After crossing over, I was favored by the villain

After waiting for a while, Wan Ling came back and I saw her looking for drinks.

Feng Hanyun immediately asked, "What did they say after you delivered the food?"

Wan Ling saluted and said, "He didn't say anything. After General Yuchuan thanked him, he ordered his men to put the food aside and continued to train his soldiers."

"Someone from the Five Saints felt that the wine and drinks they sent were not enough for five people to share, and wanted my disciple to send some more."

Jin Yan smiled and said, "Junior sister, stop working so hard. You've been tired for a long time. Sit down and taste your own cooking."

Wan Ling looked surprised, "Don't we need to send wine to the Five Saints?"

Jin Yan smiled but said nothing. Feng Hanyun seemed to understand what Jin Yan meant. "Please sit down and eat something. As the main force of this lunch, you can't tire yourself out."

Wan Ling was flattered, "Thank you, Master, thank you, Senior Sister."

The three of them ate normally, but Jin Yan chewed slowly and occasionally looked up to look outside, while Wan Ling was used to eating fast and was full in a short while.

Feng Hanyun had already drunk two large jars of wine before he was able to suppress the depression in his heart.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Jin Yan looked at Feng Hanyun and said, "Master, there are a few moves in the Dark Night Secret Manual that I don't understand. Can you show them to me?"

Feng Hanyun raised her eyebrows. She had drunk so much, it was time for her to get up and move around.

"Okay, Yan'er, Ling'er, this set of swordsmanship was created by the master during his training. It can be combined with any secret skills to exert different strengths and can also resist close-range dangers."

As Feng Hanyun spoke, he walked into the courtyard with his sword in hand. The sword of Fanghua in his hand gradually came out of its sheath, and the light illuminated Feng Hanyun's eyes.

After throwing away the scabbard, Feng Hanyun began to dance, raising the sword and waving it, her fairy clothes fluttering in the wind, her figure as light as a swallow, sword flowers flying, cold light flashing, her eyes firm, her movements flowing like water, a combination of hardness and softness, her every move carried her black and red demonic aura, showing her heroic spirit.

Perhaps she was a little drunk, and she did not forget to take a sip of wine after each move. She was like a chivalrous lady, her sword energy was like a rainbow, and every move she made was fierce and powerful. When she withdrew her sword in time, her fairy clothes moved with the wind, which was amazing. She was unyielding in her sword energy.

Every opening and closing, every move and every posture, all of them drive the surrounding wind to move with them, and the strikes are even more vigorous and powerful. Who says women are inferior to men? They still have the same fierceness and can perform the most amazing moves.

"Okay!" Jin Yan and Wan Ling kept shouting and cheering.

Feng Hanyun's dancing figure, illuminated by the scorching sun, formed a beautiful scenery, making people intoxicated in this feast of strength and beauty.

When the sword was put back into the scabbard, Feng Hanyun gathered his demonic energy and prepared to return to his position with a smile on his face, but at this moment he heard unusual movements around him.

She casually threw the empty wine jar in her hand, but Fang Tian caught it steadily, "Oh, Miss Feng, this move of yours is a killer move."

Seeing the wine jar being caught in front of Fang Tian's face, his hands trembled. Feng Hanyun bowed in shame and said, "Excuse me."

Jiaolan tilted her head and looked at Feng Hanyun, "Did you learn the moves you just used from the Red Sand Pavilion?"

Feng Hanyun shook her head, and she also raised her head proudly, "This is a move I created myself."

Guerlain nodded with satisfaction, "Let's have a competition? The loser has to drink ten jars of wine!"

Feng Hanyun leaned sideways, wanting to accept the challenge, but heard Jin Yan's inner voice, "Jiao Lan has a strength above that of a great master. If she loses, it will be a small matter, but the consequences will be great. I'd better persuade the goddess not to accept the challenge."

[But if Jiaolan doesn't use her magic, she may be able to win the battle with just this one move. What should I choose? ]

Feng Hanyun raised his lips in a beautiful arc, "Ten Altars is simple, but the strength of Lord Demon is known to all demon cultivators. Are you really not bullying me?"

Guerlain coughed lightly a few times to hide her embarrassment. She was also thinking about relaxing and tasting the jar of good wine, but it seemed that she had been exposed.

"How about this, none of us uses magic power, and we just have a simple competition?" Jiaolan was still arrogant.

This was exactly what Feng Hanyun wanted. "Okay, Lord Demon, please show us your weapons."

Jiaolan looked behind her and said, "Step back, or I'll hurt you." As she spoke, two short blades appeared in her hands. Everyone was shocked when she showed them. This was not the Tengjiao double blades that were most feared among the magic cultivators. They looked ordinary, but they could kill people without being seen. They could also stretch and shrink, making them easy to hide.

Seeing that space had been made for the two of them, Guerlain's double blades crossed and made a "ping-ping" sound. It was obvious from the sound that this was a good spiritual weapon.

"Don't say that I'm bullying you. I'll give you three moves." Guerlain smiled.

Feng Hanyun was not polite either. She was determined to defeat Guerlain with her own strength, so she rushed forward.

In the first three moves, Jiaolan just dodged Feng Hanyun's moves. After three moves, she launched an attack. The two of them fought back and forth without any mercy, and each move was deadly, which made people's heart tighten.

Seeing this, Jin Yan carefully considered Guerlain's flaws. [Guerlain relied on her petite figure to easily avoid the goddess's attacks, which was also her most confident point. So, Guerlain's lower body might not be stable, and she would not have thought that someone would attack downwards.]

Hearing Jin Yan's thoughts, Feng Hanyun changed his moves and slid all the way down, attacking Guerlan almost sticking to the ground. It was obvious that Guerlan did not realize that someone would attack her in this way, so she could only retreat step by step, relying on flexible movements to avoid Feng Hanyun's attacks.

In just a moment, the weapon danced across the sky between the two of them, finally forcing Jiaolan to fly away. With the help of her flexible body and the surrounding rockery and stone walls, she started to escape by flying over the eaves and walls. Feng Hanyun did not catch up with her directly, but went against her and blocked her way with his sword.

The two spiritual soldiers resisted and made a noise, which made the people watching the performance around them clap and cheer continuously.

Jiaolan knew that if she continued to run, she would really lose, so she flew up and spun to avoid Feng Hanyun's attack. As she dodged, she swung out with both blades, slashing at Feng Hanyun's hair. However, Feng Hanyun saw through her intention, and the sword in his hand danced in her palm for a circle before returning to her palm.

In this situation, Feng Hanyun's sword was pointed at Jiaolan's throat. A smile appeared on her lips. She put away her sword and saluted, "My Lord, I am sorry for the insolence."

Guerlain took back the Teng Jiao double blades in her hand, clapped her hands and cheered, "Okay, I lost, I admit defeat, I will drink ten jars of wine."

"There's plenty of food and wine, please come in!" Feng Hanyun said, making a 'please' gesture and inviting the five people to take a seat.

Fang Tian then smiled innocently and came to Jin Yan's side. He touched his big bald head and turned his head to look at Jin Yan, "You have recovered well."

Jin Yan smiled and said, "Fortunately, although the wounds on my body have not completely healed, I don't feel much pain anymore."

Fang Tian subconsciously looked at Shu Yan next to him. Shu Yan nodded, and Fang Tian then took out a jar of wine and poured himself a bowl.

He praised generously, "The wine from the Rosewood Pavilion is really good, with a fragrant aroma that lingers on the palate. This is a treasure that those people down the mountain cannot refine."