Cold Clouds

Shen Qiufan was on his way to the Yunjian Sect. With his speed, he should arrive just in time for the last match of today's Sword Questioning Conference.

But during the Yunjian Sect's Sword Contest, only sword users could challenge within the sect, so Shen Qiufan put the two sickles in a mustard bag and bought a sword at a roadside stall.

The sword only costs three hundred low-grade spirit stones, which might be okay for someone in the foundation-building stage, but for Shen Qiufan at this stage, this thing is almost the same as a piece of iron.

Isn't this just right!? Hitting yourself hurts even more.

No. Shen Qiufan shook his head and calmed down.

I went there to spar with others. I want to be a strong man. How can I think about getting beaten every day? Cheer up!

It's really addictive though.

Let’s put Shen Qiufan’s case aside for now. There was a small problem with Lin Xiaoxiao—she was caught slacking off.

Ten minutes ago, Qin Feng frowned, feeling that something was wrong with Lin Xiaoxiao's condition.

Whose uncle can sit on a chair crooked at a right angle? Doesn't it hurt?

Because there had been a precedent of assassinating Lin Xiaoxiao, Qin Feng thought that Lin Xiaoxiao might have been pulled away by the guy who was good at mental power this time. When everyone below was looking at Lin Xiaoxiao and whispering, he flew up and landed next to Lin Xiaoxiao.

The three people who were sitting in front of Lin Xiaoxiao and discussing how to conquer Lin Xiaoxiao only realized at this time that something seemed to be wrong with Lin Xiaoxiao.

"Uncle-master Lin? Are you okay?" Qin Feng looked at Lin Xiaoxiao and asked tentatively. It was not impossible that she was just putting on a performance art.

"Well, it's pretty good." Lin Xiaoxiao's calm voice sounded, and Qin Feng frowned.

"Are you really okay?" Qin Feng felt something was wrong and spoke again.

"It's okay." Lin Xiaoxiao's voice remained flat.

Qin Feng frowned and asked, "What do you think of Sect Master Tang's striptease and winking?"

"it is good!"

Looking at Lin Xiaoxiao who was leaning on the chair with her head facing the sky, the people below and on the stage fell silent in an instant. Even the people who were asking for sword skills on the ring stopped.

They looked at Tang Zhen with strange eyes, and then looked at Lin Xiaoxiao who was leaning on the chair.

If I remember correctly, did Lin Xiaoxiao hate Tang Zhen? Did she think this scene was embarrassing for Tang Zhen and so she thought it was okay?

"Song Hanyun," Qin Feng said helplessly, "Go to Yaowang Valley and take a look."

Song Hanyun was stunned for a moment, then nodded and took out a stone talisman. This stone talisman was the key that Lin Xiaoxiao gave to Song Hanyun to enter the Medicine King Valley. The difference between this talisman and the one given by Fu Sheng and the others was that the one in Song Hanyun's hand had no restrictions. As long as it was Song Hanyun himself, he could enter and leave the Medicine King Valley freely.

Song Hanyun entered Medicine King Valley in a daze and knocked on the door of the cabin. Lin Xiaoxiao's voice came from inside: "Come in."

"What's wrong? What happened again?" Lin Xiaoxiao subconsciously thought that Yan Huan came to her because there was a problem with the child. After all, Yan Huan had come to her no less than six times since she came back.

At this time, Lin Xiaoxiao had the hem of her clothes lifted up to her calves. She was lying leisurely on the bed, flipping through a book while looking up at the door.

"Uh..." Song Hanyun's cheeks flushed slightly and he scratched his head, "Master asked you to go out."

Lin Xiaoxiao was silent for a while, then threw Song Hanyun out: "I'll be out right away."

After Song Hanyun came out, he sat there in a daze for a while, until Ye Lan and Luo Xin asked him what happened, he gradually came to his senses.

"Lin Xiaoxiao's legs," Song Hanyun said, still a little dazed, "They are so white..."

"Ah!?" Ye Lan almost stood up, "What on earth just happened!?"

"It is indeed very white," Luo Xin nodded, "and has some baby fat. It feels very good to the touch, and the skin is very smooth."

Song Hanyun and Ye Lan looked at Luo Xin together, with some confusion in their eyes.

Why does this person seem to have done this before?

Then Song Hanyun remembered what happened a few days ago.

According to others, Luo Xin didn't seem to return to her room that day? Song Hanyun's eyes flashed with a hint of vigilance, and he looked at Luo Xin with a little scrutiny.

This woman must not be indulged.

Qin Feng didn't pay attention to the conversation of the three people behind him, but just watched Lin Xiaoxiao gradually stand up.

"Uncle Master," Qin Feng's face twitched as he looked at Lin Xiaoxiao, who had fully recovered and was holding her waist with her hands and grimacing, "Pay attention to your image."

“Ahahaha…” Lin Xiaoxiao scratched her face, “Sorry, I will pay attention…”

"Yes," Qin Feng looked back, "the game below is over."

Because of what happened to Lin Xiaoxiao just now, some people reacted a moment faster, and some people directly launched a sneak attack. There were only two arenas with competitions still going on, so it was over immediately.

“That’s all?” Lin Xiaoxiao’s face lit up with joy. “Okay! Let’s disperse! It’s getting late, and the moon has risen!”

"Report!" A gatekeeper disciple ran in at this time, "Shen Qiufan from Fengyu Tower at the sect gate wants to see you! He brought a sword and said he wants to spar with Uncle Master Lin."

Lin Xiaoxiao's smile froze instantly, and she turned stiffly to look at Qin Feng.

Qin Feng smiled at Lin Xiaoxiao, then looked at the gatekeeper disciple, "Bring him in, I agree."

Lin Xiaoxiao's face suddenly fell.

All non-combat challenges during the Sword-Asking Competition are managed by Qin Feng, and as an elder, he cannot refuse the requests of the younger ones to compete with him.

Damn, you should go back immediately. You shouldn’t be so bored as to pretend to be a boss.

"Uncle Master Lin," Shen Qiufan held the broken sword and stared at Lin Xiaoxiao who was standing on the other side of the arena, "Please teach me."

Lin Xiaoxiao looked unhappy. She was only allowed to use sword and body-related techniques? Didn't she only have the "Three Golden Sun Swords" to use?

It's over. Why is Shen Qiufan so vindictive? I, Lin Xiaoxiao, curse him in my real name that he will never find a man who can stay with him for the rest of his life.

After Shen Qiufan finished speaking and bowing, he immediately stepped forward and rushed towards Lin Xiaoxiao. He held the sword in his right hand and made a chopping gesture, and clenched his left fist ready to strike at any time.

Lin Xiaoxiao grinned and summoned Golden Scale to stop Shen Qiufan.

Without a forest cage and explosive pills, you can only use a sword.

This was the first time that Lin Xiaoxiao was speechless, so she poured all her dissatisfaction into the red candle.

Lin Xiaoxiao held the red candle in both hands, and continuously infused spiritual power into it. The flames on the red candle sword became brighter and brighter. Lin Xiaoxiao, who had taken the elixir in advance, gritted her teeth and lifted the red candle, which was a little heavy due to too much spiritual power infusion, and pointed it at Shen Qiufan.

"The rising sun shines brightly across the world!" A familiar light flashed from the Red Candle Sword, and the people affected by it had already moved away.

The flames rushed towards Shen Qiufan at a high speed. Shen Qiufan replaced his best weapon with a long sword, and was barely entangled by Jin Lin with his experience in sword combat. However, Shen Qiufan's body was also very strong. He withstood Jin Lin's blows and walked to a distance from Lin Xiaoxiao.

Then he felt the heat on his face.

You can hide, but you don't have to.

Because that's his purpose!

"This is what it feels like!"