"mushroom?"
Wu Zhengying laughed out loud as if he had heard a good joke, and the waves of air surged all over his body, rising steadily.
"They are all here for the assessment. What kind of mushrooms do you grow?"
The boy grinned and his eyes showed a fierce look: "Stop talking nonsense and hand over Yuhuan!"
Murderous intent rushed towards him.
The young man who didn't know where he came from in front of him had a domineering posture. Guan Heng squinted his eyes and looked at the sharp sword point pointing at the center of his eyebrows, feeling a little bit of unhappiness gradually in his heart.
He hated the feeling of being pointed at with a sword like this.
It reminded him of two years ago, on the side of the cliff, Youqin's cold, arrogant and ruthless sword that split mountains and rubble.
But at that time, I was weak and powerless, I could only rely on Youyou to break out of the dead end, and almost put Youyou in danger.
But now...
Guan Heng's eyes darkened.
The hand behind his back turned quietly, and a small off-white cyclone suddenly appeared, silently, held in his palm.
Although the cyclone is small, it flies extremely fast. The surrounding area is as sharp as a blade, and the center is as dark as an abyss. There is a faint sound of space tearing.
Xie Ziyou hid behind, seeing the situation developing like this, his heart was extremely complicated.
The martial arts family in the capital was the first whetstone he personally selected for Guan Heng.
The family background and eldest brother behind Wu Zhengying can put enough pressure on Guan Heng to arouse the protagonist's aggressiveness to the greatest extent.
only…
Xie Ziyou's eyes dimmed.
His eyes were bright, with gilt-like water flowing quietly, and his peach blossom eyes were unblinking, staring closely at Guan Heng's tall, thin and slender figure standing in front of the tree. The black-yellow profound energy churned and diffused, and the momentum gradually increased, blowing Wu Zhengying's brown and black long sleeves to rattle.
As a practitioner, the deeper the cultivation base, the sharper the five senses. He vaguely heard the sharp sound of the wind tearing.
Although I don't know where the voice came from, the young man in front of him had slightly drooping eyes and a tall body. There was an invisible wind suddenly shaking his body, and his aura rose to the sky, like a sharp sword that had been hidden for a long time and was about to be unsheathed!
Very strong!
Wu Zhengying's pupils contracted, not afraid of being overjoyed.
Come on, the young man thought vigorously, let me experience the genius of the world!
But things backfired.
After a while, the fierce aura around Guan Heng's body did not rise but fell.
Before the sharpness of his body was unsheathed, the sharpness had already been restrained.
Before the cyclone in his palm was fully formed, he quietly crushed it to pieces.
Guan Heng suddenly let out a long sigh.
He shook his head with a wry smile, slowly restrained his aura, and wrote lightly: "That's all."
He's just an arrogant and accustomed son of a family.
He has always been peaceful and doesn't like disputes. He has engraved the word "forbearance" into his bones during the years in the Guanfu. Although he doesn't like Wu Zhengying's aggressive attitude, he fights because of it...
no need.
It's just a little mushroom, it's not worth worrying about.
Guan Heng took a deep breath, put on a smile, and said in a slow tone: "I have lived here in Luoling for two years, and this is the first time I have met other people."
"We are also destined, why not... make friends?"
Wu Zhengying: "???"
I have taken off my trousers, so you open your mouth to make friends
What a joke!
Xie Ziyou, who hid behind and poked his head out to look around, sighed in his heart.
Sure enough, it's not that simple.
Guan Heng's Buddhism... is really beyond ordinary people.
He put his hands on his forehead, his mind was racing, and his mind was very complicated for a while.
There is still a follow-up to the plan, and he still has a second move to anger Guan Heng, but that move is really a bit...
While Xie Ziyou was pondering, a trace of anger appeared on Wu Zhengying's face, the corners of his eyes were slightly curled, his eyes were contemptuous, and he asked in a deep voice: "According to what you mean, do you want to admit defeat?"
"Well… "
Guan Heng hesitated for a moment, looked at the hot eyes of the young man in front of him, and finally nodded helplessly.
"Then I lose," he said, "if it matters to you..."
"Fart your mother!"
Wu Zhengying's face was sinking like water, his neck was thick and red, panting and cursing: "I look down on you, a waste who won't win without a fight, and wasting my time for nothing—hand over the ring as soon as you admit defeat, I don't have time to talk to you!" consumption!"
"Are you even listening to me..."
Guan Heng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and repeated: "I've lived here for two years, and I'm not a person who participated in any assessment. I said so much just now, did you only hear the word "lose" clearly?"
Wu Zhengying was stunned immediately.
Didn't come for the test
He frowned suspiciously, and looked around Guan Heng up and down with an unbelievable look—the young man had handsome features, but he was indeed a bit slovenly, his hair was long, like seaweed, and frizzy and drooping on his shoulders.
The clothes are also extremely simple, as if they were woven from animal skins.
The stitches are poor, and there are messy threads on the corners, which can wrap a pair of slender and powerful long legs. The skin is exposed to the sun all year round, showing a reddish sexy wheat color.
"Are you really a native here?" Wu Zhengying still couldn't believe it. "In a place like Luoling, you can live alone for two years?"
Guan Heng smiled wryly, "It's a long story."
"Actually, I was expelled by my family and forced by the situation, so I had no choice but to hide in this deep mountain. Fortunately, I have Youyou to accompany me..."
Before he finished speaking, a shrill scream suddenly sounded behind him, piercing the eardrums of the two of them like needles.
"Brother Wu, he lied!"
With a trembling mind, Guan Heng suddenly turned around—
While the two of them were confronting each other, Huangshan boy touched his side at some point, and at this moment he was bending down to pick up a piece of green jade bracelet from under the tree.
The boy's eyes were bent into two thin slits, and even the pockmarked cheeks were faintly glowing red.
He raised his brows high, held up the jade bracelet in his hand, pointed at Guan Heng and said triumphantly: "Brother Wu, look, he has a jade ring, so he is clearly the candidate for this time!"
"How dare you deceive our brother Wu—do you think we won't be able to find Yuhuan if you throw it under a tree?"
The corners of the young man's lips were almost raised to the sky, his nostrils were upturned, his lips opened and closed, and he talked a lot, his voice was sharp and mean, but Guan Heng didn't listen to a single word.
His hands trembled uncontrollably, his eyes were wide open, and he fixed his eyes on the jade ring in the young man's hand—the green color, delicate and smooth, jade's unique sense of nobility, and the exquisite and soft light reflected in the sun.
Just like the radiance in the morning, the elegant bamboo forest stands gracefully, and the morning dew slowly drips down the tall and straight bamboo joints, sweeping over the slender and sharp leaves.
The color, the size, the shape that he could trace with his eyes closed, the touch that he could never forget in his sleep, the icy temperature that he had held tightly in his arms countless times with his skin...
That is Youyou.
Travel!
How dare this man touch his Youyou!
He actually—he, actually, but, dare? !
Huangshan boy is still chattering.
But as he was talking, a chill suddenly came over his spine and spread rapidly along his spine. The root of the boy's tongue was numb and he couldn't help shivering.
Wu Zhengying's reaction became sharper, his eyes swept away, and his heart trembled for a moment.
The mountain boy in front of them seemed to have changed suddenly.
The peaceful smile disappeared from the corner of Guan Heng's mouth, and the softness in his eyes was swept away. He lowered his head slightly, his messy hair fluttered in the wind, and the veins on his strong arms burst, and three or four clearly visible lavender blood vessels appeared.
A colorless cyclone appeared in an instant, hovering in mid-air, the sharp aura entangled and intertwined, and the mighty aura rolled in, like a thunderbolt, ten thousand swords were silent, Wu Zhengying's ears buzzed, and he subconsciously took half a step back!
The strong wind blew, brushing the black hair in front of the switch Heng's forehead, revealing a pair of murderous pupils.
Wu Zhengying's whole body trembled uncontrollably, and he could hardly hold the sword hilt with his right hand - the moment he looked at Guan Heng, he thought in a trance that what was standing in front of him was not a person, but some vicious beast in human skin!
what's the situation
The sole of the boy's feet seemed to be nailed, and he didn't dare to move, shouting frantically in his heart: What's going on
Guan Heng looked at the two of them coldly.
The panic and anxiety that had never been seen before, like a monstrous wave, broke all his composure and self-control in an instant.
His thin lips parted slightly, and he paused every word, every word pressed against the tip of his tongue, biting his heart.
"Take, him, return, me!"