Arrogant little princess

Time flies, and four years pass by.

Overlooked from the air, the Misty Fairy Peak is like a fairyland, covered in a vast aura, green everywhere, and exotic flowers and herbs growing on every mountain wall.

The diffuse mist surrounds the red-golden palaces, Qionglou stands everywhere, the peaks open and close, and a thirteen-story pagoda is loomingly buried in the mist of Baiyun Mountain.

A green bead on the top of the pagoda radiates colorful rays of light in the vast morning glow.

On the back mountain of Piaomiao Xianfeng, there is a clear stream flowing down the mountain, like a silver chain flying from the sky, carved naturally without any artificiality.

The mountain wind blows.

It is March when the grass grows and the warbler flies.

Thick mountain fog enveloped this side.

Suddenly, a lotus root white jade arm passed through Qingxi, revealing a small fist.

There was a loud sound of water, a figure grabbed the white shirt by the stream and wrapped it up, and immediately sat down on the raised black stone by the stream.

Flicking the black silky hair, the water drops disappeared instantly, and the satin-like hair fell behind, rippling slightly with the wind.

She was only thirteen or fourteen years old, exuding a clean and refreshing breath, with a slender body and bones, and her waist was not full.

After four years, the small face that hadn't opened yet showed a beautiful and enchanting outline.

If the previous appearance seemed to be covered with a layer of miasma, then what was revealed after it faded away was a rather delicate and charming little face.

The skin that can be broken by blows and bullets, a pair of almond eyes, and a little bit of red lips, frown and smile, seem to want to suck people into the black abyss, and it will be difficult to extricate themselves for a long time.

He stretched out his hand and clicked on the magic mask, and it immediately turned into a large version of the black-faced pot head. When he took a photo on the water, the corners of Xuanhuang's mouth twitched. After four years of looking at it, he was still not used to this image.

As soon as the clothes were gathered up and the belt was fastened, there was a loud bang, two shadows in the sky, one golden and one white, were entangled and slammed into the stream behind Xuanhuang.

Xuanhuang suddenly raised his hand, and erected a water-colored transparent screen behind him, blocking the rushing stream behind this protective barrier.

Without even looking at the two entangled in the water and fighting each other, he bent down and grabbed the backpack by the stream, swung it over his shoulder, and strode away.

"You f*cking three-legged cat beat my handsome face like a fairy??" A furious roar came from behind.

Another uncompromising angry cry sounded, "I'll beat you if you die, I'll beat you! Beat you until you're deformed!"

"Boom, boom—" The louder sound of water was intertwined with shouts and curses, jumping around, ruining the tranquility of the afternoon.

Xuanhuang turned a deaf ear and left.

"Heavenly hell, hello!"

"unbelievable!"

"Good, good!" Xuanhuang walked all the way, like a head-long, kept raising his hands, and kept saying hello to the brothers around him, "Hello, senior brother Zhao. Hello, senior brother Yang, good, good! Everyone is good."

"Did you see that? That's Shizun's beloved disciple, Ni Tian, ​​a 13-year-old [-]-star Martial Ancestor who just broke through two months ago. Don't mess with her if you have nothing to do. , don’t blame me for not reminding you when the time comes, you won’t be able to eat and walk around.” A young disciple in green gently pointed out the dozen or so juniors and younger sisters beside him.

These dozen or so people are not very familiar with Xuanhuang's situation. They entered Kunlun three years ago, and their talents are quite good. They have recently graduated and just entered the Green Clothes School not long ago.

It is not as humble as those disciples who have been in the door for a long time and have seen a lot of geniuses. They are more rebellious and self-admired.

A mere Xuanhuang, really didn't put it in their eyes.

When I was studying at the Kunlun Academy of Haomiao Peak, I often heard other students mention enviously that there was a genius named Nitian who was brought to Qingfeng Ridge of Piaomiao Xianfeng by his master and uncle to train him personally.

This sky-defying classmate is obviously different from ordinary disciples like them.

This made the proud and arrogant them very dissatisfied.

One of the girls in green rolled her eyes and laughed sarcastically, "It's just a peak twelve-star martial arts sect with mediocre talent. Anyone among us, if master and uncle give pointers in person, after a few years, that's no problem. It's not just this ordinary achievement, maybe it broke through to the heavens early in the morning."

In fact, Xuanhuang has heard this sour tone a long time ago. Since coming to the main peak, Piaomiaoxianfeng, there are many brothers who are warm and friendly to her. Of course, there are also a few who are jealous and belittle her all day long.

She knows best how her own martial arts cultivation has grown.

The biggest achievement in the past four years is that the Mysterious Heart Technique has broken through to the sixth level for her. Combined with the Heaven-shocking Art passed down by Haotian, the two inner strength and mind techniques are inexplicably integrated and complement each other.Although Shocking Sky Jue is a latecomer to learn, its growth rate is not weaker than Xuanxin Miaofa, and it has also entered the sixth stage.

If it is said that the function of Xuanxin Miaofa is to improve the defensive element, then the Shocking Art is to increase the offensive element.

After breaking through the sixth level of Xuanxin Miaofa, her qi shield was strengthened again and could be condensed into a powerful protective wall.

As for the improvement of cultivation base, it is actually not too slow.

However, it is unlikely to go to Heaven Realm in the short term.

Xuanhuang knew her own business in her heart, since the two upper left ribs were broken, now as soon as she entered the inner vision, she could see Xuanhuang's army concentrated fire on the upper right pipe.

It is estimated that only by breaking the blocked veins on the upper right can there be another big improvement, and then it is estimated that it will be able to run to the heavenly realm.

But this time the impact is obviously more difficult than the first two, and it is likely that one will be stronger than the other in the future, and the internal strength required is definitely not on the same level.

Xuanhuang is not in a hurry, stability is the most important thing right now.

Most people can only increase one star level in a few years, but Xuanhuang, since breaking through the second sealed tendon on the upper left, has soared all the way to the peak of the twelve-star Martial Ancestor, surpassing more than ten star levels. This kind of talent is still called mediocre, and there are no geniuses on the mainland.

There are very few 13-year-old Twelve-Star Martial Ancestors at their peak.

Xiao Yunchen, the number one genius in the mainland, is a 16-year-old ten-star warrior in the heavenly realm, the object everyone looks up to, with glory and power all in one.

Who knew that in another three years, Huang'er would surpass his terrifying level and become another little monster?

To be proud and arrogant is a good thing that can promote oneself to a certain extent, but one's own strength is not very good, but one's eyes are higher than the top and look down on others, then it is pretending to be B.

Xuanhuang didn't point it out, let alone ignored it, humming a little tune, and walked briskly to her small bamboo garden on Qingfeng Ridge.

The Little Bamboo Garden was originally owned by my uncle, and its structure is similar to the bamboo forest and flower sea on Haomiao Peak, but its area is larger than that, and the exotic flowers and plants planted grow more extensively because of the strong aura on Piaomiao Xianfeng.

Huang'er likes this place, she coquettishly snatched it from her uncle, and now it's her nest, her village, her...