Chapter 831: Contest
It was the bastards who took advantage of the fire and robbed, and instead of saving them, they took what little property the family had, and killed her father. At that time, there was also a tragedy of Yi Zi eating her, if Yan Feixue hadn't picked her up, she might have starved to death, died of illness, or even been eaten.
So she hated the people of the court to the core, the Yongwang Mansion was the same, and the court was the same, she didn't expect her dearest senior sister to take refuge in the court and eat the imperial grain.
Yan Feixue said: "Xiaoyu'er, I ......"
Before she finished speaking, Lu Yu's sword had already stabbed him, the soft sword was as thin as a willow leaf, tough as a willow branch, although the core martial arts of Emei were Ming Yu Gong, but Ming Yu Gong was a martial art that only the head of the family could learn, in short, whoever could learn Ming Yu Gong would be one of the successors of the next head of the house.
Therefore, there are many miscellaneous schools in Emei, such as Nangong Li's Taijiquan. is one of them.
Lu Yu's sword stabbed towards Yan Feixue like a spirit snake, flickering left and right, making people unpredictable, and the name of her set of swordsmanship is called the Golden Snake Swordsmanship.
Yan Feixue didn't panic, and she didn't mess up, because she had been a killer for so many years, and her good habit of being calm in case of trouble had been engraved in her head.
She also wanted to see how much her little sister had improved in martial arts.
However, Yan Feixue didn't use her Mingyu skills, after all, with her current strength, it was not a problem to go through ten moves in Zhu Yunchang's hands. Not to mention that she is a little girl.
Yan Feixue smiled: "Okay, Xiaoyu'er, then let Senior Sister try the martial arts." As she spoke, she drew her sword, and her confidant's sword came out of its sheath, and the cold light appeared.
Yan Feixue stood still with her sword, waiting for Lu Yu's sword, and when Lu Yu's sword arrived, Yan Feixue twisted her slender waist and dodged the edge of the sword.
But she couldn't dodge the soft sword, and the thin sword wrapped around her thin waist like a long snake.
Yan Feixue followed the blade of the soft sword, if not, I am afraid that there would be at least one scar on his waist.
Now she is like a fairy dancing in shock, Yan Feixue felt the pressure of Lu Yu, she didn't expect this little girl to improve so much.
However, Yan Feixue really underestimated her, Lu Yu stretched out his left hand and grabbed Yan Feixue's sword-wielding right hand.
Yan Feixue originally wanted to use a trick to return to the lone goose, turn the sword in his hand, and rub Lu Yu's hand away, but it was already too late, this was the golden snake's clinging hand, and it was a special way to block the enemy's grasp.
Yan Feixue's right hand at this time is not said to be a sword, even if it is a difficult thing to move, although the power of this move is not large, but the power of four taels can move a thousand catties, and she can't use it even if she is powerful.
And her sword was firmly locked, as if it was tightly entangled by a giant python, and she could only wait for the python to strangle herself to death, and then swallow it in one gulp.
Yan Feixue said at this time: "Xiao Yu'er has done a good job, there are few juniors who can force me into such a situation." β
Lu Yu firmly entangled her and said, "Senior sister, this trick is specially practiced for you. β
Yan Feixue stopped, and the soft sword wrapped around her waist, while her right hand holding the sword was firmly locked by Lu Yu and couldn't move.
The petals of the flower in this garden were scattered by the internal force of the two of them, and they flew in the air, and fell on their heads, bodies, and ground.
Lu Yu's eyes were already overflowing with tears, and she cried and said: "I practiced this trick in order to capture you back, senior sister, no matter what punishment the head of the family will give you in the future, you are my senior sister." Come back, sister. β
Yan Feixue was stunned for a moment, and then looked up to the sky and smiled. Her laughter was loud, as if she had gone mad.
Naturally, her laughter drew others as well.
But Yan Feixue is not crazy, this hearty laughter contains happiness, and it also contains ridicule.
I am happy that this girl has not forgotten to pick herself up and come back, and the golden snake is better to practice the right hand, and the left hand is cultivated as if it is a left-handed swordsmanship, although I dare not say that it is difficult to climb to the sky, but it takes several times the effort to do it, but I didn't expect this girl to practice.
The ridicule is that this child is still too naΓ―ve, thinking that this is the only way to catch her.
If Yan Feixue used all her strength, then Lu Yu would not be able to make three moves under her hands.
Yan Feixue said softly: "Good boy, if you want to get me back, you have to practice again." β
Lu Yu said: "Senior sister, you have been captured by me now. How can you ......" Lu Yu's expression froze, because she found that she seemed to be sucked by Yan Feixue.
The blade of the rapier was firmly attached to her body, but her hand could not move.
Lu Yu said: "Transferring flowers and connecting jade !!"
Yan Feixue said: "If Senior Sister is captured so easily, I'm afraid I'll have died hundreds of times." β
Yan Feixue's palm lightly hit Lu Yu's body, she had already controlled her strength, neither hurt her, but also bounced her away, although there would be no internal injuries, but the external injuries still had some bruises, red and purple.
Yan Feixue turned lightly, and the soft sword coiled around her waist also loosened and fell to the ground. The petals in the sky were blown up again.
Her confidant returned to the sheath, she opened the umbrella, and the rain of flowers that fell did not fall on her, but on the umbrella.
At this time, there was applause, and it was none other than her master, Miaoyin Zhenren.
It wasn't just her who came, even Nangong Li, Lu Rong, Lu Ying, including several elders of the Miaozi generation, and all the junior sisters who were in Emei at the beginning all arrived here.
Yan Feixue just wanted to call the master, but she remembered her identity, and there are many people here, and the women's mouths are the most unguarded, if the outside world knows that Emei and her still have an unclear relationship, I am afraid it will cause trouble for Emei.
Not only the account of the Kunlun faction, but even some new accounts of her outside the past few years, those people can't deal with Lianhuahui and Zhu Yunchang, so it will be much easier to deal with Emei.
After all, the girls of Emei are not as good as the Mercy Flower Club, not to mention that Emei is a well-known and decent family, if they openly attack Emei on occasions such as martial arts conferences, Miaoyin will also be embarrassed.
After all, sometimes, human words are sharper than knives.
After all, his master thinks very highly of himself, but he doesn't want her to be like this, Nangong Li is very similar to her, everything is based on dignity, reputation, morality and etiquette first.
Yan Feixue sneered: "Pity the flower will be a rose, Yan Feixue will meet the head of Emei, Miaoyin, a real person." β
Hearing Yan Feixue's voice, everyone's hearts felt a trace of coolness. Among them, many people have already denounced Yan Feixue as a white-eyed wolf, after all, Miaoyin has the grace of nurturing and teaching her, not only does she not bow down when she sees her teacher, but she also says it so much.
(End of chapter)