"Master promises that from now on I will protect you with my life."
"I will only accept you as my disciple in this life."
"How come Yue'er is so old and still likes to act like a spoiled child?"
"Yue'er, come here."
"That's fake! I don't believe it! Master...will never...abandon me!"
Hua Yanyue shouted loudly, and a strong belief burst out in her heart, and her eyes became firm.
The illusion that was created collapsed like a mirror, shattered into pieces and disappeared.
When he came back to his senses, Shen Yushu had already drawn the sword in his hand. The strong and fierce sword intent hit him, making his dazed consciousness instantly clear.
The hand holding Zang Qing was dripping with blood, which gathered into a ball.
"Hold it!"
The leaders of the various sects on the stage couldn't help but stand up, their eyes filled with surprise.
"He actually held on. Immortal Qinglian drew his sword!"
The disciples below the stage began to exclaim, looking at him with eyes full of admiration.
"Flower Banquet Moon!"
"Flower Banquet Moon!"
"Flower Banquet Moon!"
Cheers came from the audience one after another.
"Congratulations, you win." Shen Yushu chuckled and looked at him.
Hua Yanyue was stunned for a moment, turned her head blankly to look at the people on the stage, and then looked at the cheering disciples below.
He slowly raised his lips, and that charming smile dazzled countless people today.
He stared at the person in front of him and couldn't help but run up and hug her.
He only spoke softly, his words revealing his unconcealed excitement, "Master, I won."
From now on, I can finally be worthy of your name.
"Yue'er is great." Shen Yushu said with a gentle smile in his eyes.
This is the kid I raised, and it's awesome.
From today on, Yue'er will become famous all over the world.
Less than a day after the sect competition ended, Hua Yanyue's name became known throughout all the immortal sects.
In the past hundred years, he is the only disciple who can withstand the sword intent of the Immortal Qinglian.
He is also the direct disciple of Immortal Qinglian.
He is the most powerful young genius in the world of cultivation today.
The disciples of the First Sect below the stage also raised their proud smiles and cheered and applauded Hua Yanyue.
Wen Du, who had been sitting high up in the room without saying a word, now had a hint of admiration in his eyes.
When Yi Rong saw this, there was a hint of surprise in her eyes.
The heads of the various sects and the elders sitting below were also filled with amazement.
However, compared with the lively scene in the first place at this time, the other place seemed particularly depressing and dull.
"Yuan Shuo! Do you really deny our past relationship? Do you deny me as your mother?"
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