Fall: Rebirth

At this moment, due to Yan Yin's inner anger, the temperature around him actually rose steadily like Yan Yin's mood.

Upon seeing this, Cang Yan and Yuan Gu hurriedly increased the frequency of waving their fans, trying to bring a bit of coolness; while the many disciples next to them could not help but raise their hands to wipe the sweat that kept oozing from their foreheads.

Yuan Gu approached Yan Yin carefully and slowly, gently waving the folding fan in his hand, and said with a smile, "God of Fire, calm down."

However, Ziying rolled his eyes without any appreciation and retorted in a stiff tone: "Competitions are always unpredictable, so why get angry about it?"

When Yan Yin heard Ziying's words, his face instantly turned extremely ugly, as if he had been greatly insulted - wasn't this clearly a repeated reminder that he had just lost?

Cang Yan, who is usually as taciturn as a mute person, chose to remain silent at this moment like an old monk in meditation. Only his eyes, like an eagle, kept moving back and forth between Yan Yin and Ziying, observing them.

At this moment, Qingli stood up gracefully and slowly, staring at Yan Yin with her beautiful eyes, and said coquettishly: "If you want to talk about being angry, all the pear blossoms on my head have been plucked bare by your disciple. Do you think I should be angry about this?"

Hearing what Qingli said, Yan Yin couldn't help but look embarrassed as if he was burned by fire.

Li Feng respectfully bowed as tall and straight as a pine tree, but said nothing.

Qingli walked slowly to the pear tree, stretched out her green fingers and waved them gently. A powerful and mysterious vitality like fairy dew immediately emanated from her fingertips like a spring.

The pear tree, which had originally withered to only a few pear flowers, unexpectedly began to grow new buds slowly, as if a dead tree had come back to life! These buds blossomed one after another like stars, and in the blink of an eye, the entire tree was covered with snow-white, gorgeous pear flowers, even more luxuriant than before the flowers withered.

Seeing such a magical sight, the disciples were so surprised that their jaws almost dropped.

At this moment, Yuan Gu walked towards Qing Li as fast as the wind, coughed softly, covered half of his face with his fan, and asked in a low voice like a fly's whisper: "I looked everywhere for you just now but couldn't find any trace of you. Could it be that you ran to Youdu again?"

Qingli immediately understood Yuangu's thoughts and nodded slightly to show his agreement.

Then, Yuangu couldn't wait to ask questions like a string of cannonballs: "Then...how is Yeyou doing now?" After all, he hadn't seen Yeyou for half a month, and he was really worried and concerned.

Qingli sighed softly and replied in a tone as light as smoke: "I heard from Wangchuan that she hasn't slept for several days."

Upon hearing the news, Yuangu's face changed instantly like a chameleon. He hurriedly closed the fan in his hand, revealing a trace of worry like a dark cloud.

Not long after, everyone stepped out of the Chenchu ​​Hall one after another.

Looking at their receding backs, Ziying showed a look of joy on his face, and turned to praise Ziying, saying: "Hill, good boy! You really helped me get rid of my anger!"

Chu Heng, who was standing nearby, also found it difficult to suppress his excitement and interrupted, "Didn't you see just now that Li Feng didn't get any advantage, and the Fire God's face turned green with anger. He just put the cup down casually when drinking tea." As he spoke, Chu Heng seriously imitated Yan Yin's actions just now.

Seeing this, Ling Han also echoed and added: "I was almost scared out of my wits by him."

Everyone was talking at the same time, and Hill was confused and at a loss. He could only look at whoever was talking.

Qingli saw the innocent looks of his disciples and couldn't help but laugh: "You fish every day, how can you not get anything?"

Ziying suddenly realized something as if he had suddenly realized something: "So that's how it is. When they are playing around, they are actually honing their sensitivity, right?"

Qingli slowly closed her eyes, a faint smile appeared on her lips, she nodded lightly and said: "They didn't use any spiritual power, they only caught the fish based on intuition. On the surface, it seems to be a joke, but over time, it can actually improve their speed and sensitivity."

"No wonder... Hill was able to handle Li Feng's attack so easily even though it was as fierce as a storm." At this point, Ziying finally woke up from his dream.

"In fact, we should be grateful for this fierce battle with Li Feng." Qingli turned around and stared at the disciples, saying earnestly: "If it were you guys fighting on your own, you would inevitably feel sympathy and hold back. But Li Feng would never do that. He used all his strength in every move just now, without any mercy. It is because of this that Hill was able to show his true ability."

At this moment, Hill raised his hand and gently stroked his head, and replied in a naive manner: "In fact, I also saw the clues, so I didn't leave that guy any breathing space later."

Hearing this, Ziying smiled with joy, gently punched Hill's chest, and praised: "Good boy, you did a great job!"

At this time, pear blossoms are falling like snow, and laughter lingers under the tree. The white petals are fluttering, as light as snowflakes, creating a dreamlike scene.