Tiansheng 15 years

The raging fire is like waves, and the sword energy is like frost and snow.Feng Nie had to admit that the female cultivator in front of her was one of the strongest cultivators she had encountered at the same level since she left the mountain.But he still has to win!Thinking of this adds another point to the spiritual power in his hand.

Thousands of flames are floating, and all dharmas are like dreams.Like a dream and an illusion, like thunder and lightning, all kinds of magic can invade.

"Go." Feng Nie yelled, his fingertips condensed into thousands of hair-thin flame lines, and under the blessing of his spiritual power, the flame lines condensed into a flame whip, and he swung it suddenly towards his opponent.

"Hmm." Ye Wanwan endured this wave of flame attacks, but there was a sweetness in his throat, and he vomited a mouthful of blood, and his feet also retreated a few steps, until his back hit the sky-reaching stone pillar on the stone platform before stopping.

Rudely wiped the blood from his mouth with his cuff, Yewan held the sword flower in his hand, and punched it bravely.

It's rare to meet an opponent, and it's more frustrating if you don't have a good time.Yewan presumes that the other party thinks the same way, otherwise why bother to fight until now, and just use the tricks in the first match to drain his spiritual and physical strength.Although she has a lot of spiritual power, she can only last for a while, unless she has five times more spiritual power, it is possible to withstand his move.

The sword moves directly to the vitals, but everything evaporates under the scorching flames.Yewan let out a muffled snort, and the natal spirit sword, which was regarded as half of its life, dropped from his hand, and was quickly dragged away by the whip turned into a flame and thrown to the audience.

"I admit defeat." The biggest reliance was taken away, and Yewan didn't have any deep hatred with the other party, and the fight was almost the same, so naturally he surrendered in a very timely manner.

Feng Nie slowly withdrew her spiritual power, and cupped her hands at night, who was struggling to stand, and said, "Thank you for your advice."

"To each other. If there is a chance to face each other next time, please be merciful."

Feng Nie nodded at night, and walked down the stone platform with his hands behind his back, meeting Qiu Xiyue's smiling handsome face and congratulatory voices.

After a cold response, he was pulled by Qiu Xiyue to the stone steps where Tian Yuxue was, and introduced his uncle Cong Wangzhen.

"I've seen real people, and I've heard great names for a long time." Long time no see, Yuan Su, little Mr. Yuan.

Yuan Su nodded, with complex and unpredictable eyes, he said: "Sit down. You are Xiyue's friend, come here as your own home, don't be restrained."

"Thank you Congwang Zhenren."

Feng Nie was sat down by Qiu Xiyue, without turning his head, he could feel a nostalgic gaze looking at him indistinctly.

Yuan Su asked casually, "How are the parents at Mr. Feng's family?"

"My parents died early, and my grandmother also passed away after raising me."

Yuan Su asked eagerly, "Then there are other relatives here?"

Feng Nie turned her face slightly, and said flatly: "No."

"How could it be?" Yuan Suwu murmured to himself, ignoring the surprised eyes around him and said to himself, "There should be!"

Feng Nie turned to look at him, and said: "There is also an uncle and grandpa whom I have never seen before, but it is too difficult to find someone in the vast crowd."

"Grandpa?"

Feng Nie's slender fingers caressed the side of her white and delicate face, and said in a slightly confused way: "Grandmother said that I look exactly like my uncle and grandpa."

Yuan Su couldn't keep calm, and asked: "Exactly the same? Are you, your grandmother's surname is Shen?"

Doubts appeared on Feng Nirvana's face, but he still said yes.

Yuan Su said, "Do you know the name of your uncle and grandpa?" His eyes were fixed on Feng Nie's profile, his expression unpredictable.

Feng Nie said: "I know! My uncle and grandpa's name is very delicate." At this point, he paused, and under Yuan Su's pleading gaze, he said the name in his heart word by word.

"Shen, Hua, Xuan. His name is Shen Huaxuan."

The dusty memory unfolded like a scroll, and he couldn't hide his sadness when he looked at the boy in his memory.

'Shen Huaxuan, my name is Shen Huaxuan, what's your name'At that time, Shen Huaxuan was as young and tender as a budding stamen, and his figure standing in the north wind was thin but powerful.He lifted him up, pointed at the cloud of dust and smoke in front of him and said, "Here, there are people joining Hongli Mountain, so don't go up, so as not to be knocked out again, I don't want to help you again. "

The young Yuan Su supported his dislocated arm, and shouted sharply: "If you can't speak, then don't speak." At that time, he didn't have any affection for Shen Huaxuan, but rather hated him.

Although Shen Huaxuan's outstanding appearance is like a god descending into the world, it is 100% useful to female cultivators, but it is naturally discounted by half to male cultivators.Just ask, who would want a man who is ten times better looking than himself to appear in front of his favorite nun? You can see Shen Huaxuan pleasing to the eye!Of course the young Yuan Su is no exception.

The senior sister he likes sternly rejected him and didn't say anything, and turned around as if nothing happened, happily discussing with his fellow seniors and sisters how to give Shen Huaxuan a gift.

It's so sad!He can't vent his anger on his seniors and sisters, and he can't show a bad face to Shen Huaxuan, right!So even if Shen Huaxuan ran out from the inn to help him regardless of safety, he didn't look good towards Shen Huaxuan, instead he felt that Shen Huaxuan was deliberately making fun of him.

Shen Huaxuan has always had a good temper, and he didn't get angry when Yuan Su yelled at him. He just shrugged helplessly, dragged Yuan Su, who had a dislocated arm, to a place far away from the fight, and called a doctor to treat his injuries.

"Uh...it hurts, doctor, please be gentle." Yuan Su held the corner of the jujube wooden table, sweating from the pain, and broke the corner of the table with great force.With no support in his hand, he moved his arm down and knocked against the edge of the table, and the pain doubled instantly.

The doctor said: "It only hurts a little, and it will be fine after reset."

Yuan Su rested his head on the table, not daring to use his hands, and asked the doctor for painkillers, humming.

"No. Our small town is so remote, we don't have meatballs."

Yuan Su was afraid of the pain, so he didn't dare to move. When he heard the words, his face immediately became ugly. He said with a miserable face, "Then what should I do? I'm in so much pain!"

The doctor comforted him carelessly, and said: "A man, what are you afraid of if it hurts a little, nothing to worry about, nothing to worry about."

"Mr. Yuan, please wait. They will be back soon. Then you can just ask your brother if you want to get the medicine." Shen Huaxuan came from the small door connecting the lobby to the backyard with a purple sand pot in his arms.The fragrance of tea curls up, refreshing.

"Doctor, this is the consultation fee, please excuse me." Shen Huaxuan took out the money from the purse in his sleeve and handed it to the doctor.

Yuan Su snatched the consultation fee that Shen Huaxuan intended to hand over to the doctor, threw it on the table, and said, "No, I'll pay for my injury." He took out an ingot of gold from the pocket around his waist, and threw it to the doctor. Doctor, proudly said to Shen Huaxuan: "You should keep your little money yourself, my son has nothing but money."

Shen Huaxuan smiled at Yuan Su without saying a word, and said to the doctor who was at a loss: "Since Mr. Yuan paid the money himself, the doctor will take it. After all, Mr. Yuan himself said that he has nothing but money." , the doctor should not be polite to him."

The doctor shook his head with a smile, put the gold away, and said: "Since that's the case, the little old man won't be polite. It's getting late, and the little old man has to go back to the medical center first, so I'm leaving."

"Thanks for your hard work, doctor. Go slowly, doctor." Shen Huaxuan sent the doctor away, and when he turned around, he saw that Mr. Yuan Su, who had previously treated him with no nose and eyes, was pouring tea with his purple sand pot.

To suffer!Shen Huaxuan held his forehead speechlessly.

"Bah, bah, what kind of tea is this? It's so bitter. Will the shopkeeper of this inn know how to do business? He doesn't want to do business with such bitter tea to entertain guests."

As Shen Huaxuan expected, as soon as the tea was in his mouth, Yuan Su spat it out, his face distorted and extremely disgusted, and he looked around and there was nothing sweet to relieve the bitter taste in his mouth. The bitterness is even worse.

"This is Gaolu tea. People who drink it for the first time will find it bitter, but the tea itself is bitter first and then sweet." Shen Huaxuan cautiously suggested: "Mr. I like this tea."

Yuan Su waved his hand, covered his bitter mouth and sat silently.

Shen Huaxuan took out a bag of melon seeds from the counter, handed it to Yuan Su, and said slowly, "Eat some melon seeds." Although the melon seeds are a bit damp, they are still good snacks.

Yuan Su glared at him, then turned to listen to what happened in the town.

Because of the evil spirits, the houses in the town were empty, and the few people who couldn't leave gathered in the Dijun Temple outside the town to live in fear, even the doctor who had just treated Yuan Su's wound was no exception.He hurried back to the medical hall to get the medicine and then hurried back to the Emperor Temple, not daring to stay outside for a moment longer.

Speaking of which, this Shen Huaxuan doesn't seem to be a cultivator.Yuan Su's eyes moved to Shen Huaxuan who was drinking tea quietly, and silently sized him up.

"Is there something wrong with me? Why does Mr. Yuan look at me like this?" Shen Huaxuan put down his teacup, grabbed a handful of melon seeds, twisted them one by one, put them on the Zaomu table, and piled them up after a while The amount of a teacup.

Yuan Su moved his mouth and felt that the bitter taste in his mouth had dissipated a lot. He rubbed his face and said, "Although I really don't want to admit it, you are a painting." He sat upright and said with great interest, "You heard that Have you seen Venerable Tianchen's "Picture of Encountering Nine Encounters with Immortals on August [-]th"? You are very similar to the fairy in white in that painting."

Shen Huaxuan shook his head and said, "I've heard of it, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes."

Yuan Su rolled his eyes at him, and said: "The original painting was taken into the heaven by Venerable Tianchen, and the facsimile was circulated in a small range among the cultivators of the Xianmen family. You are not a cultivator, of course you have never seen it."

Shen Huaxuan let out an 'oh' indifferently, lowered his head and continued to drink tea.

"Don't you want to take a look?" Yuan Su was in a hurry, he pressed Shen Huaxuan's hand drinking tea, his clear eyes were full of doubts.

He is really a delicate young man from a fairy sect.Shen Huaxuan followed Yuan Su's force and put down the teacup, and said kindly, "I want to see it, but I don't know who has it. It's useless even if I want to see it. Isn't that the reason, Xiao Yuan?" son."

Yuan Su nodded, and said with a clear face: "That's right. How can you, an ordinary person, find a channel to see the paintings collected by the cultivators."

Shen Huaxuan smiled and said: "Young Master Yuan is right." In my heart, I feel that this young master is very stupid, but when I think that this young master is only in the age of dancing spoons, it is normal for him to be so childish and stupid. At this age, he is not much better than Yuan Su, so what right do he have to laugh at this charming young man who came down the mountain for the first time to become a teacher.