The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Chapter 271 I’ll punish you by kneeling down to try.
"Senior Brother!!"

Hua Rong saw her master leaving angrily. After a while, she dared to open the door and run in, "What...what did you say to the master?"

"Master, is this punishing you to kneel down?"

Han Mo stretched out his hand, used the power of his heart to release the restraints on his body, straightened his neck, looked up at him with a gloomy face and said, "I'm fine, senior brother, please go back first."

"How do you think it's okay?" Hua Rong was frightened by his cold appearance. It had been many days since he had been in the mountain, and this was the first time he had seen Junior Brother Hanmo's true face beneath his kind face.

"You... don't blame the master for being angry. The master is discussing something in the Feng Lingxuan Hall today. He heard that Master Ning Shang interfered with it, so he got angry."

"But don't worry, junior brother, the master must be angry with Mr. Ning Shang, not you. It will be over in a few days."

Han Mo lowered his cold white forehead, lowered his eyes and stared at the ground without saying a word.The inaccessible aura of indifference emanating from her body made Huarong's words choke in her throat.

"division……"

Alas, Hua Rong sighed, turned around and walked out. Junior Brother's stubborn temper will probably lead to suffering in the future.

……

in a few days

On the top of Fenglingxuan Mountain

Murong Feng took the unsheathed long sword back into his hand and neatly inserted it back into the scabbard. He turned around and looked over, "Junior Sister, is your injury okay?"

Miaoyuan sat on the ground meditating, controlling the power of her heart in her hands, and quickly hit the branch a hundred meters away. After knocking down the bright red and sweet fruit, she opened her eyes.

"I'm fine, senior brother. I've been lying down for many days. If I don't get up and move my muscles, I'm afraid my hand will give birth."

"Junior sister, the power of this spell has increased, and the power to control the power of the heart has also become much stronger. It is true that as the senior brother said, you have extremely strong understanding and talent in this aspect."

"Senior Brother Yu Heng praised me."

Miaoyuan stood up slowly, breathing in the fresh air at the tip of her nose, feeling the broad view of the mountains, and said happily: "Brother, didn't you say that the master will arrange for you to go down the mountain in the next two days? Is this a thing?" "

"Yes..." Murong Feng held the sword and folded his arms in front of his chest, and he began to feel strange.

It stands to reason that this was something mentioned two days ago, so why has there been no movement until today?

"Could it be that Senior Brother Yu Heng has already been asked to do it, but Senior Brother Yu Heng hasn't had time to tell you yet?"

"It shouldn't be," Murong Feng shook his head. Today he saw his senior brother. If the senior brother was asked to do this task, the senior brother should tell him.

But when senior brother saw him today, he asked a few questions about junior sister Miaoyuan, but didn't tell him about the mission at all.

Miaoyuan walked forward, holding the Fei green jade medal of closed disciples at her waist, shaking it boredly and said: "Senior brother, why don't we go ask the master? It happened that I haven't gone to see the master yet after I recovered from my injury."

Murong Feng put down his sword, nodded and looked at her and said, "Okay, let's go to the main hall."

"Okay, I don't know what my aunt has been doing these days. I haven't seen her yet."

"What a coincidence, I haven't seen Master Ning Shang for several days."

"What?" Miaoyuan followed him towards the main hall, and said with some surprise and confusion: "You haven't seen my aunt either? Is it possible that my aunt hasn't been teaching in the past few days?"

"I haven't taught any lessons. I have been taught by several other teachers these past few days."

"How? What about my aunt?"

Murong Feng walked in a hurry, fearing that she would be worried, so he couldn't help but said: "Junior sister, don't worry, Master Ning Shang may have other things to be busy with. After we meet the master, we can ask Senior Brother Yu Heng." ”

"Okay, senior brother Yu Heng will definitely know where my aunt has gone."

"Ah."

The two of them went down the mountain together and rushed to Feng Lingxuan's main hall.

At that time, it was approaching noon.The disciples on each hilltop had just finished class, and no matter whether it was in the southeast, northwest, or in all directions, some chirping and noisy sounds could be heard.

Coincidentally, Elder Hua from Muzhen Mountain has a free day today and is now taking several proud closed disciples to Xiangyu Mountain to compete with several closed disciples under Elder Chu's sect, with the intention of learning from each other's strengths and making progress together.

Chu Mengcheng was very protective of his disciples. He didn't care about his disciples when he painted Qin Yan, but he still cared about them.

Therefore, he suggested: "Just stop it."

Hua Qinyan said calmly and decisively rejected him: "What is a point-to-point? What is not a point-to-point?" "Competition. If there is no comparison, how can we know the gap between them?"

“Could it be that just by touching them, you’ll know who loses and who wins, who’s higher and who’s lower?!”

Chu Mengcheng's face wrinkled when he heard this, and he looked at him with a grimace and said: "Elder, what are you talking about? We are all brothers in the same sect. We can compete with each other and decide who is the best. Why bother with so many things?" "

"If you don't worry so much, how can you know their shortcomings?"

"That's no more competition!" Chu Mengcheng walked up to his disciples, stretched out his hands to protect them tightly, for fear that they would be injured, and looked like a protector who would not allow them to go out to compete. People looked at it funny.

"Master, why don't you compete?" The little fairy behind him was arrogant and arrogant, and he was bound to frustrate their Mugashan's spirit.

Yao Sheng also shook her head slightly and advised in a low voice: "Yes, master, you can't say angry words at this time."

They posted the battle post at Mujin Mountain, and they picked up the post at Xiangyu Mountain.There is no reason why the front foot accepts the post and challenges, but the back foot cannot compete.

If the sect leader finds out about this, he doesn't know how to scold their master.

Bai Ying, the eldest prince of the Fox clan, walked out from behind Chu Mengcheng, bowed and saluted, "How do you want to compete, Elder Hua? All the disciples will accompany you."

"Bai Ying!!" Chu Mengcheng angrily rolled his sleeves and turned to glare at him, this damn brat, didn't you hear what he said just now that he couldn't compete? He dared to disobey his master's order.

Hua Qinyan glanced at him, then turned to point at the people behind him and said, "One on one, as long as you win, you can leave."

"What if we lose?"

"If they lose, they leave."

They are naturally a few closed disciples under his sect.It's simple to say, whoever wins can leave this place.Whoever loses stays.

It just so happened that Elder Chu had three closed disciples. Coincidentally, Elder Hua also had three closed disciples.

Without saying a word, Bai Ying walked over and saluted Long Sheng, "Senior Brother Long Sheng, in that case, let's get started."

If the fight is finished early, he can go back and lie down early.

That being the case, there is nothing to refuse.

Seeing this, Yao Sheng also strode over and saluted Huarong, "Senior brother, please give me some advice."

"Yao Sheng!!" Chu Mengcheng instantly felt pain in his chest. Everyone simply ignored him.

Can't they still see that the elder painting here is coming with bad intentions, and they will definitely suffer the consequences later.

Huarong nodded and returned the courtesy politely, "You're welcome, Junior Brother Yaosheng. You and I are both brothers in the same sect. That's all."

"nature."

"But..." Hua Rong thought of something, looked at Han Mo who was silent and asked worriedly: "Master, who will the junior brother compete with?"

It can't be that noble little fairy.

"Don't you still have me?" Yuxi pushed away his master's hand and walked out, his face full of arrogance and dignity, and his whole body was indescribably noble.

"I'll compete with him."

Yu Xi looked at Han Mo with disdain and contempt in his eyes, as if Han Mo's cultivation skills were not worth mentioning in his eyes.

Chu Mengcheng slapped his head angrily, "Oh, my ancestors, you are really going to make me mad."

They all said there was no need to compete, but they were still rushing to compete one by one. It was true.

Hua Qinyan turned his head, glanced at Han Mo, and said in a tone of voice, "If you compete with him, you can only win, not lose."

"Master?!" Hua Rong looked up at him in surprise, not understanding why the master was so strict with Junior Brother Hanmo.

The master had never said such harsh and strong words to him or Senior Brother Long Sheng.Besides, the junior brother is just injured, and he has been studying the sect's swordsmanship day and night these past few days, and has not had a good rest. How can he have so much energy to fight against the junior brother Yuxi.

Han Mo lowered his body and saluted, "Yes, I will obey my master's orders."

"Senior brother?!"

(End of this chapter)