After Yang Yan and his party left, Xiao Xiang pulled the disciple and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

Zhao Heng is now famous in the Taihua Sect, and many of the core disciples have heard his name, but they have never seen anyone, but the inner disciples are different, except for a few people, almost all of them have seen his appearance, and Xiao Xiang naturally recognized it.

It's a shame to say that Xiao Xiang entered the sect earlier than Zhao Heng, and his strength is stronger than him, but in terms of fame, he was surpassed by him, which once made him wonder, does he have to cause something to become famous these years?

"I don't know this, I just ran out not long ago when I bumped into the sect master and Zhao Buxing, they are coming this way, it seems that I know in advance that His Royal Highness is out of the customs, I also wonder about it. The disciple said, the "Zhao is not afraid" in his mouth naturally refers to Zhao Heng, this is Zhao Heng's new nickname after the He Zilong incident, gradually replacing the original "Little Gambling King", I don't know who mentioned it first, Zhao Heng himself didn't seem to have much reaction, as if he acquiesced.

Hearing this, Xiao Xiang was silent for a long time, and suddenly said with surprise: "I have long heard that Zhao Heng originally had the title of 'Little Gambling King', and he also made a lot of money from many disciples last month, and he also provoked He Zilong because of this, it seems that there are really some catties, this time, I'm afraid Zhao Heng guessed it, right?"

Shaking his head, he laughed again: "To alarm the sect master based on his own guess, this Zhao Heng, is he really not afraid, or is he really sure?"

"I think he is really sure, otherwise how could the sect master casually believe the words of one of his inner disciples. The disciple said from the side.

Xiao Xiang nodded, and said with some emotion: "It seems that in the future, Taihua Sect will have a place for him Zhao Heng." ”

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On the other side, after Li Xiaotian took Yang Yan and the two to the residence, he said "Your Highness have a good rest" at Yang Yan's request and left.

Yang Yan, who entered the room, did not meditate and cultivate as before, but lay on the bed without saying a word, closing his eyes and resting.

In the past two months, he has indeed been tired, from the very beginning of the talent test, he has been cautious, tensed his nerves, has never relaxed at all, has experienced many tests, the erosion of murderous energy, the pain of quenching the marrow, the killing of the sword array, the attack of the soul, the test of will, several times to the limit, once faced a life and death crisis, his body has long been exhausted, almost to the limit, but has been forcibly supported, not allowing himself to show even a trace of weakness.

Since he was a child, Yang Yan has never given up cultivation at any moment, and when he still needs to sleep, he also has to cultivate until late at night, and his body is willing to fall asleep when he can't bear it, and then when he can replace sleep with meditation, he has never slept well again, and a few years have passed in a flash, and only that time he has overdone the martial arts and fallen asleep, but in his dreams, he is still cultivating.

However, this time, although his expression was not obvious, his body was already exhausted, and he had to rest well, and it was impossible to replace it with meditation, which would only exacerbate his exhaustion.

And he still needs to return to the dynasty in the best posture to meet the next round of challenges that will come.

Maybe it was because his string was too tight, and when he relaxed, the exhaustion was out of control, drowning his nerves, and soon he fell asleep, and his breathing slowly became smooth and even.

Bing Ruoyan, who had been silent, listened to Yang Yan's even breathing, and her eyes suddenly became extremely gentle, like a kind mother looking at her child.

Lianbu moved slightly, she came to the bedside, looking at the sleeping Yang Yan, after the perfect quenching, his face was like a knife, very sharp, but at this time there was a slight edge, the trace of exhaustion remaining on the face seemed to tell the hardships of the past two months, like a sword-like eyebrows slightly frowned, as if he was not stable in his sleep.

Looking at it, Bing Ruoyan gradually became stupid, she hadn't looked at him so unscrupulously for a long time like now, even if in the past few months, except after entering the Zu Tower, she was almost inseparable, but she still had all kinds of scruples in her heart that restrained her.

"Yan'er ......"

A soft murmur spat out from Bing Ruoyan's red lips, and then a cold wind blew across her face, blowing up the light veil, slowly floating, detached from her cheeks, like catkins in the wind, being swept in the void, slowly falling to the ground.

The light veil floated away, revealing a peerless face, like a fairy descending into the world, not eating the fireworks of the world.

Although Bing Ruoyan feels extremely beautiful, she has never shown her appearance in front of others, even when she faced Yang Yan alone, she still never lifted her veil, because she didn't know how beautiful she was.

Now, in this room, her face is finally shown, beautiful, too beautiful, and too beautiful to be real, "This woman should be in heaven, and there is a rare opportunity to smell it in the world" is not enough for her.

It's a pity that no one appreciates such a captivating scene, and the only person who can appreciate it is in a deep sleep at the moment, ignorant of foreign affairs.

But it is precisely because of this that the beautiful woman can remove the veil of mystery, reveal her true face, and face the young man in front of her with the truest face, which many people cannot envy.

Bing Ruoyan leaned down, her peerless face was less than half a foot away from the sleeping face in front of her, and she could clearly feel the breathing of the sleeping person, making the corners of her mouth glow with a trace of amazing arc.

The jade hand, which was whiter and tenderer than snow, was gently placed on the side of Yang Yan's cheek and gently caressed, as if to soothe his fatigue.

Suddenly, the sleeping Yang Yan's muscles suddenly tensed, the two sword eyebrows frowned, and a scattered hand subconsciously grabbed up, grabbing her soft and boneless jade hand, like iron tongs, tight.

The sudden surprise made Bing Ruoyan's heart startled, thinking that Yang Yan was about to wake up, and was about to break free, but he found that his eyes were shaking slightly and seemed to be about to open, but he didn't, but his face looked a little struggling.

At this moment, she could clearly feel the uneasiness in Yang Yan's heart, like the distress and uneasiness of being suddenly attacked but unable to resist.

Just a slight touch can make him have such a big reaction in his sleep, and instantly make a defensive posture, which shows how cautious he is, and how strong his sense of danger is, it is hard to imagine that he is just a twelve-year-old boy, a noble prince, but it seems that he is always rolling in all kinds of dangers.

Bing Ruoyan's eyes suddenly became more gentle, full of distress, and even faintly flickered with crystal light.

"Yan'er, you're tired, you need to rest, it's okay, I'm here, sleep." Bing Ruoyan said gently, regardless of the hand that was caught, the other hand caressed the other side of Yang Yan's face, caressing his mouth, nose, eyes, and frowning eyebrows.

It seemed that her words had an effect, and this time Yang Yan did not make another "attack", but gradually relaxed under her gentle voice, and her frowning eyebrows were smoothed out with her movements, and the expression of struggle disappeared and became serene.

"Yan'er is so good!" Bing Ruoyan smiled, his head slowly lowered, and his moist red lips kissed him lightly on his forehead, like a dragonfly dotting water.

Removing her red lips, she looked at him so closely, her eyes were so gentle, and only in front of him would she be like this.

"How good it would be if it was like this all the time, you can be your prince with peace of mind, and I'll take care of you all the time with peace of mind, how good!"

"It's just...... You won't want to, although you are not the same person you used to be, but he is still influencing everything about you, because ...... He was so unwilling. ”

“...... So, what about me? It's the same, right? What the hell am I supposed to do?"

At this moment, she seemed a little confused and helpless, and at this moment she wished that he in her heart could tell her what to do.

......

Yang Yan was really tired this time, but he couldn't wake up from this sleep, his brain seemed to be dormant, cut off from all contact with the outside world, but he faintly felt that someone was calling him softly, the voice was very gentle, pleasant and moving, so that his tense heartstrings gradually relaxed, and there was a feeling of peace of mind.

Then, a strong feeling of exhaustion hit him like a wave, and his consciousness returned to darkness.

I don't know how long it took, but a warm ray of sunlight shone in from the window, focusing on Yang Yan's eyes, making his eyes tremble slightly, and then opened a gap with some difficulty, and the warm sunlight made this gap gradually widen.

A faint fragrance penetrated into his nostrils, stimulating his sense of smell, a trace of distraction passed through Yang Yan's eyes, and then a sharp light shot out, and he sat up suddenly, and the muscles of his whole body instantly tensed, ready to go.

"Are you awake?" A concerned word came into his ears, Yang Yan suddenly turned his head to see that Bing Ruoyan was lying beside him for some time, and his beautiful eyes were full of tenderness.

When Yang Yan just woke up, she noticed it, and covered the veil again, not letting Yang Yan see her face, but even so, with her peerless assets, lying there like this is also extremely tempting, but feeling her holy temperament will not make people blasphemy.

Seeing that it was Bing Ruoyan, Yang Yan slowly dissipated the vigilance of his whole body, relaxed a little, and did not need to be so vigilant in front of her.

Looking at the sky outside the window, it was exactly what it looked like when Chen Shi had just passed a moment, and when he came out of the tower, it was clear that he had arrived at the time, so he immediately looked at Bing Ruoyan and asked, "How long has this prince slept?"

"It's two days and two nights in one hour. Bing Ruoyan replied.

"Two days and two nights?" Yang Yan was slightly stunned, and then a touch of vigilance came to his heart, he actually slept for so long, fortunately it was Taihua Sect here, no one dared to have bad intentions, and there was Bing Ruoyan, but if it was another time, he also slept for two days and nights unconsciously like this time, what would be the consequences?

Yang Yan said secretly, a little dissatisfied with his performance, he can't lose his guard at any time in the future, otherwise he won't know how to die, after all, he can't stay under the protection of others all the time, and not everyone cares about his status as a prince, especially the enemies of the dynasty.

The attack on the Demon Beast Mountain Range, although there was no danger, Yang Yan always remembered it in his heart and did not dare to forget it.