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Qiu Xuanyi watched them fly by in front of him one by one, and naturally felt a fight in his heart.

"Zhiyao, don't be in a hurry, I'll take you to meet them right away, how could you be missing in this martial arts competition. Hold me tight." Qiu Xuanyi hugged Mo Zhiyao tightly, jumped up lightly, and walked towards They chased in the direction where they left.

I finally got you in my arms. With such a soft and fragrant body, how could you be willing to give you up to any man?

However, Qiu Xuanyi did not slow down because of his attachment to Mo Zhiyao's fragrant and soft body, and continued to move forward quickly.

Mo Zhiyao felt the extremely fast wind speed, and looked at the phantoms of flowers, plants and trees retreating rapidly.

She couldn't believe that she was in mid-air now.

"Don't be afraid, I'll always be by your side." Qiu Xuanyi looked at Mo Zhiyao's curious and unbelievable expression, with a smile hidden in his eyes.

Embracing her soft body tightly, Qiu Xuanyi accelerated her flight speed.

The body seemed to pass through the clouds in an instant, and finally landed on a boulder.

"Okay, Mr. Ning's move just now was really cool."

As soon as he landed, he heard Mo Zhiwu yelling.

Mo Zhiyao frowned tightly, his eyes fixed on the shocking duel by the lake.

A layer of faint yellow liquid vapor swirls around the bodies of the two handsome men at the same time. Under their feet is the endless and clearly bottomless majestic West Lake.

Yinhuajin was holding a clear water flute in his hand, and he stared at the elegant purple robed man who was still standing on the opposite side.

The fight just now was just a warm-up for the two of them, this is the important moment.

Tap your toes lightly, and there are faint ripples on the water surface.

Yinhuajin flew up as if he was light like a swallow, and the jade flute stretched his lips, blowing out a melody that was both beautiful and implied great power.

This light water soul song is the level he can reach so far.

He doesn't believe it, he can't beat him!

The sound of the song is all over the sky, listening to this wonderful song, everyone's feeling is not how beautiful and moving this song is.

Instead, it seemed as if there was a boulder blocked in my heart, which I couldn't move or let go.

This feeling of being pulled is extremely uncomfortable, and as the tempo is turned up or down, this feeling of being pressed becomes more and more obvious.

Not knowing the feelings of other people, Mo Zhiyao was dizzy and almost couldn't hold on anymore.

Qiu Xuanyi used all the qi in his body to resist the eroding magic sound, and the unique martial arts of Guanque Villa are really powerful.

Relying on the internal strength taught by his father, Mo Zhiwu could barely resist for a while.

As for the clear sound, there is no need to worry at all, the family-inherited exercises have their own solution.

But Mo Zhiyao, who is the least familiar with martial arts here, almost vomited blood under the attack of the flute sound.

Feeling a hint of fishy sweetness in his throat, Mo Zhiyao covered his ears with his hands, and his body was limp on the ground, but he still couldn't stop the violent attack of the rhythm.

"Zhiyao! How are you?" Qiu Xuanyi's complexion changed drastically, he reached out to support Mo Zhiyao, and let out some genuine energy.

Mo Zhiyao felt his body warm up, and the overwhelming feeling in his body seemed to slow down a lot.

"Thank you sister Qiu for saving me, otherwise I'm afraid I can't do it. Mr. Yin's flute sound is too sharp, and my cultivation level is still low, so I can't resist it." Mo Zhiyao clutched his chest and looked at the two fighting together. people.

Ning Yuchun sneered, it was just a piece of music, and she played it a little out of tune.

With a swipe of the fan, it flew out of his palm.

There seemed to be a huge vortex in the air.

The white jade fan spun along the vortex at a high speed, and suddenly hit Yinhua Jin.

Yinhuajin couldn't move his hands temporarily because he had to control the intonation angle.

With a hook of both feet, the figure unexpectedly flew upside down.

With a flash, he avoided Ning Yuchun's Ling Fan's breath.

The curvature increased suddenly, and the sound was coming to an end.

Under the swirling sound waves, the calm lake suddenly surged.

Waves of surging waves rushed towards the purple-robed man.

Ning Yuchun looked at the oncoming huge waves, dodged her body, backed up and dodged, and at the same time the fan flew back into her hand.

Ning Yuchun's eyes froze, and he threw the jade fan again, but the fan disappeared in the air.

Yinhuajin stood on the waves, staring at everything, as if feeling a little crisis.

Curved.

However, the amplitude of the lake has increased a lot, and the shape of the flying is a huge palm.

Ning Yuchun squinted her eyes, looking at the giant palm pressing towards her in the sky, as if it was too fast for words.

"Can't you hide?" Ning Yuchun pursed her lips and smiled, and when the purple robe was twisted, she flew up to meet the water palm print.

With a splash, the huge palm print made up of countless water droplets and waves was penetrated by a huge force.

A deep giant hole appeared in the palm, the water fell, and everything was calm.

Mo Zhiwu opened his mouth wide and watched the competition end in disbelief, his jaw expanded so much that it almost dislocated.

Mr. Ning...lost?

Qiu Xuanyi supported Mo Zhiyao, the two looked at each other and frowned, what's going on?

Yin Huaqing's expression froze, what's going on?It can't be so peaceful.

Yinhuajin turned over and jumped, still standing on the lake, suddenly burst out laughing, "Young Master Yushan, I have learned."

The purple robe moved lightly, curled with a trace of fierce wind, and suddenly soared into the sky.

The waves flew up, and apart from the calm, there was a sound of breaking through the sky.

There is a layer of light milky white brilliance jade fan around the body, the fan mouth has been opened, and it is spinning at an extremely fast speed.

The fan seemed to have eyes, fixed on the white-robed man's body.

When Yinhuajin was feeling proud, he saw the fan jumping out from nowhere, and it flew back again.

His eyes were so wide that he almost fell to the ground, and he quickly turned around and flew away.

It was too late to play another tune while chasing.

No matter which direction Yinhuajin dodges from, the fan can follow and chase from different angles.

Squeak.

The white silk was blown by the wind, floated into the green lake, and sank down.

"Bastard!" Yin Huajin's eyes were as bloodshot as a Shura, and he stared at the smiling purple robed man on the bank.

When did he appear in that position?

Mo Zhiyao saw that Ning Yuchun's body was not soaked anywhere, and he was certain in his heart.

In this competition, Ning Yuchun still gave way to Yinhua in the end.

Otherwise, it would not be the clothes on Yin Huajin's chest that were hissing with the fan, but his neck.

A folding fan flew in the air, sprinkled a beautiful arc, and returned to the owner's hand.

Yinhuajin rolled over and fell to the ground, a large piece of clothing material on his chest was cut in a mess, indistinctly, it seemed that the Confucian clothing inside had also been torn with deep marks.

If Ning Yuchun was using a little bit of internal strength, he might not be able to stand here anymore.

Although he was dissatisfied, he had no choice but to step forward.

Yin Huajin's face was still a little unnatural, and he said in a low voice: "Thank you, Mr. Ning, for your mercy."

Ning Yuchun looked into his eyes with a smile, and the gloomy look was still vaguely exposed.

Ning Yuchun didn't care, she shook her fan, and the corners of her lips curled up, "It's easy to say."

Mo Zhiwu chuckled, and looked at Ning Yuchun with another level of eyesight, "Young Master Ning, didn't you say you invited us to Feiyun Tower. Now that the competition is over, what are we waiting for, why don't we go first?" Let's eat."

Because of the influence of the flute sound just now, Mo Zhiyao obviously felt a little uncomfortable.

Looking at Mo Zhiyao's pale face, Qiu Xuanyi felt extremely painful in his heart.

The two of them really shouldn't be fighting, otherwise Zhiyao wouldn't be injured.

"Zhiyao, why are you so pale?" Ning Yuchun seemed to have noticed something was wrong with Mo Zhiyao, and hurriedly asked.

"Mr. Ning, I'm fine." Mo Zhiyao endured the discomfort and forced a smile.

Qiu Xuanyi sneered and said: "It's not that you guys insist on martial arts competition, and Mr. Yin's flute sound is too fierce. Zhiyao, a weak woman who doesn't know martial arts, naturally can't resist this strong internal force, so I suffered." internal injury."

What?Ning Yuchun's face darkened, and he stared at Yinhuajin, as if he wanted to poke a few holes before giving up.

Yinhuajin also knew that his recklessness was the cause of the disaster, so he hurried forward and said, "Zhiyao, I'm sorry. It was my impulsiveness that caused you to be injured, so don't worry about it."

Counting the man's true identity, Qiu Xuanyi glanced coldly, then turned to Ning Yuchun.

"Zhiyao, how do you feel now? Is there anything uncomfortable?" Ning Yuchun was naturally worried about Mo Zhiyao's physical condition. If the shock hurt his internal organs, it would be his own loss.

Mo Zhiyao just wanted to say that he was much better and there was nothing serious.

Not wanting to, Ning Yuchun stretched out his hand and grabbed her wrist.

"Mr. Ning..." Mo Zhiyao was startled, and hastily withdrew his hand.

Qiu Xuanyi almost stared at Ning Yuchun with fiery eyes, never expecting this man to be so frivolous and unreasonable!

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