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Cheng Huan walked down the mountain road, his sleeves were bulged by the bitter wind on the top of the mountain, his white clothes were spotless, even his long hair was tied with a silver ribbon, his whole person looked very elegant.

Along the way, he received countless surprised or thoughtful looks.The eyes of those disciples fell on him, but they seemed to see another shadow of stunning talent through him.

"It's really like it," someone whispered, "The new young master is similar to the previous young master Cheng."

Someone beside him patted him on the shoulder and whispered, "This is also Young Master Cheng."

"No, it should be said that this is Young Master Cheng."

Hearing this sentence, the expressions of many people in the crowd became very complicated. Some people pursed their lips tightly, and after a long time, the corners of their mouths curled slightly: "It just looks a bit similar, who knows how strong the cultivation base is."

Cheng Huan walked slowly along the mountain road, and the disciples beside him kept transmitting voices, and all the discussions of the disciples onlookers were passed into Cheng Huan's ears.

On top of the mountains and haze, Cheng Huan was still as handsome as before, but the smile on his face was slightly stiff, and the corners of his mouth twitched faintly.

"Young Master, please smile more naturally." The disciple accompanying him said in a voice transmission, "Then Cheng Yang has been the Young Master for more than ten years after all, so it is normal for Cheng Yang to retain prestige in the hearts of the disciples."

The corners of Cheng Huan's lips pursed slightly, and an obscure light flashed in his eyes: "...I know."

He took a deep breath.

Immediately, disciple Chong Manshan raised his head, showing a smile that he thought was extremely gentle.

Manshan's discussion stagnated slightly.

Cheng Huan held his head high and his chest held high, and his pace became more and more leisurely.

No one knew, but at this moment his chest was about to explode.

It is like a group of fire that has been burning for years, catalyzed and rotted in the dark fermentation, and finally turned into a dark light rising like a will-o'-the-wisp.

In the past, these gazes and discussions belonged to Ji Chuchen.

The beautiful admiration, the envious eyes, the reverent shouts and the looking up...all belong to that boy who has no father or mother.

Once upon a time, Cheng Huan was also a member of the crowd. He watched the elegant and elegant Jianxiu walk down slowly, his eyes were calm, and the sword in his hand was cold. Without Yuehua, even the clear sky cannot compete with him.

He watched silently, biting his lips tightly and clenching his fists in his sleeves. The feeling of suffocation as if he was under the high pressure of the deep sea almost drove him crazy.

"I made up my mind very early on that I must grab all those things."

Cheng Huan said silently in his heart, and gradually clenched his hands: "Status, prestige, glory... and qualifications and blood."

Everything he wants.

The young man walked slowly, his eyes gradually revealed a fierce light.

……

He was descending the mountain, but there was another group of people climbing the mountain not far away.

Yu Xiaotan sat on the shuttle, facing the breeze, propped his chin, and closed his eyes comfortably.

Chef Wang ran up and down courteously, cutting fruit for Yu Xiaotan to eat, and taking out a fan to fan Yu Xiaotan, which made Yu Xiaotan dumbfounded: "The wind on this mountain is so cool, why use a fan?" ?”

Chef Wang was stunned for a moment, then immediately patted his chest and said: Understood!

Then he quickly went to find a cloak for Yu Xiaotan, and when he handed it over, his face was full of tenderness: "Master, it's windy on the mountain, be careful of catching cold."

Yu Xiaotan: "..."

While smiling, Yu Xiaotan suddenly realized that these words were still somewhat familiar.

A few months ago, there was misty rain in the sky, and the fruit fragrance was wafting from the vegetable garden in the back mountain. There was also a person who put on his coat for him, with gentle eyes, saying "Be careful of catching a cold".

Yu Xiaotan tilted his head slightly, covering his hot cheeks.

... Obviously it's only been a few months, but when I think about it now, it seems like a lifetime ago.

I don't know where Ji Chuchen is at the moment?

The efforts I have made should be able to help him.

Thoughts were flying wildly, Yu Xiaotan caught a glimpse of a figure not far away from the corner of his eye, but froze for a moment.

The young man stared at the white figure carefully for a few times, his brows became more and more wrinkled, and finally he grabbed the chef at the side, and raised his finger not far away: "Over there, who is the person in white?"

Chef: "...I'll check right away."

After saying that, he ran away quickly, and ran back after a short while, reporting that he was the new young master of Yunhai Sect, Cheng Huan.

Cheng Huan?

Yu Xiaotan pursed his lips and nodded.

He knew who it was.

But even if you have read the original text, you know what kind of person Cheng Huan is, and what measures Cheng Huan has made to replace Ji Chuchen, but when you really stand on the Yunhai Mountain, you can see the figure in white clothes that is three points similar to the memory Yu Xiaotan still felt tightness in his chest.

He watched quietly for a while, then suddenly said, "I don't like this person."

Yu Xiaotan's voice was so soft that only the chef beside him could hear it.

The head chef's ears trembled slightly, not missing any opportunity to show his loyalty: "Master, Master, I don't like him either!"

"..." Yu Xiaotan laughed, "Why don't you like him?"

The head chef turned his eyes and said in a low voice: "Master, not everyone can wear white clothes. He is not suitable for white clothes, but he wants to wear them anyway, trying to create an elegant image for himself."

"This is already awkward enough, but look carefully, Master, he is wearing a white shirt, and the sleeves and neckline have to be embroidered with silver thread. He wants to be simple and elegant, but he can't let go of the extravagance. It's very hypocritical."

Yu Xiaotan glanced again, shook his head and smiled: "You're right."

In this world, not everyone can wear white clothes.

Not everyone deserves to wear white.

He withdrew his gaze, and no longer assigned his attention to Cheng Huan who was ostentatiously passing through the market like a peacock in the distance, but ordered the chef to check the utensils and ingredients, and planned to go to the kitchen first.

The chef followed behind Yu Xiaotan, looked at Yu Xiaotan's face and asked: "Master, I also heard that Young Master Cheng is going to the competition arena. It is said that Yun Haizong came to kick the hall. He is a young boy. I have already defeated many genius disciples in two days, should we also watch the fun?"

Yu Xiaotan thought for a while: "I won't go, there's nothing to see."

He didn't want to see that imitation guy, the dove occupying the magpie's nest, who had the face to imitate Brother Ji, and Yu Xiaotan felt sick in his heart if he looked at him one more time.

Let senior Qiongqing take care of this girl.

……

On the other side, Cheng Huan finally walked from the top of the mountain to the arena.

He could obviously ride a magic weapon, and he could fly against the wind, but he had to walk slowly, with a sense of ritual and anticipation along the way.

As a result, some disciples who really didn't know the truth flickered, their impressions of Cheng Huan changed slightly, and they whispered: "He's coming, he's really coming."

"That is, after all, he is the young sect master, and he must always protect the face of the sect."

"I just don't know if he is stronger than Young Master Cheng Yang..."

"It should be possible, right? After all, he is the young suzerain, and he is the candidate for the next suzerain. If he can't even beat the one who comes to kick the hall, how will he inherit the suzerain position in the future?"

A burst of whispering, like a wind full of catkins, poured into Cheng Huan's ears.The young man felt a little impatient, but he had to suppress it because of the image he was trying to establish, and there were faint twitching veins on his forehead.

Approaching the battle stage, he saw Qiongqing.

He was a young boy, thin and handsome, half a head shorter than him, and his facial features were as delicate and flawless as a well-drawn ink painting, not like the rumored invincible person who beat the sea of ​​clouds.

And after fighting for a long time, the young man's brows and eyes showed a clearly visible tiredness. Although he tried to hide it, there was still a little bit of fatigue in the movement of his eyes. Cheng Huan caught those tiny expressions in his eyes, and he felt confident Immediately add another layer.

Cheng Huan stepped onto the battle platform, his white clothes fluttering fiercely.

In order to facilitate viewing, the battle platform is designed very high.So in the eyes of all the disciples looking up, Cheng Huan stared at Qiongqing under the clear sky and bright sunlight, and said slowly: "It's you, who wants to challenge me?"

Qiongqing raised her eyelids and glanced at him lazily.

This glance made Qiong Qing stunned for a moment, and couldn't help taking a few more fixed glances.

Such a dignified expression, in Cheng Huan's eyes, is naturally a sign of importance.The young man was proud of himself, and just about to say a few more harsh words to gain a wave of prestige, he heard the young man on the opposite side say softly, "Are you a sword cultivator?"

Cheng Huan held the hilt of the sword at his waist and said coldly, "That's right."

Yunhai Zong Zhen Zong Baodian is a book of sword cultivation skills, so most of Yunhai Zong's disciples practice swords, even if they don't follow the way of sword cultivation, they often have good attainments in swordsmanship.

As for Cheng Huan, a young master, he naturally practiced the best skills and used the best sword art.

Even the sword he held in his hand was the best in Yun Haizong's treasury, with the handle shaped like a dragon flicking its tail.Cheng Huan slowly drew out his long sword, the blade of the sword glowed golden like gilt under the sun, and there was a faint roar of a dragon, hidden in the sound of the wind.

"The name of the sword is 'Chenlong'. It drank the blood of a real dragon in ancient times."

Cheng Huan swung his long sword sharply and pulled out a sword flower that he thought was extremely handsome. Hearing the sounds of exclamation and admiration from all around him, he felt even more complacent.

He looked at Qiongqing, and said in a long voice on purpose: "As the young master of Yunhai Sect, I was born with the blood of a real dragon, and I am the only one who can control this sword. Brother, if you are invincible, remember to fight it earlier!" Acknowledge defeat, lest you miss the fight and get hurt by mistake."

Cheng Huan's original intention was to scare Qiongqing. It would be even better if he could plant a seed of fear in the opponent's heart.

Unexpectedly, after he finished his harsh words, Qiongqing over there, instead of being afraid, laughed innocently.

"I know, I will be careful not to accidentally hurt you."

Although Qiongqing's smile was bright, her eyes were cold, and the depths of her black eyes were faintly condensed by wind and snow.

When Cheng Huan said that she was "born with the blood of a real dragon", Qiong Qing couldn't help but want to fuck her.What a shameless person, he has the face to say something so high-sounding when he robbed it?

Qiongqing made a random move, and the cyan aura gathered, and the phantom of the deep valley and forest sea faintly appeared on the battle platform.Qiongqing had never used such a move that involved the realm of Taoism before, so that the moment Cheng Huan realized, he had been pulled into the realm, and his eyes were full of falling flowers.

Brilliant falling cherry blossoms are flying in the air, the petals are soft and beautiful, but when they fall slowly, they are impressively imposing and murderous.

Standing still in the sea of ​​flowers all over the sky, Qiong Qing smiled at the frightened Cheng Huan with a cold voice.

"I won't hurt you by mistake, but it's always inevitable to cut your clothes when you fight, right?"