After becoming the prince of the demon clan, the beautiful master pampers him every day

Chapter 117 Ling Jianfeng

Song Ling and the others discovered that after a short while, Chu Xinglan's face turned paler.

They probably also knew that Chu Xinglan had consumed too much of his spiritual energy in the sparring match with Senior Brother Qi Yu today, so they all shut up at that moment.

Song Ling rummaged through his Qiankun bag, pulled out a bottle of pills and threw it to Chu Xinglan.

"This is a pill for restoring consciousness. It should have some effect. Take it back and try it."

"If it works, I'll go back and make some more for you."

Chu Xinglan didn't bother to be polite with him and directly put it into his own bell.

"Then I'll go back first. You guys go back and discuss the exchange competition."

……

After returning to the back mountain, Chu Xinglan stuffed two pills into his mouth. He originally planned to meditate and practice for a while, but he ended up falling asleep while sitting.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already the next morning.

He looked at his wrinkled clothes, then at his master's soft big bed, and resigned himself to removing the quilt cover and taking out his own clothes to wash.

Then he casually ate a few bites of breakfast and walked towards Ling Jianfeng.

On the way, he met disciples who were going to morning classes, and they all spontaneously bowed and greeted him.

After he walked away, he could still hear the voices of those people talking, all of them were talking about what happened in the arena yesterday.

Chu Xinglan didn't expect that a competition could actually change most of his disciples' views of him, but this was obviously a good thing and he was happy to see it happen.

Ling Jianfeng, it was his first time here. Standing at the foot of the mountain, looking up, he saw the steep cliff that was basically 90 degrees.

Looking up, you can only see the hillside hidden behind the clouds.

What’s more, unlike the mountain behind, there is basically no green on this steep mountain, which looks very solemn and dignified at first glance.

Chu Xinglan looked around for a long time but couldn't find any way up the mountain.

He didn't have Qi Yu's contact number, so he had to send a message to Xun Wenguang asking him to pick him up, and then he waited patiently at the foot of the mountain.

A quarter of an hour later, Xun Wenguang came down the mountain leaping, and greeted Chu Xinglan happily when he saw him.

"Xinglan, are you okay?"

Chu Xinglan smiled and nodded: "Well, I feel much better after a night's rest. Did it delay your work?"

"No, the senior brother is back. He is the one leading the morning class today. I told him you were coming, and he happily let me pick you up."

"Let's go?"

Chu Xinglan nodded: "You lead the way, I'll follow you."

Xun Wenguang turned around, jumped, stepped on a bulge on the cliff, used the momentum to continue jumping up, and soon climbed halfway up the mountain.

Chu Xinglan also understood that it turned out that the cliff of Ling Jianfeng was similar to a climbing wall. The small protrusions were not obvious from a distance, so he did not notice them.

After remembering Xun Wenguang's landing point, Chu Xinglan followed him easily and jumped upwards. Judging from his speed, he was actually much faster than Xun Wenguang.

Xun Wenguang stood on a platform and looked back, and found that Chu Xinglan was able to navigate the cliff with ease.

He smiled and said, "Hehe, I knew this wouldn't be a problem for you. We're only a short distance away."

After saying that, seeing that Chu Xinglan was approaching him, he continued to climb.

Soon, both of them reached the summit.

Chu Xinglan only felt that his vision suddenly widened, and in front of him was a square. At this moment, disciples wearing Ling Jianfeng's disciple uniforms were practicing sword in the square.

Qi Yu was dressed in black, holding his sword and strolling around the square, occasionally pointing out one or two mistakes made by his disciples.

Of course, his instructions were very violent. Wherever there was a problem, the unsheathed sword would hit there.

Chu Xinglan had already seen that the disciple's sword fell from his hand because he could not bear the force, his face turned red, and then he was beaten again.

"..."

Xun Wenguang scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "Senior brother is a little strict, but he still teaches us very attentively."

Chu Xinglan looked at him and asked, "Were you beaten this morning too?"

Xun Wenguang blushed: "Well, I was the first one, but I didn't drop my sword."

At this time, Qi Yu also noticed the two of them and waved directly at Chu Xinglan.

"Come to morning class."

Xun Wenguang didn't dare to say a word. He trotted back to the team, drew his sword, and left Chu Xinglan standing there alone, somewhat at a loss.

Qi Yu frowned slightly, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and stand next to Xun Wenguang."

Chu Xinglan subconsciously took out his sword, ran to stand beside Xun Wenguang, and then began to swing the sword imitating his movements.

But he had not learned Ling Jianfeng's swordsmanship, so he was always a step behind, and he made gestures as if he was just playing.

Qi Yu couldn't bear to watch it, so he walked up to him and slapped his wrist with the sheath of his sword.

"Are you juggling here? Is that how you hold the sword?"

When Qi Yu said this, all the disciples who were originally curious about how Chu Xinglan came here looked over.

Ever since Chu Xinglan entered Cangqiong Mountain, even if Sang Yunqi took him there, they basically let him roam free. He had never experienced such a scene.

Moreover, as for Chen Xiu and the others, even Xu Zhuo was usually very kind to him, and it was the first time that he felt the authority of his senior brother.

He felt a little embarrassed and a little curious.

"I'm sorry, Senior Brother, I haven't learned this sword technique."

Qi Yu looked at him silently for a while, then walked directly to the front of the team.

"I will now demonstrate the Ling Xiao Sword Technique. Please watch carefully."

After saying that, Qi Yu drew his sword and began to demonstrate it seriously.

The entire set of Lingxiao swordsmanship consists of thirteen moves, and Chu Xinglan watched it very seriously.

In his eyes, Qi Yu no longer seemed to be demonstrating sword moves, but rather dancing with a sword. His movements were smooth and graceful, like a swimming dragon, and his whole body carried a fierce murderous aura that could not be ignored.

With a sweep of the sword, a deep sword mark appeared on the ground. Chu Xinglan noticed that the cross-section of the split stone was very smooth.

After the last move, Qi Yu put away his sword, and warm applause broke out in the venue. Every disciple's eyes were filled with unconcealable admiration.

After all this, Qi Yu's aura did not change, and he looked at everyone with a cold face.

"What's all the fuss about? Line up!"

Soon, the disciples in the square began to practice sword fighting in an orderly manner, and everyone was very serious.

It’s not that no one wants to slack off, but they really don’t dare to do so under Qi Yu’s nose.

Chu Xinglan has always had a good memory and high comprehension. After trying a few times, he was able to practice it quite well, making the disciples around him jealous.

Seeing that the sword energy he swung was stronger than his own, Xun Wenguang couldn't help but whispered, "Xinglan, is this really your first time practicing Lingxiao Sword Technique?"

Chu Xinglan was seriously thinking about one of the moves just now, and did not hear Xun Wenguang's words clearly, so he looked at him in confusion.

"what?"