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Seeing Yan Haomin cautiously retreating, Song Zixun became even more spirited. He gracefully stood in front of him, rolled up his sleeves and extended his hand.

Yan Haomin retreated a few steps, creating a safe distance. Seeing that Song Zixun was serious, he was not afraid anymore!

This person would challenge him sooner or later. Now that both sides didn't have any weapons, he might still have a sliver of hope.

Gritting his teeth, Yan Haomin stomped his foot on the ground and threw a punch towards Song Zixun!

A newborn calf, its spirit soaring to the heavens!

The corner of Song Zixun's mouth moved, he pulled out a cold arc, and with a twist of his waist, he easily deflected the punch, and with a flip of his hand, he went around Yan Haomin's arm to strike his lower jaw!

The wind from the punch forced Yan Haomin's pretty face to turn red!

Yan Haomin's eyelids jumped, he immediately waved his hand to block!

"Bam!"

The first fist fiercely collided with the wind!

At the door, Wang Yan's blood was boiling as she reached out to cover her face. Raising her head, she saw that Song Zixun had moved back a step.

Yan Haomin took three or four steps back. His face was red from holding in his breath, and his fists were full of bruises.

Yan Haomin massaged his arm with all his might. Song Zixun's power was probably several times stronger than his!

Song Zixun glanced at Yan Haomin and blinked his eyes twice. The soul power moved, and the fighting strength in its body formed a layer of defense on the surface of its body.

Yan Haomin took a deep breath and rushed forward once again, his leg extremely agile as he swept towards Song Zixun's lower body, his hand containing an attack, waiting for Song Zixun to defend and seize the chance to sneak an attack.

Song Zixun took a light step back and instantly took a step back. Seeing that Yan Haomin's strike did not hit him, he turned around and formed an intricate arc, throwing himself at Yan Haomin's side, and sliced towards his left arm!

Yan Haomin immediately stabilised his body, he twisted his body and used his elbow to push it towards Song Zixun's wrist!

"Pah!"

Another confrontation, a clear voice that made everyone's blood boil!

The strong impact brought about a gust of wind as it pounced towards Wang Yan.

Wang Yan hurriedly pushed open the door to Feng Yi's room and entered.

Uhh …

"Elder sister, you're up?"

The simple wooden door opened, revealing a beautiful little face.

Her smooth forehead emitted a gentle luster, much like white jade.

Her eyebrows were like a distant mountain, hidden in the clouds, causing others to forget themselves upon seeing her.

Ling Hui's eyes were as dark as the stars and as clear as the sky. However, there was something hidden within them that made people not dare to look at them, as if they would be tempted by them if they did not pay attention.

Her long eyelashes flapped slowly like butterfly wings, adding a touch of gentleness to her piercing eyes.

There were still some scars on her face that had yet to be healed. A faint smile appeared on her pink lips, causing people to be at a loss as to what to do.

Her long black hair hung down to her waist and was tied behind her back with a light green ribbon.

He wore a set of light green clothes that were elegant to the extreme. It had a natural vitality and nobility to it, and was pure and inviolable.

His slim waist was not fit to be gripped tightly; his slender legs swayed slightly, as if he would fall if a breeze blew by.

"Is she really a warrior?"

Seeing how weak she was, the others would unconsciously be suspicious of her.

"En, good morning."

Her pink lips opened, and Feng Yi said softly in a rather vague manner.

A pair of charming eyes swept over the few people at the entrance. His small and calm face was still the same faint expression that caused one to be confused; however, he was feeling rather impatient in his heart.

If not for the fact that she, soul power, was strong, and felt that the situation was amiss, wouldn't they have had to listen to Xiao Qi's blabbering at such a close distance?

How much trouble that would bring, she could not imagine.

The seven layers flower didn't seem to be too happy either. It crawled towards Feng Yi's chest from her sleeves like a caterpillar, and wondered how its smooth petals could have such a great friction or suction.

Does it have a sucker?

Or magnetic?

It was truly a strange flower. It could clearly fly, yet it kept crawling and crawling. This caused one's skin to feel itchy and uncomfortable.

Feng Yi raised her small hand and pressed it on her heart, as if she was trying to cheer him up. She immediately grabbed the seven layers flower and stuffed it into the pocket on the steel ranked Tristar armor's chest.

That bag was still the one Xiao Xuan had helped her make, it was just right for the seven layers flower.

The seven layers flower struggled for a bit, before the flower petals swatted the soft goose egg on Feng Yi's chest and chest, then was shoved into the pocket unsteadily. It pulled at the edge of the sack, and carried the "head" — — a petal.

Feng Yi quietly looked at the three of them at the door. After confirming that they did not have any abnormal reactions, she heaved a sigh of relief.

"Miss Feng Yi!"

When Yan Haomin's gaze met with his, Yan Haomin finally regained his senses and quickly went around Song Zixun to greet him enthusiastically.

"Sister-in-law."

Song Zixun did not want to be outdone, even though he had his suspicions, on the surface, he looked rather graceful, as if Feng Yi was really his "virtuous" little sister, and not some trash who had her marriage annulled, or the "senior" who had saved his life.

Feng Yi slightly nodded, and softly said:

"Is anything the matter? "Let's talk about something in the front hall."

Song Zixun responded first:

"Uhh, congratulations again on your safe return Sister-in-law.

Last night, my uncle told my father that from now on, my brother will specifically accompany Sister-in-law in cultivation, and my uncle will instruct me from the side.

Sooner or later would be the best time for cultivation. I heard that Sister-in-law had persevered for twelve years in cultivating as though it was just a day, so I sincerely hope that Sister-in-law can forgive me if I come and disturb you. "

Yan Haomin's face turned white for a moment. This Song Zixun seemed gentle and refined, but when it was time to go first, he wasn't slow at all, he was sinister!

Giving him a fierce glare, Yan Haomin righteously said:

"Miss Feng Yi is covered with injuries, why are you training?

Forget about the twelve years, why did you still mention him? Must you show that Miss Feng Yi is trash and not as good as you?

Humph!

Miss Feng Yi, today, your esteemed mansion is packed with guests, it is rather lively. You always enjoy peace and quiet, why don't I accompany you for a walk?

With me here, no one will bully you. Don't worry.

Do you know that in a few days, I will be making a trip to my provincial capital's aunt's place. My uncle will teach me a type of high rank battle art.

"So even if you are worth a dime, I can still protect you!"

was so proud of himself. His eyes shone.

In order to better protect Feng Yi, he had spent a great deal of effort to save her; it was only then that his grandmother had agreed to write a letter to his aunt and uncle, and finally, she was going to get a copy of the [Copper] class battle art. He wished that she could immediately learn it, defeat the Young Princess, and save Feng Yi from the burning engagement prison.

Feng Yi's ears were ringing severely. Being yelled at by Xiao Qi was already very tiring, and now that Yan Haomin was here, she felt like his head was big or something.

After hesitating for a moment, Feng Yi waved her hand and said softly:

"Thank you very much, but I would like to rest and gather with my family for the next few days.

As for training, I am used to it myself, so I do not dare to trouble Young Princess.

Little sister, send Young Princess and Young County Lord out for me. I will go change my clothes and we will go meet mother in a while. "

Wang Yan clapped happily. With a smile blossoming on her small face, she nodded her head and said:

"Young Princess, Young County Lord, this way, please enjoy some tea in the living room."

After she finished speaking, she quickly took a step forward and entered Feng Yi's courtyard, and with a flip of her hand, closed the courtyard door.

At the door, Song Zixun and Yan Haomin stared at the tightly shut door, in a daze …

The main courtyard of the Wang Family was separated from the main hall by two walls, and one could hear the hubbub of people inside, causing one to involuntarily frown.

Feng Yi cutely leaned on her mother's shoulder, standing side by side with Wang Yan, it was very fair.

Listening to the liveliness over there, Feng Yi said in a soft voice:

"Mother, what exactly does Princess Song intend to do with such a high profile?"

Her disappearance and return was originally the best case scenario. After the incident was over, there wouldn't be many people speculating on the reason for it.

Now, it was following Princess Song's "order", and the Wang Family's banquet had been going on for three days, which made many people suspicious.

Within the span of a night, there were almost a hundred versions of Feng Yi that went missing in the Linxi County. The most outrageous part was that a genius like him had her marriage annulment, entered the Magic Beast Forest to "seek death" in one go, and used this to threaten the Princess Song.

In the end, the Princess Song couldn't stand up to her reputation of being heartless and heartless, and finally personally came to pacify the situation.