Being a woman of high status, I give everything just to live

"Senior Sister An..." Yi Muxuan looked at An Yun with some worry.

"Don't worry, Junior Brother, I am just sparring with Miss Ye." An Yun said so, but the look in her eyes did not show any intention of sparring with the person in front of her, but rather a life-and-death duel.

Not to mention Ye Yushan, with a disdainful look in her eyes, she wanted to tear her to pieces in the next second.

"Ye Yushan, the sparring should be stopped at a certain point, and you should not use some improper means to hurt others." Yi Muxuan looked at her again, and her displeasure was even greater than before.

Si Xun, who was not far behind, had a full view of everything that happened and secretly glanced at the young palace master.

His attitude was very obvious, defending the black-clothed woman and hating Ye Yushan.

But this disgust was very meaningful. Just now, he hesitated and wanted to accept the red ginseng fruit.

In this short period of time, Si Xun felt that the black-clothed woman was very thoughtful.

Every word was to put himself on the moral high ground and roast Ye Yushan on the fire.

"Can't you see?" Si Xun looked at Ye Yushan with a pair of foxy eyes, and then looked at the little palace master in white, and he understood in his heart.

This guy is just a dog, and his cleverness has never been put on Yi Muxuan.

At that time, she saw clearly that I was playing some tricks, but now when it comes to this so-called little palace master, I don't need to use my brain at all.

"Daughter."

Si Xun saw Qing Mu flash forward, and Si Xun had to follow him no matter how reluctant he was. The two of them protected Ye Yushan.

Before he got rid of control, the dead guy must not be injured or anything happened, otherwise he might be miserable.

"Ye Yushan, what are you going to do?"

"I tell you, this is Tianyu White Palace, not your palace."

Seeing Qing Mu and Si Xun coming, Yi Muxuan also came to An Yun's side and looked at the three coldly.

It would have been better if he didn't look at it, but he noticed Si Xun as soon as he saw it.

She was wearing a black suit that fit her perfectly and showed off her perfect figure. She had cherry-like lips, silver hair and charming eyes. Her eyes were red and she looked like a fox.

Even a man like him thought that this person was extremely charming.

If even he thought so, let alone some of the female disciples present, some of them who were not strong-minded could hardly recover from their daze when they looked at that beautiful figure.

Just now, these female disciples were all focused on the fun of looking at Ye Yushan, and they had never noticed that there was such a beauty.

Now that they saw her, they felt that their souls had flown away.

"This man..." An Yun's eyes were full of expression, and her heart was pounding. She was really too beautiful.

But she quickly reacted and looked at Ye Yushan. She didn't know what she was thinking, and her eyes were full of jealousy and doubt.

You use such a beauty as a guard?

You don't want such a beauty, but you come here to please others?

But after thinking about it, An Yun seemed to understand. Who would complain about having too many beauties?

Yimuxuan has a good figure and good looks.

The main thing is his background, which this man can't compare with.

"Back off!" Ye Yushan looked at the two people standing in front of her and said coldly.

"Yes." Si Xun said nothing and retreated to the side with his dagger in his hand.

Qing Mu wanted to say something, but finally bowed and retreated.

"You are very dangerous." At this time, Yimuxuan suddenly stared at the boy and spoke.

This is his feeling. The unfamiliar guards around Ye Yushan gave him a strong sense of crisis.

"I want to spar with you, is it okay?"

"Hmm?" Hearing this sudden word, Si Xun's pupils changed slightly.

But before the boy answered, Ye Yushan smiled.

"Xuan'er wants to fight with him?"

Hearing this, Yimuxuan nodded to her for the first time.

"Of course you can." Seeing this, Ye Yushan was overjoyed, and then said majestically to the boy behind him.

"But you didn't understand?"

"Yes, Princess." Si Xun was respectful on the surface, but in his heart he really wanted to kill her with a sword.

"Maybe you are confused, but I can feel that you can bring me equal and very strong pressure, and maybe there is an opportunity to help me break through the fourth level of the spirit." Yi Muxuan gave the reason why he wanted to find the boy to learn from him.

In fact, he didn't say one more thing, which was to avoid the conflict between An Yun and Ye Yushan.

No matter how you say it, Ye Yushan is a genuine fourth-level middle-stage spirit, so Yi Muxuan is worried that An Yun will be injured.

As for the boy, he admits that he is beautiful, but that's all.

As Ye Yushan's guard, a subordinate of the royal family, his fate and even his life are in the hands of others, and he will not grow up in the future. This is how his life will be, so he doesn't have to care about anything.

"Do you think of me as a whetstone?" Si Xun listened to this condescending tone, and a cold light flashed in his beautiful eyes, like moonlight sprinkled on a sharp blade.

"You know the consequences of hurting Xuan'er, little man."

Suddenly, a voice came from his ear, causing the boy's beautiful fox eyes to droop slightly, with murderous intent hidden deep in his pupils.

Si Xun had no intention of hurting the young palace master, he was not a fool.

If he hurt someone on someone else's territory, and with Ye Yushan as a constraint, he would not know how to die.

Si Xun just wanted to suppress him enough and experience the last second of death many times, so that he would know whether he, the whetstone, could sharpen the knife to the point of hurting himself.

Looking at the boy, Yi Muxuan's hand had a long sword in his hand, and he swung the sword with power, and the fiery red spiritual power turned into sword energy and slashed out.

For a while, the temperature on the field was rising, and several sounds of breaking through the air rang out in succession.

Si Xun's beautiful eyes flashed across the silver light, and his posture dodged like a swimming dragon. He raised his bare hands and slightly tilted his body. The fire sword energy in front of him was pushed away, and he used a little force to move a heavy object.

"You are really strong. Your cultivation is only the third level of spiritual power, but your combat power is far beyond your cultivation." Yi Muxuan said, swinging his sword to get close.

If Si Xun didn't get close, he would still feel a little troublesome. Once he got close, every move was full of flaws in his eyes.

From such moves, the young man also understood that this person had no practical experience at all.

Seizing the opportunity, Si Xun dodged the hot sword light, raised his hand to hit his wrist, and the dagger in his hand flashed with cold light. When it was close to his neck, he slowed down and let him sweep the sword to force him away.

"Every move is lethal, ruthless and precise. Junior brother will not be the opponent of this man." An Yun, who was watching the battle, moved her eyes slightly. She was sure that if this was a real fight, a life-and-death fight, Junior brother's life would be in danger.

Yi Muxuan was indeed not suitable for fighting, or it could be said that all men in this world were like this, very weak, and could not compare with women. Moreover, he usually put most of his energy on the way of alchemy. To be precise, his training direction was to be an alchemist.

Looking at the stalemate of the battle and Yi Muxuan's struggling appearance, Ye Yushan sent a voice message with a cold face again.

"This daughter does not want to say it a second time."

"Yes... I know I was wrong." Si Xun's beautiful fox eyes thought for a moment, and when the sword stabbed straight at him, he sold a flaw, allowing a sword energy to hit his arm.

The silver-white spiritual power flashed and stopped the long sword with seven points of force, and stabbed his arm with three points of force.

Instantly, blood oozed from the boy's left hand, and drops of blood slid from the wound to his arm, to his fingertips, and finally dripped onto the ground at his feet.

Yi Muxuan saw this and quickly retracted his sword, a drop of blood falling from the tip of the sword.

"Are you... okay?" He felt a little guilty as he watched the boy tear off the clothes on his arm and tie it to the wound, with blood all over his white arm.

Although he looked down on the boy, the man was soft-hearted.

"Thank you for your concern, young master. I'm fine." Si Xun's tone was calm. After tying up the wound, he used his spiritual power to stop the bleeding.

This scene happened so quickly that the surrounding disciples didn't react. When they reacted, they saw that the boy was injured, and many female disciples wanted to run up to take care of him.

A few of the stronger disciples had complicated expressions at this moment. They seemed to have seen some clues from the battle between the two.

The one who couldn't stand the boy the most at this moment was Qing Mu. Seeing the boy injured, she clenched her fists tightly.

As a guard, although she had not been trained in blood, she also learned fighting skills. How could she not see that the boy was letting a sea of ​​blood.

"He was worried and deliberately injured, and he was willing to end the battle with injuries." Looking at the boy, An Yun looked at Ye Yushan beside him, and the answer seemed obvious.

"You... don't you have any healing pills?" Seeing that the boy had not taken any pills for a long time, and even the most basic healing powder was not taken out, Yi Muxuan asked uncertainly.

"No." The bleeding had stopped, Si Xun stood up and saluted him slightly.

"Young master is very powerful, and I am weak. I am not your opponent. I regret that I can't help you."

"Wait." Yi Muxuan saw that the boy turned away after bandaging so simply, and he took out a small jade bottle and threw it at the boy.

Si Xun raised his hand to catch it and saluted him again.

This scene seemed nothing to some disciples who were not strong enough, and they even thought that the young palace master Yi Muxuan was very kind-hearted.

But when Qing Mu saw this scene, he felt gloomy and powerless.

It was okay to be weak, but being injured was because of being inferior to others.

But the opponent was obviously not as strong as himself, but he was forced to lose, and even injured, and in the end he had to respectfully thank others for their charity and could not refuse.

What a irony!