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Since the return of the Mount Kunlun, Feng Ling Jue had been resting within the Devil Hall, and slept for a full four or five days.

The pile of files in front of the desk had already formed a small mountain. Helpless, Luo Qingdeng walked to the Devil Hall entrance and took a deep breath.

Screech ~

A faint sound, similar to that of a hundred years old, heavily reverberated through the air.

The sunlight followed the crack of the door and slowly fell upon the red clothed man who was lazily leaning against it. His ink-black hair was casually scattered, and his coquettish red clothes were loose and untied, revealing his beautiful face that was even more beautiful than a girl. At this moment, his eyes were slightly pale and closed, and under the sunlight, his long eyelashes seemed to be dancing on the surface.

"Ugh …"

The sun's rays caused his body to feel somewhat hot. Feng Lingjue slowly opened his eyes and once again closed his eyes as a blinding light shone upon him.

No matter how you looked at it, there was still some childishness about it.

Luo Qingdeng closed the door and slowly walked into the hall.

"Milord, it's time to get up."

Luo Qingdeng knelt before he collapsed.

Feng Ling Jue slowly opened his eyes, a pair of enchanting peach blossom eyes swept across one's soul. He looked at Luo Qingdeng, and the corner of his lips suddenly hooked up.

"Yes, sir."

Luo Qingdeng did not ask any further. He knew that he, and Feng Lingju, was the only one who could not be betrayed.

After Luo Qingdeng left, Feng Lingju slowly got up from the ground and yawned. He looked around at his empty Devil Hall and chuckled softly. In the past five days, he had had a dream, a very, very long dream.

30,000 years ago

Mount Kunlun

The plaza was filled with a sea of people, filling it with disciples. At this moment, all of their gazes were focused on the opposing white figures in the middle of the plaza.

"Eldest Brother, teach that brat Feng Ling Jue a good lesson!"

It was unknown who shouted this, but the corner of Feng Ling Jue's mouth twitched.

"It's here!"

Suddenly, Shen Qingchen's mouth twitched as he pulled out his sword.

"If you want to come, then come! I'm afraid of you!"

Feng Ling Jue laughed, and lightly tapped on the tip of his foot. His body moved upwards, and with a flip of his wrist, his sword pierced out.

The two clashed, clashing sounds ringing out from time to time as sparks flew in all directions.

"Feng Ling Jue, you better not lose too badly! Otherwise, we won't be able to take back what you've just boasted about. "

Dai Ze gloated while shouting. The reason this competition happened was entirely because Feng Lingjue did not know his own limits.

Coincidentally, with Shen Qingchen as a demonstration, Feng Lingjue had to find the place where Shen Qingchen had thrown him into the water earlier, and then shamelessly stood out and said that he wanted to defeat Shen Qingchen. Thus, this situation took place.

Of course, no one believed that the sloppy Feng Lingjue would be able to defeat Shen Qingchen, and he would just treat it as a newborn calf that wasn't afraid of a tiger.

"Idiot, shut up. I will definitely hit Shen Qingchen and make him fly away for you to see!"

As Feng Lingjue and Shen Qingchen were stuck in a stalemate, he did not forget to turn back and scold Dai Ze.

Dai Ze made a face. Feng Ling must be even more angry now. How dare they look down on him!

Instantly, Feng Ling Jue flared up ten meters of rage, and used his strength to fiercely block Shen Qingchen's longsword.

"Not bad, you're quite capable."

Shen Qingchen looked at his longsword that had been forcefully retracted, and said indifferently.

"Heh, next, I will use my true abilities. Don't cry after losing!"

Feng Lingjue's expression became serious. His slovenly attitude from before was swept away, and his longsword was like a nimble little snake, flying away as he wished.

"What are you talking about?" Shen Qingchen's face turned cold. It was the first time in his life that he was looked down upon so much.

The two of them were evenly matched, their swords shone brightly, causing all the disciples and Si Ye to be stunned. Everyone knew that Shen Qingchen's Sword Arts was extremely exquisite, but how could Feng Lingjue be so powerful?

"Oh? "I never thought that there would come a day when Qing Chen would be suppressed."

Mei Qiyao walked over with his hands behind his back, looking at the two sword competition people from afar and laughing.

"How is it? Are you afraid! "

The longsword in his hand swung out like a silver snake, with a hint of gentleness in it, perfectly blocking Shen Qingchen's attack.

Shen Qingchen didn't say a single word, was arrogant and cold, as if he didn't put Feng Lingjue in his eyes at all.

Feng Ling Jue was enraged, as he used his sword to bully his body. Shen Qingchen used his strength to block his sword, and Feng Ling Jue was not at ease, as he looked closely at Shen Qingchen, and met his cold and emotionless gaze. Feng Ling Jue grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, "You call me good brother now, and I'll let you, what do you think?"

Hearing that, Shen Qingchen's face slowly turned cold, his expression also becoming gloomy, the anger in his eyes became denser and denser, his sword swung, fiercely sweeping Feng Lingjue down. Feng Ling Jue immediately jumped back, and looking at Shen Qingchen who was in front of him with his clothes fluttering in the wind and eyes like swords, he knew that he had accidentally touched this fellow's reverse scale.

Damn it, damn it, this is going to be troublesome.

"It seems that I haven't taught you how to respect your elders!"

Shen Qingchen raised the sword before his eyes, the cold intent in his eyes and the cold aura on the sword blade intertwined, suddenly, the sword rushed forward, with layers upon layers of immortal Qi covering it, approaching menacingly.

Feng Ling Jue swallowed his saliva and hurriedly avoided it, "You don't have to do this, hey, you really want my life!"

"Don't worry, I will be more gentle. Try my best to not kill you."

Shen Qingchen sneered, that immortal-like handsome face was currently sinister and terrifying.

The corner of Feng Lingjue's mouth twitched. He seemed to have pressed some sort of incredible switch …

"Gulp."

Dai Ze swallowed his saliva, "I keep having this feeling that the Eldest Brother has suddenly become very frightening … Ah, did Feng Lingjue say something just now?"

Feng Ling Jue was chased around by Shen Qingchen, causing everyone to laugh out loud.

"What are you hiding from?"

Shen Qingchen took a step forward and appeared in front of Feng Lingjue. His expression was cold and his tone was cold, his sword shining brightly.

Feng Lingju stopped in his tracks and coughed dryly. What a joke, why were you not fleeing when someone was chasing after you with a sword in hand?

In the past, Shen Qingchen was cold, but now he is completely terrifying, okay?

"Didn't you say you were going to hit me?"

He slowly walked towards Feng Ling Jue, his long sword dragging on the ground, causing dazzling sparks to appear from time to time.

It was clearly a calm and composed appearance, but Feng Lingjue felt cold sweat flowing down his body.

He was indeed angry.

Feng Ling Jue couldn't help but rub his forehead.

This man is so troublesome, wasn't he just flirting a little? Was there a need to be so angry?

Before he could react, Shen Qingchen had already raised her sword and stabbed over. With an aggressive air, she looked like she wanted nothing more than to kill Feng Ling Jue.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]