Fantasy: My Senior Brother Is A Bit Magical

"I heard that Zhu Huarong has been looking for ways to help his master break out of the situation in recent years."

Chen Huaiyu was already smart, but after Su Liang's prompting, he finally understood.

It looked like some kind of deal had been reached, a deal that used Wen Ruohai's breakthrough as a bargaining chip.

"But why would she do this?"

"I think this kind of thing will definitely not be simple, otherwise Mr. Wen Ruohai wouldn't have been trapped in the four realms for so many years."

Chen Huaiyu asked again.

Su Liang shrugged, pointed at himself, and then pointed at Chen Huaiyu: "Of course, you and I put a lot of pressure on her."

"After all, she is the eldest lady from Zhongzhou. I originally thought that I could control this Golden Lotus Meeting at will, but I never thought that so many monsters would emerge."

Chen Huaiyu's nose twitched slightly, and he said with some dissatisfaction: "You are the monster."

"..."

"Okay, okay, let me change my words. Well, there are so many talented people. Is this okay?"

Su Liang began to wonder if this girl had only grown in body and state over the years, and she still had to be coaxed like a child.

Well...neither should I say it, but my body does grow very fast.

Huh? Where did you want to go?

"So, she is trying to save energy and not expose her own tricks so that she can use them against you and me?"

Su Liang nodded and continued his analysis: "Yes. I guess she has some kind of method - most likely it is a killing move that can greatly heighten people's vigilance after being used once. And Zhu Huarong, who understands literary courage, may It just so happens that this method restrains her to some extent.”

"After all, judging from the fact that she can kill Yu Yuanliang instantly, she should not be afraid of hard power confrontation."

“So we have the current trading scene.”

"Otherwise, with her background and cultivation, she wouldn't be able to do these things."

"According to the next process, you and I will be in one group and one person will advance to the finals, and she will be in another group. This is the safest way for her."

"Aren't you Zhou Yun from Nanxi Sword Sect and Hong Yunlan from Frost Snow Palace over there?"

"Compared with Yu Yuanliang and Du Zhengqing, these two people are not much stronger. She won't care. What's more, the next step is for them to compete on stage. She can just weigh it secretly... If these two people ..."

Su Liang was holding his chin with one hand, analyzing it carefully, when he suddenly felt a warm and soft feeling coming from the left side of his face.

He tilted his head subconsciously.

Chen Huaiyu, who was not exerting much force to begin with, flattened his palms. What was originally a gentle pinch with two fingers now became an intimate gesture of delicate caressing.

After Su Liang turned around, she instantly retracted her hand as if she was electrocuted, her eyes dropped, and she folded her hands in front of her lower abdomen, pulling at each other.

Waves of rosiness crept up onto her cheeks.

She was originally just curious about how Su Liang could analyze so many things so quickly, but why did she accidentally pinch him?

After a brief period of nervousness and embarrassment, an idea suddenly emerged in Chen Huaiyu's mind.

What's wrong if it's not pinching?

No piece of meat will be lost.

After thinking about this, Chen Huaiyu looked at Su Liang again. After seeing the latter's slightly dull eyes, his face turned redder, but he was still stubborn and asked: "What are you looking at? Keep talking about your story!"

Eh?

Su Liang was confused.

As soon as he wanted to ask her why she was pinching him, she was frightened back by this 'scold'.

He had no choice but to continue: "No matter who loses or wins between these two people, it won't be too easy. There will naturally be a lot of things exposed, so it won't be difficult to fight... Therefore, there is a high probability that they will put their methods last." , use it on you or me.”

"I guess this method has something to do with her Divine Ability that she has comprehended in all four realms..."

"No?"

"Gone."

Chen Huaiyu nodded: "I think so too."

Su Liang: ( ̄_, ̄ )

"?"

"I think you're right!"

"snort."

After a small fight, the shielding formation was quietly lifted.

Maybe Liu Bairong herself didn't expect that just a few dozen breaths after Zhu Huarong shouted to admit defeat, someone would analyze all her methods.

Not even that different.

Indeed, Zhu Huarong, who understands literary courage, restrains her Divine Ability to a certain extent.

When she came to Dongzhou this time, she had reached such a cooperation with Hokusai Academy by chance. She had to ensure that the golden lotus seeds were foolproof.

If she could bring back a seven-level warlock to the Liu family who would take orders from her, then her potential as the head of the family would be further enhanced and her competitiveness would be raised to a higher level.

This is important.

She knew well that as a woman, there would be consequences if she failed in this cruel competition.

It's just a bargaining chip for marriage.

The fourth competition will begin soon.

Zhou Yun fights against Hong Yunlan, the saint of Frost Snow Palace.

The latter is also the youngest saint candidate in the records of Frost and Snow Palace.

Luo Miaojin told Hong Yunlan, who was about to play, "Don't be careless."

The latter nodded slightly, understanding.

In the main stand, Yu Qingmiao looked at Hong Yunlan with scrutiny, then glanced at Luo Miaojin, feeling unhappy, and then a message fell into the mind of Zhou Yun, who was already on the stage.

"I'll deal with her hard in a while, so that your senior brother can have some vent."

Zhou Yun, who was quietly recuperating, was stunned.

This voice feels a bit familiar.

Immediately, his eyes moved, and finally he looked towards the main stand. After meeting Yu Qingmiao's eyes, he suddenly didn't know what to say.

He really is Master Jade...

Everyone in the sect basically knew about Shuangxue Palace's previous back-and-forth operations, and they were all indignant and displeased. However, the leader of the whole sect was none other than the master of Yuhua Peak.

Zhou Yun nodded towards her as an agreement.

Coincidentally, he was also one of the angry young people.

After a while, Hong Yunlan appeared.

Despite her cold appearance, she does contain beauty and charm. Her skin is as white as snow and her eyes are as clear as lake water in a glacier, making her look like an iceberg beauty.

The two sides quickly got ready, and the final game of eight into four began.

Zhou Yun took out a blue flying sword and gently stroked the blade.

He is twenty-two years old.

At the age of twelve, he reached the nine levels of perfection in the first realm. Then, until he was eighteen years old, he still failed to understand the Universal Truth and could only step into the second realm with regret.

After the second level, he did not refine a single Grotto-Heaven like an ordinary swordsman, but spent two years developing eight Grotto-Heavens. It was also a big sensation at the time, but it stopped there.

He was reluctant to open the eighth Grotto-Heaven. He once tried to open the ninth Grotto-Heaven, but he couldn't even detect the slightest opportunity.

A genius is like a crucian carp crossing a river. If you can't fight for the upper reaches, there is no point.

Therefore, Zhou Yun no longer hesitated like Yi Jing and chose to move forward calmly.

It was at this time that he understood the meaning of the flowing sword, and took the artistic conception of "drops of water piercing the stone", and the sword's meaning was natural.

Buzz!

The sound of the sword sounded, like running water, and occasionally the sound of cracking rocks, squeezing towards Hong Yunlan from all directions.

There is no sword light, no sword energy, only... flowing water everywhere, real flowing water.

Forgot to mention, he Zhou Yun... is the genius of his generation who has Innate water spirit root and water spirit body!

Why can't I just let you act cool?

The sound of gurgling water continued.

Waves of water poured out from all directions of the competition platform. Under the pull of the sword, they blocked the sky and the sun, and gathered into huge waves. Two by two, they merged to form a semicircular water ball, wrapping him and Hong Yunlan in it.

The sword's intent was fierce, and the waves were stirred up, and the waves jumped up and started to beat.

"Falling flowers and flowing water."

"rise."