This year, Lin Yuhao participated in the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament on the recommendation of the Ancient Martial Arts Association. Naturally, he couldn't help but expose the conspiracy from back then, defeat Qingyun's father, Qing Haolin, and take Lin's mother away. He also won the championship of the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament, drawing praise from everyone in the ancient martial arts world.
However, Qing Haolin died because of the energy secretly injected by Lin Yuhao. Today, when Qing Yun came to his door, Lin Yuhao secretly destroyed her dantian and threw her on the mountain to wait for death.
No matter how many times she goes around in circles, Qingyun always ends up opposing the "protagonist".
"Shut up if you want to live!" Qingyun threw the original owner's memories to the back of her mind; avoiding the Heavenly Dao's inspection was the most important thing.
"Oh?" Nie Chenyuan looked at the hand that was fixed on his belt buckle with a smile in his eyes.
Although he seemed carefree and irresponsible, he was constantly assessing the danger level of Qingyun. Although he did look like a young man who had just come of age, with extremely immature features, his agile skills suggested that he should not be underestimated.
Should we give Lin Yuhao a heads-up, since they have some connection?
Qingyun paused for only a second before unbuckling Nie Chenyuan's belt, grabbing his collar, and the two of them fell onto the sofa together.
Nie Chenyuan was extremely tall, completely covering the petite Qingyun.
Nie Chenyuan looked at the bloodstains on Qingyun's body in surprise: "She was injured like this?"
He glanced down at the school badge on Qingyun's school uniform and raised an eyebrow: "Xuancheng Middle School? You guys got into a fight and the school doesn't care?"
Qingyun had no interest in paying attention to him. He was currently frantically searching his mind for the original owner's memories and information about this world, trying to find something to increase the probability that Lin Yuhao would ignore him.
It's good that he escaped this time. Heaven won't possess the protagonist forever. Right now, he's probably just checking around in different worlds because he suspects he's dead.
With her physical body in the way, Qingyun could easily evade the Heavenly Dao's hasty inspection with a little disguise. However, seeing that the original body was still alive, Lin Yuhao would definitely be surprised, and the Heavenly Dao attached to Lin Yuhao would also be affected, examining him more closely.
Therefore, as long as we avoid Lin Yuhao, we can avoid the will of Heaven.
Her gaze shifted to the coffee table, where she saw the perfume bottles reserved for guests. Qingyun's eyes narrowed, and she reached out and smashed the perfume bottles on the ground.
A rich fragrance immediately filled the air, masking the bloody smell on Qingyun's body.
After doing all this, Qingyun completely huddled on the sofa, her cold eyes fixed on Nie Chenyuan, silently conveying a threat.
At the same time, his slightly cool fingers slipped under the hem of Nie Chenyuan's shirt.
Nie Chenyuan's back muscles twitched twice from the movement. He lowered his eyes and was about to make a joke when he noticed that Qingyun's finger was pressing on his fifth thoracic vertebra.
If Qingyun were to strike that spot with such force, he would be crippled even if he didn't die.
Nie Chenyuan completely suppressed his smile and looked deeply into Qingyun's eyes.
Those eyes were as pure as a clear spring, yet they held a hidden madness. Nie Chenyuan knew that this was not just a threat, but a resolute determination to perish together with his opponent.
"What? Is what Qingyun said true?" Another discussion broke out in the audience. "Wasn't the 'Amazing Step' created by Mr. Lin?"
"Qingyun must be talking nonsense. This 'Amazing Step' is something we've watched Mr. Lin gradually evolve in match after match!"
"As for your family, it's just a second-rate aristocratic family. What good martial arts skills do you have?"
"Watch closely, this is the Qing family's Flying Snow Step, not your attention-grabbing 'Surprising Step'." Qing Yun said coldly, her figure suddenly becoming ethereal, silently following behind Lin Yuhao like snowflakes falling in the night sky.
Lin Yuhao's pupils shrank, his heart filled with disbelief. It was true that his Jinghong Step came from the Qing family's Flying Snow Step. The Flying Snow Step was the essence of the Qing family's martial arts. Qing Haolin couldn't even achieve the minor Chengdu step back then. How did Qing Yun, this good-for-nothing, manage to do it?
Qingyun's every step seemed to follow some mysterious trajectory, unexpectedly blocking Lin Yuhao's path each time. His movements were sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and he almost disappeared from the arena, causing everyone to widen their eyes and follow his figure, but they couldn't even catch a glimpse of the hem of his clothes.
Qingyun was a martial arts genius. He could master the martial arts techniques of this small world at a glance. Although the Flying Snow Step was exquisite, it was not difficult for him.
Nie Chenyuan stood in the Nie family's private room, pulled back the curtain, and looked at Qingyun openly, his eyes filled with infatuation.
"These... these two movement techniques seem to really come from the same source, and Qingyun's is obviously..." One person stopped mid-sentence, but the onlookers all knew that Qingyun's was obviously more authentic and clearly superior, full of beauty yet containing hidden killing intent, which was extremely strange.
"Good!" Suddenly, a deep, aged voice filled with admiration rang out, its powerful energy resonating throughout the entire venue.
Upon recognizing the man, Zhang Jingguo's expression immediately changed to one of surprise: "Old He!"
Ignoring the obstruction of those around him, Old He followed Gu Lang, circling around the outer edge of the arena: "Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful! Every step is like a snowflake falling, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, leaving no trace, killing without a trace like a ghost!"
"No!" His expression turned serious, then he became completely absorbed, bending over to watch Qingyun's landing trajectory without any regard for his image. However, he seemed to be struggling greatly, losing track of her several times. "This...this trajectory..."
The more Old He looked, the more alarmed he became, and he couldn't help but take a deep look at Qingyun.
"Who is this guy? He's so annoying, circling around like that!" someone in the audience shouted impatiently. The slovenly old man circling the ring was seriously affecting their enjoyment of the match. At that moment, they didn't realize that their attention was completely drawn to Qingyun's movement technique.
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