Chapter 220
There was such a big stir in Honghu Courtyard, and finally the Beast Taming Sect moved to the oldest Xishan Courtyard.
Of course, many people came to listen to this big and lively, and the monks of the Qihui Pavilion who arrived at Cangyu Sect early were no exception.
Almost as soon as the farce ended, the female cultivator in Qiqing Pavilion returned to their yard with a lot of news.
As soon as the female cultivator entered the door, she headed straight to Hua Yaoyu's room and shouted "Senior Sister" from afar.
Hua Yaoyu knew her junior sister's temperament very well. When she heard her tone, she knew that the other party must have found out what news came back.
She threw away the messaging talisman helplessly and responded to the other party patiently: "Tell me, what's going on today? Is it so happy?"
"Of course it's a great thing!" The female cultivator surnamed Lu had a smile on her face, "You just missed a big show. The reckless man from the beast taming sect angered Wan Daosheng and Cang Yu Sect. Now he has been rushed to Xishanyuan by the sect leader of Cang Yu Sect to live!"
Hua Yaoyu was stunned, but she didn't expect that her junior sister would bring back something amazing.
She hurriedly asked, "What's going on? When did Wan Daosheng's people arrive?"
Why didn’t anyone inform her of Wan Daosheng about her coming early?
The female cultivator surnamed Lu covered her mouth and smiled: "I don't know much, I just looked around the outside. But I heard that the Honghu Courtyard was left by Cangyu Sect for Wan Daosheng to live. I don't know who did the trick and let Moromon move in. Now the saint Moromon is directing people to make room for others!"
It’s not that the female cultivator surnamed Lu is so gloating. You should know that she and Hua Yaoyu have been very angry with the saint of Moromon today.
Although the other party has an extraordinary identity, he seems to have an extremely bad temper.
Today, Hua Yaoyu took her to pay homage to the other party. Not only did she not ask for good fruit, she was also scolded by Saint Su and Mu Ren.
I don’t know if it was her illusion, but the saint’s eyes always fell on Hua Yaoyu’s face, and it seemed to have a strong sense of resentment.
He left with enthusiasm, but came back with a nail. Even though they were attached to Moromon, the female cultivator surnamed Lu could not help but feel resentful.
Therefore, the other party suffered a great loss now, how could she be unhappy?
But Hua Yaoyu, who heard the news, did not laugh as she expected, but frowned: "It's broken!"
"Why do senior sister say that? Isn't it a good thing for us to suffer a loss in the Beast Taming Sect?" The female cultivator surnamed Lu was very puzzled.
Hua Yaoyu: "How is this a good thing? If Cang Yu Sect is so polite to Wan Daosheng, it may well mean that the two sects plan to form an alliance this time!"
The female cultivator surnamed Lu was shocked and felt something was wrong when Hua Yaoyu said this: "That's how it seems to be true! It is said that this time the sect leader of Cangyu Sect ordered Jimo Xuan to entertain Wan Daosheng's people!"
That's Jimo Xuan! The direct descendant of the Jimo family, and he is already in the late stage of the Nascent Soul at a young age.
There have been rumors in the fairy world that the Jimo family sent him to Cangyu Sect, and they were beaten to let him take over as the sect leader.
Even Hua Yaoyu had thought about such a promising person and wanted to get to know each other. As a result, the other party was just a piece of wood, and he didn't even see any beauty's tenderness, which made Hua Yaoyu very frustrated.
But such a person will be arranged to entertain guests!
For a moment, both the senior sisters felt a deep sense of anxiety.
"If so, if it is true as we think, then wouldn't Moromon be this time..." The female cultivator named Lu bit her lower lip and did not dare to infer that sentence.
But Hua Yaoyu was not as pessimistic as hers. She only pondered for a while before saying, "Let's wait and see, things may not be as bad as we thought. Even if this is true, the leader this time is Saint Su, so we shouldn't be responsible for it."
Listening to Hua Yaoyu's words, the female cultivator surnamed Lu slowly suppressed the uneasiness in her heart and her expression warmed up slightly.
"I just don't know, that Saint Su did not realize this..." Hua Yaoyu suddenly said.
Of course, Su Fuyun hadn't discovered the key points in it yet. At this moment, her mind had already been filled with anger.
"You say it again, what happened to the people of Cangyu Sect who gave those dresses?!" Su Fuyun's Sang Ying was no longer gentle, and even brought a little sharp, which made the ears hurt.
The maid kneeling in front of her carefully repeated: "The people from Cangyu Sect threw out the clothes, saying yes, saying it was already dirty."
She spoke very lightly the last two words, but Su Fuyun still heard them with clever ears and eyes.
She slapped the square table beside her, and thin cracks appeared on the table instantly, as if she could fall apart with just a little effort.
There was a depressing silence in the room. Several maids breathed lightly, not daring to disturb the saint in anger at all.
During this period, someone came in with the news from Mu Ren. He wanted to report to the saint, but as soon as he saw the atmosphere in the house, he immediately gave up his thoughts.
Although the few spirit stones Mu Ren gave were good, if he angered the saint, he might be worried about his life.
After trying hard to suppress his anger, Su Fuyun slowly looked up and looked towards the direction of Honghuyuan: Wait, Sang Ying. You won’t be so lucky every time!
Thinking of the group of disciples she brought out from Moromon this time, Su Fuyun slowly curled the corners of her mouth.
Let you be proud for a few more days, and then I will let you taste it. What does it feel like to be severely suppressed by others!
Su Fuyun sat back in the chair and waited for a few days to see the miserable defeat of the person who was disgusted.
As for Mu Ren, who was waiting outside the yard and wanted Su Fuyun to take in, he didn't know when he would meet his sweetheart.
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Unlike the intrigues in several other yards, the disciples in Honghu Courtyard are still stepping up their practice.
Even though there were only a few days left in the competition, everyone still couldn't bear to waste time.
Without the need for Elder Gu and others to come forward to supervise, there were frequent spiritual fluctuations in the courtyard - this was caused by the disciples' wholehearted practice.
These fluctuations naturally could not escape Sang Ying's eyes. Although she could not move into Zhaixing Pavilion specially arranged by Jimo Xuan, she also got a separate room.
While there was no one around, Sang Ying also let the sleeping Jiang Zhuxue breathe out.
The black dragon like a little snake was still sleeping peacefully, and seemed to have no perception of everything outside.
Sang Ying placed it where the moonlight could reach, and then sat cross-legged again.
This time Moromon did not send any powerful characters to the formation. I think there are still some big secrets hidden in the opponent's team.
Although Sang Ying couldn't guess it, she was careful.
She pulled out the Fuchuan sword, and a thin layer of frost condensed on the blade of the sword that was shining with cold light. This was the change that Sang Ying had produced after melting the ice-attribute sword soul into it.
"Sang...ying..."
She listened to the sound coming from her mind and responded slightly to the call of the newborn sword spirit.
Although I don’t know when the sword spirit of Fuchuan Sword will have a smooth conversation with her, judging from her current state, that day may not be far away.
Just waiting for the competition to begin, she looks forward to the day when she fights Su Fuyun again, and this time she will completely crush that person's pride and self-esteem!
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Chapter completed!