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Wushe was startled and didn't dare to slack off at all.

His figure flashed like a ghost, and he dodged Murong Yan's fierce attack by a hair's breadth. His movements were as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye he had moved several feet away, as if he had never stayed in the same place.

Murong Yan's attack missed, but she didn't show any sign of discouragement. Her eyebrows raised slightly, and her eyes revealed stubbornness and courage.

Then, she quickly raised her right leg, drawing a perfect arc in the air, like a black lightning, sweeping towards Wushe.

This kick is not only incredibly powerful and can break rocks and metal, but also has a unique beauty.

As she moved, the hem of her black phoenix robe fluttered in the wind like a battle flag lifted by a strong wind, rustling and rustling.

The fifty-meter-long tail at this moment is like a venom that has been awakened. It is quite spiritual, dancing in the air, tumbling and twisting in the air. Wherever it goes, sand and rocks fly, but it is miraculously not stained by a trace of dust, still maintaining its extraordinary splendor. Under the sunlight, the patterns on the tail are shining.

Wushe's eyes narrowed, and he ducked like a cheetah hunting to dodge the kick. At the same time, he stretched out his right hand, as fast as the wind, and grabbed Murong Yan's ankle like an eagle catching a rabbit.

If you grab her firmly, you can make her unable to move.

Seeing this, Murong Yan tapped her toes lightly, used the force to fly into the air, and performed a stunning somersault in the air. Not only did she cleverly avoid Wushe's grasp, she also took advantage of the situation and threw out both fists, from top to bottom, smashing down at Wushe like a meteor falling to the ground. Each punch contained a tremendous force and carried an indomitable momentum.

Wushe stepped back quickly, crossing his palms to block. There was a muffled "bang" sound, and where the two palms and fists met, a wave of air surged out, shaking the surrounding flowers and plants, as if they were struggling in a strong wind.

Murong Yan used the force to spin gracefully in the air and landed steadily. The tail of her black phoenix robe was like a smart blackened phoenix, drawing an extremely beautiful curve in the air, and then gently fell down, as if completing a gorgeous farewell performance.

The two of them went back and forth, inseparable for a while, and half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Murong Yan's moves became more and more fierce and varied. Her boxing skills were fierce yet agile. Every time she swung her punch, it seemed as if she could split mountains and crack rocks, and she could cleverly change her moves at the critical moment. Her leg techniques were extremely tricky, with strange angles, making it difficult to defend against.

With every attack, the black phoenix robe danced wildly, and the tail seemed to be infused with a soul, rolling and stretching wantonly on the ground, coordinating with her posture seamlessly, forming a shocking and breathtaking picture.

Wushe also defended his position as solid as a rock, without a single leak. He was agile and nimble, and whenever he dodged or avoided, attacked or defended, his opponents would not dare to underestimate him.

At this moment, the sun became hotter and hotter, shining on the two of them without reservation.

Fine beads of sweat had seeped out of Murong Yan's forehead, and a few strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, which seemed to add a bit of charm to her.

She suddenly retracted her fist, took a few steps back, and a smile as sweet as a blooming spring flower appeared on her face.

"Hahaha! That's great! From now on we will fight every day!" Her voice was clear and pleasant, like a yellow oriole jumping among the woods in the early morning, echoing lingeringly in this open space, dispelling some of the tense atmosphere.

Wushe picked up the whisk he had thrown away at some point and bowed, "Your Majesty is a master of martial arts. I admire you."

Although he had just experienced a fierce battle and was exhausted physically, there was still no sign of fatigue on his face, as if he was a fortress that would never collapse.

Murong Yan waved her hand slightly, signaling him not to be polite. She raised her hand and elegantly smoothed the hair beside her temples. She said slowly, "Stop flattering me. I still like to hear you talk about martial arts."

After saying this, she turned around, and the tail of her black phoenix robe was like a black auspicious cloud, gracefully drawing an arc and returning to the bedroom.

Wushe stood up, not wanting to ask any more questions, and could only follow closely.

......

Murong Yan, still hot from her morning exercise, returned to her bedroom in high spirits.

As soon as she stepped into the palace, the scene before her made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

Musk Moon was standing trembling in front of Lin Zhen, while Lin Zhen was pinching Musk Moon's chin with one hand, with his eyes closed, sucking her tongue carefully.

Musk Moon opened her eyes wide, filled with fear and helplessness, her body was as stiff as petrified. She wanted to dodge but dared not move at all. Her hands hung helplessly in the air, not knowing where to put them.

Seeing this, Murong Yan's eyebrows raised, her beautiful eyes widened, and her delicate face was instantly covered with frost. She said coquettishly, "Okay, I'm doing morning exercises outside, and you hide in the bedroom to pick up girls. Watch the fight!"

As she spoke, she showed no mercy. She turned her body and her right fist, accompanied by a whistling sound, flew towards Lin Zhen like a cannonball.

Lin Zhen seemed to have eyes on his back and his reaction was extremely quick.

Just when Murong Yan's fist was about to touch him, he shook his body, and with lightning speed, he put his arm around Musk Moon's slender waist, holding her and leaping lightly, jumping onto the bed like a black lightning.

The quilt on the bed was blown up by the sudden noise and fluttered in the air.

Murong Yan was startled. A hint of surprise flashed across her eyes, which were originally filled with anger. She blurted out, "When did you become so fast?"

Lin Zhen held Sheyue, who was already pale with fear, in his arms. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said slowly, "Don't you know whether I'm fast or not?"

"Get out! I'm asking you a question!"

"Hehe, do you think you are the only one who can practice martial arts? I have been very busy at home these days." There was a hint of complacency in his tone, as if he was declaring to Murong Yan that he was not a lazy person either.

Murong Yan's curiosity piqued upon hearing this, but her jealousy remained. She stepped forward and angrily asked, "Who did you practice with?"

She looked like an angry yet curious kitten, cute yet a bit fierce.

Lin Zhen slightly adjusted the way he held Sheyue, letting her stand steadily, and then he replied calmly, "Of course it's the old sect leader."

When Murong Yan heard this, her anger suddenly rose again.

She took a few steps to the bedside, her jade hand like lightning, suddenly grabbed Lin Zhen's ear, gnashing her teeth and said, "Okay, since you are so powerful, let's go out and have a few moves together."

It was obvious that they would not give up until they achieved their goal.

Seeing this, Lin Zhen quickly begged for mercy: "Hey, no, no, no! Yan'er, I was wrong. This is just a joke, please don't take it seriously."

Murong Yan can fight against Wushe, so it is definitely not possible for a half-baked Lin Zhen to compare with you.

As he spoke, he tried to pry Murong Yan's hands apart, but Murong Yan was very measured in her movements. He grimaced in pain, but he didn't dare to struggle too much, for fear of really angering her.

But Murong Yan was not willing to let him go easily. She grabbed Lin Zhen with force and walked out of the palace.

Lin Zhen had no choice but to let her drag him, stumbling all the way out of the bedroom and into the yard.

At this time, the sunlight was shining on the bluestone slabs in the yard, giving off a warm glow.

Murong Yan let go of Lin Zhen's ear, took a few steps back, and got into position.

The gorgeous black phoenix robe she was wearing looked even more mysterious and solemn under the sunlight.

On the robe, the phoenix embroidered with gold and silver threads looked like a living creature. As she moved, it flapped its wings and was about to fly. Every feather of the wing sparkled with brilliant light, as if cheering her on.

And the fifty-meter-long tail is a beautiful embellishment in this competition.

The train was embroidered with intricate patterns, mainly blooming peonies, with layers of petals clustered together, gorgeous and tempting, matched with lively cloud patterns. As Murong Yan moved, the train looked like a flowing black river, winding and curling on the ground, which was beautiful beyond words.

Seeing this, Lin Zhen knew that he could not avoid today's competition, so he could only bite the bullet and deal with it with full concentration.

He bent his body slightly, spread his feet apart, and clenched his fists in front of his chest.

"bring it on."

"Wing Chun, Ip Man!"

"I let you ask!!" Murong Yan took the lead. She shouted, raised her left leg high, drew a graceful arc in the air, and swept towards Lin Zhen.

This kick, with both power and beauty, brought up a strong wind that made the flowers and plants in the yard tremble.

The hem of the black phoenix robe rose up violently, like a black battle flag fluttering in the wind.

Lin Zhen's eyes narrowed, not daring to be careless at all. He crouched down like a cheetah hunting and dodged the kick quickly. At the same time, he stretched out his right hand, as fast as the wind, and grabbed Murong Yan's chest.

Seeing this, Murong Yan immediately shouted angrily: "You are cheating!"

Then he tapped his toes lightly, used the force to soar into the air, and performed a stunning somersault in the air. In the process, he kicked Lin Zhen in the chest, causing him to fly backwards.

boom--

"Cough, cough, cough!" Lin Zhen fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust, coughing violently, looking in a mess.

Seeing this, Murong Yan stopped her moves and lightly moved to Lin Zhen's side. She crossed her arms over her chest, looked down at him, and snorted coldly: "Hmph, now you know how powerful I am."

Although his tone was still a little angry, there was a subtle flash of concern in his eyes.

Lin Zhen gave a bitter laugh, struggled to get up from the ground, dusted himself off, and muttered, "Yan'er, you're too cruel! My bones are about to fall apart."

As he spoke, he rubbed his chest, his face full of helplessness.