"Mushroom?"
Wu Zheng Ying laughed out loud as if he had heard a good joke. Waves of energy surged around him, rising steadily.
"We're all here for the assessment. Why are you planting mushrooms?"
The youth grinned and his eyes were fierce. "Cut the crap. Hand over Yuhuan!"
Menacing murderous intent rushed toward him.
The youth in front of him was so arrogant. Guan Heng narrowed his eyes and looked at the sharp sword pointed at his forehead. A trace of displeasure gradually rose in his heart.
He hated the feeling of being pointed at by a sword.
It reminded him of two years ago, when You Qin had split the mountain and crushed rocks at the side of a dangerous cliff.
At that time, he was weak and could only rely on You to escape death. He had almost put You in danger.
But now …
Guan Heng's eyes darkened.
He quietly flipped his hand behind his back, and a small grayish-white vortex suddenly appeared and was held in his palm without making a sound.
Although the cyclone was small, it flew very fast. Its edges were as sharp as blades and its center was as dark as an abyss. A sharp sound of space tearing could be vaguely heard.
Xie Ziyou, who was hiding behind, saw the development of the situation and felt very complicated.
The Wu family in the capital was the first whetstone that he had personally chosen for Guan Heng.
Wu Zhengying's family background and eldest brother were enough to give Guan Heng enough pressure and stimulate the protagonist's ambition to the greatest extent.
But …
The light in Xie Ziyou's eyes dimmed.
His eyes were bright, and the golden light flowed quietly. His peach blossom eyes didn't blink as he stared at Guan Heng's thin and slender figure in front of the tree. The yellow Qi stirred and spread. The momentum gradually increased, and Wu Zhengying's brown and black sleeves fluttered.
For cultivators, the deeper their cultivation, the sharper their five senses. He vaguely heard the sharp sound of wind tearing.
Although he didn't know where the sound came from, the youth in front of him looked down slightly. His body was tall and there was an invisible wind around him. His aura soared to the sky, like a sword that had been hidden for a long time and was about to be unsheathed.
Very strong!
Wu Zhengying's pupils contracted. Instead of being afraid, he was delighted.
'Come on,' the young man thought in high spirits, 'let me experience the skills of the world's geniuses!'
However, things didn't go as planned.
A moment later, the fierce aura around Guan Heng's body fell instead of rising.
His sharp aura had yet to be unsheathed, but he had already retracted it.
Before the cyclone in his palm had fully formed, it was quietly crushed by him.
Guan Heng suddenly heaved a long sigh.
He smiled bitterly and shook his head. He slowly withdrew his aura and said casually, "Forget it."
He was just an arrogant young master of an aristocratic family.
He had always been calm and did not like disputes. During his years in the Guanfu, he had engraved the word "tolerance" into his bones. Although he did not like Wu Zhengying's aggressive attitude, he still fought because of it …
There was no need for that.
It was just a little mushroom. It was not worth fussing over.
Guan Heng took a light breath and put on a smile. He slowed down his tone and said, "I've lived in Luo Ling for two years, but this is the first time I've met someone else."
"We're also fated. Why don't we … become friends?"
Wu Zhengying: "???"
'I've already taken off my pants, and you're talking about becoming friends?'
'Are you kidding me?'
Xie Ziyou, who was hiding in the back and looking around, sighed in his heart.
'Sure enough, it's not that simple.'
'Guan Heng's Buddhist style … is really beyond ordinary.'
He supported his forehead with his hand. His mind was in turmoil. For a moment, his thoughts were very complicated.
There was still a follow-up to his plan. He still had a way to provoke Guan Heng, but that move was really a little …
Xie Ziyou was deep in thought. Wu Zhengying's face showed a hint of anger. The corners of his eyes twitched, and his eyes were filled with contempt. He asked in a low voice, "Are you saying that you want to admit defeat?"
"Uh …"
Guan Heng hesitated for a moment. He looked at the young man's fiery gaze and finally nodded helplessly.
"Then let's just say that I've lost," he said. "If this is important to you …"
"Bullsh * t!"
Wu Zhengying's face was as dark as water. His neck was flushed red. He breathed heavily and scolded, "I despise trash like you the most. You're wasting my time. If you admit defeat, quickly hand over your bracelet. I don't have time to waste with you!"
"Are you listening to me or not …"
Guan Heng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He repeated, "I've lived here for two years. I'm not here to participate in any assessment. I said so much just now, but you only heard the word 'lose'? "
Wu Zhengying was stunned.
'He's not here to take the assessment?'
He frowned suspiciously and looked Guan Heng up and down with an incredulous expression. The young man was handsome, but he was indeed a little slovenly. His hair was long, like seaweed, and hung loosely on his shoulders.
His clothes were also very simple. They seemed to be made of animal skin.
The stitches were clumsy, and the corners were supported by messy threads. They barely wrapped around a pair of slender and strong legs. His skin was a kind of red and sexy wheat color because of the sunshine all year round.
"Are you really a native here?" Wu Zhengying still found it hard to believe. "You actually lived alone in a place like Luo Ling for two years?"
Guan Heng smiled bitterly. "It's a long story."
"Actually, I was expelled by my family. I was forced to hide in this deep mountain because of the situation. Fortunately, I still have You to accompany me … "
Before he finished speaking, an ear-piercing scream suddenly came from behind them. It pierced their eardrums like needles.
"Vuko, he's lying!"
Guan Heng's heart trembled. He suddenly turned around.
While they were confronting each other, the young man from Huangshan Fir had unknowingly snuck to his side. At this moment, he was bending down and picking up a green jade bracelet from under the tree.
The young man's eyes were curved into two thin slits. Even the pockmarks on his cheeks were faintly glowing red.
He raised his eyebrows high and raised the jade bracelet in his hand. He pointed at Guan Heng and proudly said, "Vuko, look, he has a Yuhuan. He's clearly one of the candidates this time!"
"How dare you deceive our Vuko. Do you think we won't be able to find the Yuhuan just because you threw it under the tree?"
The young man's lips were almost raised to the sky. His nostrils were up, and his lips were opening and closing. He talked a lot. His voice was sharp and his tone was harsh. However, Guan Heng didn't hear a single word.
His hands were trembling uncontrollably. His eyes were wide open as he stared at the Yuhuan in the young man's hand. It was lush, delicate, and smooth. It had a unique feeling of nobility and purity. Under the sunlight, it reflected an exquisite and soft light.
It was like the morning sunlight. The beautiful bamboo forest was slender and elegant. The morning dew slowly flowed down the tall bamboo joints and swept across the slender and sharp leaves.
The color, the size, the shape that he could describe with his eyes closed. The touch that he couldn't forget even in his sleep. He had held it tightly in his arms countless times and felt its icy temperature with his skin …
That was Youyou.
Youyou!
This person dared to touch his Youyou!
He actually — he, actually, actually, dared?!
The Huangshan Fir young man was still chattering.
But as he spoke, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. The young man's tongue went numb and he couldn't help but shiver.
Wu Zhengying's reaction was even sharper. He glanced at the young man and his heart trembled.
The young man in front of them seemed to have changed into a different person.
The peaceful smile on Guan Heng's face disappeared, and the gentleness in his eyes disappeared. He lowered his head slightly, and his messy hair fluttered in the wind. The blue veins on his strong arms bulged, and three or four clearly visible light purple blood vessels appeared.
A colorless cyclone suddenly appeared and hovered in the air. The sharp air intertwined with each other, and the mighty momentum rolled over like a thunderbolt. Wu Zhengying's ears buzzed, and he subconsciously took half a step back!
The strong wind blew and swept away the black hair on Guan Heng's forehead, revealing a pair of murderous eyes.
Wu Zhengying couldn't help but tremble, and his right hand almost couldn't hold the hilt of his sword. The moment he met Guan Heng's eyes, he vaguely thought that the person standing in front of him was not a person, but a ferocious beast in human skin!
What was going on?
The young man's feet seemed to be nailed, and he didn't dare to move. He crazily shouted in his mind, "What's going on?"
Guan Heng looked at the two of them coldly.
He had never been so anxious before. Like a monstrous wave, he instantly destroyed all his calmness and self-control.
His thin lips slightly opened, and each word was stuck on the tip of his tongue, biting his heart.
"Give, him, back!"
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