Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

When Ruan Chuyin saw the two men standing in front of her covered in blood, she completely broke down and threw herself into their arms and burst into tears.

Xiang Yunchi's pupils suddenly dilated, and he pulled her up, staring at her blood-stained dress and her bare feet wrapped in black cloth.

Qin Guanzhi suddenly lifted up her sleeves and examined her carefully. Her flawless white skin made him feel relieved, and then he ripped open her waist.

Jinshan and Chi Youliang's faces froze, and they hurriedly pulled away a few brothers who had come back to report the news.

"I'm fine. The blood on the skirt is not mine. My right foot is just injured." Ruan Chuyin awkwardly pulled the waist corset back from Qin Guanzhi's hand. Her beautiful eyes kept glancing at the backs of those flying over the cliff, and her little face was redder than a newly bloomed rose.

"Whose is it?" Xiang Yunchi squatted down, paused his big hand holding her foot, looked up and looked at her and asked.

The oppressive look made Ruan Chuyin's heart tremble violently, and the name that was on the tip of her tongue made her heart so heavy that she couldn't utter it.

The 800-zhang-high Meteor Cliff, the bloody people who were forced to jump off the cliff, and the tragic scenes were all vivid in her mind, making her cry.

"Is it Wei Jiusi?" Xiang Yunchi stared at her with a sinister light in his eyes, which made Ruan Chuyin even more afraid to admit it.

"I knew it!" He lowered his head again, tore off the black cloth wrapped around the jade feet, and carefully examined the injury.

Suddenly, the little foot slipped out of Xiang Yunchi's palm, and the moment he raised his eyebrows, the person was picked up horizontally by Qin Guanzhi.

The wound on his right arm was bleeding again due to the heavy weight, but he didn't even frown and didn't look injured at all.

"Qin Guanzhi, you are looking for death!" Xiang Yunchi stood up suddenly and gathered internal force in his palm in an instant.

"My master has medicine on him." He said coldly, hugged the person in his arms tightly and jumped to the other side.

"Damn it, why aren't you so active in beating the tiger!" Xiang Yunchi spat at him eighteen times in his heart and jumped up.

Yan Shanting looked at Ruan Chuyin's slender exposed feet, and his heart suddenly felt empty.

Qi Ruyi looked at her carefully three times and took her pulse again before relaxing his frown.

"You caught a cold. The injury on your foot will heal in half a month." Actually, this was an understatement. If you applied the flesh-growing ointment he made, you would be able to walk in five days.

The Sword God's words made everyone present breathe a sigh of relief.

Yan Shanting had to go ahead because he had to rush to Hengduan Mountain to attend the Ten Sects Summit Conference.

Qin Guanzhi, Xiang Yunchi and others expressed their deep gratitude to Xuantian Sect for their help, and promised to reward them handsomely.

Yan Shanting's eyes kept falling on Ruan Chuyin's tearful face. He couldn't understand why this girl could cry so much? He had helped her find a fiancé, and yet she was still crying so hard.

After calming himself, he replied calmly, "No need for a high reward. The Wangxi Sect and the Xuantian Sect have been friends for hundreds of years, and we are inseparable. I didn't see you at the last summit meeting, so you won't come this time either?"

Yan Shanting asked in confusion. He had heard that the leader of the Wangxi Sect, Fan Yu, intended to pass the throne to Qin Guanzhi, but he had twice passed up the opportunity to shine. Why?

When Qin Guanzhi heard this, his expression changed slightly and he couldn't help but purse his lips.

I didn't go last time because I wanted to avoid Hao Rong's harassment.

She didn't go this time, still to avoid Hao Rong and her arrogant and conceited master, Zuo Jinghe, the master of Cuizhu Peak.

These two people now regard him as a thorn in their side. Not to mention attending the Ten Sects Summit Conference, he now has to think carefully about even returning to Wangxi Sect.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Yan Shanting guessed that he had touched a sore spot, so he turned around and said, "I hope to see you at the martial arts conference at the end of the year. Goodbye!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and flew away. The twenty disciples of Xuantian Sect all glanced at Ruan Chuyin before disappearing into the void.

After three breaths, a deep, powerful and deep voice came from the air.

"Miss Ruan, Yan is waiting for your letter."

The crying gradually became quieter.

Ruan Chuyin rubbed her red and swollen eyes, Yan Shanting's words kept turning in her mind, and she nodded silently.

"Hatsune, what's that letter?" Qin Guanzhi suddenly became alert. His thoughts on participating in the martial arts conference suddenly came to a halt.

"When I open a big restaurant in the future, I will send a letter to Master Yan, asking him to dine for free." Ruan Chuyin calmed down a little and replied softly.

Qin Guanzhi lowered his head and looked at her quietly, his eyes indifferent and no emotion could be seen.

Xiang Yunchi was no longer so calm and quickly said, "Hatsune, you can go back to Zuixianlou. I'll give you the title deed." (The title deed only has the seller's name on it, not the buyer's. If it's lost and you can't find a witness, it will be very troublesome.)

"You dare!" Qin Guanzhi instantly grasped the Qinghong Sword, and the murderous look in his eyes was so heavy that he almost wanted to tear him into pieces.

When Yu Yu heard that Xiang Yunchi was trying to trick Ruan Chuyin into leaving Dayong, he immediately jumped in front of him with a fierce look in his eyes and said, "Xiang Yunchi, are you afraid of losing your life and want to go against the four million troops of the Zhenguo Mansion?"

Qi Ruyi, Ruan Chuyin, and even Qin Guanzhi were all shocked by A Yu's domineering words. They had never known A Yu could be so arrogant.

"Qin Guanzhi, you're a loser. You rely on your master to beat the Eight-Star Tiger, and your parents to snatch a woman. Do you really think you're the only one who can mobilize people? Is a four-million-strong army so impressive? Why don't you just pull them all out and walk around for a while and see?"

Xiang Yunchi was furious. He wanted to bring over his brothers' eight major sects, their mother, and their eight fathers. His maternal grandfather was the Northern Guardian King of the Southern Star Kingdom, commanding an army of three million. Adding his brothers to that, he could barely make it to four million. At worst, he could recruit a few close friends to round up the number.

"Xiang Yunchi, watch your mouth!"

The clanging sound of swords echoed in the air. The dim light of the Qinghong Sword seemed to be covered with a layer of white frost in the sunlight, and the cold air it emitted seemed to be able to cut people all over their bodies even through the air.

"Guanzhi, can we leave first and discuss other things? It will be terrible if those eight-star tigers come back." Ruan Chuyin now just wants to leave this place quickly and never wants to set foot in this forest again in her life.

Her words instantly brought the two men back to their senses.

I was so angry that I almost forgot I was still in Shougou Mountain.

Qi Ruyi looked at the two of them bickering happily with a smile, and felt that Guan Zhi's personality was much more lively than before.

Young people should be a little energetic so that their lives won’t be too boring.

Wu Daozi's grandson's swordsmanship is as good as his personality. It would be beneficial for both of them to exchange ideas with Guan Zhi more often.

Time flies, and it was already night when the group returned to Furong Town.

On the way, Qi Ruyi suggested that Qin Guanzhi attend the martial arts conference. Firstly, since he had learned a lot, it was necessary to show his skills in the martial arts world. Secondly, it would allow him to better understand his own strength.

There are far more people participating in the martial arts conference than in the top ten sects’ summit conference.

Who knows, maybe some hidden dragon will suddenly show up this year?