"Palace...Palace Master?" Helan's voice was a little stammering. Could it be that she wanted to go back on her word?

Hearing Helan's voice, the woman seemed to wake up. Her long and curled eyelashes trembled, lazily sweeping across Helan's face, and then fell on Yue Nanchen's face.

Yue Nanchen! His eyes flickered slightly, and Shui Yao snorted in her heart. Wasn't this man avoiding her?

Meeting Shui Yao's eyes, as if they had a telepathic connection, Yue Nanchen instinctively raised his hand and touched the mask on his face, his eyes smiling even more tenderly.

Laugh? Laughing is useless. This lady never does business at a loss! Shui Yao snorted coldly and cast her eyes again towards the leader of the Jinwu Sect who had not yet had time to sit down.

It's not Ling Shuiyan? Shuiyao's eyes darkened. She was sure that this woman had not disguised herself. Was she overthinking? But if it wasn't Ling Shuiyan, why did they capture Yue Nanxuan?

Shui Yao stared at the woman in silence, but everyone looking at these two world-renowned women had already made comparisons in their hearts.

Shui Yao just leaned lazily on the couch, revealing only a pair of eyes. The invisible aura had already overwhelmed all the seductive postures deliberately created by the leader of the Jinwu Sect.

The leader of the Jinwu Sect seemed to have noticed it. She frowned unhappily and was about to sit down when she heard the woman's faint smile. The sound of her smile was like a silver bell, but it revealed a

A charm that makes people's hearts flutter.

"I'm sorry, Master Jinwu, I'm not used to that cold, hard chair. I wonder if you could make room for me to put down my bed!"

The woman's words sounded like a negotiation, but they concealed an unquestionable toughness; they sounded like seduction, but they revealed a sense of nobleness, arrogance, and incomparable arrogance.

The leader of the Jinwu Sect was so angry that her face turned red. Her momentum had already been suppressed by Shui Yao, and now she was asked to give up her position...

"Palace Master!" Suddenly, a man's voice sounded. It was Yue Nanchen.

"I have long heard of the great name of the Palace Master of Wuxing Palace. Today I see that he is truly extraordinary. If the Palace Master does not mind, I can give up my seat and combine it with the Palace Master's seat. It will be just the right place to put the Palace Master's golden couch. How do you think?"

Yue Nanchen stood up and smiled faintly. The coldness in his voice when he answered the leader of the Jinwu Sect just now was no longer in his voice. Instead, it was calm, a calmness that only he knew, a calmness that suppressed so much excitement and longing.

"Okay!" Shui Yao raised her eyebrows and agreed lazily.

Yue Nanchen immediately pushed back, and Qianhun behind him took the chair away. Qianhun smiled and said to Holland, "Master He, I'm sorry, please move aside. There is no other way. A beautiful lady is a good match for a gentleman.

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Without waiting for Helan's consent, Qianhun immediately moved the chair to a seat close to the leader of the Jinwu Sect.

Shui Yao waved her hand lazily, and the four masked palace maids immediately floated over and put down the golden couch steadily.

"If you don't mind, how about you serve as my bed? I can't let you stand, can I?" Shui Yao raised her face lazily and said softly.

Yue Nanchen was just looking forward to it, a gleam of light flashed in his dark eyes, but he still pretended to clasp his fists, "Thank you for the invitation, Palace Master. I will obey your command!"

Yue Nanchen strode forward, sat at the end of the couch, and unable to suppress his excitement, he secretly pinched Shui Yao's jade-white and delicate toes with one hand.

Her eyes darkened, and Shui Yao sneered. Does this man still have her in his heart? She will let him know in a while. This is the price he should pay for leaving secretly and acting on his own initiative!

But when the cold toes touched the warm big hand, Shui Yao's anger had long disappeared, and she was just a little unreasonable.

When everyone saw the two people's eyes intertwined, talking and laughing, interacting with each other, the men sitting in a row suddenly felt regretful. If they had known this would happen, they should have stood up and given up their seats so that they could sit on the golden couch and talk to the beautiful palace master from the bottom of their hearts!

It took Helan a long time to react.

After a lot of trouble, he saw that the auspicious time for the martial arts conference had long passed, so he had to hastily announce the start of the martial arts conference. After an impassioned speech, the competition officially began.

Usually, the first people to go up at a martial arts conference are unknown juniors. The more powerful the martial arts skills are, the last they appear. So at the beginning everyone just makes a fuss, watches casually, and waits for the main event to appear.

Although Shui Yao and Yue Nanchen seemed to be watching the two people fighting to the death on the stage, in fact, their hands and feet had already been entangled and difficult to separate. There were only two people left between heaven and earth...

Helan looked at the stage, occasionally stealing a glance at the man next to him, but he didn't dare to look at him for too long, and his eyes quickly looked away as soon as they met.

After the excitement, Shui Yao gradually calmed down. She frowned. She didn't know why, but she always felt that there was a sharp gaze staring at her. When she thought of the purple shadow that flashed by yesterday, Shui Yao felt a little uneasy.

Half an hour later, the major sects had almost been ranked. Wulin Baixiaosheng was writing furiously, and he believed that a new ranking of sects and weapons would be out soon.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Helan winked at He Ting, and He Ting immediately jumped onto the arena, pretending to be cool and unrestrained, clasped his fists and said loudly to everyone, "I am He Ting, and I am honored to meet you!" Then, he

He apologized to the Hengshan Sect disciple on the stage, "Brother, He Ting wants to ask for your advice!"

The Hengshan sect disciple was also apologetic, and the two of them soon engaged in a fight, and naturally He Ting won.

Next, He Ting defeated more than a dozen people in succession. He Lan was overjoyed and nodded continuously, and the competition afterwards gradually became fiercer.

Yue Nanchen knew the time had come and quickly gave Qian Hun a wink. Qian Hun nodded and moved, his silver Confucian robe swaying, and he rushed onto the arena holding a paper fan.

"Mr. He, I am Zimo from Feilong Hall and would like to seek advice!" Qian Hun bowed sourly and opened the paper fan with a snap.

He Ting looked at Qian Hun coldly. He saw that Qian Hun had handsome features, a calm and peaceful expression, a gentle and refined air all over his body, and a smile on his face. He looked like a gentle and docile man.

He seemed like a scholar who was well-read in poetry and books, so he felt a little relieved. However, when he heard that he was from Feilong Hall, he did not dare to be careless. He held the sword across his chest and made some moves.

The man who was so powerful on the stage just now immediately became a soft persimmon under Qianhun's fan. He was defeated in less than twenty moves and went down in disgrace.

Helan was startled, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he instinctively looked at the man next to him again.

The man remained calm and just looked at the stage quietly.