More than a dozen maids were arranged in a row in the center of the open space in front of the Shangqing Palace, and an entourage brought a Luan chair and placed it in front, and Su Feng glanced at Qinghe on his side and sat down.

The maids were dressed in a pink gauze smock with a blue waist, and looked as neat as a school uniform.

The women are all in good shape, and it is obvious that they are trained, but they are ...... Qinghe couldn't help but think of the Lingxi Goddess.

is also a goddess, and the appearance of Lingxi can be said to be unparalleled, but these are much inferior compared to them.

"Beijun, can you start?"

Someone asked in a low voice, Beijun is also the fourth, looked at Su Feng, who was not interested in the seat, and nodded.

One of the maids at the head received the instruction and immediately conjured up a weapon and began her own performance, and a competition that was not a competition was about to begin.

Most of the maids in the training class have been promoted to goddesses as their goal, so they have trained hard for many years, never complaining bitterly, just to be favored by the Divine Monarch of the Wind - this noble and handsome ancient god, no matter how cruel the training is, they have survived.

The advantage of this is not only to be able to become the sweetheart of the ancient gods, but also to have greater power, so that their family can have a foothold in the god realm, so they have to show their ability to show themselves no matter what, after all, there are not many such opportunities.

But no matter what she did, Shufeng Shenjun didn't look at her from beginning to end, as if he was trying his best to show himself in front of him as if he was air.

A heart became heavier and heavier, becoming cold and cold in the process of falling, more and more sweat in her hands, and in the ruthless and indifferent eyes of Shufeng, she became more and more nervous, until there was a "clang", and the sword fell to the ground.

For a moment, she was stunned and couldn't move, her eyes didn't know where to look, her head was dizzy, as if she was about to fall to the ground in the next second, her ears were buzzing, and she couldn't hear what the people around her were saying, until someone took her out of Shangqing Palace, she came back to her senses in a trance.

Beijun glared at the back of the maid leaving, and ordered in a deep voice: "Next." ”

The first maid had been defeated and left the scene, leaving her sad in vain.

The maid of the second performance was affected by her, and she was a little nervous and frightened for no reason, and her thoughts were chaotic and messed into a mess.

What if I don't do well? What if I don't get selected? My father has too much hope for me, what if I let him down?

If you have too many concerns, your swordsmanship will not be pure, and it will be a matter of time before you fail.

However, the time of half a pillar of incense has already spread in the footsteps of a person.

Beijun sighed: "Next." ”

The third one finally played a normal or even super long level, and his body was flexible, like a swimming dragon, Beijun nodded again and again in appreciation, "This is good, what is her name?"

The people on the side checked the roster and said, "Mu Ge, it's the little apprentice of Banliu Daojun." ”

Banliu Daojun is a god clan who planted and guarded willow trees in Futu Mountain, nearly eight hundred years old, although he is not a big generation in the god realm, but he is honest and simple, and he is good at refining medicine, and everyone respects him very much.

"Yes, yes, the character of the person taught by Banliu is not bad, and the body is also very good, you first separate her name, and then decide to stay after I tell the Divine Monarch." ”

"Yes. ”

The maid's performances were staged one after another, and after watching it for a long time, Qinghe was a little dazzled, and he couldn't help lowering his head to rest his eyes, and happened to bump into Su Feng's sight.

He looked up at himself, not embarrassed at the slightest, but winked at her, becoming more serious.

Qinghe smiled at him, and his sharp eyes found that the roots of his ears were red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This guy's red ears haven't changed.

The performance was boring, Qinghe took two steps back and planned to sneak out to breathe when he wasn't paying attention, but as soon as he turned around, he slammed his eyebrows, and the feeling of dizziness came up again.

Qingbai, who was holding the Luan chair, was stiff in place and tried her best to stay unharmed, she glanced at Sufeng, and saw that he didn't notice anything unusual, and quietly retreated.

On the long and silent path, Qinghe leaned against a large stone wall and gasped slightly, pinching his brows with his hands to try to alleviate the uncomfortable feeling, but after a long time, even the center of his eyebrows was pinched out of the bruises, and the dizziness only increased.

The spiritual power slowly condensed around her body, and cyan light poured into her eyebrows from her fingertips, but it didn't have any effect, which made her feel anxious.

The surroundings were surprisingly quiet, without any human signs and birdsong, Qinghe seemed to have fallen into endless darkness, lost the ability to perceive, and the negative emotions suppressed in her heart, such as anxiety, seemed to break through the cage in the next moment and control her entire body.

It felt like an infernal hell, and it was painful.

She groped in the darkness, desperate to get out of here, and ran forward in a straight line, but found nothing.

A warm and powerful hand landed on her shoulder, and Aowa in the darkness saw a light at the end.

From a small point of light, it gradually expanded, into a large beam of light, like the rising sun gently but forcefully eroding her darkness.

"Are you alright?"

Qing He suddenly opened his eyes, and Su Feng was standing in front of her, looking at her with concern.

The feeling of dizziness and discomfort disappeared in an instant, and Qinghe shook his head: "It's okay, why did you come out?

Shufeng: "I'll leave it to Beijun, let him choose it himself." ”

Qinghe picked the corners of his mouth, but his face was not good, and he smiled a little reluctantly, "He broke his heart for you, the Divine Monarch's lifelong event, and if you do this, he will definitely be displeased, and he will even transfer his anger to me." ”

Su Feng didn't perceive Beijun's purpose, and when he heard her say this, he immediately frowned, and said to Qinghe seriously: "Don't worry, I won't let you get hurt." ”

It's a joke, but Sufeng is so serious.

Qinghe paused, rubbed the bracelet on his wrist with his fingers, and nodded solemnly: "I believe you." ”

"Gee, it looks like I didn't come at the right time. ”

Shen Xun stood not far away, playfully admiring this affectionate scene.

Qinghe: "Why are you here?"

Shen Xun shook his hand and picked a branch out of nowhere, and said leisurely: "It's too boring to sleep, so I'll come out for a walk." "Eyes turn between the two, "How do you know that as soon as you come out, you will see someone affectionately saying 'I believe in you', tsk, it's really sour." ”

While talking, he imitated Qinghe's demeanor, which was simply vivid.

Qinghe raised his eyebrows and looked at him with his arms crossed, "Some people don't even have a chance to say this, where is the qualification to mock others." ”

Shufeng echoed on the side: "Qinghe is right. ”

Qinghe gently took Shufeng's arm, deliberately walked around in front of Shenxun, turned a corner and walked into the distance, and a gentle voice sounded in Shenxun's ears, "Let's go, let's go to see the sunset, I heard that the couples who see the sunset together will get God's blessing and will have a happy life." ”

Shufeng: "Really, then let's go and see." ”

Qinghe: "Well, let's go." ”

The voice gradually drifted away, Shen Xun stared at the backs of the two with a dark face, and the quiet environment set off a lonely person.

"When you see the sunset, will you really be happy for a lifetime......

Lonely and desolate words, Shen Xun stroked the red line copper coin on his wrist, and there was a girl who only had a wisp of soul left in the thin copper coin in the four directions.

Unfortunately, she was asleep and didn't hear the boy's whispers.