Shen Jiao thought women were so hard to please, and just as she was about to become a proper listener, Shen Yu stopped talking.
"Fine, since you're such a cold-hearted person, saying more is like casting pearls before swine. It's pointless. Come on, let's fight," Shen Yu said, frowning.
The tyrant was inherently cold-hearted, and when he became ruthless, he showed no mercy to even his own family. Before ascending the throne, he had exterminated the entire Ji clan.
Therefore, it is understandable that Shen Jiao became like this, as the saying goes, "One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black."
He chuckled coldly.
She was curious what Shen Jiao would think if she knew that Shen Qingye had overheard these words.
Shen Qingye was awakened by two basins of water, the contents of which he didn't know, splashed on him by the shadow guards. He was soaking wet and reeked of a nauseating stench.
Others disliked him and were unwilling to approach him.
He was in no mood to pay attention to any of this; his mind was completely occupied with thinking about Shen Jiao's answer earlier, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.
When Shen Jiao clung to him, he found it pretentious and disgusting.
But when she so coldly distanced herself from the Marquis of Anbo's mansion, he felt that Shen Jiao was an ingrate.
He wasn't worried about the competition between Shen Jiao and Shen Yu.
Although Shen Yu's behavior was inappropriate, she did it in an attempt to persuade Shen Jiao to go home.
He couldn't bear to blame Yu'er, who was so kind and considerate.
Besides, he's still standing here.
Shen Qingye snorted coldly with utter disdain. He simply didn't believe that Shen Jiao would dare to lay a hand on Shen Yu right in front of him.
...
Shen Jiao not only dared to make a move, but also thought about how to do it.
Judging from Shen Yu's confident tone, he must be a very capable fighter.
She suddenly remembered that Marquis Anbo was a military marquis, so his children must all be skilled in both literature and martial arts.
I used to think that Shenyu was very delicate, but it turns out that you can't judge a book by its cover. She was just being superficial.
Seeing that Shen Yu still didn't take out his weapon and had the composure of a master, Shen Jiao immediately swung his club with all his might.
Shen Yu stood ramrod straight, arrogantly raising her chin: Ha, her movements are quite professional. She's standing right here. She doesn't believe Shen Jiao would dare to hit her!
Shen Qingye remained calm and composed: Ha, all she does is pretend. He'll just watch from here. He doesn't believe Shen Jiao would dare to hit her!
Then, with a "whoosh," Chen Yu flew out.
Shen Jiao: "..."
Chen Yu: "???"
How dare she!
Shen Qingye: "!!!"
How dare she!
Seeing this, Liang Heng, carrying a stretcher, happily went to find a new client.
Shen Jiao narrowed her eyes and sighed inwardly, "Wow, she's become so powerful now."
He actually defeated a master in a single move!
She's almost fallen in love with herself.
Shen Qingye was furious and rolled up his sleeves, ready to confront Shen Jiao.
Unexpectedly, everything went black, and he was covered in a sack again!
It is said that everything is difficult at the beginning. With Shen Yu taking the lead, people gradually came to challenge Shen Jiao, but all of them ended in failure.
The shrimp soldiers and crab generals were eager to try.
The two most popular candidates, Young Master Qingfeng and Yu Wushuang, have yet to make a move.
"Why don't you go, Senior Sister? As long as you pass the test of the young master of the martial arts world, you can compete for the new leader of the martial arts alliance. Isn't that the purpose of your trip?"
The disciples of the Sword Forging Manor were quite puzzled.
For so many years, Yu Wushuang has gotten up earlier than the rooster and gone to bed later than the dog every day, persisting in practicing swordsmanship regardless of raging storms or thunder and lightning.
As the saying goes, "Heaven helps those who help themselves," and through her perseverance and hard work, she has indeed become a leading figure of the new generation.
The reason for participating in this martial arts tournament is naturally to obtain the position of martial arts alliance leader.
Yu Wushuang shook her head and frankly admitted, "I can't beat Miss Chen."
Before witnessing Shen Jiao's strength, she only regarded Young Master Qingfeng as an opponent, and disdained everyone else.
Little did she know, there are always people more capable than herself, and there is always something beyond her understanding; she was simply too arrogant.
"Is she really that amazing?" The disciple stared in disbelief.
Yu Wushuang did not deliberately belittle Shen Jiao because of her strength; on the contrary, she sincerely praised her.
"She's amazing. I'd say even if I worked ten more years, I probably still wouldn't be able to catch up with her."
The disciples of the Sword Forging Manor were stunned.
Yu Wushuang said, "Now, I only ask that Miss Shen not hold a grudge against Mu Yang, so that my Sword Forging Manor can have good weather and abundant harvests in the future."
These words directly treat Shen Jiao as the leader of the martial arts alliance.
Young Master Qingfeng also raised the same question, stating bluntly: "We can't beat them, we don't dare to fight them, and there's no need to."
It's true that we can't beat them.
It's true that they don't dare to fight.
As a junior, if he were to challenge his junior master, he would likely be beaten up by his own master and then have a sack put over his head by the tyrant.
He saw Shen Qingye being covered with a sack just now.
Being a good audience member is also a good thing.
...
Shen Jiao, relying on a baseball bat, became invincible and inexplicably experienced the joy of playing baseball.
One comes, and she knocks.
She knocks on a pair when a pair arrives.
Then, she heard a familiar line.
"Shen Jiao, I challenge you!"
This time it wasn't Chen Yu, but Hu Rourou, whom we hadn't seen for several days.
"How did she get here?"
"Don't ask me, I don't know."
"I don't know either. Wasn't Senior Sister Rou Rou locked up in the dungeon by the Pavilion Master? Who released her?"
The moment they saw Hu Rourou, the Cloud Mist Swordsmen's group erupted in chaos.
Since Elder Qingzhu's incident, Hu Rourou has been imprisoned in the dungeon by the Sword Saint Qinglang.
On the surface it was punishment, but in reality it was saving her. How could a tyrant tolerate her for committing such a grave mistake?
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