Martial Arts Crossover: My master tricked Huang Rong into becoming my wife!

Amidst the misty spray, Chen Yanzhou, dragging his heavy black iron sword, emerged step by step from the waterfall.

The soaked coarse cloth long shirt clung tightly to the body, like a layer of chewy gum that couldn't be shaken off—sticky, heavy, and making it hard to breathe.

"Huff... huff..."

Chen Yanzhou was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently. He walked to the side and casually stuck the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword into the ground.

With a soft thud, the sword sank three-tenths of an inch into the ground, standing perfectly straight.

"This is fucking awful."

Chen Yanzhou cursed under his breath, and without any hesitation, took off his hempen clothes, hung them on his shoulders, and sat down on the huge rock that was scorching hot in the sun, his upper body bare.

The sunlight poured down without any obstruction, illuminating his strong and muscular body.

Unlike those hard-working laborers with bulging muscles and veins, Chen Yanzhou's physique was almost excessively well-proportioned.

With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, the muscles in his back are as sharp as if carved by a knife and axe. With each breath, the inverted triangle-shaped back muscles contract slightly, full of explosive tension.

Turning around, his eight-pack abs were neatly arranged, like two rows of hard pebbles. Water droplets slid down the contours of his pectoral muscles, gathered in the grooves of his abdominal muscles, and finally disappeared into his waistband.

It gleamed with a bronze luster in the sunlight.

Not far away.

Huang Rong was holding the Qingguang Sword when her eyes widened the moment they fell on the naked body.

My gaze was drawn to him as if by a magnet, uncontrollably sliding from his broad shoulders, over his taut chest, and finally settling on the two rows of abdominal muscles that rose and fell with his breath.

grunt.

A clear swallowing sound rang in her ears.

Huang Rong froze, then suddenly came to her senses, feeling a surge of heat rush to the top of her head, her cheeks instantly burning hot.

"Is it pretty?"

A mocking voice drifted over.

Chen Yanzhou looked at her with a half-smile, his eyes full of mischief, completely devoid of the domineering aura he had displayed when wielding his sword just moments before.

"Who...who saw this!"

Huang Rong reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly bristling with anger. She turned her head away in a panic, instinctively covering her burning cheeks with her hands. "Shameless! You scoundrel! Taking off your clothes in broad daylight! It's indecent!"

"Please, get this straight."

Chen Yanzhou wrung out his still-dripping trouser leg, and said matter-of-factly, "This is my training uniform. If it's wet, am I supposed to take it off and wait to get heat rash?"

"You're just making excuses! You're a...scoundrel!"

Huang Rong turned her back to him and stubbornly retorted, but the scene from just now lingered in her mind. The image of water droplets sliding down the texture of her muscles was even more dazzling than the blooming peach blossoms on Peach Blossom Island.

Just then, she felt a tickle in her nose, and it seemed as if some warm liquid was flowing out.

He subconsciously reached out and wiped it.

The fingertips were covered in crimson.

Huang Rong stood there, stunned, her pupils dilating in shock.

This...this is...

"Oh?"

Behind them came Chen Yanzhou's exaggerated exclamation, "What's wrong? So hot-tempered? You got a nosebleed just from looking at me?"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Huang Rong was so ashamed and indignant that she wished she could disappear into the ground.

She frantically pulled out a handkerchief to cover her nose, her ears turning bright red as if they were about to bleed, her voice trembling: "This...this is because I ate snake meat, it made me a little hot!"

To make her argument more convincing, she turned around, glaring at Chen Yanzhou with her large, watery eyes, trying to intimidate him with her imposing manner: "What's it to you! Don't flatter yourself! With your skinny frame, even looking at you is uncomfortable for me!"

However, the blood seeping between her fingers and her face, as red as a ripe apple, were hardly convincing.

Chen Yanzhou couldn't help but laugh at her fierce but cowardly appearance.

He didn't expose him, but simply leaned back, supporting himself with his hands behind him, stretching out his body to let the sunlight shine on him more evenly.

Chen Yanzhou said lazily, "If you want to watch, then watch openly. I'm not charging you."

"Pah! Who cares!"

Huang Rong spat and quickly turned around, her back to Chen Yanzhou.

Chen Yanzhou didn't reply, but instead wrung out his wet trouser leg.

Huang Rong had her back to him, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, her heart pounding like a rabbit's.

The burning sensation didn't subside; instead, it spread down my neck to my ears.

"You stinking beggar... what's so interesting about that..."

That's what they say, but human curiosity is like a cat's claws scratching at your heart.

Since he said it's free, then... there's no harm in taking another look, right? Just one look, to see if this scoundrel is dressed properly, so I don't get a sty later when I turn around.

Huang Rong took a deep breath and mentally prepared herself.

She pretended to tidy up the stray hairs at her temples, turned her body slightly to the side, and secretly glanced behind her like a thief.

That glance met a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but weren't.

Chen Yanzhou was carrying the still-dripping linen shirt in his hand, not wearing it, just casually draped it over his shoulder.

He tilted his head, a playful smile on his lips, and stared intently at Huang Rong, who was peeping at him.

Eyes facing each other.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Huang Rong's body suddenly stiffened, feeling like a child caught stealing candy, so embarrassed that she could dig a three-bedroom apartment out of the ground with her toes.

Chen Yanzhou raised an eyebrow, his irritating voice drifting over, "Did you see clearly this time? Want me to come closer so you can count how many pieces there are?"

As he spoke, he actually took a step forward and deliberately puffed out his chest.

Huang Rong felt a buzzing in her head, and her pretty face instantly turned so red it was almost bleeding, even her slender neck was tinged with pink.

"Who...who was looking at you!"

She jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, stammering, "I...I was looking at the waterfall! Don't flatter yourself!"

"Oh—we're looking at the waterfall."

Chen Yanzhou drawled out the last syllable, his gaze sweeping playfully over her still slightly trembling fingertips. He smiled pointedly, "Isn't your gaze a little off? Can your eyes even bend?"

"you!"

Huang Rong was furious, both ashamed and angry, but she couldn't find any words to refute him.

Faced with this scoundrel, her sharp tongue seemed to have lost its effectiveness.

"I'm not talking to you anymore!"

Huang Rong stomped her foot angrily, grabbed the Green Light Sword from the ground, turned and ran, "I'm sleepy! I'm going back to take a nap! Don't bother me unless it's important!"

Before the words were even finished, the figure in blue had already turned into a gust of wind and fled back to the cave as if escaping.

That figure, no matter how you look at it, exudes an air of panicked escape.

"Slow down, be careful not to fall!"

Chen Yanzhou shouted from behind, and watching the figure hurriedly scramble into the hole, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Hahaha!"

The eagle not far away cooed twice in dissatisfaction, flapped its wings, and shifted its rear end.

After laughing enough, Chen Yanzhou looked away and glanced down at his own well-built muscles.

"Still being stubborn."

He reached out and patted his firm abs, making a crisp slapping sound, and felt quite satisfied.

He quickly pulled his thoughts back to the heavy black iron sword beside him. Right now, he was still only at the stage of "overpowering others with force".

To truly master this sword, brute force alone is not enough.

If Yang Guo could comprehend the Xuan Tie Sword Technique, he might be able to as well. Just as he was thinking this, his gaze fell on the Divine Condor not far away.