Lade College
In the Ximu Hall
The light cyan figure was as light as a fledgling swallow. The right hand drew the cyan sword from the scabbard, and the wrist gently rotated. The sword danced with the jade-like hand.
The greenish sword light interwove in the air. The sword was like a white snake spitting out its tongue, hissing through the wind, like a swimming dragon shuttling through, moving around the body. The sword rose with a thrust, and a silver light ended.
"Clap! Clap!"
There was the sound of applause behind the woman.
"Chan'er, your application of the Luoyan Sword Technique has almost reached perfection." A handsome man, bathed in the spring breeze, smiled and stared at a girl who was gently dancing with the spiritual sword. The admiration in his eyes was undisguised.
"Why are you here?" The girl gently frowned. She didn't know since when this person had been here watching her practice the sword.
This man was the Crown Prince of the Feng Kingdom, Feng Wuya.
Feng Wuya lowered his head and smiled, "Why can't I be here? The Grand Elder specifically told me to come here more often. By the way, he asked me to check how your practice of the Luoyan Sword Technique is going."
This woman was named Qing Chan. She was the granddaughter of the Grand Elder. The Grand Elder had two daughters. One was the current Hall Master of the Ximu Hall, Qing Shui, and the other was Qing Ling, who was injured by Sen Lei's father. Now, she is still secluded in the back mountain.
Feng Wuya had been practicing with the Grand Elder since childhood. From the first time he saw Qing Chan, he vowed that he must have her! Having her would also gain the support of the Grand Elder.
Now, although he was a disciple of the Grand Elder, his strength was not the highest. The reason why the Grand Elder protected him so much was also because of his daughter. For him, this relationship was not the most solid. But if he became the grandson-in-law of the Grand Elder of Qingfeng.
It would be different!
Then it would be a family.
Such a great opportunity, how could he miss it.
"Can you call me Chan'er?"
As if unwilling to talk more with him, Qing Chan drew her sword and turned to leave.
Feng Wuya got up and directly blocked in front of Qing Chan, spreading his arms and said, "Hey, Senior Sister, why do you get angry so easily and are so cold to your Junior Brother?"
Qing Chan coldly stared at Feng Wuya, who was smiling in front of her, and said indifferently, "You are from the Xuanxiao Hall, and I am from the Ximu Hall. There is no relationship of Senior Sister and Junior Brother. Please don't talk nonsense! Get out of the way!"
As the Senior Sister of the Ximu Hall, how could she not see through Feng Wuya's petty thoughts? Looking at Feng Wuya constantly bothering her was so annoying. She hated hypocritical people the most in her life!
Seeing that Qing Chan didn't give him any face, Feng Wuya's expression gradually turned gloomy.
Alright! Wait! One day, I will make you my captive!
"The Crown Prince of Senluo will enter the hall at the next opening ceremony. If you want to take revenge for your aunt, be there on time!" Feng Wuya laughed loudly and left.
Qing Chan stopped in place, gritted her teeth, "Is he coming? I've been waiting for a long time!"
She wanted to take revenge for her aunt!
Near the Spirit Beast Ridge, more than twenty people were traveling through the thick forest. The journey was very slow. It wasn't because there was a disabled woman in the team, but because of the big curious eyes that were blinking.
Feng Jingsheng had never seen so many charming scenes. In the past, in the palace, apart from the cold palace walls, there were the artificial "false scenes". Day after day, she was aesthetically tired of looking at them.
From time to time, some spirit birds and spirit rats would run onto the carriage. They curiously stared at these outsiders. Because they were walking on the outer area of the Spirit Beast Ridge, there was no need to worry about high-level spirit beasts appearing here.
Of course, unless there was another beast tide. That chance or probability was very small. Because the spirit beasts also adhered to the rule of "If you don't offend me, I won't offend you".
The last beast tide was because of the separatism and wars among the various empires, killing a large number of spirit beasts, making the spirit beasts go crazy.
Feng Jingsheng was holding a spirit rabbit that had jumped into her hands. The little girl's thoughts were overflowing. She held it in her arms and gently stroked it. The spirit rabbit affectionately rubbed against Feng Jingsheng's jade-like hand, narrowed its eyes and enjoyed it. It even made "hum" sounds from time to time.
A guard wearing white armor lifted the curtain of Feng Jingsheng's carriage and respectfully said, "Princess, we have entered the middle of the outer area of the Spirit Beast Ridge. It may still take some time to get out."
Feng Jingsheng held the rabbit and looked at the guard, smiling and said, "You've worked hard. It's such a hot day and you are still wearing armor to escort me."
The guard respectfully said, "This is my duty. There is no hardship. Please don't be polite, Princess. The Emperor will punish me if he hears this."
Feng Jingsheng looked at the respectful guard and sighed. Since she was a child, everyone has been like this to her. This was an important reason why she didn't want to stay in the Feng Kingdom's palace.
She also wanted to see who the Crown Prince of Senluo was, who made her father so angry?
How would he treat her?
The curiosity of a little woman was like this. Thinking about some things inexplicably and insisting on finding out.
Of course, even while playing and walking, Feng Jingsheng still didn't neglect to practice her skills. She also wanted to see on the day of the recruitment of Lade College. She didn't want to be a "vase" that was broken in people's eyes.
Although no one said it in front of her, she could feel that she was a strong-willed person.
There was still a person hidden in the team who was extremely familiar to Sen Lei.
Feng San
At this time, Feng San was wearing a helmet, covering his gloomy face so that no one could recognize him.
When he returned to the Feng Kingdom, he knew that going back was also death. He had caused such a big disaster, and even the princess was going to be handed over as a hostage. It was truly damnable!
But he wasn't willing. He wanted to make merit! When it was time to hand over the princess, he would assassinate the Crown Prince of Senluo. And he was confident!
After the last great battle, he had broken through to the Spirit Sea Realm. The spiritual energy had merged from the limbs into the Dantian and turned into a Spirit Sea. This was a qualitative leap! He didn't believe that with a surprise and fatal strike, he couldn't kill a boy at the eighth level of the Spirit Body!
Even if his cultivation techniques and spiritual skills were strange, how could he make up for the huge gap in strength and realm?
Of course, if the King of the Feng Kingdom, Feng Jun, knew about his plan, he would really grind him to ashes.
Couldn't Feng Jun think of sending a few people at the Spirit Sea Realm to disguise and assassinate? He couldn't!
Even if the Crown Prince of Senluo died now, so what? His Spirit Body was gone. Was there any necessity?
Trigger a great war?
Wouldn't it be a disaster for the people of both countries and disrupt the recruitment of Lade College? What good would it do for him?
Besides, the Crown Prince of his Feng Kingdom had an unlimited future. To kill the Crown Prince of Senluo who had just recovered, making the Grand Elder of Qingfeng think that the Feng Kingdom was getting more and more aggressive, would there be a good outcome? How could he be so stupid.
Of course, Feng Jun didn't know any of these things now.
He just wanted peace now and waited for the grand competition and recruitment of Lade College.
Dealing with the Crown Prince of Senluo could be considered slowly in the college. There was no need to rush for the moment. His Crown Prince was about to step into the Dao Realm. Why could the Crown Prince of Senluo be so presumptuous?
In the future, when he steps into the Upper Realm, your Senluo Kingdom will come and beg me.
Why am I in a hurry now! A small intolerance can lead to big trouble!
Of course, what Feng Jun thought, Feng San would never understand.
The thoughts of the two were completely opposite.