The Vicious Female Partner Was So Angry That She Cried

The Hunting Tournament is a ten-year event in the world of cultivating immortals. The Hunting Tournament hunts not only selected monsters, but also talents. Distinguished disciples from all immortals gathered in Yunyang to participate in the conference, and the winner won the honorary treasure.

For the Yunyang Palace, the Hunting Conference has a more important significance, that is, to select people who can be trained as the successor palace lord among the Yunyang disciples.

As the day when the Hunting Conference was getting closer, the mood of Yan Xing became more restless.

In the past few days, she had been thinking about ways to get close to Yunhong, either slapped her face in admiration and said, "Brother is amazing", or said that she had difficulties in cultivation and asked Yunhong to teach her hand in hand.

It's a pity that Yunhong is an elm knot. He is especially rigid in practice. He turns a blind eye to Shaoxing's goodwill, and is full of hard work.

Tan Xing pulled his sleeves and pouted and said, "Brother, I can't break through the second stage of Yuanyang swordsmanship. You teach me again."

Yun Hong answered her questions with a righteous expression: "Junior sister has a weak foundation. It is rare to learn the first level after a few days of practice. Don't worry too much. As long as you practice patiently, breaking through the second epee technique is just around the corner."

Yan Xing did not give up, still holding onto Yunhong's sleeves and not letting go: "I heard other disciples say that the senior is extremely talented, but he has broken through the eighth level in half a year. I blame Yan Xing for being too stupid, so many days he can barely master it. The first heavy sword technique was wasted all these hours of dedication and teaching by the brothers."

She slapped her thick eyelashes a few times, hung the shining water, the eye sockets were red, and a few teardrops were hanging on them.

"Junior sister, don't, don't cry."

Seeing Yan Xing crying bitterly, Yun Hong suddenly became flustered, reaching out to wipe her tears, but felt a little inappropriate.

Yan Xing took the initiative to move forward, teardrops already rolled on his cheeks, two lines of wet tears gleaming with broken light, dangling in front of Yun Hong's eyes.

"Don't cry, I will practice swordsmanship a few more times with you."

Yun Hong removed his upright and awe-inspiring expression and gently raised his hand to help Yan Xing wipe away the tears on his face.

"Yunyang swordsmanship emphasizes the unity of man and sword."

Ruan Lutang hurriedly opened the door of the room and walked out just before Yun Hong's finger fell on Yan Xing's face. The voice was not loud, but the two of them could hear clearly.

Yun Hong immediately put down his hand, took a few steps back in a panic, and shouted with a guilty conscience: "Master."

Tan Xing watched as the duck with his mouth flew again, his mouth full of silver teeth was about to smash, but it couldn't happen, he had to obediently bow to Ruan Lutang, "Master."

"If you want to break through the swordsmanship, you have to calmly and carefully comprehend, connect with the sword in your hand, and achieve the effect that the human sword is one, it is used for you, and you use it for it."

Ruan Lutang looked at Tan Xing, pondered for a moment, and said: "You haven't broken through the second epee technique so far. It must be because of insufficient understanding and impetuous heart."

Yan Xing absent-mindedly casually perfunctory: "Master taught me the right way."

"In that case," Ruan Lutang said softly, "then you can meditate for ten hours and feel the mystery of this set of swordsmanship with your heart."

"Master has taught—"

Yan Xing said halfway through his perfunctory words, and suddenly he woke up, hurriedly raised his head to look at Ruan Lutang, his eyes widened: "Wh, what?"

Yun Hong explained to her: "Master's words are extremely true. Just follow what the master said, meditate, and you will realize it after ten hours."

After speaking, he thoughtfully formed a futon so that Yan Xing could meditate on the spot.

"..."

Yan Xing looked at Ruan Lutang, who was expressionless, and then at Yun Hong, who was smiling softly. He was in a dilemma and had to sit down obediently and meditate with his eyes closed.

Ruan Lutang looked at Yunhong again, and said in a deep voice: "In two days there will be the English Hunting Conference. The disciples of the immortal family have arrived in Yunyang one after another. As a major disciple under my name, you should go to the mountain gate to meet you."

"From tomorrow, you can go and pick up with other Yunyang disciples."

Yun Hong replied, "Yes, Master."

Tanxing who listened to them silently couldn't help but pop up: "Master, I want to go too."

Ruan Lutang didn't say a word, raised an eyebrow and glanced at her.

Yan Xing explained in a soft voice: "I have never traveled far away since I grew up, and I have never participated in a hunting meeting. Master, you let me go with Brother Yunhong."

Ruan Lutang blinked and said coldly, "I am impetuous, and my meditating time is increased by ten hours."

Shaoxing: "..."

After twenty hours of meditation, Tan Xing finally rushed to Yunyang Mountain Gate with Yun Hong as he wished.

There were already a dozen disciples guarding the mountain gate. Seeing Yun Hong stood up to greet him, Yun Hong responded one by one, and stood in the middle of the team with hands.

It was the first time that Yan Xing saw such a scene, feeling fresh, and kept asking questions towards Yunhong.

Yun Hong was very patient with her, and explained one by one: "It is the big sects of the cultivating world who are here to participate in the hunting contest. As early as a month ago, Yunyang sent out an invitation letter to the immortal families who were determined to participate."

"But fish and dragons are mixed, so we have to check carefully to avoid someone fishing in troubled waters and sneaking into Yunyang."

Shaoxing snorted and scolded Yun Hong secretly for being so stupid. He didn't even know that this was the person beside him who "drew fish in troubled waters and dived into Yunyang" in his mouth.

However, this also shows that she pretends well. Before designing to encounter Yunhong, she swallowed the marrow-washing beads. Although her skill was affected by the beads, she could only use 50%, but her devilish energy was completely hidden.

Yan Xing was still immersed in the emotion of contentment, but suddenly heard a loud noise exploding in front of him.

"Why don't you let us in?" a woman dressed in blue yelled at the Yunyang disciple, "I told you that we are disciples of Dieyigu."

Disciple Yunyang argued with her, "Not to mention that you didn't have an invitation letter, but that the disciples of Dieyi Valley arrived yesterday. What evidence do you have to prove that you are the fairy of Dieyi Valley?"

The blue-clothed woman raised her chin and said, "We stayed in the mortal world for a few days, and we delayed the hour, so we separated from the others."

Yun Hong walked over, arched his hands, and said, "According to the rules, no correspondence is allowed."

The blue-clothed woman was anxious, and pulled the silent girl next to her, saying: "Even if you don't have a letter, you should always recognize Sister Qinglan. Sister Qinglan is the number one beauty in the world. You must have seen her too. Portrait, this can't be faked."

"How, let us in quickly."

The senior sister Qinglan raised her head shyly and looked at Yun Hong, with a blush on her face, and said softly: "Two years ago, I was chased by a monster in Bilin Gorge. It was Senior Brother Yun Hong who rescued me. Qinglan’s life-saving grace is unforgettable."

Yun Hong nodded: "You don't have to worry about it for a little effort."

He leaned back and said loudly: "Since you are a fairy from Dieyigu, please come in."

"Huh," the blue-clothed woman snorted proudly, and said in a loud voice, "I'll just say, Senior Sister is the number one beauty in the world. As long as you meet one person, you will never forget it."

After hearing this, Yan Xing couldn't help but look at Qinglan's face. She was delicate and beautiful, with a fair complexion, and she did have an elegant temperament, but it would be an exaggeration to say that she would never forget it.

If it weren't for the immortal cultivator family who had natural discrimination against their demons, and various rankings would automatically skip the demons, the title of first beauty would not have fallen to Qinglan's head.

At least this Qinglan looks much worse than her.

Yan Xing secretly said that he had no insight, and looked away disdainfully.

A female disciple began to fight for her: "What the first beauty, I think it is your Dieyi Valley self-proclaimed. Not to mention that our Palace Master Ruan is beautiful, even this little sister Yan Xing. , I am afraid that you Dieyigu can't find one tenth of hers."

"Even"?

Yan Xing has the same confidence in her appearance as she has in her acting skills. In the Demon Realm, she is like a star holding the moon. Unexpectedly, when she spoke to this female disciple, she turned out to be the next best thing. "!

Yan Xing keenly caught this key information, and his face suddenly sank, until Yun Hong had dealt with Dieyigu's affairs, she was still depressed.

The sky is getting dark, and the immortal houses have reached seven or eight. The disciples stretched out and went back home one after another.

Yun Hong observed the low mood of Yan Xing and asked with concern: "Junior Sister, what's the matter with you?"

"It's nothing," Tan Xing thought for a while, and then asked, "Brother, the senior sister just said, Master is beautiful, is it true?"

Yun Hong was stunned, his ears suddenly became red, and he stubbornly said, "How can we talk about Master's appearance."

Yan Xing glanced at his red eartips: "Humph."

…

The British Hunting Conference was set up in Luoxia Town in Yunyang.

Luoxia Town is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and there is a dense forest, which is called Wangxianlin. But the immortal didn't look at it, but first saw a few monsters.

The town sent people to the Yunyang Palace for help: "In the past half month, none of the people who have been to Wangxianlin have come back with them. Nine out of ten people died in that forest, and there was one who escaped by chance. Even the soul has lost half of it."

The palace lord Yan Ruiguang heard about it, and after discussing with the heads of the various factions, he decided to capture the Wangxianlin monster as the content of the hunt for this British Hunting Conference. The first to catch the monster is the winner of this conference.

The first thing Yun Hong did when he returned to the Wanxing Tower was to find Ruan Lutang: "Master, tomorrow is the English Hunting Conference, and the disciples will leave for a few days and go to Wangxian Forest in Luoxia Town."

"I want to go too," Tan Xing hurriedly stood beside Yun Hong, and said loudly, "Brother, will you take me to Luoxia Town, okay?"

Yun Hong frowned: "This hunting is dangerous. Junior sister, your cultivation skills are light and shallow, and you must not rush together."

Tan Xing wrinkled his nose, and pinched his voice again: "But brother, if you leave, Tan Xing will miss you..."

Unfortunately, just halfway through her confession, Ruan Lutang interrupted her: "Wang Xianlin?"

Yun Hong looked at Ruan Lutang unchanged, as if he hadn't heard Yan Xing's words, "Exactly."

Ruan Lutang glanced at Tan Xing's black briquettes face, and chuckled: "The medicinal pill I refined recently lacks a smell of Lingzhu grass, which happens to grow in Wangxian Forest. If so, I will go with you."

Yan Xing opened his eyes wide, loosened Yun Hong's sleeve, and looked at Ruan Lutang expectantly.

Ruan Lutang turned around and left without realizing it.

Shaoxing: "..."

She puffed up her cheeks and stared at Ruan Lutang angrily, looking like she was going to stare Ruan Lutang through.

Unexpectedly, Ruan Lutang turned back suddenly, and Tan Xing hurriedly withdrew his eyes, choking himself in a panic.

Ruan Lutang watched her coughing heartbreakingly for several times, before Feng Qingyun said calmly: "Since Yan Xing wants to go, then come with me."

Tan Xing: "Cough cough cough cough cough cough..."

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