At the edge of the martial arts arena, the crowd was silent.
Only when the energy aftermath dissipates, the breeze blows by.
Nangong Xue stood behind the crowd, her icy eyes staring closely at the embracing figure in the field.
"Prostitute."
Her red lips moved slightly and she uttered two words silently.
This guy is acting too frivolously and presumptuously.
But that sword strike just now...
Nangong Xue’s beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly.
The power of thunder and stars contained in that sword move is extremely domineering, and its power far exceeds that of an ordinary outer disciple.
And, that back figure...
She stared at Ye Feng's back, and an inexplicable feeling of familiarity came to her heart.
Casual and calm, with an indescribable sense of oppression.
It looks very much like the mysterious senior who killed powerful enemies with a snap of his fingers deep in the Blood Demon Cave.
How come they are so similar.
Is it him?
As soon as this thought arose, Nangong Xue shook her head gently and suppressed it.
Impossible.
That senior’s cultivation is unfathomable and his bearing is extraordinary. How could he be a frivolous outer disciple of Tianji Sect?
Maybe it's just a coincidence.
At this moment, Chu Ling, who was held in Ye Feng's arms, felt hot all over.
Shame, anger and shock mixed together, leaving her mind blank.
Again.
This guy actually hugged himself again in public.
His fresh and slightly sweaty scent lingered on the tip of her nose. It was not unpleasant, but it made her heart beat faster.
She could clearly feel the power from his arm, which was solid and powerful.
You can also hear the steady heartbeat under his chest, thump, thump, thump.
Obviously he should be struggling angrily, but his body seemed to have lost all strength.
A strange numbing feeling spread from the contact area, making her soften involuntarily.
Her cheeks were so red that they looked like they were about to bleed, and even the roots of her ears were stained with a layer of crimson.
She tilted her head slightly, not daring to look into Ye Feng's eyes. Her long eyelashes were trembling like frightened butterfly wings.
This shy and helpless look had a completely different meaning in the eyes of the elders on the viewing platform.
"This is unreasonable!"
Elder Sikong slammed the jade table in front of him.
Bang!
The desk was instantly covered with cracks.
He stood up suddenly, his face was ashen, and his eyes were almost bursting with fire.
Breaking with rage.
What a shame!
He is the saint of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, the future pillar of the sect, and the genius of the Nine Spirit Sword Body.
To be unexpectedly held in the arms of a young boy from the outer sect of Tianji Sect in full view of everyone.
This was like pressing Wan Jian Zong’s face to the ground and rubbing it repeatedly.
After today, Wanjian Sect may become the laughing stock of the entire continent.
At this moment, he, a dignified Yuanying realm elder, felt a surge of anger rushing straight into the sky, and his whole body was shaking with anger.
Tianji Sect!
Ye Feng!
This son should be punished!
Elder Ziyang on the side felt a lot better inexplicably when he saw Elder Sikong looking furious.
The depression of being severely defeated by Ye Feng in the weapon refining competition seemed to have dissipated a lot.
Sure enough, watching other sects suffer embarrassment can heal spiritual wounds.
Elder Ziyang picked up the teacup and blew the hot air slowly.
He glanced at Elder Sikong, who was about to explode with anger, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a vague arc.
"Fellow Daoist Sikong, please be patient."
Elder Ziyang's tone contained some subtle teasing.
"Young people, it is inevitable that there will be some physical contact during competitions."
"I think this little friend Ye Feng also has good intentions to protect Saint Chu Ling from falling and getting hurt."
"Well, yes, it is just good intentions."
He deliberately emphasized the word "good intentions".
Elder Sikong turned his head suddenly and glared at Elder Ziyang.
"Zi Yang! What do you mean!"
"Protection? Is there such protection!"
"I think that kid clearly did it on purpose!"
Elder Ziyang put down his teacup.
"Hey, fellow Taoist Sikong is wrong."
"The Sword Spirit Art that Saint Chu Ling just made was so powerful that it was not easy for little friend Ye Feng to take it."
"The force of the counter-shock is huge, and the figure of Saint Chu Ling is out of control. If little friend Ye Feng does not take action, the consequences will be disastrous."
Elder Ziyang continued to support the fire with a smile
"On the other hand, Saintess Chu Ling seems...well, not disgusted with little friend Ye Feng's "protection"?"
"You!"
Elder Sikong was so angry that he pointed at Elder Ziyang, his lips were trembling, and he could not say a word.
He knew that the old guy Ziyang was deliberately watching the joke, and he also knew that he wanted to anger him and then take action against Ye Feng.
Kill with a borrowed knife!
Frustrated!
It’s so frustrating!
Ling Xuzi had a wry smile on his face.
This kid can really cause trouble.
But well done!
The disciples outside the martial arts arena were already in a state of excitement.
"Oh my god! What did I see!"
"Senior Brother Ye Feng... actually hugged Fairy Chu Ling!"
"Twice again!"
"Wow Woohoo, my goddess!"
"Let go of that fairy, let me do it!"
"Senior Brother Ye Feng is awesome! This is a real man!"
Envy, jealousy and hatred spread among the crowd.
Feeling the tender body in his arms and the rapid heartbeat, Ye Feng did not dare to hold her any longer.
If we continue to hug him, Elder Sikong of Wanjian Sect will probably go berserk on the spot.
He carefully released his arms and gently helped Chu Ling stand upright.
"Miss Ling'er, I'm offended."
Ye Feng apologized again, with a sincere tone and clear eyes, as if... the slightly frivolous person just now was not him.
Chu Ling’s body was still a little weak as soon as her toes touched the ground.
She subconsciously wanted to take a step back and distance herself.
But the chaos of energy, blood and spiritual energy surging in her body made her stagger.
Ye Feng had quick eyes and quick hands, and reached out to hold her arm again.
"Be careful."
The warm touch came again.
Chu Ling stiffened and suddenly looked up at Ye Feng.
Looking at each other.
Ye Feng's eyes were calm, with sincere concern.
Chu Ling’s cheeks turned redder, and she quickly lowered her head to avoid his sight.
This guy...
She could feel the terrifying power contained in the sword just now, it was definitely not a fluke.
He hid his strength.
"Ahem!"
A cough containing majestic pressure came from the viewing platform.
It was like thunder exploding in everyone’s ears.
It was the furious Elder Sikong.
He couldn't bear it anymore.
If these two juniors keep flirting with each other, he will lose the face of Wanjian Sect!
"Ye Feng!"
Elder Sikong's voice was bone-chilling, with undisguised murderous intent.
"You are so brave!"
"Let's compete and compete until the end! How dare you be rude to the saint in public!"
The powerful Nascent Soul realm pressure crushed Ye Feng like a tide.
The air instantly became solemn.
Disciples with lower cultivation levels turned pale under this pressure, had difficulty breathing, and some even collapsed to the ground.
"Elder Sikong's words are wrong."
Ye Feng's voice was neither humble nor arrogant.
"This is a fair competition between the disciple and Miss Ling'er."
"Fistes and feet are blind, and swords are ruthless. It is inevitable that some damage will be caused during the competition."
"As for the 'rudeness' mentioned by the elder..."
Ye Feng paused and turned to Chu Ling with his gaze, with incomparable...concern.
"The disciple was just worried that Miss Ling'er fell and got hurt, so he came to help out of desperation."
"If this is considered rude, then the disciple accepts it."
"But..."
He changed the topic and raised his voice a bit.
"I would like to ask, Miss Ling'er, did you think I was rude just now?"
Oh!
Everyone looked at Chu Ling.