Want to give it a try?
A sense of belligerence also rose in Xiao Feng's heart.
What are the differences between myself and my senior brother Yueyang?
Let's give it a try!
In a flash, Xiao Feng drew the Flowing Light Sword from his waist. After all, he knew Yue Yang's abilities well. In addition to being able to store spiritual energy, he had cultivated in the sect for many years and naturally had a strong foundation.
We must be serious!
"Fiery Palm!"
"Tidal Strike!"
When water and fire meet, the water should theoretically extinguish the flames, but in fact, the extremely hot flames evaporated Xiao Feng's tide.
So strong!
As expected of my senior!
Then I won't stand on ceremony!
"Flowing Light Sword Technique!"
In an instant, a sky full of starlight appeared, but upon closer inspection, it was not starlight at all, but a sword gleaming with strange colors.
The tips of the swords converge at one point!
"Junior brother, please show mercy!"
Yue Yang yelled, cold sweat rising up his back. He realized this when Xiao Feng used this move.
I lost!
Why did I lose?
Another blow!
He's terrible at picking up girls!
They lack the ability!
My life is ruined!
Xiao Feng withdrew his sword formation, pretending not to know the identity of the man in black, and rushed forward, binding Yue Yang's arm behind his back.
"Trying to ambush me? Come with me to see the sect leader!"
"No, junior brother, it's me!"
Yue Yang complained with a frustrated expression, and only then did Xiao Feng tear off his mask.
"Senior brother, why did you launch a sneak attack?"
Seeing Xiao Feng's knowing look, Yue Yang felt a surge of annoyance and couldn't help but recount his experience.
"You dare ask me? Are you interested in my senior sister?! Tell me now!"
Was everything I did before just a joke?
this...
Were you found out?
I'm really just messing with you!
But I only got to smell the fragrance of perfume with my senior sister... and incidentally repay a debt of gratitude!
Xiao Feng muttered to himself, and after a moment, he released his hand and spoke with a smile in his eyes.
"Senior brother, why would you say that?"
Yueyang was a little jealous and blurted out everything he had seen recently: Xiao Feng and Zhao Yuwei were so intimate, they were practically like Daoist couples.
Why isn't Yueyang jealous?
Looking at his chubby senior brother's aggrieved expression, Xiao Feng felt a pang of sympathy for him for some reason.
Furthermore, Yueyang has indeed treated me very well, so if that's the case...
I don't even need to smell the fragrance!
"Senior brother, you've misunderstood. I just got out of prison and haven't seen senior sister in a long time, so we chatted for a bit!"
"And they were all talking about the big competition!"
A grand competition?
"A sect competition?"
Yueyang probed, "You don't mean you're going to participate too?"
Xiao Feng gasped. What did those words mean?
You look down on me?
I won't even mention that you look down on me!
Seeing the obvious change in Xiao Feng's emotions, Yue Yang realized he had said the wrong thing and quickly slapped his mouth twice.
"No, no, no, junior brother, you've misunderstood. What I mean is, why would we participate in that stuff?"
Xiao Feng frowned. So Yue Yang didn't want to participate.
etc!
Sect Grand Competition!
Once every few years! Generous rewards!
Why isn't Yueyang, one of the four disciples, participating?
What's the logic behind this?
"Senior brother, you're not lying to me, are you?"
Yueyang, however, adopted the demeanor of a leisurely old man, leaning against a large tree and raising his chin.
However, those fat thighs were somewhat comical.
"Senior brother no longer cares about worldly affairs, and as for the sect competition, it's unnecessary for him!"
Xiao Feng remained noncommittal.
Yueyang then vaguely remembered his purpose, and after thinking about Xiao Feng's explanation, he felt a sudden sense of loss.
The few words his beloved exchanged with that junior brother were more than he had ever spoken with Zhao Yuwei in his entire life.
well!
Does this mean I have no hope in this life?
"Senior brother, don't be discouraged. I can always put in a good word for you again, right?"
These words were like a lifeline, and Yueyang, now deeply mired in trouble, was naturally unwilling to let them go.
"Junior brother, you can't lie to me! Senior brother has almost emptied his pockets for you!"
Just like a drowning person clinging desperately to the last straw, Yueyang's hand almost locked Xiao Feng up.
"Don't worry, senior brother, we're on the same page!"
After saying that, Xiao Feng forcefully broke free and quickly headed towards the mountain peak.
That was Zhao Yuwei's training ground!
As soon as he landed, Xiao Feng felt the icy coldness from head to toe.
Top-grade Ice Spirit Root?
Well lived up to its reputation!
With each breath, puffs of white mist wafted past his nose, and Xiao Feng couldn't help but tighten his Taoist robe.
"Senior Sister?"
Upon hearing that familiar voice, Zhao Yuwei immediately snapped out of her meditative state and quickly sheathed her sword.
"Junior Brother? What brings you here?"
Xiao Feng smiled and quickly moved closer.
Senior sister is still the same senior sister!
They're still just as good to me!
"It's nothing, just some cultivation-related issues I wanted to discuss with my senior sister..."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuwei was even happier. She had figured it out these past few days, which explained why her master disliked Xiao Feng.
It might be because Xiao Feng didn't focus on cultivation. Now that Xiao Feng is putting more effort into cultivation, his master will likely recognize him as a disciple in the future.
"Tell me about it!"
Xiao Feng fabricated a story about cultivation, and Zhao Yuwei patiently explained it to him. Xiao Feng then naturally thanked her.
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Sister. You are much better than Senior Brother Yueyang. I asked him, and he didn't know the answer!"
Upon hearing the name Yueyang, Zhao Yuwei's eyes dimmed instantly.
The feeling of flies constantly buzzing in my ears echoed in my mind again.
Why bring him up?
Xiao Feng swallowed hard; it was the first time he had ever seen such an expression of disgust on Zhao Yuwei's face.
Could it be that I pushed too hard before?
It’s over!
This is going to be difficult to handle!
"Senior sister, actually Senior Brother Yueyang is quite good too. He just has a slight stutter, but his strength is still very strong!"
"If only he were willing to patiently cultivate..."
Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Yuwei interrupted her with annoyance.
"Alright, let's stop talking about him. Are there any other cultivation-related questions?"
Good heavens!
They won't even let you mention their names!
Xiao Feng swallowed again.
"Senior sister, actually, Senior Brother Yueyang likes..."
"I know!"
"And what about Senior Sister? Does she like Senior Brother?"
Zhao Yuwei rolled her eyes, a warning smile on her face.
What do you think?
Xiao Feng felt a chill on his neck and couldn't help but shrink further into his robes.
"Senior sister, actually, Senior Brother Yueyang is good in every way, except for his stutter. But after spending more time with him, you don't really notice it anymore..."
Zhao Yuwei finally understood what Xiao Feng meant. It turned out that Xiao Feng was using the pretense of asking about cultivation as a pretext to act as a matchmaker.
"Junior brother, when did you start liking this kind of matchmaking work?"
"Stop talking! Or get down the mountain!"
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