Forget Ning Yue's quick mouth just now, she shouldn't have embarrassed Kong Shuai with the second daughter around her, this remark would lose her identity, and it would easily cause the second daughter to feel uncomfortable.

She was about to answer Kong Shuai's words, but she heard a loud thunderclap from below.

The sound caused everyone on the high platform to look at each other, only to see that on the ring of the Saint Venerable Realm below, two men came up at some point.

At this time, the two duel together, and they came up with a hard blow before they made the sound just now.

A man with a spear raised in front of him and a high crown on his head shouted: "Yan Xiaoran, I didn't expect you to also advance to the middle stage of the Holy Venerable! ”

On the other side, the dashing boy in white was holding a long sword, the tip of the sword was on the tip of the opponent's gun, and he smiled heartily and said: "Tu Junhao, in the battle of the Holy Book Academy, you and I didn't distinguish the winner or loser, so here, let's fight to our heart's content!"

Tu Junhao returned the gun and retreated, a "heavenly bow and bullet moon". The spear in his hand stood on the ground like a curved crossbow, and with a sudden "buzz", the tip of the spear bounced towards Yan Xiaoran from bottom to top.

Yan Xiaoran flipped back in the air, and the sharp sword in his hand was divided into hundreds of millions of sword gangs, like meteors and ice rain shooting towards Tu Junhao.

Tu Junhao's spear stabbed back to defense, turning into countless gun shadows to protect his body. There was a clanging sound, and countless cold stars flashed on the body of the gun, but under the brilliant fireworks, there was a deadly killing intention.

After Tu Junhao blocked Jian Gang, his wrist instantly became strong, the gun walked with him, the long spear waved in the middle and early circles, the large and small circles were unpredictable, and the body of the spear was like a swimming dragon, extremely flexible.

Yan Xiaoran's sharp sword blocking ring touched the spear, and his palms shook and hurt, and even the long sword almost came out of his hand.

Tu Junhao roared: "Spearmanship, Yellow Dragon Returns to the Sea!" The spear was like an arrow off the string, swallowed in an instant, and the force was like thunder and lightning, and it flew out quickly and quickly.

Yan Xiaoran saw a little black light shining at the tip of the spear, and was shocked, and the vitality of his whole body poured into the sword, and he also shouted arrogantly: "Swordsmanship, sword transformation into the sky!" The body of the long sword in his hand gushed out a dazzling light, and it met the tip of the stabbing spear like an afterimage.

"Bang!"

The guns and swords collided, and the vitality infused into it exploded, and the sound waves of powerful qi waves increased layer by layer.

Blood poured from the mouths of the two warring sides, and under the impetus of the qi wave, their bodies could not stop retreating. The defensive formation on the edge of the ring suddenly lit up with a transparent circular shield, and the formation of the air wave sonic impact snapped and shattered!

"Click, click!"

Two crisp cracking sounds sounded, the tip of the spirit weapon spear shattered, and the long sword was even more unbearable, the sword body had been shattered into silver dust, and the hilt of the sword fell from the air, and when it hit the ground, it also became cracked.

"Haha......"

Tu Junhao laughed loudly, pointed at Yan Xiaoran with blood and said: "It's been five years, I'll be better than you in the end, and I should be a big white!"

On the high platform, Xuyang looked at the battle below, and said secretly with his fists clenched: "One day, I will become even stronger than them!"

He looked at Kong Shuai with a solemn face again, "Handsome guy, what kind of force is the Holy Book Academy? Seeing that they are not very old, but they have such strength, what kind of force can cultivate such a genius?"

Xuyang asked most people's thoughts, and the third girl and Wang Yu also looked at Kong Shuai, waiting for his answer.

Kong Shuai exhaled a breath of turbidity and said to a few people: "The Holy Book Academy is the first-class academy in the Holy Land of Zhongzhou, and it is the first academy built by the God Emperor in the early years of the Martial God Calendar. The God Emperor was the first dean of the academy. Later, the God Emperor disappeared for no reason, and the National Teacher acted as the dean of the academy. ”

Xuyang hurriedly asked, "Why did the God Emperor disappear for no reason?"

Kong Shuai glanced at a few people and said in a low voice: "What the national teacher announced is that the God Emperor went to the hidden world to cultivate in order to break through the realm of the God Emperor. As the ministers who were loyal to the God Emperor continued to die, it was rumored that the God Emperor was no longer in the world. You must not speculate about the life or death of the God Emperor, the national teachers are full of spies all over the world, and most of the people who chew the root of their tongues have disappeared for no reason. ”

After hearing this, Xuyang's heart was awe-inspiring, he originally wanted to go to the Golden Holy City and ask around about what happened back then, but now he knew the risk of this.

Xuyang asked in a low voice, "Does the God Emperor have any descendants of the Ancestral Hall?"

Kong Shuai glanced at Xuyang a few times, and said gossipingly: "Brother, why are you asking so much? By the way, your surname is Zhao, you can't be a descendant of the blood of the God Emperor, right?"

Xuyang's heart was beating rapidly, and he hurriedly shook his head without changing his face and said, "Handsome guy, don't talk nonsense, this kind of joke will kill you!"

Kong Shuai realized something, and thought that Xuyang's master was the general of Zhenguo, so it was reasonable to pay more attention to the affairs of the God Emperor.

He said to Xuyang solemnly: "You must not hide your master's name in front of others!"

............

At the Flower Inn in Smoke and Rain City, Feng Teng joined hands with phantom butterflies to enter it.

After more than a month of cultivation, the sword wound suffered by Phantom Butterfly has long been healed, and during her serious injury, Feng Teng took good care of her after running forward.

Feng Teng went to Yanyu Restaurant every day to bring back all kinds of delicacies, and personally fed them to the mouth of the phantom butterfly.

In order to collect all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas full of aura, he sold all his savings.

Phantom Butterfly felt the scorching gaze of the wind and his meticulous care during the most fragile moment of his heart during his serious injury and dying, and slowly fell from the initial touch.

Feng Teng took Phantom Butterfly's hand and said affectionately: "Butterfly, no matter what happens in the future, don't hurt me again, you know it will make me sad and make me think that I will only bring you misfortune." Sorry ......"

Phantom Butterfly smiled sweetly, "The scene at that time was not your fault, I didn't expect that what I was up against was the little boy who was one of the three rookies in Yanyu City, and I lost in his hands, and I don't complain about losing!"

She continued: "My father is going to let me enter the maze fantasy realm, little white face, do you think I should go?"

Feng Teng was accustomed to the nickname she gave herself, and replied sadly: "There are many crises in the Phantom Realm, you better not go!" Besides, the Phantom Realm is full of real and illusory formations, it is difficult to contact the people of the sect, my age has exceeded the entry limit, and forcibly entering will be ruthlessly wiped out by the formation, if you enter, I am very worried about your safety." ”

Phantom Butterfly said unwillingly: "But I am only in the late stage of the Martial Emperor, my cultivation qualifications are limited, and if I miss this time, I will exceed my bone age when I open it again next time!

Feng Teng said anxiously: "If you don't go in, you can still break through to the Supreme Realm, it's a big deal that I will pass on all my cultivation to you to help you advance to the Supreme!"

Phantom Butterfly hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, I'd rather not advance to the Supreme Level, and I wouldn't let you pass on the gong to me, what do you think of my mother!"

Feng Teng came out again after hearing her anger, and hurriedly persuaded: "I didn't mean that, you know, entering the Dao from martial arts is a new heaven, and once you advance to the Supreme, you can prolong your life for a hundred years." The sooner you advance, the slower your qi and blood decay, with my supreme's late stage cultivation, even if I pass on my skills to you, I won't necessarily fall into the realm, I don't want to watch you fade prematurely!"

Phantom Butterfly felt his concern, and a hint of sweetness welled up in her heart, and she secretly made up her mind.

She said happily: "Today is a big day, let's not talk about these bad scenery, in order to celebrate my early recovery, go, go to my room for a drink!"

She couldn't help but take Feng Teng's hand, ordered a few side dishes, went straight to her guest room, and took out a jar of spirit wine from the ring.

Phantom Butterfly Hand Tuo Ling Wine said: "Tomorrow the illusion will be opened, you don't want me to go, let's drink this altar for 100 days, if you win, I will listen to you." Otherwise, don't stop me. How?"

Feng Teng didn't doubt him, and said: "I don't dare to pack tickets for anything else, drink, I haven't served anyone else, a word is a certainty!"

An inexplicable look flashed in Phantom Butterfly's eyes, "A word is a certainty!"

After Phantom Butterfly finished speaking, she poured two large bowls of fragrant spirits, stretched out her hand to make a "please", and then took the wine bowl and drank it all.

Not to be outdone, Feng Teng opened his mouth and inhaled, and the wine in the bowl turned into a water arrow and poured into his throat.

"Good wine!"

Feng Teng tasted it carefully and cheered loudly.

Phantom Butterfly smiled: "That's right, this altar of 100-day drunken wine was stolen from my father and brewed with various spirit grass and spirit fruits. Come again!"

After the phantom butterfly was complacent again, she lifted the bowl and drank it all.

Feng Teng looked at her delicate face like a flower after drinking, and strange feelings surged in his heart. He saw Phantom Butterfly look at him with disgust again, and hurriedly drank the liquor in the bowl.

Phantom Butterfly watched him drink it, he smiled, his mouth full of wine, his red face matched her charming chuckle, and he saw the nameless fire surging in the wind.

Feng Teng stood up unconsciously, slowly came to Phantom Butterfly's side, raised his hand to stroke her delicate face, and whispered with a fascinated look: "Butterfly, do you know? You are the most beautiful in my heart!"

"Since you were fourteen years old, I have secretly liked you, at that time, you were like a wild girl in the eyes of others, but I fell in love with you, and all those who spoke disrespectfully to you have evaporated from the world! You are so holy in my heart, I don't allow anyone to say anything bad about you!"

Feng Teng looked at the fairy who walked out of the painting, a trace of struggle appeared in his eyes, and he bit the tip of his tongue violently, and said, "There is something wrong with this wine!"

Phantom Butterfly stepped forward quickly, and the jade fingers connected to him, stopping his exercises from running. Said: "Fenglang, I'm sorry ......"

Feng Teng only felt that his body was numb, and the true yuan in the dantian fell silent. Gradually, his fair face turned red, his eyes were confused, and his breathing became rapid...... (10,000 words omitted here)