After I was reborn, I became the beautiful, strong and miserable master of the male protagonist

Jiang Yufeng took out a small white porcelain pot from his bosom, stretched out his hand to dip some ointment on Song Bihui's arm, and the cool ointment melted instantly when it touched the person's body temperature.

The two quietly got together, but they immediately attracted Zhong Yaoye's attention. She stood up curiously, and even dared to come over to have a look.

Sure enough, Song Bihui gave him a cold look.

"Oh, it's still not good." Zhong Yaoye said gloatingly, "I made you stubborn, and now Jiang Chuan is just spoiling you."

Jiang Yufeng feels that his junior sister is really a good opponent. She hasn't been beaten up to now, maybe it's really because the backstage is strong enough.

But Song Bihui only raised his chin, as if he didn't bother to argue with her.

It's just that the four characters "so what" are written on the face.

Jiang Yufeng had no choice but to cover the porcelain pot. He really didn't understand why these two people would fight over such a trivial matter. Could it be that they were both three-year-olds?

But when he just put the porcelain pot into his arms, he suddenly heard someone calling him from a distance.

"Fellow Daoist Jiangchuan! Come down and compete with me." Jiang Yufeng stood up and looked around, only to find that there was a young boy in gray with a neat ponytail on the high platform.

One look at the attire of the big fluttering moth, one knows that it is Xuanshan's disciple.

He might be the last disciple to stand on the ring. Seeing the surprised and heartbroken expressions of the elders, it seemed that he was still a dark horse.

Elder Xuantian sat up straight at once, stroked the beard on his chin and smiled appreciatively, "Good boy, when you were a young boy, you were a bit of the demeanor I was when I was young. Jiang Chuan, it's finally time for you to appear. But it's been a long wait."

Dressed in white clothes in the wind of Jiangyu, when standing on the viewing platform, the hem and cuffs of the clothes move with the wind, and the cranes hooked on them seem to be flapping their wings to fly.

He nimbly jumped onto the crossbar of the viewing platform and glanced back at Song Bihui, but Song Bihui looked at him with his chin propped up with a relaxed expression.

Everyone's eyes were almost focused on the two of them, but Jiang Yufeng suddenly stretched out his hand and said calmly, "I haven't played before, so it's not fair to compete with you. This time I will only compete with you with one hand. ?”

This sentence made the audience boil instantly. Zhong Yaoye's eyes widened even more, and he slapped his legs and laughed loudly, "It's really worthy of Song Bihui's choice, it's too tempting! But I like it!"

"What do you like?" Song Bihui glanced at her coldly, but turned his head to look at the cool and free-spirited back, his eyes were much gentler.

"How good is that?" The gray-clothed boy was actually a straight-hearted man, and immediately refused, "If I win then, then I won't be able to win by force."

Silly boy... Jiang Yufeng couldn't help sighing, isn't this intentionally looking for abuse, if the conference doesn't impose restrictions on him, then this competition will end quickly in a few seconds.

Why does a young disciple want to fight head-to-head with the immortal of Zeshan?

He was speechless at the moment, only tapped his toes, walked on the wind, and landed on the high platform lightly.

He had never had such a formal competition with his disciples on weekdays, and now he felt that this feeling was quite strange.

If it is placed in Zeshan, if he appears as a Zhesui Xianjun, that group of people can't wait to confess him as a treasure handed down from generation to generation.

His senior brother Qiao He was even more worried that he would freeze when the weather was cold, so he ordered people to transport ice and snow from Hanshan all the way to him when it was hot.

It was also fortunate that he was not there, otherwise he would definitely be the first to stand up and strongly oppose this competition, not for any other reason, but because he was afraid of being tired by the Jiangyu wind.

It is also a well-known fault that Zeshan spoils his juniors too much.

"Don't you have a sword?" The gray-clothed boy raised his sword in doubt and asked, "If you don't have a weapon, it would be unfair to compete with me."

"Sword..." Jiang Yufeng seldom has the habit of going out with a sword. He remembered that when he practiced swords with his master, what he asked for was that the sword in his heart was better than the sword in his hand, and everything can be used as a sharp edge.

What's more, he doesn't need to use a sword on weekdays, so he just draws amulets in the air.

He hesitated for a while, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Nan Xing who happened to be looking at him, and said with a smile, "Nan Xing, lend me your sword."

The whole audience had never seen anyone borrowing a sword temporarily, and was dumbfounded at the moment, Nan Xing was also stunned for a moment, and hurriedly handed over the long sword at his waist.

"Why didn't Jiang Chuan ask me for it? I obviously have it too." Qiao Xuan was a little dissatisfied. He looked at the gold-embellished sword in his hand. Once pulled out, everyone's eyes will be blinded.

As a result, Nan Xing gave him a contemptuous look.

Jiang Yufeng didn't ask Qiao Xuan for a sword, which shows that his aesthetics is still normal, such a show, if you cut it slightly, it will cost you money.

Nan Xing felt that every time he saw the sword, he seemed to see a fat landowner who was rustic, oily, and especially fond of ostentation.

Qiao Xuan also likes such vulgar things.

On the high platform, Jiang Yufeng waved his hand at will to summon the sword, and the white blade suddenly unsheathed and flew to his side, facing the sword tip, the cold light pointed directly at the person in front of him.

He put one hand behind his back, raised the other slightly, and said softly, "Please..."

Hearing the sound, the young man immediately moved with his sword. His footsteps were light and firm, and the silver long sword stabbed straight at Jiangyu Feng.

The sound of breaking wind immediately rang in everyone's ears, and everyone couldn't help but marvel at the moment.

With such cultivation skills at such a young age, it can be said that the future is boundless.

This time, he had already made a name for himself in the evil spirits removal conference. He was handsome and unrestrained, and had already aroused the envy and admiration of many people.

If he can really make him defeat the disciples selected by Tianheng alone, then the next step must be a broad road. Isn't it up to him to choose any martial arts secrets, fairy weapons and spirit stones?

In fact, the boy was curious and envious of Jiang Chuan when he was drafting the team.

Being able to be taught by Tianheng Xianjun alone is something that can't be done in dreams, and today I saw Jiang Chuan follow Song Bihui to the viewing platform, and he was talking and laughing with the elders, He couldn't help feeling jealous and disappointed.

But if he can prove to Tianheng Xianjun in this final arena that he is the strongest among all the disciples, it seems to make him feel more happy.

Therefore, he used almost all the moves that he was most proud of this time.

However, Jiangyufeng has always looked calm.

He watched the sharp dragon-like sword light approaching, but he fell down lazily and sat down on his long sword in a leisurely manner.

With a flash of the long sword, it landed behind the gray-clothed boy. The Jiangyu wind on the sword swayed slightly, his expression was indifferent, and he just kicked his leg.

"Ouch!" The boy staggered from being kicked, and almost couldn't stand still and went straight to the ground.

The Nanxing people standing under the stage were all dumbfounded, she never knew that her sword could be so fast.

And he can actually use the sword like this, he really learned it.

However, the young man's reaction was quite quick, and immediately took advantage of the trend and raised his sword to strike down.

However, Jiang Yufeng seemed to have guessed his move, closed his eyes and fell down lightly, and when he landed, the sword quickly fell back into his hand.

He raised his hand to block, and the sword light instantly approached the boy.

When the distance between the two shortened sharply, the young man saw those clear and indifferent eyes, and he immediately backed away in a daze.

He obviously didn't look aggressive, but the coercion was extremely strong, making it seem like he didn't even dare to look him in the eyes.

The boy took a quick breath and frowned fiercely.

This person had completely seen through his moves, and made the whole field look like he was playing a monkey, which made him both panicked and extremely unhappy.

After all, he seems to be the one playing the monkey.

And Jiang Chuan did as he said before the game, he didn't use his other hand at all, but he didn't show the slightest panic. This man's suppression of him was too terrible.

how can that be possible?

He gritted his teeth immediately, and clenched the sword in his hand even more forcefully.

This child's talent is not bad, but he must have gone against the sky without Song Bihui.

At the moment, Jiang Yufeng nodded appreciatively. It is already very good at this age to have such a cultivation level. Just now, Nan Xing's swordsmanship was defeated by him.

Whether it is speed or strength, they are still excellent, but there are also many flaws.

With a wave of Jiang Yufeng's hand, the long sword stood up, and he still leaned lazily on it, waiting for the boy to make another move.

"This kid is too scary." Elder Xuantian looked at Jiang Yufeng and laughed, "Why don't you give me any face? How did Zeshan raise such a genius?"

"Our Zeshan Fengshui is good, isn't it?" Zhong Yaoye said proudly at the moment, but for some reason, the more he watched Jiang Chuan make a move, the more he felt a very familiar and long-lost feeling.

But turning his head to look at Song Bihui, he just propped his head indifferently and looked at Jiang Yufeng on the stage.

The boy didn't even look at it.

Could it be that these moves were all taught by Song Bi?Zhong Yaoye looked at him twice more suspiciously, but he couldn't see anything, so he had to give up.

The two people on the stage have already made several moves back and forth, and Jiang Yufeng always defuses them easily, playing blind moves, either kicking his ass or knocking his head, this man seems to be teasing a cat Yeah, almost drove the man crazy.

"Can't you compete with me well? Why humiliate people!?" The boy in gray was so angry that his eyes turned red.

He has never been wronged like this before, and his pride and enthusiasm before was poured out by a bucket of cold water. Now he can't wait to use the sword in his hand as a throwing tool, and throw the Jiangyu wind with his legs hanging down in front of him. Just smash it down.

Young people, just impatient.

"Don't you want to play for a while longer?" Jiang Yufeng raised his eyes immediately, with a little teasing in his eyes.

The long hair around his ears fell to his chest because of the action just now, and his neck was slender and fair, which made the young man blush for some reason.

This person's eyes were indifferent just now, and he looked cold and unapproachable, but now his smile is even a little inexplicably seductive.

This is so weird, the ringing in his head is loud, it is possible that this person is practicing the technique of charm! ?

Song Bihui on the stage suddenly saw that the young man didn't make a move for a long time, and he still had an expression of spring on his face. He frowned fiercely at that moment, and said in an even colder tone, "At this time, you disciples of Xuanshan, you actually have a heart Thinking about something messy?"

"Young people, it's common to be attracted to each other, it's all fate." Xuan Tian smiled happily at the moment.

"I don't know where you made up the word mutual again." Song Bihui snorted coldly, glanced sharply at Jiang Yufeng on the field, and said displeasedly, "Have you played enough? "

Jiang Yufeng was taken aback by the sudden voice in his mind, turned his head and found Song Bihui on the viewing platform with a gloomy face, as if he was about to kill someone on the spot.

What made the little brat angry again?

He had no choice but to jump down from the sword, and said in a resentful and slow voice, "Then the game is over, let's end it."

The young man hadn't regained his composure for a while, when he saw the clothes of the person in front of him swaying slightly, he rushed up with a sword in his hand.

Ling Guang flashed...