The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Chapter 582: Someone is sparring in this game
"she…"

"Who is she calling?"

Everyone was inexplicably surprised and couldn't help but talk about it. Could it be that Junior Sister Miao Yuan was dazzled and hadn't woken up yet, so she mistook General Hei Chang for His Majesty the King of Hell?
Hei Chang nodded, "Go back to your seat and sit down."

Miao Yuan happily returned to her seat and sat down, feeling extremely happy. Great, it was my father who came in person.

Everyone was shocked again. What?! Not denying?! Could it be that the General Hei Chang in front of them was really the King of Hell in disguise?

This… this is jaw-dropping.

Ming Lan saw that Yan Yi's identity was exposed, and he didn't say much, but raised his glass and drank with everyone. "Everyone has worked hard, today is just a normal banquet, drink more and relax."

"Yes, Master/Master."

Miaoyuan held the small wine glass in front of her and took a few sips carefully. After drinking it, she found that it was a very sweet fruit wine, fragrant and sweet.

"Hmm~ delicious." Miao Yuan was delighted. It was her favorite flavor.

Murong Feng heard Miao Yuan's voice and turned to look at her, "As long as you like it, Junior Sister, I heard that this is the pomelo juice that General Yu brought specially from the Bird Feather Tribe..."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Miao Yuan couldn't help but started coughing, as if what she had just drunk was not juice but poison.

Kui Yin, who was sitting on the other side, frowned and looked at her, "What's wrong with you?"

Didn't you enjoy drinking just now?

"Ahem..." Miao Yuan coughed several times, shook her head, and smiled foolishly, "It's okay, it's okay."

The general of the Toba tribe? Would he be so kind? He even brought some delicious fruit wine from the Toba tribe.

Miao Yuan secretly looked at the person opposite her, but found that Yu Juncheng was looking at her openly, with a visible smile in his righteous eyes, as if he was laughing at her previous gaffe.

Miao Yuan: “…” What the hell, why is it so weird today.

Murong Feng asked her with concern: "Are you feeling better? Did you choke because you drank too quickly?"

"I'm fine, senior brother." Miao Yuan turned to look at Murong Feng, her eyebrows curved like a crescent moon, and she squeezed out a lovely smile.

No matter why he came here, it had nothing to do with her.

Murong Feng smiled at her and said, "Junior sister, I'm glad you're okay. This pomelo juice is a juice extracted from a fruit called pomelo. It is a unique product of the Bird Feather Tribe, just like the fresh tea of ​​your Ghost Tribe. It is unique. I heard that the people of the Bird Feather Tribe drink a cup of it every day after getting up, which makes them feel refreshed."

"Ahhh..." Miao Yuan responded perfunctorily.

The fresh spiritual tea of ​​their ghost clan is specially made from spiritual water and leaves picked from the peach wood source. How could it be compared with this mere grapefruit juice?

After three rounds of drinking, when everyone was a little tipsy, Minglan proposed a duel to test the skills of several of his disciples.

When Yuxi heard this, he immediately stood up, ready to try, "I——"

Come! Before the word came out, Yuxi was quickly pulled to sit down by Chu Mengcheng beside him.

"division……?"

Yuxi was about to speak when Chu Mengcheng glared at him: "Shut up, someone is going to play this round."

"Huh?" Yuxi was stunned. Looking at Chu Mengcheng's serious master, she wanted to ask what this meant. Who would go up? Who had the ability to defeat the great general Yu Juncheng of the Toray Clan?
"Why not--" Minglan spoke first. He looked around, taking in everyone's eager expressions, and finally his gaze fell on Miaoyuan who was happily drinking fruit wine.

"Shall my youngest disciple compete first?"

Miao Yuan immediately put down her wine glass, lowered her head and smiled secretly, "Kui Yin, I'm calling you..."

Hahaha, finally got a chance to embarrass Kui Yin. Let's see if he dares to be arrogant in the future. Kui Yin looked at her with a frown: "Do you want to see who is the youngest among us now?"

According to the time he joined the master's sect, he was indeed the youngest disciple. But according to height, Miao Yuan was the youngest now. And looking at Ming Lan's expression and the reactions of everyone present, Kui Yin could guess who was going to play.

Miao Yuan's smile froze for a moment. She looked up and found that everyone was looking at her. The pride in her heart suddenly disappeared.

Oh no, this wave is aimed at her.

Miao Yuan's face turned pale, and she stood up tremblingly, "Master, I can't beat General Yu!"

Even if she and Han Mo joined forces, they might not be able to beat him. Oh, no, Han Mo's cultivation has improved now, so he should be able to beat him. But she can't beat him... She is still very self-aware.

"It's okay, just exchange some ideas."

Miao Yuan: “…” Discuss?
Ming Lan looked at Yan Yi again and asked, "What does General Hei Chang think?"

Hei Chang picked up the wine glass in his hand, calm and composed, and said, "Then, let's have a discussion."

Miao Yuan: “…” Father, are you sure?

Murong Feng was so excited, "Junior sister, go quickly! General Yu has profound cultivation and superb archery skills, maybe he can give you some guidance."

"Yes, Master." Miao Yuan had no choice but to bow and accept the challenge. Forget it, since her father wanted her to fight, there was no reason for her not to go.

Walking to the center of the hall, everyone's attention was attracted by Miao Yuan's small figure. They either sympathized with her, admired her, watched her play, or envied her, but Miao Yuan didn't care.

Yu Juncheng stepped over the table, and his tall and mighty figure stood beside him. His imposing and dignified demeanor seemed to overwhelm Miao Yuan in terms of aura. On the other hand, Miao Yuan looked so small and frail that her legs didn't seem to be as long as Yu Juncheng's.

Perhaps feeling a little reluctant, Yu Juncheng took the lead in suggesting, "Does disciple Miaoyuan have anything he is good at? Maybe we can compete with each other?"

What are you good at? Miao Yuan asked herself, no. She had learned everything from swords, axes, jade hammers, and zithers since she was a child, but she didn't have anything special that she could show off.

So, forget it. It's not embarrassing.

Miao Yuan bowed her head and saluted, "I am not good at anything, may I ask what the general is best at?"

Since I have to lose anyway, I might as well choose something that Yu Juncheng is best at, then no one will say anything if I lose.

"Me?" Miao Yuan's question made Yu Juncheng laugh and cry. He originally wanted Miao Yuan to choose her best thing, and then he would deliberately lose to her so that he could give her the Yixiang Pearl as an excuse. But now Miao Yuan let him choose first, which was a bit beyond his expectation.

However, Yu Juncheng still asked uncertainly: "Are you sure you want me to choose first?"

Miao Yuan said in a loud voice, "Yes, my disciples are not proficient in any of the techniques, so it's okay for General Yu to choose them."

"Okay, let's compete in archery."

As soon as Yu Juncheng finished speaking, the hall was in an uproar.

"What? Comparing arrows?!"

"This is what General Yu is best at!"

"Yes, yes, Junior Sister Miaoyuan is confused. How could she let General Yu choose first?"

"Yeah, this isn't... isn't this just hitting a rock with an egg?"

"Alas, this game is definitely a loss!"

"Yes, there is no chance of winning at all."