Chapter 369

The third day of the first lunar month, the weather is sunny.

The warm winter sun shines on the Lord Bei Feng City martial arts arena.

Today's snow pine forest is not as crowded as imagined.

Most of the audience in the forest are wearing white martial arts uniforms, obviously all disciples of the Lord Bei Feng sect.

Although the martial arts arena is in the outer city and tourists can come here to play and check in, the Lord Bei Feng sect has already sealed off this area.

Deng Yutang and Bai Manni were still brought in by Hu Jiaojiao.

"Sister Hu, is that Senior Liao?" Bai Manni asked in a low voice, looking into the center of the field.

This field is the largest in the martial arts arena.

Strictly speaking, this is a training ground, not a sparring ground.

At different times of the day, there are different batches of nearly a thousand Lord Bei Feng disciples practicing blade techniques in the field.

Enough to see the vastness of this field.

"Hmm." Hu Jiaojiao responded, her eyes somewhat complicated.

In the center of the vast field, a woman was standing.

She was wearing a white robe, about 1.6 meters tall, and although she was in her forties, her hair was already gray.

From time to time, a cold wind blew, blowing up her slightly messy long white hair, revealing her stiff facial lines.

Her eyes were indifferent, as if they didn't contain any human emotions.

Another thin and long ring-headed blade was stuck in the snow beside her.

One person, one blade, motionless.

Yet the terrifying aura was enough to shock the entire field.

Lord Bei Feng believer, Liao Wushuang!

Bai Manni, far away in the snow forest, couldn't help but shiver and hugged Deng Yutang's arm tightly.

Today in Lord Bei Feng City, the temperature is warming up, and there is even a warm sun hanging high.

But the white-haired woman in the center of the field seemed to be able to defy the heavens, making this piece of heaven and earth bone-chillingly cold.

Deng Yutang's face became even uglier.

How could such a cold and ruthless person possibly hold back?

The corpses of the demons who died under that ring-headed blade could probably be piled into a mountain.

For such a person, killing someone is naturally a trivial matter.

"You guys stay here and watch the battle; don't walk around, or you will be driven out." Hu Jiaojiao said, seeing several figures in the forest in the distance, and immediately walked over.

Deng Yutang hurriedly said: "My sister, she..."

Hu Jiaojiao's pace paused: "Little Lu Ran is with her, don't worry."

Bai Manni rolled up her sleeves, wearing an expensive ladies' watch on her wrist.

7:40.

This watch was a birthday gift from Deng Yutang.

Every time she looked at the watch, Bai Manni felt sweet in her heart.

But at this moment, the precisely moving second hand was like a countdown to death.

There was no sweetness of love, only fear, worry, resistance, and other emotions surging in her heart.

Bai Manni pulled down her sleeves, covering the watch: "Lu..."

"What?" Deng Yutang looked down at his girlfriend.

Bai Manni buried her face in Deng Yutang's arms, her voice small and muffled: "Lu Ran is there."

"Hmm." Deng Yutang responded in a low voice and nodded.

Last night, Lu Ran returned to the inn, but only to get his luggage; he didn't rest in the room.

Deng Yutang sent many messages but didn't get a reply.

He couldn't help but call, only to find out that Lu Ran had spent the night at Deng Yuxiang's place.

Lu Ran,

This legendary figure who tops Great Xia, his own good brother...

Should be able to help his sister, right?

At this moment, Lu Ran had become Deng Yutang's only reliance.

And the person Deng's eldest young master was thinking about was still at Deng Yuxiang's residence.

In the simple and tidy living room.

Deng Yuxiang stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, carefully tidying her shirt collar.

Not far behind, Lu Ran sat on the sofa, quietly accompanying her.

The body of the River Estuary Realm is indeed terrifying.

Deng Yuxiang only took a hot bath, ate some tea snacks, and slept under Lu Ran's protection.

Her spirit and energy had recovered.

Her lips were rosy again, and her face looked beautiful.

But in Lu Ran's eyes, she still hadn't recovered to her best state.

Three sparring sessions,

Three comprehensive crushings, had indeed ravaged this camellia flower quite a bit.

"Are you sleepy?" Deng Yuxiang suddenly spoke.

"Huh?" Lu Ran came back to his senses.

Deng Yuxiang tidied her shirt collar, shook her head slightly, and brushed her slightly curly long hair with one hand:

"You sat there, didn't sleep all night, right?"

"I wasn't just sitting there; I've been cultivating feelings with Little Chifeng." Lu Ran picked up the Chifeng-patterned gourd to the side.

Lord Bei Feng City, like Falling Immortal Mountain, has rich divine power.

This night, Lu Ran used the Chifeng-patterned gourd to absorb quite a bit of energy.

Hmm, he could tilt his head and drink.

Deng Yuxiang looked at the hair tie on her wrist, pulled it off gently, and then raised her hand to tie up her long hair, as if she wanted to tie a high ponytail.

Following her action of raising her hands, her beautiful body lines were fully revealed.

She bit the hair tie, her words somewhat vague: "If you're sleepy, rest here.

After the battle, I'll come back to find you."

Lu Ran shifted his gaze, not taking the bait at all, but weighing the exquisite gourd in his hand:

"Poor Little Chifeng, no sense of smell, can't smell the camellia fragrance~"

The golden phoenix pattern on the red jade gourd lit up.

It was unknown whether it was expressing dissatisfaction or simply giving feedback to its master.

Deng Yuxiang looked at someone in the mirror.

Lu Ran smiled at her tall and graceful back: "The battle is about to start, and you want me to sleep now?"

Deng Yuxiang tied her hair expressionlessly, saying lightly: "I will come back."

Lu Ran shifted his gaze slightly, looking at the woman's eyes in the floor-to-ceiling mirror:

"Don't forget what I brought with me."

Deng Yuxiang's movements stopped: "What?"

Lu Ran said dissatisfiedly: "Don't you remember that night we said goodbye on the rooftop by the Wu Lie River?"

Deng Yuxiang was silent, thinking of that night with the warm breeze.

She also thought of the boy who had repeatedly requested and insisted on coming to watch the battle.

His urgent voice still echoed in her ears:

"Before you challenge, remember to tell me; I'll go see you!"

"If you win, I have to celebrate for you; if you lose, I'll collect your corpse."

"It's a deal, you must tell me in advance!"

Thinking about it, Deng Yuxiang's face softened, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

Lu Ran nodded: "Looks like you remembered."

Only the warm memories of the past could make Deng Yuxiang at this moment show a shallow smile.

"Hmm." Deng Yuxiang continued to tie her hair.

Lu Ran smiled and asked: "So, what did I bring with me?"

Deng Yuxiang tied her high ponytail, showing her charming face.

She reached out to her side, and the Night-Slaying Broadsword flew over from the side.

"Slap!"

"What did you bring." Deng Yuxiang said casually, holding the hilt firmly.

The camellia gradually bloomed, its aura rising again and again.

Both beautiful and cool.

Lu Ran shrugged: "I brought that piece of heaven and earth by the Wu Lie River.

Brought that crescent moon in the night sky that night.

Brought that rushing Wu Lie River water...

I brought everything from my hometown to see you."

Deng Yuxiang was stunned, looking at the young man in the mirror.

Lu Ran's smile was very bright: "Hometown will definitely protect you."

Definitely, I promise.

Because, in this icy and snowy land of the north, beside the martial arts arena where a life-and-death battle is about to be staged...

I,

Am the Rain Alley.

Your hometown.

"Tap, tap."

Deng Yuxiang walked over, her heeled boots making sounds as they touched the ground.

A complete, gentle smile finally appeared on her face.

Just like in the memories.

Her eyes were slightly moist, her heart truly touched.

The long life of suppression, the body and heart soaked in frost and snow, quietly warmed up.

Lu Ran nodded secretly, thinking it was not bad.

Her eyes were brighter than before.

The style of the past had been picked up a bit.

"Get up." Deng Yuxiang said softly, placing the Night-Slaying Broadsword to the side.

Lu Ran stood up immediately.

Deng Yuxiang tightened the white down jacket on Lu Ran, her movements gentle, zipping it up for him.

The suitcase to the side opened quietly.

The Glow Blade and Silent Night Blade flew over with their scabbards, sticking to Lu Ran's back.

Deng Yuxiang didn't care about the divine weapons; she raised her hand and rubbed Lu Ran's head with moderate strength.

Immediately, Lu Ran felt the force coming from the top of his head.

He didn't experience it often, but he was familiar with it.

Lu Ran lowered his head cooperatively.

A light kiss from the woman also fell on his hair.

"You're taller than me." Deng Yuxiang loosened her grip, letting Lu Ran raise his head.

Her eyes were equally gentle, looking at the heroic and upright young man before her.

Lu Ran smiled, looking very proud.

Deng Yuxiang also smiled, beckoned, and walked out of the house dragging the Night-Slaying Broadsword: "Let's go!"

Lu Ran grabbed the knitted scarf and hat and followed quickly.

Deng Yuxiang's residence was already within the martial arts arena, and the snow pine forest was right outside the door.

She dragged the long Night-Slaying Broadsword and walked forward in the forest with big strides.

With every step, her aura rose by a point.

Lu Ran fell behind her, tying his scarf unhurriedly, feeling the martial artist ahead whose state was surging.

Along the way, Lord Bei Feng disciples dressed in white martial arts uniforms had different expressions.

People watched the woman wearing a thin white ladies' shirt, with a neat and cool high ponytail, generously going to the appointment, to a life-and-death battle.

People's eyes, people's faces...

Some respectful, some excited, some admiring, some expectant.

Some also secretly regretted, their faces unbearable.

No matter what mood the Lord Bei Feng disciples were in, their actions were very unified, and they gave way one after another.

"Go for it, Deng Deng Shijie Deng!!"

From somewhere, a loud shout suddenly came.

Along with it, the entire snow forest seemed to have a chain reaction, and voices were endless.

"Show your aura, Deng Deng Shijie!"

"Take care, Deng Deng Shijie Deng!"

The closer to the field, the more Lord Bei Feng disciples there were, and the white-clothed crowd automatically split into two sides.

Deng Yuxiang's eyes froze!

Her pace didn't stop, and she saw Liao Wushuang waiting in the field from afar.

Liao Wushuang looked over, and when she saw the woman with an amazing aura, Liao Wushuang was extremely surprised.

Three sparring sessions,

Three extremely fierce suppressions.

This young girl was almost crushed, having to sit alone in the forest, becoming more and more depressed.

But now...

Deng Yuxiang is "alive" again?

Liao Wushuang's eyes narrowed slightly.

Looking at the stunning woman who was blooming brightly again and had a proud posture.

How is this possible?

Liao Wushuang didn't know why Deng Yuxiang was able to reorganize her forces suddenly.

She also didn't know how this big broadsword of Deng Yuxiang, which was nearly shattered, was re-condensed and solidified.

But Liao Wushuang confirmed one thing:

This young descendant...

Absolutely! Absolutely cannot be kept!

End of the month, asking brothers for monthly ticket support!

(End of chapter)