The time of the year flies.

Wuhun Empire, Wuhun Academy.

Back in the mountains, in an open wood.

Yue Yi was holding a silver spear, practicing in the woods.

A long blonde hair, accompanied by her waving, fluttered in the air in mid-air.

The silver spear in his hand, in his hand, seemed to turn into a silver dragon, the sharp tip of the spear flickered, and every shot stabbed out was full of the smell of killing.

There are no fancy moves, just simple and practical moves, and attacks that go straight to the point.

Although Yue Yi is only six years old, her delicate facial features have already revealed a bit of peerless appearance, although she is still young, she can still see that she is a beautiful embryo.

The indifferent expression sets off a bit of cold temperament.

In the course of a year and nearly two years, the smile on Yueyi's face became less and less, until finally, it disappeared.

At first, Qiandaoliu told her that Jun Xuehan and Qianrenxue had not fallen, which made her heart rise with infinite hope.

But with the entire Wuhun Palace, as well as the search of the Wuhun Empire on the mainland, there was still no news about Jun Xuehan and Qianrenxue, which made the hope in Yueyi's heart gradually disappear.

To this day, there is still no news, the Martial Soul Hall is all over the continent, and the Martial Soul Empire is the most powerful empire on the continent.

But for the news of Jun Xuehan and Qian Lingxue, it is like a stone sinking into the sea, without the slightest wave.

In the woods, a figure poked its head out from behind an ancient tree, glanced at Yue Yi, and then quickly withdrew its gaze.

In front of him, there was pen and ink, and a white and flawless white paper, and the white paper was drawn on Yueyi's figure.

"Boss, you're getting better and better."

"It's exactly the same!"

"But boss, when are you going to give the painting to His Highness?"

Behind the ancient tree, a somewhat sturdy young man looked at the painting in front of him and couldn't help but admire.

"Send? You can't send it. ”

"I'll just see if I'm fine."

"And I can't draw either, there is only form, not God."

A child with a fair and elegant face, dressed in a very plain blue coat, with patches on his clothes and a gentle voice, said absently.

"Boss, I think you drew very well."

"If you give the painting to Your Highness, you may be able to leave a good impression on Your Highness."

"What's the point of always hiding in the dark, peeping?"

The stout boy said softly.

"Zongshi, to be a man, you must be self-aware."

"I'm Ye Yi, my talent is mediocre."

"My family is poor, and in the entire academy, there are not a thousand but eight hundred people like me, and they can be called nothing."

"And Your Highness, with outstanding talent, outstanding appearance, and noble status, is less than eight years old, and is already in the realm of the Four-Ring Soul Sect."

"He is the most eye-catching genius in the Martial Spirit Academy, and there is no one."

"What qualifications do I have to enter the sight of His Highness."

"And I'm not peeping, I'm appreciating, chasing the light from the top of the mountain, the nature of the two is completely different."

Ye Yi spread his hands, with a look of yearning in his eyes.

"What's the difference, isn't it all voyeurism?"

"And I'm not without self-knowledge!"

"My uncle is Zongming, Zongming, who once fought side by side with the Pope."

"I even participated in the big wedding of the Pope and His Majesty the Pope."

Zong Shi leaned against the ancient tree and said proudly.

"That's your uncle, what does it have to do with you?"

"And I didn't see how good your relationship with your uncle is."

"If you have a good relationship with your uncle, you will still blow up criticism with me here."

Ye Yi glanced at Zong Shi and said indifferently.

"Who said that I have a good relationship with my uncle, and mixing with you is just to experience life."

Zong Shi's eyes widened and he said loudly.

"Be quiet! Don't let Your Highness ......"

Before Ye Yi's words were finished, he saw a silver spear running out of the ancient tree.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't know, can't you enter here!"

Some cold voices spat out of Yue Yi's mouth.

A pair of phoenix eyes, quietly staring at the ancient tree in front of him.

Looking at the silver gun on his head, Ye Yi couldn't help but swallow his saliva and involuntarily took two steps back.

"Your Highness, we just think that the scenery here is very good, so we came here to take a look."

"I'm really sorry to disturb Your Highness."

"Let's leave."

Ye Yi stretched out his hand and dragged the Zongshi, and immediately left with the Zongshi.

"Hmph."

Looking at the backs of them leaving, Yue Yi didn't say anything, but withdrew the silver spear and walked straight towards the outside of the Martial Spirit Academy.

When he walked out of the Martial Spirit Academy, the figures of the ghost and Yueguan walked out of the door.

"Your Highness, how are you in the academy today?"

"Is there anyone who doesn't open his eyes and makes His Highness unhappy."

The ghost asked aloud as she followed behind Yue Yi.

"As always, Grandpa Ju, Grandpa Ghost, is there any news of my father and mother?"

Yue Yi reached out and helped the hair that fell in front of her forehead, took out a hairpin from the soul guide, and combed her hair neatly.

"No, but Your Highness doesn't have to worry."

"The Pope's strength is extraordinary, he is the strongest man on the continent, and there will definitely be nothing wrong."

"They may have something to do, and they will come back when they are done."

Yueguan sighed and comforted her.

As for the whereabouts of Jun Xuehan and Qian Lingxue, no one knows so far, and it is not an exaggeration to even call it life and death.

"It's been almost two years, and there are things that I can't deal with."

"What's going on from the evil soul master?"

"Have they been doing anything lately?"

Yue Yi's eyes closed, and tears appeared faintly in her eyes.

But the tears did not fall, and the sound was as it was always.

"According to the information that came back, our people stationed in the far north did not stop their attack."

"But it covered, the people of the bitter cold in the extreme north, retreated to the Martial Spirit Empire. And in the Extreme North, the Evil Soul Master, relying on the tenth-level soul guide, occupies the bitter cold of the Extreme North, and we are stationed at the border of the Extreme North. ”

The ghost shook his head slightly, and his hoarse voice was full of helplessness.

In the course of a year, the Wuhun Hall and the Evil Soul Master had several battles, and it was originally them, and the Wuhun Hall completely had the upper hand.

However, due to the fact that among them, there were two Extreme Douluo and a tenth-level soul guide, the people stationed in the extreme north were finally defeated and withdrew from the bitter cold land of the extreme north with the people.

"One wrong step, one wrong step!"

"My kindness at the beginning caused the big mistake now!"

"I'm really a sinner on the mainland!"

Yue Yi reached out to cover one eye, lowered her head and chuckled, but the laughter was full of coldness and murderous intent.

(End of chapter)