Palace Lord, he just wants to be beautiful

In Xiuxin Building, time flies by.

From the second month, Yu Chuyang launched an offensive to the second floor just like the original book.

In the early stage of foundation establishment, it is a fantasy to challenge the coercion of the peak of foundation establishment. When Yu Chuyang tried to go upstairs, Yue Qixian said something stunned. Xian also joined the Lengtouqing army.

Not far away, old gods Tang Huan and Yan Fei were watching, throwing pills into their mouths like eating jelly beans.

Yan Fei: "Third brother, you are behind, don't embarrass the Yue family!"

Yan Fei: "Yu Chuyang, don't force yourself if you can't, but practice faster, do you really think you are some peerless genius?"

Yan Fei: "Hey, you two can't even bear the coercion of Foundation Establishment, what will you do at the Rookie Conference, you won't be eliminated in the first round."

Yan Fei: "Why don't you all participate..."

Tang Huan covered his mouth, you can shut up!

The two struggled hard for two months, and they finally couldn't bear to give up, but after hearing Yan Fei's sarcasm, they rushed upwards as if desperate.

Young people are the strongest, no one is willing to admit defeat first, and if this continues, it will definitely hurt the foundation.

Where is the sword spirit?Could it be that he has secretly recognized the Lord?

In the past three months, Tang Huan couldn't count the number of times he looked around, but still found nothing. It seems that this time he won't have the chance to witness it with his own eyes...

At the same time, in the long sword.

The Spirit of Fear hugged his knees, and was calmly watching the two teenagers who faced up to the difficulties again and again.

This will is really scary, but it is a sword spirit that has experienced strong winds and waves, and this level of foundation building can no longer scare it.

In other words... the sharper the contrast, the more terrifying Tang Huan would appear.

Zhuji couldn't even go up to the second floor, and the new owner was able to climb all the way to the top by practicing Qi alone.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. The spirit of fear trembled and climbed to the point of the sword, afraid that Tang Huan would touch it when he drew the sword. What if it was crushed?What if?

How could Tang Huan never have thought that the sword spirit he was waiting for was huddled into a ball in his sword at this time, and he was so frightened that he dared not breathe.

Three months were approaching in a blink of an eye, and he could only sit cross-legged regretfully, release a lot of spiritual energy, and secretly untie the soul-destroying bell cable, pretending to finally break through the foundation.

The movement here attracted the attention of Yu Chuyang and the two of them. They were stunned for a while, and they both showed joy.

The door of Xiuxin Building was suddenly opened, Feng Ling seemed to have been waiting outside for a long time, and let the four of them out together.

When he saw Yu Chuyang and Yue Qixian, who were sweating profusely and looked embarrassed, his eyes flashed with approval. Dare to challenge and face up to difficulties, this is the disposition that Zixiao Peak disciples should have.

Looking at the two people on the other side looking around, Immortal Feng Ling's eyebrows jumped, he was idle and did not seek to make progress, he was just as virtuous as that Cangwu!

Tang Huan couldn't help feeling: "It's better to go outside."

Yan Fei said indifferently: "It's almost the same."

In the past three months, because of the presence of other people, the restoration of Yan Fei's Sea of ​​Consciousness had to be stranded. After finally getting out, he took the lead in asking Immortal Feng Ling to retire.

"Yue Xingyue" said indifferently that he wanted to go back to Cang Qiong Peak to practice on his own. When he said this, Yue Qixian acted like his wayward sister was having a temper tantrum and wanted to plead for her. Feng Ling Xianzun has agreed.

"Your Sea of ​​Consciousness is destroyed, so you shouldn't act too hastily."

"The disciple understands."

Before leaving, Yan Fei held Tang Huan back: "Senior sister has already established her foundation and learned how to control the sword in the building, so take me all the way."

Immortal Feng Ling frowned: "Xiao Changhuan, first go to the Weapon Pavilion to choose a magic weapon by yourself."

Without further ado, Tang Huan called out his saber and jumped up: "Honorable Immortal, I'll go after I finish seeing off my junior sister, this disciple is leaving."

After finishing speaking, he pulled Yan Fei up and dodged away without looking back. The second part of Immortal Feng Ling's sentence "then come to Zixiao Peak to practice" was stunned and he couldn't say it.

Cang Qiong Peak was as lively as usual, and the brothers and sisters I met along the way had green light in their eyes when they saw Tang Huan, like a group of hungry wolves who had been waiting for their prey for three months!

"Little Junior Sister!!!"

"Little Junior Sister, I have been waiting so hard for you!"

"Hey... hey... I finally got the energy to practice..."

Tang Huan wanted to say hello to them, but he didn't dare to stay when he saw this, he felt like he would be caught and eaten raw if he stopped!

The long sword passed through the clouds and flew straight back to the residence.

Back in the room, Tang Huan was exhausted and collapsed on the bed, not caring about the earrings falling off.

After a while, Yan Fei came in from the courtyard, closed the door behind her back, and sat on a chair to read the Fengyun monthly report in recent months.

Tang Huan opened his eyelids and looked at him for a while, then turned his head and pulled off the earring on the other side.

Three months in a small dark room, shutting up the children in a negative way.

There are not many news about Changhuan Valley in Fengyun Monthly, almost all the news about where the rookies of various sects are building momentum, and which faction has emerged a group of dark horses. Staying on the news of the new disciple for a moment, he put away the jade talisman.

He looked at Tang Huan and asked, "Aren't you going to the Weapon Pavilion?"

Tang Huan said sullenly, "I don't want to go."

If you don't go, you don't go. Adding the word "thinking" is a bit coquettish.

Tang Huan himself didn't realize it, and he was still giving orders on his own: "Go and help me get it, just take any sword, anyway, you can disguise yourself." The sword is better.

Yan Fei got up and approached, picked up an earring on the ground, sat down beside the bed, and found that the other earring had fallen into Tang Huan's neck.

After waiting for a while for an answer, Tang Huan opened his eyes a little, took a sneak peek at him, and added in a slow voice, "Come back and I'll help you cultivate the Sea of ​​Consciousness."

When Yan Fei bent down, Tang Huan thought he was going to cross the demon, and after three months of being forced to "massage" in the small black room, he habitually hooked Yan Fei's neck.

Yan Fei took out another earring, turned her gaze from the bed to the arm beside her face, and calmly turned to Tang Huan who was just a few feet away: "What are you doing?"

Tang Huan: "...?"

Yan Fei: "Didn't I smoke it today?"

Tang Huan: "..."

Realizing what he had done, Tang Huan's face was on fire, and he shrank away from him, but Yan Fei leaned over again, trying to put the earrings on him again.

Tang Huan avoided it: "I wear it myself!"

"You won't, you need to use a judgment."

"You tell me, I will learn now."

Yan Fei frowned and said, "It's very troublesome, come here." After saying that, he directly blocked the person by the head of the bed, ran his warm fingers across the hot skin, and slowly put back the earrings.

Tang Huan turned his head away from him, his long eyelashes drooped and trembled slightly, and his moist eyes faintly revealed.At this moment, the blush on his face hadn't faded away, his plump lips were slightly tightened, the color was magnificent, and he was indescribably alluring.

After wearing one, Yan Fei glanced at Tang Huan, pinched his chin and turned to the other side to continue, and asked softly: "The disciple of Changhuan Palace is dead, does the Palace Master still plan to participate in the Rookie Conference?"

Rescuing the disciples of Changhuan Palace was a condition of their deal, and now that the condition is not fulfilled, the deal is naturally insignificant.

"If you don't want to go, then just stay in Diancang Mountain and wait for me to come back."

Tang Huan didn't really want to go, but he didn't expect Yan Fei to say this, and asked in a daze, "Did you give up that sword spirit?" It was to find the Falling Heaven Sword, how could he give up so easily.

Sure enough, Yan Fei asked back with a smile that was not a smile: "Palace Master thinks I can't beat other people?"

Tang Huan didn't doubt the villain's strength, it's just that today is different. He emphasized: "There are only two months left before the rookie conference. I can't repair your sea of ​​consciousness. How can you win without divine consciousness?"

"It's a little difficult." Yan Fei suddenly touched his chin thoughtfully: "If I use Tang Huan's information to exchange a place with Baixiaoge for entering the spiritual energy secret realm, Baixiaoge should agree."

Tang Huan: "..."

Tang Huan said with a wooden face: "You might as well threaten me to participate from the beginning, what are you talking about so much?"

Yan Fei laughed twice, stood up and said, "Just kidding, the Palace Master doesn't need to participate, not to mention who said that the sword spirit can only be captured if you win?"

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the house, intending to go to the Weapon Pavilion to help Tang Huan register casually, and then come back to restore the sea of ​​consciousness.

As soon as these words came out, Tang Huan's right eyelid twitched violently.

As the saying goes, the mantis catches the cicada and the oriole is behind. This is the initial portrayal of the protagonist and the villain. The plot of the original book is still on the right track.

Tang Huan called him to stop, and asked without giving up: "Why did you suddenly change your mind and not persuade me to participate?"

Yan Fei stopped and looked Tang Huan from top to bottom.

He changed his mind, of course, for a reason.

There are many lists in the Fengyun Monthly Report, but the Three Realms Rookie List is the only list that is actually obtained through duels.

The once-in-a-century grand meeting brings together fresh blood cultivated by powerful people from all walks of life. The forces behind these rookies will walk with them to defend the way. Almost no meeting can end in peace.

Human race, demon race, demon race, righteous way, evil cultivators, ghost cultivators, countless forces collided together in order to find opportunities to attack and kill geniuses from various factions, so in the rookie conference, death is bad luck, and death is bad luck. It was good luck, and the young monks who participated in the conference could have names in the Three Realms just by surviving.

In such a chaotic situation, countless monks on the beauty list disappeared here, and I don't know where they were taken captive. If Tang Huan had been born a few decades earlier, Xiao Changli would not have to arrest people everywhere, and he could pack everything in one session. Countless geniuses.

Today is indeed different from the past. Now his consciousness is seriously injured, and his perception of danger is close to zero. With Tang Huan's appearance, if he doesn't pay attention for a moment, he may be snatched away.

That being the case, it is better to leave people in Diancang Mountain.

Yan Fei answered bluntly: "Because it's very dangerous, I can't protect you now."

Tang Huan breathed wildly for a couple of times, met Yan Fei's serious eyes, and started to dodge for no reason, he couldn't tell if it was embarrassment or something, his mouth was a little dry, "I am the peak of Nascent Soul, there are few people in the Three Realms who are better than me."

Yan Fei curled her lips and nodded perfunctorily: "The Palace Mistress says yes."

After speaking, he left, leaving Tang Huan alone to struggle with the plot.

Yan Fei fetched a light blue rapier for Tang Huan from the Arms Pavilion, and the sword spirit also moved out of the nest secretly. For the next two months, Yan Fei did not leave the room again.

Tang Huan went to Zixiao Peak for half a month, and memorized all the exercises that he could learn. After that, he used the excuse that he couldn't keep up. He wanted to practice the basic skills by himself first. .

Two months was not enough to repair Yan Fei's broken sea of ​​consciousness, but it was enough for Tang Huan to master the basic exercises of Diancang Mountain. For no other reason, he found someone to teach him.

Yan Fei majored in kendo, and was a direct disciple of Shuiyue Sect. She formed alchemy earlier than Feng Ling Xianzun. There was a ready-made genius in front of her, but Tang Huan was only now requisitioning it with confidence.

At the beginning, Yan Fei thought it was troublesome and didn't want to teach him, so Tang Huan didn't repair the Sea of ​​Consciousness properly, and poked it deliberately with the Consciousness from time to time, the progress didn't change for a few days.

Finally, one day, he was practicing sword alone in the courtyard, and was hit by a spirit stone in the middle of the waist. Yan Fei came out with a dark face and said, "Stand straight!"

After succeeding, Tang Huan frowned, smiled slyly, quickly picked up the spirit stone on the ground and put it away, and started practicing sword again.

The annoyed villain was extremely strict, even wanting to pick at the direction his sword pointed. Unlike Feng Ling, Yan Fei didn't care about him at all, so that his understanding of the way of swords improved by leaps and bounds.

In just two months, Tang Huan only fought Yan Fei with a sword, and he didn't lose the wind for a while. Of course, if it was a real fight, with all kinds of tactics and methods, he must not be an opponent.

But that alone was enough to shock Yan Fei.

The rumored Tang Huan's name is not worthy of his name, but his position on the Three Realms Billboard is worthy of his name. In terms of talent, he is well-deserved number one.

Under the shade of the tree, Yan Fei stood with a sword in his hand, watching Tang Huan from a distance who was already studying how to improve his sword skills, and used the shadow of the tree to cover up the haze in his eyes.

Regardless of appearance, aptitude, or the secrets of skills, anything is enough to disturb the existence of the Three Realms. If it is not killed as soon as possible, it will definitely become a huge variable in the future.

...the Chosen One?

Or was it, as some people guessed, a falling sword spirit that took the form of a human?

Not far away, Tang Huan's back felt inexplicably chilly. When he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of Yan Fei standing under the shade of a tree, his whole body looking black, and his heart tightened.

The speed of the birth of magic energy has indeed increased, and it is less than a day!

Worried that the brothers and sisters passing by would notice something, Tang Huan rushed towards them immediately, so fast that Yan Fei had no time to adjust his expression.

A gust of fragrant wind rushed towards his face, Yan Fei stepped back half a step, his body almost touched the tree trunk, a look of surprise flashed across his face, and his inquiries were blocked by two soft lips.

Tang Huan kissed for a while, then looked at Yan Fei strangely, with words in his eyes: Why don't you cross the demon yet?

Yan Fei just looked at him without saying a word.

After waiting for a while, Tang Huan's body froze suddenly.

After touching it, he sensed that there wasn't much devilish energy in Yan Fei's body, and the black energy he saw just now seemed to be just... the shadows of branches and leaves.

Wrong again.

The red tendrils crawled up his neck all the way to his cheeks, Tang Huan was so ashamed that he was trembling all over his body, at this point, he bite the bullet and used the tip of his tongue to pry a little bit of Yan Fei's lips open, his eyes glistened with a hint of pleading.

... Let's get rid of the magic energy.

Otherwise, a kiss for no reason, he can't end it!