Lord Shura's only favorite concubine

Chapter 88 Who's the son of a flower (2)

The melodious sound of the zither spreading over the lake suddenly became a little messy. Although it was only for a moment, it was still heard by Xuanyuan Yuewu.

Shaking his head lightly, even the servant girls playing the qin were fascinated by the two of them. I really don't know how the Jianghu girls sitting in the gazebo are so lost at the moment.

If Feng Qinghan was a man who was also extremely handsome, he would never be as ostentatious as they are.

"What two butterflies, they are so ostentatious wherever they go." Bizhu, who was standing behind a huge flower bush with Xuanyuan Yuewu, glanced at the two on the bridge, and couldn't help but snorted coldly.

Turning his head to look at Bi Zhu's face full of contempt, his eyes fell on the disfigured flower branches in her hands, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch a smile.

He broke off a flower branch and handed it to her, put his other hand between his lips, and made a silent gesture to her.

Although everyone's eyes were on Feng Qingzi and Ye Lingmo at the moment, there were many family members in the Lin family, if someone found them hiding here, it would inevitably cause trouble.

After taking the flower branch from Xuanyuan Yuewu's hand, Bizhu pouted very obediently and calmed down.When he moved his gaze to the bridge again, Ye Lingmo and Feng Qingzi had already arrived in the pavilion where they were two days ago.

White veils were flying around, and the charming faces of the two could still be seen faintly.

A flute sound suddenly came from the bamboo garden by the lake. As usual, Lin Tianhe, accompanied by two women in yellow shirts, flew out from the depths of the bamboo forest, skimmed across the lake, and finally landed on the gazebo in front of the competition platform.

Taoist Qingsong, who had been standing on the competition stage long ago, saw that Lin Tianhe had arrived, and slowly rang out on the lake with a somewhat vicissitudes of voice.

"The winner of today's martial arts competition is the master of Tingxue Sword. Now, please invite Fengling Shaoxia and Lin Xiaoxia to come on stage to decide today's king." As soon as the words fell, two figures, one black and one white, appeared from the side He flew out of the gazebo, and finally landed firmly on the competition platform.

Xuanyuan Yuewu brushed away the flower branches in front of her, and carefully looked at the two men on the competition stage.

Feng Ling still had that icy look, the scars on his face were covered up by the black hair scattered on his forehead, but his black eyes were like the bright stars in the night sky, making people unforgettable.

Squinting her eyes slightly, Xuanyuan Yuewu suddenly recalled that day when they left the competition arena, she greeted him with a somewhat icy cold gaze that was familiar to him.

Why did this Feng Ling give her a feeling of déjà vu?

"Miss, who do you think will win?" Bizhu looked at the two people on the stage with great interest, and heard Feng Qingzi say in the morning that these two are the best of the younger generation in the martial arts world.

It's just that Feng Ling's temperament is relatively cold, and his methods are bound to be vicious.But Lin Xiao, who was standing opposite him, was a very gentle person.I don't know who will have the last laugh today between these two people with completely opposite personalities.

He shifted his gaze to Lin Xiao who was opposite Feng Ling, dressed in black like ink, with a faint smile on his somewhat bookish face.

If this man hadn't defeated thirty challengers in front of many martial arts people yesterday, perhaps no one would have believed that he was Lin Xiao, the number one expert in Dongchuan.

However, today is destined to be a contest with no winner.

"In terms of martial arts, Lin Xiao is not Feng Ling's opponent, but the one who loses today should be Feng Ling." Although Xuanyuan Yuewu has never seen Lin Xiao fight, she knows that if today's martial arts competition can be fought to the end, she will definitely win. It's Lin Xiao.

Although Feng Ling's sword is fast, it is too impetuous. Once it meets a master, it will naturally lose after a long time.

"Miss, is it because Feng Ling's heart is not quiet enough?" Although Bizhu doesn't know much about swords, she also knows that for those who want to practice swordsmanship to reach the pinnacle, they must be as calm as water.

She had seen Feng Ling make a move that day, although the movement was fast, there was a sense of impetuosity lingering around her body, which is a big taboo for sword practitioners.

Xuanyuan Yuewu nodded lightly, looking at the two people on the competition stage who had already passed the trick, her eyes dimmed slightly.

(End of this chapter)