The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 620 Sick disciples don’t blacken (24)

  The more the enemy is at present, the more you must be in danger!

  Su Qinghuan took a deep breath and spoke to System 233 with a wry smile in his heart.

   "Tong'er, I still have a lot of points on the plane before, this time I will exchange a thousand points with you. Be sure to help me stabilize my figure and don't let that kid notice any clues!"

   "Good host!"

   Realizing the seriousness of the problem, System 233 couldn't help but squeezed a sweat for Su Qinghuan. It was rare that there was no bargaining like a miser.

  ……

   Obtained the guarantee of System 233, Su Qinghuan looked relaxed.

   Soon, a light scent of jade face and flowers brushed over the boy. Before Yan Hanzhou could react, the spirit sword in front of him had been taken away by lightning!

  What a fast speed!

  What a fierce body technique!

  Yan Hanzhou’s pupils shrank slightly. He never thought that the white-clothed Immortal Venerable who was seriously injured could have such a terrifying power!

  Could it be that you guessed wrong?

  Su Qinghuan was not injured at all?

  Yan Hanzhou was thinking inside, he raised his eyes calmly, concealing the hatred and anxiety in his heart.

  ……

  Yan Hanzhou was uncertain, but the white-robed sister who had drifted to the top of the tree glanced at him coldly.

   "Look, I will only demonstrate it once."

  Before the words fell, I saw the white-clothed Immortal Venerable with a graceful figure, she had always held a sword in her hand, leaving behind a series of white-like figures in the air.

Between   sword moves, it is shocked and graceful as a dragon.

  Vaguely, there are amazing auras revolving around her!

  ……

  Qing Yunzong’s introductory sword move was originally just a basic move, and Yan Hanzhou’s tattered silver spirit sword was nothing more than a must-have item for every outer disciple. There was not much aura at all.

   But at this moment, the high-ranking Yuan Ying Xianzun used such a broken sword to practice the introductory sword skills of the Qingyun Sect. With every move, he seemed to have the momentum of moving mountains and reclaiming the sea, and it was extremely powerful!

  ……

  Although Yan Hanzhou is also very familiar with this Qingyunzong sword move, he did not expect that when he saw Su Qinghuan practicing the sword move at this moment, he was inevitably amazed!

  No, it's not just amazing, it can even be said to be shocking!

  Yan Hanzhou was also in the martial arts field of an outer disciple, and it is rare to see the Qingyun Sect Master give a lecture and practice these most basic sword moves.

  But at that time, Sect Master Qingyun used his high-level natal spirit sword, and although the Sect Master’s swordsmanship was not inferior to Su Qinghuan, but for some reason, it was just that she did not have the frightening demeanor of the woman dancing sword in front of him.

  Even if Yan Hanzhou hated Su Qinghuan to the extreme, he had to admit at this moment that he, the master, could sit firmly in the position of the peak master of the Liuli Peak. It was indeed not a vain name.

  The young man stared at the fluttering figure in the sky slightly in a daze.

  It's really...it's a pity that such a talent falls on such a snake and scorpion immortal.

  ……

  After half a cup of tea, Su Qinghuan finished the exercise of that sword move.

  No one knows that her internal interest is surging like a sea at this moment. If she hadn't used the points exchange to let the system 233 suppress her forcibly, she would just vomit blood and fall to the ground.

  Fortunately, Yan Hanzhou only ordered one of the basic sword moves, otherwise Su Qinghuan could really give up treatment directly.

  A sharp pain came from the internal organs, Su Qinghuan's eyes went black, she managed to pinch her nails into her palms, and forced herself to look awake.

  The white-clothed woman Xiuqing turned around coldly and returned the spirit sword to Yan Hanzhou.

   "Can you see clearly?"

  Hey, even if she can’t see clearly, she won’t practice it a second time!

  Now she wants to go to the Lingquan Pond in the original cave mansion to soak!

  It hurts too much!

  She can't hold it anymore!

  ……

  Yan Hanzhou glanced over Su Qinghuan’s face, and saw that her face was as usual, and she couldn’t even see the faint paleness before...

   Seeing this scene, the young man couldn't tell whether it was lost or weird. He had always been aware of the current affairs, and soon bowed his head respectfully and took the sword handed by the white-robed sister.

  "The master has a proud talent, and the disciple is beyond the reach of the dust. The same sword trick is demonstrated by the disciple, but it is full of flaws, which really makes the disciple extremely ashamed."

  Between words, Yan Hanzhou decided not to say goodbye.

  "……"

  If only you are really ashamed!

  Be yourself and let her go!

  Seeing that Yan Hanzhou still refused to leave, Su Qinghuan had a headache. The coldness that seemed like a heart-cutting bone made the white-clothed Immortal Venerable, who was covered in pure and noble body, also became more anxious.

  She knew that she couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry, and she rushed to order to chase customers, fearing that it would arouse more suspicion, so Su Qinghuan approached the teenager and said to Yan Hanzhou with a cold face.

  "You are not inferior to being a teacher, given time, you will surely shine in kendo."

  This is true.

  Yan Hanzhou obtained the ancient spirit sword in that secret realm in the Yuan secret realm that day, and from then on, he has been in the kendo even more rapidly, no one can match.

  Yan Hanzhou did not expect to hear words of encouragement in Su Qinghuan’s mouth one day.

  Especially, although the female sister in white has a cold expression, the expressions in her eyes in Linglingfeng’s eyes do not seem to be hypocritical, let alone a polite compliment.

  She has no need to compliment Yan Hanzhou.

  "……"

   Yan Hanzhou faced Su Qinghuan’s high praise, he only felt his heart condensed.

  The young man's complexion was slightly stiff, but he was still not reconciled that he had never tested whether Su Qinghuan was seriously injured.

   "Master praised it."

  "Master, when the disciple was rehearsing the ninth form of the introductory sword move, he felt that the sword move was very stagnant, and I don’t know where to correct it. Can you..."

   Before Yan Hanzhou's words fell, he suddenly felt a burst of light fragrance of jade face and flowers.

  Because... Su Qinghuan held his wrist.

  ! ! !

  The young man never thought that Su Qinghuan would actually give him personal guidance!

  Even though Su Qinghuan did a lot of unexpected things these days, the close physical contact at this moment still shocked the teenager.

  The two were close to each other, Su Qinghuan felt the intense pain relieved a bit.

  ——This blazing sun body is really an antidote to the Liuli Wushou body!

  Su Qinghuan is speechless.

  ……

   Feeling the woman's approach, Yan Hanzhou stiffened all over, almost unable to hold the sword firmly.

  Does this guy hate her so much?

  As soon as it touches the limbs, it is stiff like iron.

  Since you hate it, you should retire as soon as possible. Don’t torture each other here, okay!

  Su Qinghuan was roaring inwardly, and she was almost full of cows.

  However, Su Qinghuan was forcibly enduring the severe pain, and just glanced at the boy lightly.

   "Han Zhou, concentrate on."

  She had a cold face, and she commanded in an indisputable tone.

   "When you were sinking your shoulders in the ninth transformation, the place where you exerted your force was wrong, you have to be like this..."

  Speaking, Su Qinghuan lowered the boy's elbow and signaled him the right way.

  The white-clothed Xianzun held the boy’s arm and looked from a distance, as if she took the initiative to embrace Yan Hanzhou...

  (End of this chapter)