The lady with peach blossoms stood there quietly. Her eyes glowed and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. Then, she placed the zither on the ground. Her five slender and elegant fingers danced wildly, emitting a few clanging notes. The long sword in her left hand formed a flower and she actually began to play and dance. She played a hurried and rhythmic marching song. Although there would be occasional breaks as she played and danced, the special reverberation of the zither didn't make people feel that there was a break. Instead, they felt that the rhythm was different and it was very dynamic.
The dance was a sword dance, and it was very good. Sometimes it was hard, sometimes it was soft. Furthermore, everyone present was an expert and could see that the swordsman wasn't a pretty one. Aside from being pretty, one could see the formless murderous aura that accompanied the sword dance. The sword was a killing weapon, a yang weapon of extreme yang. The woman was a beauty, a woman who was as gentle as water. But today, the combination of the beauty and the sword was actually so perfect. Accompanied by the clanging sound of the zither, everyone felt as though they were on a battlefield filled with corpses. A peerless woman who had lost her lover was killing people with a sword. Moreover, the way she killed people was so beautiful and moving …
The sword dance ended, and the song also ended …
However, the young masters were still immersed in that moving scene just now. It was like a dream or an illusion, and they were intoxicated. Only when Yue Qingcheng bowed slightly and returned to Yue Ji's side to sit down did everyone suddenly come to their senses. They applauded in unison.
"Lady Qingcheng can topple a nation. This trip of Qianjun's was not in vain. This dance can raise a great white." Tu Qianjun's eyes sparkled. He picked up a large cup of wine on the table and shook it at Yue Qingcheng. He raised his head and laughed as he drank it. His actions and tone were extremely elegant and flawless.
Yue Qing Cheng smiled faintly and nodded without saying anything.
"Lady Qingcheng's sword dance is unparalleled in the world. No one in the world can compare to you in playing and dancing at the same time. This dance should raise a large jar." Feng Zi hurriedly stood up and said, not to be outdone. She raised a large jar of wine and drank it all in one go. She didn't stop at all and drank it all without leaving a drop.
Seeing that Feng Zi didn't even gasp for breath after finishing a jar of wine, Hua Hua and Long Shuiliu, who were about to raise their cups, were dumbfounded. This lunatic is indeed a lunatic. How can we endure this? We can't possibly offer two jars, right? In the end, they didn't raise their cups anymore. Instead, they picked up their teacups and shook it in a toast. They said a few polite words to express their admiration and admiration for Yue Qingcheng.
After that, the young masters took turns to express their praises. They praised Yue Qingcheng's performance to the point that there was nothing in the heavens that was unparalleled on the earth. Although their words were different, their purpose was the same. They were all expressing — we admire you very much, we cherish you very much, we want you very much, we are willing to marry you and treat you like a treasure, we hope that you will pay attention to us, consider us, we are not bad, and so on.
Yue Qingcheng nodded faintly and smiled in response. Finally, her gaze stopped on Ye Qinghan, who was happily eating the pork roasted on the bonfire. Her eyes flashed with a hint of "As expected". After a moment of silence, he raised his head and said coldly, "Young Master Han, why didn't you express your opinion? Is Qingcheng's performance so unworthy of a single word from you? "
Yue Qingcheng was very beautiful and her dance was also not bad. Ye Qinghan also wanted to praise her. But since Ye Qinghan had promised Feng Zi and the others, he had to at least do some superficial work. Otherwise, he would break his promise. And if he broke his promise now, Ye Qinghan was afraid that Feng Zi and the others would also break their promise and cause trouble during the Residence Battle. In his heart, his sister's life was naturally the most important. Therefore, when he was dancing with Yue Qingcheng, he focused his attention on the golden pork roasted on the bonfire. At this moment, he naturally wouldn't follow the others to flatter her, even though the buttocks of this horse were really not bad.
"Uh … not bad!"
Feeling Yue Qingcheng's cold gaze, as well as Feng Zi and the others' covetous gazes, Ye Qinghan raised his head slightly and said. He then continued to focus his attention on the roasted pork. It seemed that this pig looked more delicious than Yue Qingcheng.
Uh! Not bad? What did that mean?
All the young masters looked at Ye Qinghan, who was engrossed in his battle with the pig, with a variety of expressions on their faces. This was the first time Yue Qingcheng had spoken today, but this young master didn't feel excited or flattered … but he actually said "not bad" in such a perfunctory manner? After he finished speaking, he continued to eat, not even looking at Yue Qingcheng.
Not to mention that Yue Qingcheng was devastatingly beautiful, her dance today was really not bad. Just the fact that Yue Qingcheng was the Yue Clan's Saintess, with such a noble status, he still had to say a few perfunctory words to her. Today, Dongfang Dao and Young Master Nangong Qiang wanted to recognize him as their master. They originally thought that this young master was very fierce, but they didn't expect that he was even more fierce … to the point that he didn't even care about the Yue Clan's Saintess?
Dongfang Dao and the others looked at each other and laughed, giving Ye Qinghan a thumbs up! Meanwhile, Feng Zi, Hua Hua, and the others were all beaming with joy as they repeatedly raised their cups. They naturally knew why Ye Qinghan was like this, and now it seemed that this brat was really interesting. He kept his promise and was a good brother!
Tu Qianjun also looked over with a smile, a trace of interest in his eyes. He whispered a few words to Xue Wuhen beside him, then glanced at Ye Qinghan a few times, then silently looked at Yue Qingcheng and didn't say anything.
Ye Qinghan didn't care about the gazes of the crowd, nor did he care about the warning look Ye Qingniu gave him. Instead, he slightly tilted his head and said to Feng Zi beside him in a low voice, "What are you giggling for? Hurry up and perform well. Do you know what it means to gain the upper hand by a show of strength?"
"Thank you, good brother!" Feng Zi slapped his forehead and stood up. He let out a light cough to attract everyone's attention. He wriggled the two bulging muscles on his chest and said in a carefree voice, "Today is Miss Qingcheng's coming of age ceremony. I, Feng Zi, am not talented, so I will also perform a few sword dances to celebrate!"
Although he said it was a sword dance, Feng Zi didn't reach out to hold the sword. Instead, he made a strange gesture. He stretched out his index and middle fingers of his clenched fists and leisurely swung them forward. With a sword hum, the huge sword on his back suddenly unsheathed and turned into a beam of white light that flew straight into the sky. Then, his fingers quickly changed. The huge sword twisted a few times in the air, turned around, and fell straight towards the bonfire. When it was about to touch, Feng Zi quickly changed his gesture again. The huge sword actually made a circle around the bonfire, pierced through a suckling sheep, and flew towards Yue Qingcheng. It flew to the table in front of Yue Qingcheng and stopped. After shaking a few times, the suckling sheep was actually split into seven or eight pieces and fell onto the jade plate on the table.
After this was done, Feng Zi withdrew his hand gesture and the huge sword returned to its sheath. Only then did he say with a satisfied smile: "I've made a fool of myself, Miss Qingcheng. This roasted suckling sheep is a small token of my appreciation."
"Young Noble Feng, thank you." Yue Qingcheng smiled and nodded in thanks.
At the same time, the young noble next to her gave Feng Zi the middle finger in his mind. You're playing so big right from the start! You only used your Feng Clan's ultimate sword control technique. How can others play later? Plus, even if you want to please Yue Qingcheng, you don't need to use the big guy that you kill people to make a living to cut meat.
"Old Man Feng, not bad! Your brat's sword control technique has probably reached the sixth level. "Ye Qingniu whispered to the Feng Clan's Supreme Elder on a square table above.
Yue Ji also nodded with satisfaction and said: "Small area control is already very good. With the power of a third level general, I'm afraid even a first level Marshal can't beat him. Feng Zi's talents are considered the best in your Feng Clan in the last hundred years. His future is limitless."
"Where? Where? Compared to the descendants of your clans, I still have to work harder. "The Feng Clan's Supreme Elder said humbly, but his face was full of joy.
"Haha! My brat is ready to go. Let's see what special performance he has. "The Hua Clan's elder smiled and drew everyone's attention to the field.
Seeing that Feng Zi got the first prize, Hua Hua was a bit unhappy. He stood up and nodded at Yue Qingcheng. He said: "I'm also here to join in the fun. I'll give Miss Qingcheng a mysterious gift."
Saying this, Hua Hua slowly walked toward the field. His steps were very elegant and light. However, as he walked, his body slowly became blurry in front of everyone and finally disappeared.
"Stealth?"
Everyone was shocked and changed their expressions. They had heard of the Hua Clan's stealth technique, but they didn't expect Hua Hua to disappear in front of everyone. If he sneaked up to them and stabbed them, wouldn't they die? The only young people who didn't change their expressions were the descendants of the four great clans, Long Shuiliu, and Tu Qianjun. Long Shuiliu had seen this before, so he didn't panic. Tu Qianjun didn't have any expression, but his eyes revealed a trace of contempt. It seemed that he didn't care about this kind of small trick.
Of course, the few Supreme Elders in the field wouldn't be shocked, nor would their expressions change. Although Hua Hua's stealth technique was quite good, under the powerful cultivation of the Saint Realm, it was equivalent to not being invisible at all.
Hua Hua left very quickly and came very quickly. After everyone opened their eyes wide and looked around for a moment, Hua Hua finally appeared. However, he directly walked toward Yue Qingcheng. He held a purple rose in his hand and walked with strange steps. His speed seemed very slow, but a series of afterimages appeared behind him. In the field, three Hua Hua appeared. Hua Hua held roses in his hand and walked over with a smile on his face. The scene was extremely strange. Finally, the afterimages disappeared and Hua Hua stood in front of Yue Qingcheng. He bowed sincerely and said: "Miss Qingcheng, may your beauty be like this bouquet of roses that will never wither!"
"Thank you, Young Master Hua!" Yue Qingcheng still had an indifferent expression. She extended her lily-white hand and took the purple rose.
Eh!
He had even used the Afterimage Clone Technique to pick up girls. That transvestite actually used such an awesome escape technique to put on a show!
Everyone shook their heads and secretly decided that they wouldn't embarrass themselves later. Anyway, the descendants of the four great clans, Long Shuiliu, and a Young Master from the Divine City were there. Even if they thought about it, they wouldn't have any hope. It was better to think about how to snatch one of the twelve elite girls from the Yue Clan.
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