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Feng Ling Jue's heart skipped a beat and he immediately jumped away. Shen Qingchen closed in once again, his sword shining brightly.

"Feng Lingjue, if you have the ability, don't run!"

"That's right! What was there to be afraid of? Didn't you say that you're full? "

The disciples roared with laughter.

Feng Ling Jue's face turned green, and he became flustered and exasperated, "Shut up! Who said I'm going to run? You all just wait and see! "

As he was the most vulnerable to attacks, he gritted his teeth, with a flip of his wrist, he welcomed Shen Qingchen with his sword. Instantly, the sword Qi clashed, causing the corner of the two's clothes to roll all over.

As the two swords blocked each other, Feng Lingju slightly squinted his eyes, and looked at the opposing Shen Qingchen whose face was ashen, and whose stubbornness could kill him.

This time, there was no end.

The two were evenly matched, and it was impossible to tell who would win or lose.

"Alright, alright, alright. I admit defeat."

Staring at Shen Qingchen for a long while, Feng Ling Jue took out his sword and said slowly.

Hearing that Feng Ling Jue had taken the initiative to admit defeat, a hint of doubt appeared in Shen Qingchen's eyes, but quickly disappeared.

After he finished speaking, he didn't forget to take a glance at Shen Qingchen. He didn't expect that he would still have a rigid face, without a single trace of happiness. Feng Ling Jue was depressed, and had even thought that Shen Qingchen would be happier this way.

After Feng Ling Jue admitted defeat, the audience burst into cheers.

"Go go, go, go!" Go, go!

Feng Ling Jue held up his hands and said lazily.

"Feng Ling Jue, admitting defeat so quickly really doesn't seem like you."

Dai Ze took a few steps forward, and laughed gloatingly.

"Scram, scram as far as you can."

Feng Ling Jue curled his lips.

At this time, Shen Qingchen walked over, coldly glanced at Feng Ling Jue, and said: "This time, it's considered a tie."

With that, Shen Qingchen left, and that slender and somewhat skinny back made Feng Lingjue slightly stunned.

"Huh?"

He blinked.

What did that mean?

Isn't it too hard to understand Shen Qingchen?

However, this seemed to be quite interesting.

Feng Ling Jue licked his lips, his eyes as sharp as a predator.

"Qingchen."

Hearing that soft call, Shen Qingchen turned around and saw a blue clothed Mei Qiyao. With his sword placed behind his back, he bent down and saluted, "Deputy Sect Leader."

"I've already told you so many times, why don't you just call me Uncle-Master?"

Mei Qiyao couldn't help but stroke his forehead, causing him to blink slightly.

"Forget it."

Mei Qiyao was too lazy to correct all of this with Shen Qingchen, so he glanced at Feng Lingjue, who was standing behind with his arms wrapped around Dai Ze's shoulders and chatting happily, and said indifferently, "What do you think of Feng Lingjue?"

Shen Qingchen remained silent for a long while, before replying, "Although he has a bad temper, as long as I can get rid of his hostility, he's a talent."

"Since that's the case, then why don't you take care of him. As the head disciple, this is your responsibility, otherwise, if this wild beast continues to play around, the Mount Kunlun will not be able to hold him!"

Mei Qiyao laughed, patted Shen Qingchen's shoulders and walked away.

Hearing that, Shen Qingchen lowered his head in silence.

Feng Ling Jue saw Mei Qiyao pat Shen Qingchen on the shoulder, and then as if he said something, he frowned.

That night, Feng Ling Jue went to the Book Collection Vault to organize his things, and took a bath in the bath. When he returned, Shen Qingchen was still reading under the lamp, with a serious and upright appearance.

"Yo, good evening!"

Feng Ling Jue greeted him.

Shen Qingchen didn't even raise his head, his expression indifferent.

"How boring."

Feng Lingju smacked his lips, then dragged his two legs and walked towards the small collapse. Heavily laying down on the small collapse, he yawned, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Shen Qingchen turned around, glanced at the collapsed Feng Ling Jue, and sighed: "Wiping away the evil aura?"

In the latter half of the night, Feng Ling Jue was woken up by this small and hard collapse and fell asleep in a daze. The next day, he climbed up from the collapse, his entire body powerless.

In the early morning, Feng Ling Jue went to the tree to sleep.

Suddenly, he heard chattering coming from below, he subconsciously looked down, to see Dai Ze and a few disciples who had just reached the mountain looking at something.

"What is it?"

Feng Ling Jue mumbled to himself. Feeling puzzled, he turned around and jumped down.

Seeing that someone had suddenly appeared, the disciples who did not see clearly that it was Feng Ling Jue immediately panicked and quickly scattered.

Leaving behind Dai Ze who was slightly slower, whose face was completely pale, Dai Ze hugged onto the thing in his hands and was about to escape, Feng Lingjue slowly reached out his hand and placed it on's shoulder. His body stiffened for a moment, and he promptly begged for forgiveness, "Senior Brother, please let me go, I won't do it again."

"Oh, you finally admit that I'm your senior? "Not bad, not bad, this senior brother calls you with great comfort."

Feng Ling Jue laughed loudly.

Hearing this, Dai Ze's expression changed. Turning his head, the moment he saw Feng Ling Jue, he immediately heaved a sigh of relief. He wished for nothing more than to send Feng Ling Jue flying with a kick.

"Why are you so angry?"

Feng Ling Jue reached out a hand towards Dai Ze's chest, "What are you hiding?"

Dai Ze coughed dryly, acting mysteriously: "Good stuff."

"Delicious?"

Feng Ling Jue's eyes immediately lit up, and pulled out a book in the end. The smile on Feng Ling Jue's face instantly disappeared, "What? It's not like they're for eating."

"How stubborn are you!"

Dai Ze could not help but retort.

Feng Lingju was too lazy to pay attention to this. He simply flipped through the book to take a look, and saw that it was filled with pictures of naked men and women.

Feng Ling Jue stared intently at a beauty above, his brows deeply furrowed.

"How is it? Do you have any bloodlines? "

Dai Ze smiled as he moved closer, and said to Feng Ling Jue.

Feng Ling Jue didn't even blink. He rubbed his chin, contemplated for a moment, and then pointed at a beauty on the map. He said indifferently, "Don't you think that this woman looks very similar to Shen Qingchen?"

Feng Lingjue's words were truly unrelenting and unrelenting.

Hearing this, Dai Ze was stunned, a heavy thunderous sound seemed to have slipped past his ears, causing him to be thoroughly petrified.

"Look, those eyes …"

As he said that, Feng Ling Jue pointed at the beautiful woman and explained to Dai Ze.

However, before he could introduce them to the others, a cold intent attacked them from behind.

"Feng Ling Jue!"

A cold rebuke rang out.

Feng Ling Jue shivered as he turned his head around, only to see Shen Qingchen's extremely icy face staring straight at him.

He blinked and raised his hand. "Hey, yeah, what did you call me for?"

Dai Ze opened his eyes wide, looked at the furious Shen Qingchen, then looked at the nonchalant Feng Lingju at the side.

"What are you looking at?"

Shen Qingchen tried his best to suppress his anger, which was pulsing in anger.

"This one."

Feng Ling Jue was stunned for a moment, then directly opened the Erotic Picture in front of Shen Qingchen, letting him see a bit more clearly.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]