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The tripod was too heavy, so he went to pick it up with both hands. Meng Fuyao breathed a sigh of relief and was about to climb up.

"boom!"

A dazzling red light lit up like a brocade of blood, instantly surrounding Meng Fuyao's whole body, with all his feet empty, rocks flying and falling, and finally the foothold completely collapsed.

"ah!"

The fat man who had just freed up his hand to pick up Meng Fuyao's arms was free.

"Boss!"

The fat man even tore his voice.

A strange strange sound rang out, like a piano, flute, phoenix, and dragon roar. Meng Fuyao's voice was vaguely heard in the sound, and he struggled to say something.

"Brother! Don't forget to report and postpone me as a martyr..."

The beauty gave me a gold knife, but I hope I can repay the heroic Qiong Yao.

“The third one.”

Meng Fuyao stepped on the chest of the man under him, supported his elbows to his knees, leaned slightly, and looked at the objects in his palm with interest in the sunshine shining between the green branches and leaves in the dense forest.

It was a black hexagonal talisman-shaped object with a simple pattern and a texture that was neither gold nor jade. The edge at the lower right was slightly larger than the other edges and corners. It was polished especially sharply, like a black green fang, shining in the sunlight.

Meng Fuyao's fingers gently stroked the protruding edges and corners, revealing a hint of unrecognizable smile, throwing the black talisman in his palm and whistling.

Her chin raised up, drew a stream of curves in the golden sunlight, extending out the lines that were so delicate that it was just right. On her white forehead, two very elegant eyebrows were stretched and stretched, making the black and angry eyes under her eyebrows look so bright that they could not be restrained unscrupulously, like the sharp blade waiting for the name sword to come out.

"Hey, the passive talisman of the Tiansha Dynasty! Good luck!"

Meng Fuyao clapped his hands and stuffed the black talisman into his arms casually. When he stuffed it in, it made a vague slight crisp sound of gold and jade fighting. There were already two similar talismans, but the shapes were slightly different, representing different countries.

Meng Fuyao listened carefully to the sound of the attack and smiled.

Once you have collected all the talismans in the seven countries in the world, you can...

"Fuyao!"

Behind him, footsteps of someone walking through flowers and leaves came. Meng Fuyao narrowed his eyes, brushed his fingers and pointed the acupoints under him, and kicked into the bushes in front of him.

Then she stood up straight and looked back. When she saw the visitor, her smile spread on the corners of her lips, her eyes were bright, with a bit of joy and concern that she couldn't help but express.

"Shocking."

The young man in green who walked over was handsome and upright, with a bright complexion and a good temperament. He could tell that his family background was superior, especially a smile on the corner of his mouth, which was warm and friendly, making people feel like spring breeze.

The best disciple of Xuantian Sword Sect, Prince Guijie from Yanjing family, and Yan Jingchen, the most admired by female disciples in the Sword Sect.

"You are playing in the back mountain again," Yan Jingchen stood three feet away beside Meng Fuyao, with a gentle and blameful smile on his lips, "If you don't practice well, tomorrow's martial arts competition will be the last. Is it good to be scolded?"

Meng Fuyao smiled indifferently, casually slid his hair, "It's okay, you lose and lose, you'll get used to it."

She casually repeated the common answers between the two, not paying attention to the contradiction and hesitation in Yan Jingchen's eyes today, nor did she notice that Yan Jingchen's expression slightly darkened after hearing this answer.

"Fuyao," Yan Jingchen stared at her for a while, and finally couldn't help but take a step forward and whispered, "Can you put in more effort to learn martial arts? Our five continents are the most important. A person who has never made any progress in learning martial arts will have difficulty walking around the world in the future and is coldly attracted by people everywhere. Have you... never thought about improving your current situation?"

After a pause, he continued, "Even if it's just for me?"

Even if it's just for me.

Meng Fuyao's heart moved and looked up into Yan Jingchen's eyes. The hesitation, anxiety, and faint pain in his eyes made her feel a little painful. She remembered that recently, Jingchen's disappointed eyes seemed to be becoming more and more common.

Meng Fuyao opened his mouth and almost instantly wanted to tell the secret that he had hidden in his heart.

I want to tell him that I am not unable to learn martial arts well at all; I want to tell him that the reason I refuse to practice Xuanyuan internal skills is because of conflict with our "Breaking Jiuxiao" technique. I also want to tell him that as long as I give you some more time, one day I will make you proudly smile for me, rather than like now, because I am ridiculed and humiliated, and you will also be damaged in embarrassment and embarrassment.

Just...can't.

Before leaving, the master's advice was still in his ears, "You can never reveal your original martial arts in any sect."

She made a great oath, and she could not violate it.

Jingchen is loyal to his master and obsessed with martial arts. If she tells him the truth, then the leader of Xuanyuan Sect will know sooner or later.

Meng Fuyao took a deep breath and raised her dense eyelashes. Her eyes were clear and clean, shining into Yan Jingchen's eyes that were slightly disappointed because of the long wait.

"Jingchen, I have tried my best..."

Yan Jingchen looked at her calmly, and after a long time, he slowly let out a long breath. When he heard this answer, the tension and disappointment in his eyes suddenly faded away, and a kind of helplessness that had settled.

He suddenly changed the subject.

"A year later, the 'Zhenwu' conference was held in Pandu, Tiansha Capital, gathered aristocratic warriors from the seven countries to take the exam for martial arts skills, military tactics, strategies, and battle for the top seven in the world. Those who win can take charge of the great power of each ** martial arts. Master said that the Xuanyuan Sword Sect will be represented by my junior sister Pei Yuan. Tomorrow I will rush back to the family to prepare for the war."

When he said this, he spoke in a faint tone. The sunset outside the distant mountains behind him cast light yellow spots from the tip of the leaves. Yan Jingchen, who was standing in the backlight, made him look mottled and distant, with a blurry expression.

Meng Fuyao was shocked and said with a smile, "You are the most outstanding pair of disciples in the Sword Sect. The Taiyuan Lord has given you the title of "Zhubi Double Swords". If Xuanyuan Sword Sect doesn't send you, who else can you send?"

Yan Jingchen looked at her deeply, and his tone sounded a bit strange, "Fuyao, I actually hope that the title of Zhubi Double Sword refers to me and you."

Meng Fuyao laughed even harder.

Why doesn’t she want? No matter how generous a woman is, she will not want the person she likes to be called together with other women, and everyone thinks that a talented woman is a perfect match.

The sunset was setting quickly, and the sky was still dark purple and bright red. In the blink of an eye, there was only a thin layer of red. Through the deep green leaves, Yan Jingchen, who had not been approaching three feet away, had a little blurred.

Meng Fuyao suddenly felt an inexplicable panic in his heart, and his pulse was loose and tight. The strong uneasiness made her suddenly feel that some words must be said now, not to say them... Maybe there will be no chance again.

"Jingchen, I want to tell you..."

"Fuyao, I want to tell you." Yan Jingchen suddenly cut off her words. He spoke very quickly, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to say it again if he was slower. "The family sent me a letter and had already asked me for a marriage to the Pei family. The Pei family received a betrothal gift. After the Zhenwu Conference, I... would marry Pei Yuan."

Meng Fuyao was about to wait for the words to say that he suddenly fell into the throat.

She raised her eyes and looked at Yan Jingchen steadily, but Yan Jingchen did not look at her. She stared at a half-dead flower in front of her, and said quickly.

"Fuyao, your situation, the family will not allow me... Be with you, the Pei family is a royal family, and even my family is one level behind. There is no hope for this marriage proposal. I heard that A Yuan personally agreed. Since the Pei family has agreed, there is no reason to regret the marriage, our Yan family can't afford to offend the Pei family..."

Meng Fuyao suddenly interrupted his endless talk.

"Don't tell me about your Yan family."

"I..." Yan Jingchen paused, a layer of gloomy look was covered with his eyebrows and said for a while, "Fuyao, my wife will also have status in the Five Continents in the future. She has a talent and talent, martial arts status, and is indispensable, especially if she cannot have too poor qualifications, otherwise it will bring shame to my family..."

"Tell me yourself!"
Chapter completed!