"There is a mess without sleeping, and there is no successor. The head of the house is a waste. What is she trying to do?"

"I think you are looking at the face. The young master Yan Hui is the most handsome young man."

...

There were many people watching the fun in the immortal gate and gloating. Nian Jinshu's face was almost transparent in the sun. She narrowed her eyes slightly, with a little provocation, "Yan Hui, dare to discuss swords?"

Yan Hui sat upright on the mat, her white and slender fingers pinched the moonlight cup, shaking it gently, elegant and calm, but her eyebrows were extremely cold.

In recent years, he and Chu Feishuang participated in major events in the Immortal Sect. They were both marginal figures. The first time they attracted much attention, he remained motionless and had no intention of going to the stage.

Chu Feishuang lowered her voice, "Go to compete in the sword, she is at the end of her strength, she is the master of the Resurrection Bell."

Yan Hui said silently, everyone's eyes fell on him. His red maple was like fire, which made his eyebrows look like jade, like a jade man. His lower eyebrows covered the turbulence in his eyes.

Chu Feishuang's voice was aggravated, "Geese come back!"

Chu Yingge's face turned pale and stood up and walked over. Yan put down her wine glass and flew onto the stage. The fiery red figure passed by the immortal gate and landed on the sword contest platform.

Chu Yingge's figure was shaking, biting her lower lip and looking at the stage sadly.

"I thought you wouldn't come up."

"I won't go, how do you end up?"

Nian Jinshu tilted his head and smiled, with a little evil spirit, "It's not the first time I'm embarrassed, so why bother to have another one."

"Nian Jinshu, I will give you a chance to make a new choice."

The afternoon wind blows up the flag beside the sword-contesting platform, fluttering in the wind, and making noises. The white roses on the flag bloom in the wind, elegant and noble, New Year's brocade chuckled, choose again?

She did it again, wasn’t it just for a new choice?

"What if I don't?" She took two steps forward and looked up at Yan Hui.

Yan turned around and whispered in her ear, "Then it will be for the rest of your life. Whoever lets go first and who goes to hell, do you dare?"

The breath of the boy spread under the tip of her nose. She smelled a faint smell of medicine, with a bit of pine fragrance. His heat could not be removed in his ears, dyeing her ears red.

The first time Nian Jinshu was so close to him, he could almost see his thick and slender eyelashes. Looking at his tears moles at such a close distance, it was even more colorful and almost a demon.

She almost didn't dare to look at him, and her cold phoenix eyes were filled with emotions that she couldn't understand.

"Why don't you dare?" Nian Jinshu pushed Yan Hui away, drew his sword and looked at him, "Get out the sword!"

Nian Jinshu's sword tip attacked Yan Hui. Yan Hui's right hand fell, and the long sword in his hand was in his hand. It was a Jinghongying shadow that everyone rarely saw. It was the number one sword in the world, and the famous sword passed down by the Yan family.

Yan Hui's sword set up Fangfei at the beginning of the New Year's Jinshu, and the two quickly fought together.

Two figures, one white and one red, were entangled on the sword confrontation platform.

Chu Yingge trembled slightly, holding her hands on the mat to avoid losing her composure and being unable to hide her jealousy.

Why?

Why did Nian Jinshu's cultivation improve by leaps and bounds, and why did his cousin go on stage to discuss swordsmanship?

Nian Lingxiao rubbed his eyebrows, hoping that Nian Jinshu would knock the geese back to the sword-contesting platform. He kept apologizing with Sect Master Xiao. Mrs. Xiao didn't even look at him. The Nian family obviously offended Jiuyun Mountain.

A Nian Jinshu who announced in public that he would marry Yan Hui would not be able to marry into Jiuyun Mountain.

This slap on Jiuyunshan’s face was so humiliating.

Nian Lingxiao felt embarrassed.

On the sword contest stage, swords and swords were lit and swords. Yan Hui responded to the moves, but only defended but not attacked. The two of them were coming and going as if they were flirting. Nian Jinshu frowned, "Bow me down on the sword contest stage."
Chapter completed!