Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

In the courtyard outside the main house, there was a large training ground surrounded by bamboo forests. At this moment, the two men were standing opposite each other, one on the left and one on the right.

Rong Zhao held a longbow in his hand, which looked quite familiar to Lin Huan. Lin Huan held the familiar emerald green sharp sword upside down, and Rong Zhao smiled happily after just one look. He knew that he could have fun now.

"Brother Boyang gave you this bow?" Lin Huan laughed.

"It's not for Ah Huan... I borrowed it from my brother..." Rong Zhao smiled with a guilty conscience. Someone in the bamboo forest snorted, blocking out the chatter of the people around him, but didn't say much.

"In that case, let's give it a fight?" Lin Huan raised the corners of his lips and clenched the sword in his hand.

"Yes!" Rong Zhao agreed solemnly.

After Lin Huan finished speaking, his figure faded away from where he was, and the next second he appeared a few steps in front of Rong Zhao, at an astonishing speed, arriving in the blink of an eye.

Rong Zhao was stunned for half a second, then reacted quickly, stepped back a few steps, drew his bow and shot an arrow, which flew through the air and passed by Lin Huan's chest. Lin Huan evaded the arrow with agility as he changed his pace, and without taking a step back, he moved forward again.

"That was a close call! But... your arrow was a little too far off..." Lin Huan raised his eyebrows, and the green light pierced Rong Zhao's chest.

Rong Zhao dodged and stepped forward with his bow, and they immediately engaged in a fight. The two exchanged dozens of moves, and for a moment it was hard to tell who had the upper hand.

Lin Huan suddenly dodged and took a step back, leaping onto the bamboo leaves, and quickly approached Rong Zhao. He did not dare to be careless, and leaped a few steps, also landing between the bamboos, aiming, drawing the bow and arrow, the arrow flew out, drawing an arc in the air, and went straight to Lin Huan's face.

Lin Huan did not dodge, the sword flashed and broke the arrow, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the next moment, his wrist flew, and several bamboo leaves as sharp as knives flew out of his hand and attacked Rong Zhao. Rong Zhao did not expect someone to foul, and hurriedly stepped back a few steps, but was still hit by the green leaves, his body unstable, and fell from a high altitude.

Lin Huan took the opportunity to chase after him, and while Rong Zhao was staggering and unable to stand, he swung his green sword around him like a spirit snake. The moment it got close to him, the green snake disappeared without a trace, leaving only the dark green sharp sword firmly on Rong Zhao's neck.

"You lose." Lin Huan smiled and let go of his hand, and the long sword in his hand disappeared without a trace. "Come on, get up. Rest for a while, and then come again?"

"What are you doing? How can you commit a foul like this?" Rong Zhao shouted in dissatisfaction.

Lin Huan smiled slightly: "You borrowed Brother Boyang's longbow, but didn't use your own magic. Isn't that also a violation of the rules?"

Rong Zhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard that, but he also knew that Lin Huan was joking, so he sat down on the ground and relaxed, allowing the person next to him to hold his hand and pull him up.

"Okay, I'll practice with you using my family's magic." He said softly with a serious expression, "The Ye family's magic to exorcise demons and monsters is almost all killing moves. Ah Huan, use all your strength and don't hold back."

Lin Huan narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded gently. After a rest, the two men once again deployed their forces. This time, Rong Zhao's palm was empty, while Lin Huan's was still holding the emerald green sword. Both sides looked at each other warily.

"It's your turn to make the first move this time." Lin Huan turned sideways, with his sword folded behind his back. He stood straight and looked at him with shining eyes.

Rong Zhao snorted angrily and attacked first without any hesitation. He moved his fingers slightly, and a talisman appeared in his palm. The next second, the talisman was covered with frost and turned into powder. In an instant, the surrounding bamboo leaves rustled, the temperature dropped sharply, and the bamboo leaves shot towards Lin Huan like swords.

Lin Huan narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand to pinch the bamboo branch that was attacking his neck, jumped up on his toes, and swept the green sword in his hand. A wind field was generated around him, blowing away the bamboo branch that was attacking him.

Rong Zhao laughed softly, opened his hands, and scattered the talisman paper like raindrops, floating in the air around Lin Huan, as if forming a cage. On the talisman paper, blue light flickered, and it seemed that ice lotuses could be vaguely seen blooming.

Lin Huan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he spun a few times on his toes. The emerald green sword in his hand shone brightly, drawing beautiful arcs in the air. Wherever the sword passed, a cold light flashed and shattered the ice wall formed by the rune. The rune turned into ashes and floated in the air, but the ice layer gradually melted, revealing the silver ice silk net wrapped in it, and it rushed towards her from all directions.

Surrounded and left.

Lin Huan's eyes flashed, and he made a sword flower with the emerald green sword. With a turn of his wrist, a ray of emerald green light overflowed from the sword. His figure spun gracefully, and the long sword in his hand waved out countless rays of light, like a falling meteor, which landed on the ground with a bang, breaking and shattering the silk threads in all directions.

Lin Huan landed on one knee, lightly raised the sword in his palm, sheathed the sword in an instant, and stood up.

"That's enough, Rong Zhao. No more fighting." Lin Huan said calmly. The two of them had been fighting for a long time, and there was still no winner. But if they continued to fight, they would probably hurt each other.

Rong Zhao curled his lips, took back his talisman, and walked back to the pavilion to rest.

"Why don't you fight anymore?" Rong Zhao asked casually.

"Let me ask you, what's the matter with your Ice God's Eye? You didn't have it when you were on the battlefield, so when did you get it?" Lin Huan looked at him sternly and asked.

Rong Zhao shrugged and spread his hands: "That's it. The desire surges to the critical point, and then bang, it happens."

"Brother Rong Zhao, you..." Lin Huan looked a little unhappy.

"Don't hide it from me, can you? Tell me the real reason, okay?"

"A Huan..." Rong Zhao frowned and wanted to explain something, but suddenly stopped talking and then showed a flattering smile to cover up the truth.

"Stop asking, okay?"

"I do not want to say."

"..." Lin Huan was unable to breathe and could only sigh and give up.

"Okay...I won't ask anymore."

She could never refuse him. Facing his eyes, she really had no other choice.