The Demon Sect assigned ladies, and I drew the Righteous Fairy

Chapter 185 She Really Has Feelings for Fang Yang
The next day.

Tanglian Peak.

Above the fighting arena, colorful clouds and fireworks filled the sky.

Dozens of female disciples in colorful skirts were dancing with swords in the air, their figures swaying and as ethereal as smoke.

The disciples and guests below cheered loudly and the atmosphere was lively.

Today, the Qingtang Sword Sect's direct disciple competition is about to come to an end. Before the drawing of lots begins, the Qingtang Sword Sect has specially prepared various performances to liven up the fun.

Lin Su sat in the first row of the podium, next to him was Li Chengshi, and below him were Mo Wentian, Tang Yulong and Xia Zichen.

Below them are representatives from other orthodox sects.

On the other side of the platform were the elders and disciples of the Qingtang Sword Sect.

Qin Xueyan was sitting in the center of the disciples, her face still sullen, and she turned a blind eye to the spectacular performance in the sky.

Yun Feihong sat beside her, secretly glancing at her from time to time with extremely complicated eyes.

Yu Caifeng stared blankly at the disciples sitting in the distance, and Feng Paner who was happily clapping and watching the performance.

After the performance above the fighting arena ended, Yu Caifeng withdrew her gaze and subconsciously turned her head to look at Feng Tianxun who was sitting above.

The two people's eyes met for a moment, and they both hid the bitterness in their hearts.

The affair between a master and his disciple was already unacceptable in the orthodox ethics, not to mention that they had a daughter.

As a result, her daughter had to be secretly sent away as soon as she was born, disguised as an abandoned baby, and was picked up by Lin Su and sent to Biyue Peak.

Over the years, the two could only watch their daughter from afar, not daring to say a word.

The name Feng Pan'er was given by Feng Tianxun and placed on his daughter's swaddling clothes. Feng is taken from "Feng" and "Pan'er" means that parents watch their children quietly every day, hoping to recognize them one day.

Thinking of this, Yu Caifeng couldn't help feeling sad.

"Sister Yu, what's wrong with you?"

Luo Linger noticed Yu Caifeng's abnormality and asked softly.

Yu Caifeng's heart trembled, and she quickly said, "It's okay, why didn't Junior Sister Nangong come?"

Nangong Yan has not appeared today.

Luo Linger said softly, "It is said that he is not feeling well and is recuperating at Qingyang Peak."

At this time, there was a burst of noise below, and the first round of draws for the day began.

In the drawing array, the names of the last dozen or so disciples flashed rapidly, and finally two by two were stuck together.

The two names in the first row are: Fang Yang and Chen Wei.

"Senior Brother Chen from Zhijian Peak!"

"This is the strongest player with the highest odds in the handicap!"

"Fuck, can you say the opening of the market so loudly?"

"If Guo Zhen is the most talented of the younger generation at Zhijian Peak, then Chen Wei is the most powerful!"

"Chen Wei's most powerful weapon is the Breaking Magic Sword in his hand. It is a sixth-grade immortal sword that can break all kinds of weapons with one sword. It is just the right weapon to restrain Fang Yang's Sea of ​​Magical Weapons!"

Countless people turned their eyes to a thin man with a zombie-like face.

He is Chen Wei from Zhijian Peak. He has an ordinary appearance and it is said that no one has ever seen him smile.

Chen Wei held a pitch-black long sword in his hand. Like Chen Wei, the sword looked ordinary in appearance, but was actually very powerful.

The sixth-grade immortal sword, the sword that breaks magic.

A single sword could break the magical weapons of all sects and was the nightmare of all weapon refiners.

In people's eyes, Fang Yang was only at the eighth level of foundation building, and all he relied on were the many magical instruments given to him by Qin Xueyan.

But now he has met Chen Wei, who is good at countering magical weapons. This is really bad luck.

"Haha, he deserves it! Who told him to go through the back door!"

"I can't wait to see this guy get beaten up by Senior Brother Chen!"

In the first round, Fang Yang eliminated Guo Zhen with the magic weapon given by Qin Xueyan, which caused dissatisfaction among many disciples.

Now that he was about to be unlucky, everyone was very excited. After the drawing of lots, the first competition began.

Fang Yang and Chen Wei stepped into the field at the same time.

Chen Wei had a blank expression on his face. He didn't even look at Fang Yang with his cold eyes. He spoke indifferently:
"Use your magic weapon."

Yun Feihong said to Qin Xueyan: "Senior Sister, it seems that your most beloved disciple is going to lose."

Yun Feihong's voice was full of sourness and resentment, especially the word "disciple", which was filled with reluctance and mockery.

But Qin Xueyan ignored him and her whole attention was on Fang Yang.

Looking at Fang Yang standing lazily in the field, Qin Xueyan snorted:
"Always so dishonest."

Although it seemed as if he was blaming her, the corners of his mouth were actually raised, and his eyebrows were curved, revealing a rare gentleness and a hint of charm.

Yun Feihong was stunned.

He had never seen Senior Sister Qin in such a posture before. She looked like a blooming snow lotus, extremely beautiful.

However, Qin Xueyan only bloomed for a moment before she subsided and returned to her cold and indifferent appearance.

Yun Feihong clenched his fists so tightly that his teeth were almost broken.

really!

Senior Sister Qin really has feelings for Fang Yang!

why?
why? !

I have been pursuing you for so many years, but you didn't even look at me, and now you are having an affair with a little thief from the Demon Sect!
Bitch! Bitch!
I will pull you down from the altar and make you kneel on the ground and beg me!
Yun Feihong was burning with jealousy, and endless resentment surged in his heart.

The deeper his love for Qin Xueyan was in the past, the heavier the resentment he felt at this moment.

Yun Feihong sent a message to Chen Wei: "Junior Brother Chen, kill him! Kill Fang Yang!"

A hint of surprise appeared on Chen Wei's stiff face.

In the competition for direct disciples, it is not allowed to interfere with or guide the disciples competing in the field.

Yun Feihong's action has violated the sect rules.

At this time, Fang Yang on the opposite side was smiling and answering: "Brother Chen, don't worry, you will be able to see my magic weapon when we fight."

"Kill Fang Yang, and I will ensure that you are safe! I can give you all the resources of Zhijian Peak's direct disciple!"

Yun Feihong's eyes were red as he continued to transmit the message.

Chen Wei was immediately excited. He was devoted to cultivation and what he valued most were cultivation resources. If Yun Feihong was willing to give him all his resources, that would be what he had always dreamed of.

"Yes, senior brother!"

Chen Wei replied in a voice transmission, and then spoke coldly:
"Brother Fang, swords have no eyes, so be careful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Wei swung the sword in his hand, and a dark sword light shot straight towards Fang Yang.

The sword light was extremely condensed and as fast as lightning. Before the people around could even exclaim, it had already arrived in front of Fang Yang!
More than a hundred magical weapons suddenly appeared in front of Fang Yang, but were instantly broken through by the black sword light.

The next moment, the sword light had already cut Fang Yang!
"Wow!!"

“Is it over?!”

"You're not going to die, are you?"

The disciples who were watching the fight were all horrified. They indeed looked down on Fang Yang for taking the back door, but they did not want him to die.

Besides, he was the apprentice of the senior sister. If he really died, it would be a bad ending.

Qin Xueyan's expression was calm, but a faint blush appeared on her beautiful face.

Below, Fang Yang was not hit. He held a snow-white long sword in his hand. With a slight movement of the sword, he dispersed the black sword light.

"What kind of sword is this?"

"How is it possible that he easily broke the sword energy of the Breaking Law Sword?!"

The next moment, the snow-white sword in Fang Yang's hand emitted a faint light, and two words appeared on both sides of the hilt.

Snow, Yang.

(End of this chapter)