"That depends on it."
Yan Huailiu stroked Baldy's head and said, "We must respect Baldy's choice."
He has always been an open-minded parent.
Gu Xingyun held his wrist and rubbed it continuously, insisting on continuing to act coquettishly.
"But I just want to be alone with Master."
Tu Tu tilted his head to look at him, and deliberately went over to rub Gu Xingyun's hand on the table.
Gu Xingyun stretched out a finger and pushed it away, unwilling to pretend any longer: "Don't touch me, only Master can touch me."
Baldy didn't quite understand what was said, but he could feel that he was being disliked, and instantly became angry.
She knew better than anyone else how to piss Gu Xingyun off to death - she would just nestle in Yan Huailiu's arms, enjoying his caress and feeding, and would never move.
Yan Huailiu just thought it was funny and patted Tutu lightly: "Stop it."
The performance below had already ended, but the crowd showed no intention of dispersing and continued to greet and chat with each other.
They obviously disliked each other before coming to Yuxu Sect, but now they are as good as brothers. From time to time, they would form a group to talk to Yan Huailiu and try to get closer to him.
Yan Huailiu responded one by one with good temper.
As the sky grew darker, the banquet was almost coming to an end.
Palace Master Murong was pushed and threatened by several people to the middle of the venue, and he had to bite the bullet and help his group of "customers" pass on the message.
"I heard that Sect Master Yan has been in seclusion for a year. Everyone is very concerned about your current situation. I wonder if I can have the honor of receiving Sect Master Yan's guidance today."
Yan Huailiu looked at him: "Give you some advice?"
Was he drunk or was Palace Master Murong drunk?
Suddenly feeling so depressed?
He remembered that Palace Master Murong's sword was almost rusted and it was difficult to pull it out.
"No, no, no, of course not. I have never advocated fighting and killing... ahem, with them."
Palace Master Murong turned sideways and pointed at the group of people behind him.
A prominent figure immediately stood up and clasped his fists: "How dare we ask Sect Master Yan for advice? We just want to be like Sect Master Yan. We want to know how many more years of hard work we need to put in to catch up with Sect Master Yan."
"Yes, yes. I just want to know the gap between us and Sect Master Yan. Would you mind moving a little? You can even sit down."
Palace Master Murong turned around suddenly to look at the two people who were talking, and his back teeth were almost broken.
Very good, let’s compete with him in the art of language, right?
You two are finished!
Both of your sects are finished!
Faced with the expectant eyes of the crowd, Yan Huailiu felt too embarrassed to refuse.
After all, he had been rejected once before at the competition venue.
Wen Yue appeared silently in his hand. He sat there without moving: "Who goes first?"
The momentum reached its peak at this moment.
The invisible pressure made those who were stirring up trouble cower on the spot.
A weak reply came from the corner: "We are definitely no match for Sect Master Yan. I heard that your beloved disciple's cultivation has skyrocketed. Why don't you two take the trouble to have a sparring match?"
I couldn't tell whose voice it was, but it was obvious that it had everyone's support.
Gu Xingyun, who was concentrating on studying the tiny patterns on Yan Huailiu's clothes, was suddenly confused.
Ling Xinghua and his group below the stage, including Baili Changhuan who had just walked in, subconsciously wanted to help refuse.
Before he could open his mouth, he saw Yan Huailiu reaching out to Gu Xingyun: "Come, teach them a lesson."
Everyone:?
A little crazy?
Could you please be more tactful in your words?
Gu Xingyun looked up at him, his Adam's apple rolling. After a moment, he put his hand on him and stood up with the help of Yan Huailiu.
He was dragged to the center of the hall.
In front of a group of people, Yan Huailiu naturally took out a mask and put it on his face, completely covering his expression.
Some of those who tried to admire his appearance sighed in regret.
"Show me how much you've improved."
Yan Huailiu said with a smile, and just as he raised the Moon Sword, he quickly put it down.
He gently patted the hilt of the Wen Yue Sword, then put the sword away. The spiritual power in his hand circulated, and a golden chain slowly appeared.
When he looked up again, he smiled gently at Gu Xingyun: "I'll use this."
Gu Xingyun looked at him with complicated eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
Amid the crowd's cheers, the two men started fighting.
Gu Xingyun was obviously holding back, not only him, but also the Moon-Chasing Sword.
Every time when Zhuiyue was about to meet Yan Huailiu, she would deliberately move to the side.
The two men fought very quickly, and this slight difference was difficult for bystanders to notice.
Everyone only saw Yan Huailiu's chain hitting Gu Xingyun from time to time. After a few minutes, the smile on Gu's face suddenly increased a lot.
"This... Although Nephew Gu is very powerful, he is still no match for Sect Master Yan."
"I don't think so. He probably doesn't dare to attack, right? His fighting style is much more ferocious than Sect Master Yan's."
"Right, right, right. You wouldn't normally notice it, but when you compare Sect Master Yan's fighting style to his apprentice's, it seems too tame."
Palace Master Murong, who was in a bad mood after being backstabbed by a group of people, snorted coldly: "What do you know? Do you really think that we are just showing off our skills to you? Isn't this obviously flirting?"
One sentence instantly changed the minds of the people watching the show.
After looking at it for a long time, he just uttered: "If that's the case, this fighting style is very fierce."
Who would be spanked so harshly for flirting?
Ah, Gu Xingyun’s arm was beaten red!
Inside the field, the moment the chain in Yan Huailiu's hand was wrapped around Gu Xingyun's neck, he immediately retracted his strength.
But at this moment, Gu Xingyun held the chain and smiled brightly at him.
Yan Huailiu was a little annoyed: "Do you know how to fight? And is your sword still usable?"
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