "...Is it you? Is it you...", the voice was low and full of sorrow, which made the rough man hardened, and he almost heard tears.
That's why Meng Fuyao saw Zong Yue's heart move today, and asked him without fear of death, "Doctor Mongolia, did you really not see Mr. Yun? He even gave me the chance to be the leader of the real martial arts because of you."
"If you are afraid of being in debt, you can give it back." Zong Yue replied lightly, "As long as you don't bother me."
Meng Fuyao stuck out his tongue and walked out in desperation. He saw cloud traces at the second door, and he looked at a tree in the courtyard with his hands behind his back. He was fascinated by it, as if there was some peerless martial arts on it.
There were only a few screaming cicadas on it.
Meng Fuyao looked at his back, pursed his lips, didn't know what to say or do, so he wanted to walk over quietly, but Yun Hen seemed to have eyes behind him, and suddenly said: "Fuyao, Pei Yuan is not a good person, you have to be careful. "
Meng Fuyao's nose was sour, and with a "hmm", Yun Hen turned around and smiled at her peacefully, his clear temperament was unique to him, not torn by ups and downs.
He said: "Wait for your triumphant return."
Meng Fuyao gave another "hmm", and went out the door as if fleeing, but when the door opened, she felt resistance, and pushed hard again, only to find that it seemed to be blocked by something.
Meng Fuyao was depressed and angry, he raised his foot and kicked, the door was kicked open with a bang, something rolled out of the door, and there was a faint "ouch".
When the gate opened, someone was rubbing his eyes in the plaster all over the floor, raised his head, rubbed his eyes timidly, and rubbed his bumped buttocks. Meng Fuyao carefully identified the ashen-faced person, only to realize that it was actually The young lady Xuanyuan Yun.
How did he find it? Look at him, sleeping here all night
Xuanyuan Yun crawled up crookedly, looking stiff from sleep, leaning on a door frame and pleading with Meng Fuyao, "General Meng... I, I found this place with great difficulty, let me see him once, just once, just once..."
Meng Fuyao looked at him, feeling that sour mood came back, and said slowly: "After talking several times, Mr. Yun still doesn't understand that Zong Yue is a bully, the more you pester him, the less he will see you. , the more you want me to introduce him, the angrier you get, why did you come?"
"I... I'm going back... It's not easy for me to come out..." Mr. Yun's eyes were red again, and Meng Fuyao got a headache when he saw his rabbit eyes. Why is this child so teary? what? Still want to entangle with Zong Yue, is Zong Yue a human being? If you eat you, you won't even have a bone left.
Thinking of the child's surname, Meng Fuyao's heart skipped a beat and he asked, "The son's surname is Xuanyuan, is it from the royal family?"
"She is the daughter of Xuanyuan Cheng, the Regent of Xuanyuan, and her real name is Xuanyuan Yun." Meng Fuyao turned his head and saw the person who was cleaner than white water standing under the early summer sun, shining so blazingly brightly. Underneath, he still looked cold, cold like a handful of snow penetrated into his heart.
Seeing him, Xuanyuan Yun opened his mouth in surprise, and blurted out, "Brother Ayue..." Suddenly caught Zong Yue's gaze, and shut up in panic.
Zong Yue looked at her with complicated and unspeakable eyes. In those eyes, there were twilight, heavy winds, snowfields, isolated peaks, and the fatigue of a long-distance traveler, and the sadness of a long-term traveler. In the end, they all turned into the deep snow. As desolate as Qingming, he silently looked at Xuanyuan Yun, turned around and walked back silently for a long while.
Xuanyuan Yun was still in a daze, Meng Fuyao hurriedly pushed her, "Aren't you following?"
The child jumped up, looked at her gratefully, didn't even bother to dust off the dust on his robe, and hurriedly stumbled to follow.
Meng Fuyao watched their backs disappearing into the second gate, showing a slight smile, Zong Yue was finally touched by Xuanyuan Yun's sincerity, and opened the door of his heart to see if the child could continue to impress him. Looking at the child's soft-spoken yet rigid temper, Zong Yue might not be able to entangle him if he is hard-spoken and soft-hearted.
She smiled softly, thinking of the soft "Brother Ayue...", such a title with a pure childhood atmosphere... What kind of past did Zong Yue record
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The last game, the battle for the top five!
Still the same as before in the Golden Palace competition, when Meng Fuyao entered the palace, he saw Changsun Wuji and Zhan Nancheng chatting and laughing at Yanyan, they really looked like good brothers.
Seeing her coming in, Changsun Wuji turned his head slightly, and his watery eyes flew over, the eyes were as faint and seductive as his thoughts.
Meng Fuyao looked away, refusing to open the radar antenna to receive such glances—two "men" above the Golden Palace flirting? You are not ashamed, I am afraid of being ugly.
She calmed down and adjusted her breath. Now that she has come to this point, she naturally wants to fight for a ranking that is worthy of herself and Yunhen Zongyue, and also, kill the person she wants to kill!
Today's spectators are the same as yesterday, although not as large as the third round, but they are of a very high level. The Tiansha royal family, all the military officers of Tiansha, the heads of famous sects from all over the world, and even the seats of some royal families from various countries, It's just that people haven't arrived yet.
Except for the weapon racks, all the utensils around the main hall were removed, leaving an extremely wide space. It is several times larger than the normal hall, and the seats for watching the battle and the arbitration seats for the emperor are far apart. The tables are lined up, and almost all of them are full of people. Most of them are staring at Meng Fuyao curiously. I heard that this kid Very good? If you don't sing, you will become a blockbuster; I heard that this kid is very frivolous? Xuanyuan Yunlai was reluctant to come down from the stage after winning
The eldest grandson Wuji was in the hall, leaning on the crimson brocade table, looking at the audience with a smile that was not a smile, and the people sitting on the table on both sides of His Highness became even more busy - besides busy looking at Meng Fuyao, more than half of them also cared about looking at him. I heard that The eldest grandson Wuji doesn't like excitement and rarely shows up in public, why did he accept Tiansha's invitation this time? I heard that the eldest grandson Wuji is ugly and dark-hearted, is there something hidden about the face under the mask
Ordinarily, there should be more than one referee for this kind of high-level competition. I don’t know if Zhan Nancheng thinks that there are too many people in the way, or out of respect for Zhangsun Wuji, he only invited Zhangsun Wuji and appointed Zhan Beiheng as the deputy referee. Anyway, this is the last round , almost all the top fighters in the world are present, and no one wants to play tricks in front of everyone.
At Chen's hour, the empty seats in front began to be filled. In the inner hall, the Tiansha royal family accompanied the guests from all over the world to take their seats one by one. Meng Fuyao counted the tables of the royal families from all over the world, and found that there were actually two more tables.
Three golden bells rang, and the competition would begin. The guests at the last two tables finally arrived.
Walking in front was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a gentle face and a personable demeanor, with a refined air in his speech, smile and demeanor. If he didn't wear a royal crown and a luxurious and luxurious belt, he would look more like a Sancun pedant.
The green jade unicorn hanging from the deep purple ribbon around his waist should be Xuanyuan Sheng, the regent of Xuanyuan Kingdom who has been in power for a long time.
Walking at the end was a pair of man and woman who looked like brothers and sisters.
The former was a pale and thin man with a luxurious crown, but he couldn't bear it no matter what he looked at, as if he could be blown away by a light gust of wind, the latter...
Meng Fuyao narrowed his eyes.
Life fucking meets again.
Buddha lotus.
The beautiful and quiet Princess Buddha Lotus, the holy and holy Princess Buddha Lotus, was rumored to be born in Wuzhou Continent, the kind and merciful lotus, still dressed in white plain clothes, but the corners of the clothes were embroidered with golden threads in a chaotic formation The lotus, the lotus petals are dripping with dew, fresh and real, and the lotus leaves are in the field, light green and slightly green, swaying with the gentle brushing of the lotus skirt, elegant and noble, she raises it just right The neck, so smiling, noble, exuding a restrained but not negligible brilliance, came slowly.
There was a low "buzz" in the crowd. The people in this palace are all noble, so naturally they won't exclaim and discuss like ordinary warriors, but they can't avoid whispering. The royal families of all countries know about Wuji and Xuanji's marriage, but they have their own. The state affairs are busy, and I don't worry about whether my eldest grandson Wuji and Feng Jingfan are married. It is the first time in more than ten years that the two have appeared on this rare occasion at the same time. Everyone immediately remembered that the eldest grandson Wuji is already twenty-six years old. , Feng Jingfan seems to be in her twenties, the two of them have such identities, and they got engaged early, how come they haven't married yet
Princess Folian didn't care about everyone's attention. She sat down with her elder brother, and Xuanyuanmin next door greeted her with a smile, and said, "Prince Feng Si and Princess Folian? The princess has been famous in the Seven Kingdoms for a long time. Xiao Wang is very lucky to have seen Fengyan until today, the princess has devoted herself to Buddhism, and she is also very interested in this Martial Venerable Conference?"
"My lord loves you," Folian returned the gift gracefully, and said with a smile, "I don't understand martial arts, but my elder brother loves it. If I meet him on the road, I will come with him. Besides..." She smiled and looked at Meng Fuyao, "I just I found an old friend, so I feel that it is more necessary to come here, even if I don’t know martial arts, I can still cheer for him.”
They whispered, but they couldn't hide it from Meng Fuyao, who broke through the sixth floor of "Broken Nine Heavens", she silently gritted her teeth, looked at the sky, okay, okay, it's an old friend, why are you called Princess Folian? Why aren't you called Princess Tangy? Changsun Wuji said it too politely, what paranoia? I think it's a pervert.
After grinding my teeth for a long time, I couldn't help gloating at my eldest grandson Wuji, right? After driving for a long time, you still can't drive away? They didn't plan to find another lover at all, no, I can't wait, they chased you all the way and they just won't let you go.
While she was gloating, she also felt a little blocked, but she didn't want to figure out why she was blocked, so she simply turned her face away and watched Pei Yuan and Ya Lanzhu fight colorfully and frequently perform strange tricks.
In the hall, the eldest grandson Wuji's smile just disappeared, but he didn't show any expression. He turned his face to talk to Zhan Beiheng, turning a blind eye to everyone's eyes and completely ignoring Folian. Smiling quietly, she tilted her head softly and chatted with her elder brother, but her sick elder brother seemed to be unsure, and would stare at eldest Sun Wuji from time to time.
At this time, everyone finally arrived, the bells and drums rang and the guards of honor lined up, Zhan Nancheng sat up in the hall, and saw Princess Folian, startled, then smiled, "The prince wants the princess to come up and take her seat?"
Changsun Wuji still didn't look at Folian, but said indifferently, "Thank you Your Majesty for your kindness, there is no need."
The hall was vast, and his voice was not high. Zhan Beiheng was talking in the hall, and most people didn't hear the refusal, but Princess Folian suddenly flicked his sleeves.
The Fourth Prince Feng turned his head to look at her suspiciously, Folian smiled and said, "An ant climbed onto the table, and I will send it out. Ants are greedy for life."
"Sister is really merciful to all beings." The Fourth Prince Feng nodded appreciatively, then turned his head away.
Folian smiled, stuck her nails out of her sleeves, and slowly ground them on the gold brick floor calmly. Her nails were trimmed sharply, like knives, and she ran over the little things on the ground little by little... small ants, Neatly three sections, tentacles, head, body...
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In the hall, Zhan Beiheng was repeating the rules, and everyone listened in silence.
The last battle, melee!
The last five people: Meng Fuyao, Yalanzhu, Pei Yuan, Tantaiyu, and Bagu.
The scuffle means that whoever goes first is most likely to suffer. The five of them were silent, and the spectators began to drink tea knowingly, thinking that this most difficult beginning must take a while.
As a result, as soon as Zhan Beiheng finished speaking, a person jumped out, colorful and exquisite, with braids flying around, and Da Lala stood in the field and pointed at Pei Yuan, "Old witch, come out and die."
Pei Yuan's eyes shot fire outside the veil, stepped out with a sneer, and said: "If you want to die, I will help you."
Meng Fuyao immediately stood up shamelessly and took a step forward: "Hey, I also want you to die, can the two fight one?"
The audience was overwhelming, I have seen shameless ones, but I have never seen such shameless ones. Anyway, he is still the most vocal leader, and he has no self-consciousness about his identity at all.
Zhan Beiheng said, "You can fight in twos, and you can challenge in turn, but you can't fight against one at the same time."
Meng Fuyao spread his hands, and said, "I don't plan to go down after I come up, then Ya Lanzhu you go first, I will squat on the side."
"Why let General Meng be idle? I'll just wait for a while later." Behind him, Tan Taiyu and Bagu Qiqi followed up.
Tan Taiyu smiled, "Women beat them, but we men beat us."
Meng Fu raised his eyebrows, knowing that these two guys probably wanted to get rid of her, who was the most popular, first, and then take advantage of Pei Yuan and Ya Lanzhu's mutual losses. Immediately, he smiled and said, "Success, who will go first?"
Tan Taiyu took a step forward and bowed his hands to her.
Meng Fuyao's gaze flashed past Bagu's face behind him. This taciturn man has short hair, a dark complexion, and a deep contoured face. He has the features of a mountain tribe. He is not fat, but he has a "heavy" temperament. It's not a calm feeling, but more like a sense of oppression and heaviness that has been practiced with a strange skill. This person has been mediocre in the early stage, but he has always broken into the top five without hindrance. Meng Fuyao looked at Baba. Gu, vaguely felt that his temperament was a little weird, but Tan Taiyu had already rushed over to him.
This tall young man used a mixed iron long whip that was longer than him. The whip was divided into three colors and three sections. The middle section is still on the left side, but the front section may already be on the right side, looking at the left and sometimes at the right, looking at the front and sometimes at the back, like a strange snake that is both hard and soft, with tricky angles, light and shadows jumping around, and more The amazing thing is that the buckle of this three-section cudgel-like weapon is usually the most vulnerable, but this long whip, the material used for the buckle, is neither gold nor iron, and the design is exquisite, which is difficult to deal with.
Tan Taiyu raised his eyebrows, smiled and flicked his wrist. The long whip attacked from three angles. The angles were unpredictable. The weapon in his hand came from the top experts in the world. It was said to be unbreakable, and Tan Taiyu was very confident about it.
Meng Fuyao became interested, and shouted, "Interesting." She has already gone up to meet her, she herself is a tricky one, "Po Jiuxiao" has a complete system of three sets of internal energy, boxing, and saber, Meng Fuyao is here On the basis of adding some actual combat experience from my long-term wandering in the rivers and lakes, I have boldly explored and improved the knife skills originally taught by the old Taoist priest. This set of knife skills has been explored and perfected in constant battle experience, and it is time to practice now. when.
She came out with the knife, and the lightning from the sky split the sky. It was black lightning, rushing down from the high mountain, crossing the wind, sand and vast sea in an instant, cutting open the thick back of the earth. The line is straight and silent, those bursts, piercings, crosscuts, vertical chops, every knife is stuck at the node, and every knife is just like the whip.
The sound of wind and thunder in her original moves, because of the complete absorption of the power of the wind, finally circulated smoothly and transformed into her own true power, and the overflowing strength was restrained, making her perfect. With a more advanced level of skill, her saber technique this time is no longer violent, but fierce and light, sharp and calm, and there is infinite power in the calm, and it is up to her to decide.
Ding ding ding ding ding!
In the one hundred and tenth move, Meng Fuyao's saber tip collided with Tantaiyu seven times in succession, all of them hit the middle of the whip's buckle, each of these seven times had subtle differences in technique and strength. Layers are tighter than one layer, and each layer hits the place where the previous force is not exhausted and the rear force is born, forming a roundabout force, like waves chasing waves, circling endlessly, and then there is a "crack", the seemingly indestructible whip finally cracks, like a snake Being hit seven inches suddenly, Meng Fuyao, who is good at seizing the opportunity, immediately rushed forward and dragged the knife, "Damn!"
An iron whip fell to the ground, splashing sparks on the gold brick floor.
Tan Taiyu backed away with a pale face, this whip is not easy, especially the mechanism at the buckle is in his hands, the knife cuts constantly, and those who try to attack hard are often injured under the whip, this is a legendary weapon from his family, When his father passed it on to him, he proudly said that no one can break this whip, and he has indeed used this weapon to fight all over the country with few opponents. He didn't want to be broken today.
Meng Fuyao won't let go of a move, Tantaiyu retreats and she advances, making a wrong step and making seven consecutive strikes, "Dang", the middle part.
When the sound of "Dang" came out, Meng Fuyao suddenly felt her heart beating, as if someone was grabbing her heart and trembling, and then all the energy in her body was released, but in an instant, she returned to normal .
She didn't care either, she raised the knife with a smile, pointed at Tantaiyu, and said, "Should we continue?"
Tan Taiyu looked disheartened, put away the three severed whips, and said, "Admit defeat." He dragged the whip and stepped off the stage, and the knowledgeable spectators below were whispering to each other, pointing at the whip endlessly, showing regret, Meng Fuyao was in a good mood , laughed, and said, "Mr. Ba."
"Bagu." The man replied with half-closed eyes, his accent was rather weird.
Meng Fuyao frowned, she didn't like this eccentric Bagu, she sneered, "Okay, Bagu, how about we just do it?"
Bagu raised his eyes and said lightly, "I have already