After wearing the book, I became the vixen master of the villain boss

Murong Mo's eyes lit up, and he raised his eyes to look at him for a moment, with a slight arc on the corner of his mouth, "Master, did you think so?"

"En." Yan Xiuyu responded lightly, took the teacup back and put it beside him, preventing Murong Mo from reaching out to take it again.

And he had already drank that tea, how could Murong Mo stain his saliva?

He pushed Murong Mo, and handed over the list of two people in his hand, "Take a look, your opponent tomorrow."

Murong Mo picked up the note, and the ink-black characters came into view. It was just an unknown magician.

He didn't pay attention to it, but Yan Xiuyu didn't ignore it like he did, and said with a little warning: "You remember to practice hard today, don't suddenly lose your temper after playing tomorrow."

Murong Mo could only nod his head, put away the note, and subconsciously looked at Yan Xiuyu, "Is Master worried about me?"

"You are my apprentice, so you are naturally worried." Yan Xiuyu said as it should. He is not only Murong Mo's Taoist companion, but also fulfills the responsibility of his master.

Murong Mo smiled, and took his hand, the warm breath flowed by Yan Xiuyu's ears, like a feather scratching at the tip of his heart.

"Then master, don't worry, I will practice hard."

Yan Xiuyu couldn't help avoiding the scorching gaze, coughed, and nodded lightly.

"Ah."

This villain is obviously a straight man of steel in the original book, so he doesn't understand the style, why does he become so provocative when he is around him?

He couldn't hold it anymore.

Yan Xiuyu waited until the enthusiasm on his face had subsided, and then began to explain the exercises to Murong Mo, with a pleasant voice, like pearls and jade falling on a plate, mellow and natural.

Qiao Yanzi came to Mosha City, followed the breath, and found the peacock feather coat in the city lord's mansion.

But when she thought that Liu Yanmi was only half a step into a god, she couldn't help frowning.

Seeing the heavily guarded City Lord's Mansion, she gritted her teeth and couldn't help but retreat first.

Now they can only wait, she doesn't believe that Yumei Xiao will never go out, as long as she goes out, she will definitely set up a net to ask that person to return her things.

The cold evening wind blew past, making one's body tremble, and the group returned to the yard, leaving only one confidant behind to inquire about the situation.

When Qiao Yanzi returned to the house, she couldn't help but smashed a teacup. She thought of the peacock feather coat that she bought at a huge price, and she couldn't help feeling angry, and strong anger lingered in her heart.

"I don't know what that sinister and cunning Moxiu did when he stole my feather clothes. This time the clothes were stolen, and my father almost punished me severely." Qiao Yanzi became more and more angry.

Qiaoyan naturally knew this, the reason her lady auctioned off the feather coat was to use it to resist the catastrophe when crossing the catastrophe.

Unexpectedly, it was stolen by them now, and that dress cost the Qiao family a lot of spirit stones, and the entire treasury was missing a lot.

Now that Qiao Yanzi didn't give an explanation, it would be very difficult for the Patriarch of the Qiao family to do so. After all, he represented not only himself, but also a large group of Qiao family's children behind him.

Either Qiao Yanzi retrieved the peacock feather coat, or filled it with the spirit stone of the Qiao Mansion, there was only one choice between the two, otherwise Qiao Yanzi might not be able to hold her head up in the entire Qiao family in the future.

"Miss, don't worry, the female demon cultivator was injured by us just now, and it won't be easy to recover in a short time. As long as we work harder, we won't be afraid of her escaping from our grasp."

Qiaoyan could only comfort her, and made another cup of hot tea for Qiao Yanzi, with a respectful look on her face.

Qiao Yanzi thought about it. Although she was angry inside, she calmed down. She was originally a well-known young talent in the Qiao family, and she would not lose her mind even if she got angry.

"In the past few days, keep an eye on the City Lord's Mansion, and tell me immediately if there is any trouble." She said coldly.

Qiaoyan answered "Yes" and cleaned up the broken porcelain.

On the tall competition stage, the tense atmosphere is on the verge of breaking out. This is the first day of the competition. The gambling houses next to it have already settled the game. Everyone above is eager to try, and the odds are astonishing. .

Yan Xiuyu's eyes fell on the gamble for Murong Mo. Seeing the odds of four to seven, she also wanted to win a good fortune, so she directly put a little spirit stone on Murong Mo.

"Where did this Muyu come from? I haven't seen it recently." Some demon cultivators were still hesitant, and they lingered in front of the gambling table.

Mu Yu is a name that Murong Mo made up again before, in order to prevent other people from recognizing them, he didn't know how many aliases he used along the way, but Yan Xiuyu still could see his carelessness.

Mu Yu?He smiled lightly, turned and left here.

Murong Mo's competition venue is in the [-]th district, and he is in the [-]th district. There is a street between the two of them, separated by a sea of ​​people, and the noisy voices can be heard. He is looking forward to Murong Mo's performance.

It's just a pity that the competition time for both of them is the same, so he can't take a good look at the wonderful performance of his apprentice.

Yan Xiuyu's alias is Rong Yu. He entered the arena in light black clothes. Demons don't like white, so it's better not to be too conspicuous. Even his face has been transformed into an ordinary one. The public face that cannot be found.

On the other side of the battle was a white-haired Demon Cultivator. He had well-developed muscles and looked energetic, but his skin was dull. When he saw Yan Xiuyu on stage, he politely performed a ritual before the competition, and Yan Xiuyu also returned. I gave a gift.

"Moxiu Li Ling, come to ask for advice today." The opposite Moxiu said lightly. The man who looked extremely vulgar was polite and thoughtful, with a gentle voice.

Yan Xiuyu pursed her lips and smiled, "Moxiu Rongyu, please give me your advice."

His etiquette is also indescribably thoughtful.

Li Ling gave him a high look, but those eyes were still indifferent.

He thought in his heart: Except for that one, there is probably no one in this competition field who is his opponent.

Not much to say, with the sound of the gong, the competition officially began.

Li Ling drew out a big knife on his body, and the huge and complicated patterns were wrapped around it. He gently held the heavy knife in his hand, and cut it straight at Yan Xiuyu's face.

This knife has a majestic aura, as if it can kill a person with a single knife, without fancy skills, it is a cold and hard knife point.

Someone in the audience knew the goods, and immediately exclaimed, "This knife is a treasure, and this is the genius demon cultivator of the Wuleng School who cuts off the water with a knife——Li Ling!"

"This Li Ling, I beat him to win a long time ago, don't worry, I'm sure I'm right, I told you to believe me before, look at this knife and the majestic aura, even a monk in the Nascent Soul stage may not be enough He hit it!"

Li Ling of the Five Ling School, the big sword in his hand was forged by the founder of the school with a hundred years of painstaking efforts, at least no less than a hundred kinds of precious black iron.

Since the death of the founder of the Kaipai, no one in the Wulingpai behind has been able to awaken the Fiery Saber, and it has been revered as a treasure but has no use for it.

Everyone knows that if you can't let this big knife accept your spiritual energy, it is tantamount to a scrap of copper and iron, even if it is a magical weapon built by the founder of Kaipai with all his painstaking efforts.

There have been dozens of generations of headmen of the Wu Ling Sect, but there has been no disciple who can use the Raging Fire Saber for a long time.

Even the Wuling faction uttered cruel words, whoever can pick up this big sword will be given away immediately if they worship under their sect, and countless resources will be used to help them practice.

Countless people flocked to take this sharp weapon, but none of them could be accepted by Raging Fire Knife.

Hundreds of years have passed, but no one has been able to pull out that big knife.

The demon cultivators could only sneer, maybe they couldn’t eat the grapes and said the grapes were sour, and they even said that there is no monk in the demon world who can pull out the fire knife. The fire knife is a pile of scrap copper and iron, it is better to throw it away early!

But in that year, rumors abounded that the head of the Wu Ling sect was happy with a son named Ling, who had grown up in more than ten years, but he unexpectedly pulled out the fiery knife out of its scabbard.

The devil world is horrified!Even the Demon Venerable sent someone down to secretly recruit the Wuling sect and send congratulatory gifts.

Li Ling is even more revealing that he is born extraordinary. He has only been cultivating for forty years. Once, a casual cultivator in the Yuanying period secretly mocked him as a child. The infant monk was cut under the knife.

Crossing the border to kill people, such a young demon cultivator became famous overnight in the entire demon world.

Although the storyteller is exaggerating, it is true that crossing the border to kill people is true. Yan Xiuyu has also heard a little bit of news that there are many talents in the realm of comprehension, and the devil realm is no exception.

Yan Xiuyu knew that this person didn't seem to be here for the city lord's mansion, but probably more like looking for an opponent.

He thought about it, his eyes flickered slightly, and he took a step back, but he gently avoided the cold light. This seemed light, but it required a huge formation calculation, and if he made a mistake, he would be crushed to pieces.

Although the other party is at the late stage of Jindan, he is already higher in the realm, but I really want to give him some advice.

Yan Xiuyu injected true energy into the white portable magic weapon, and the cold white silk satin was not weak against the sharp cold light.

Overcoming rigidity with softness is not inferior.

Li Ling's eyes suddenly changed, like a beast seeing its prey, the eyes were astonishingly bright.

When he was looking for the place where he would break through to the Golden Core stage, he heard about this martial arts competition. Except for the Ming Lie of Qiu Mingshan, he thought that no one could beat him in the whole audience, but he didn't expect that it would bring him Had an appetizer.

Holding the Fiery Knife, he met his opponent in the first match, and he thought that he would have to wait until the last match before he could have a hearty fight with Ming Lie!

He was very excited, and it was rare for him to praise Yan Xiuyu, "You are very good, you can take two stabs from me, then I will kindly spare your life."

Yes, two knives, the people in the audience saw only a cold light before, but there was another small light in private, there is a knife in the knife, it is hard to guard against.

Yan Xiuyu naturally knew this, otherwise it would be impossible to completely avoid the past, but this Li Ling looks too arrogant, right?

"No need." I can beat you, Yan Xiuyu didn't take that sentence to heart.