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On the battle platform, Cheng Huan resisted hastily.

He didn't expect Qiongqing to be so strong. Dao Ze Domain, that was already a method of the Nascent Soul Stage, how could it appear in the hands of a Jindan Stage disciple?

Chenlong sword slashed in all directions, but Yoyo's petals still pierced through the breeze, finding flaws in the gaps in the sword strokes.

The petals seem soft and beautiful, but when they are scraped by Cheng Huan, they are sharp and boundless. The edges of the petals glow with a cold light.

The light golden real dragon energy on the sword body is useless. In front of the overwhelming sea of ​​flowers, the golden dragon seems to have turned into a small goldfish, struggling weakly under the pressure. Every sword move Cheng Huan uses They were all like goldfish spitting bubbles, not only was it powerless to speak of, they couldn't even get close to Qiongqing's side.

Soon, Cheng Huan's white clothes were cut to pieces, and strips of cloth hung from the holes, looking like the most down-and-out beggar.

What's even more irritating is that he tried his best to fight, but Qiongqing still had the strength to joke.

"I've seen another sword cultivator in white, who is very powerful and admirable."

The young man was leaning against the branches and vines, playing with the light-colored budding flowers with his fingers, his delicate facial features became more and more beautiful against the backdrop of the flying flowers, with a smile on his lips, but the tone of his voice made Cheng Huan's spine stiff and his whole body chilled.

"Compared to him, you're a poor imitator."

Qiong Qing tilted her head slightly, and blinked her pure and flawless black eyes a few times: "No, the imitator is just flattering you, so what are you compared to him?"

"It's just the moon in the sky and the mud in the ground."

Cheng Huan's hand gripping the hilt of the sword suddenly clenched!

He grabbed so hard that even his knuckles turned white, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and a low growl came out of his lips unbearably: "What do you know?"

It's just a master's move, and this sentence is enough to distract him. At that moment, a thick vine struck from behind, and a strong wind was blown up as it marched. The branches flew and beat Cheng Huan's back fiercely!

"Thorn-"

The young man's white clothes were cut open by the tiny barbs on the branches and vines, revealing the inner lining embroidered with silver-rimmed golden dragons. Light yellow obscene clothes.

There was a commotion all around.

The cold wind poured in along the broken parts of the clothes, and it was bitingly cold. Cheng Huan froze on the stage, almost turning into a statue.

It's too humiliating, it's a shameful humiliation, it's a thousand times more humiliating than being kicked away by Qiongqing on the spot!

Cheng Huan trembled, and his right hand subconsciously touched the red pill hidden by his waist.

This elixir is extremely strong, in the past he only dared to take one pill.

But looking at it now, eating just one pill seemed unable to withstand Qiongqing's offensive.

At the moment of hesitation, Cheng Huan's clear voice suddenly sounded again.This time it came by voice transmission, and the line of constriction fell into his ears, and the sarcasm in the voice was also very clear.

"What kind of dragon are you?"

"You have neither cultivation nor tolerance, and you have to rely on imitation to gain recognition and praise. You are nothing more than a worm, a moth that can barely improve by relying on the support of your father and the protection of the sect."

"Look at the audience, your dear sect disciples are all looking at you."

"They're looking at you looking like a worm, tsk tsk tsk, don't you lose your face? Don't you want to get out, worm?"

A string in Cheng Huan's brain broke with a "bang".

In an instant, a fire blazed in his heart, setting his internal organs and lungs on top until the seven orifices were smoking, and there was buzzing in his ears, and he could almost hear the rushing sound of blood rushing through his meridians.

Qiongqing's flower array is not just a sharp blade.

The power of dao rhyme that confuses people's mind is hidden in the fragrance of flowers and pollen. While cutting Cheng Huan's white clothes, he cut the surface of his skin and penetrated into the texture.

So in front of Cheng Huan's "eyes", the sky and the earth suddenly rose, and he became a floating catkin falling into the abyss, constantly falling towards the darkest depths, falling... There were laughter one after another on both sides of the bank, and insects blinked in the mud With dense eyes, whispering.

"His surname is also Cheng?"

"It's Cheng Yang's younger brother."

"Hey, is he my younger brother? He's so weak, he can't compare to a finger of Young Master Cheng."

"He deserves to be called Brother Cheng Yang?"

"Anyway, if you hold Young Master Cheng's thigh, you will be a powerful elder at least in the future."

"Elder... is he worthy?"

The voices came one after another, with the endings intertwined and overlapping, until finally there was only a series of echoing voices in Cheng Huan's ears: "Is he worthy too?"

"Is he worthy too?"

"Is he worthy too..."

Messy, troubled.

It was so noisy.

……

On the high platform, the elders of Yunhai Sect were also in an uproar.

It's good not to hurt anyone, but it's too unsightly to cut off the outer robe and even expose the obscene clothes!

Is our Young Sovereign shameless?

But before the elders could say anything, Che Yunwen on the side had already thrown down his teacup, stood up and shouted: "Xiaoqing, what are you doing, stop!"

"It's too rude, too rude! Hurry up and admit defeat, come down and apologize to the elders!"

On the stage, Qiongqing pursed her lips, turned her head reluctantly and said: "Master, why should I admit defeat, I almost won."

"Besides, I didn't cut his clothes on purpose. A sword has no eyes, and he's so ugly in white..."

"Shut up." Che Yunwen had a heartbroken expression, "Yushuimen has made you lose face, even if you win, do you win glory?"

Qiongqing said distressedly: "I didn't use any crooked tricks, how can I be disgraceful?"

The two masters and apprentices quarreled in the air, and for a while they quarreled "furiously", which made the elders who were really angry and the disciples onlookers not know what to say.

And thinking about it carefully, they suddenly felt that what Qiong Qing said was quite reasonable, the sword has no eyes, and cutting the skirt of the clothes seems... quite normal?

It's not a crooked trick like taking drugs or cheating.

The elders looked at each other, couldn't help coughing a few times, and said with a dry smile to Che Yunwen who was still "glaring and teaching disciples": "Then what kind of elder Che, or else stop scolding, your disciple did nothing wrong... ..."

Before the words fell, a hoarse roar suddenly came from the field.

The elders turned their heads suddenly, only to see Cheng Huan standing on the stage in rags, raising his head and roaring hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot.

"Where am I unworthy?" His voice was almost weeping blood, "Who dares to say that I am unworthy?"

The voice was too hoarse, and the elders couldn't hear what their young master was screaming.

But they watched the next scene helplessly.

——The Young Sovereign took out a small porcelain bottle from his waist, unscrewed the cork in front of everyone, and poured it into his mouth.

When chewing, the expression is ferocious, as if eating human flesh raw.

In the next second, golden flames spread from his body, enveloping Cheng Huan's whole body like flowing water. The center of the flame was crimson red like the rising sun, with a fierce momentum, showing the mighty golden dragon's virtual shape above the battle platform.

The scales and claws fluttered, glaring, and the long beard fluttered wantonly in the air. Under the overwhelming pressure of the golden dragon, Qiongqing's figure was as small as a flower bone.

But there was no applause, no applause.

The surroundings were as quiet as death.

The Yunhai Sect disciples were stunned.

That ferocious-looking person on the stage, who still relies on drugs to break out...is their young suzerain? !

On the high platform, the elder Yunhai Sect was dumbfounded. For a while, you looked at me and I looked at you. Several old faces were flushed, shy and irritable.

Just now I felt that Yushuimen didn't use the crooked tricks of the three abuses, but now my young suzerain has used them!

No matter whether you win or lose, you will lose face!

……

The golden dragon halfway up the mountain was majestic, and even the barriers of the battle platform could not block its light. As a result, a small piece of sky on Yunhai Peak was dyed crimson red.

Yu Xiaotan looked out from the kitchen window, looked at the raging fire not far away, thoughtfully said: "Is there a vision of fighting over there?"

The chef nodded: "It should be. I heard that the suzerain of Yunhai Sect has the blood of a real dragon. I didn't expect it to be so powerful."

"Is it great?"

Yu Xiaotan sneered and shook his head.

Seeing what the mountain looked like, Cheng Huan must have swallowed a lot of red pills, right?

Everything went smoothly according to plan.

There must be a lot of disciples watching in the arena now, so Cheng Huan will become a useless softie who "relies on drugs to support the scene" in everyone's minds.

How can such a person become the young suzerain who leads the next generation of Yun Haizong?

and……

A sly gleam flashed in Yu Xiaotan's eyes, and the corners of his lips rose slowly.

If taking drugs can defeat Big Boss Qiongqing, then the so-called peak out of body is too worthless.

Poor Cheng Huan had no idea what kind of terrifying existence he was facing.

Withdrawing his gaze, Yu Xiaotan's gaze fell on the stove in front of him.A lot of ingredients have already been placed there, including oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar, just waiting for him to start the stove and try it out.

There are all kinds of ingredients, and there are many strange things among them, but Yu Xiaotan didn't even think about it, and said straightforwardly: "Do you have mutton, take some."

The chef immediately ordered someone to fetch a large piece of mutton.

The meat was frozen by the mysterious ice, and the corners were still dripping blood when it melted, but the meat itself was extremely clean, with a texture as clear as gemstones. If you look closely, you can see fine flame-like textures, like blood in ruby. spread out.

Yu Xiaotan recognized this meat, he had just "learned" it in Guanghua Zhai a few days ago.This kind of meat comes from a kind of mysterious beast of Gulan Chiyang. This kind of mysterious beast can walk through the magma without any damage.

Even if it is hunted and cut, the removed meat can only be stored in the mysterious ice dug out of the extremely cold place, otherwise the spiritual power contained in it will ignite all the combustible things around it, making it extremely difficult for the spirit chef to control a kind of food.

Seeing that Yu Xiaotan chose such a difficult ingredient, the chef was very excited, and rubbed his hands next to the young man with a frowning face: "Master, master, why do you want to make this Gulan red lamb today?"

Yu Xiaotan just smiled.

He stroked the texture of the fresh meat, felt the soft fat between the muscles, pulled out a thin knife from the stove, and cut the meat into slices as thin as a cicada's wing.

While cutting the meat, he ordered: "Go and get some peppers and green onions. It needs to be strong."

——As we all know, if you eat too much lamb and pepper, you will get angry.