Seeing that there were less than twenty days until the Wenxian Conference, as the day approached, Xie Wanyou felt a growing sense of urgency.

She originally wanted to go out and practice a few more times while she still had time, but was stopped by Feng Ranzhou.

"It's not necessary," Feng Ranzhou said lazily, "If you want to quickly accumulate practical experience, just spar with me."

"Sparring with you...are you sure?"

Xie Wanhu glanced at his thick tiger claws that were full of power at first glance: "If you slap me down, I might die."

Feng Ranzhou was lying under the flower tree watching her practice her sword. Hearing this, he twitched the tip of his tail in a funny way: "No, I will be very careful."

Having said that, he lowered his body and stretched, then slowly walked towards Xie Wanyou, as if he really wanted to be her sparring partner.

He walked up to Xie Wanyou. The whole tiger was almost as tall as Xie Wanyou.

Xie Wanyou stood beside him, looking even more weak and helpless.

Xie Wanyou: "..."

Feng Ranzhou shook his hair and shook off the petals that fell on his body, then narrowed his gray-blue beast eyes and said bluntly to Xie Wanyou: "Attack me."

This, so fast?

Xie Wanyou thought that his Nascent Soul stage would not be able to break through the defense of this hybrid beast, so he did not hesitate anymore and tried to chop him with his sword.

As soon as the sword edge touched the white tiger's fur, it was rebounded by an unknown force. The white tiger was unscathed, and Xie Wanyou's hand was almost numb from the shock.

...How can she fight this?

A white light flashed in front of him, and Feng Ranzhou transformed into a human form. He seemed to be interested in sparring, and he hooked his hand at Xie Wanyou: "Do it again, be more serious."

Xie Wanyou looked at him, then at the sword in his hand, gritted his teeth, and started "domestic violence" with all his strength.

Feng Ranzhou's body movements were strange, but in the blink of an eye, he passed through the heavy sword light and flew towards Xie Wanyou. His speed was too fast. When Xie Wanyou came to his senses again, he had already been pinched by Feng Ranzhou.

Fragile neck.

Didn't even survive a single move.

If it were in a real scenario, Xie Wanyou would probably have died in Feng Ranzhou's hands by now.

After just one confrontation, Xie Wanyou realized the huge gap between himself and Feng Ranzhou.

It is a huge gap like a mountain, and Xie Wanyou believes that most monks may not be able to cross it even in their lifetime.

Xie Wanyou couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He couldn't tell whether it was because of the gap or because it was too embarrassing to be unable to take another move from Feng Ranzhou.

Feng Ranzhou's fingers were still clasping around Xie Wanyou's neck. Seeing Xie Wanyou's devastated look, he got closer to her, looked down at her, and asked in a slow voice, "Have you doubted your life?"

Xie Wanyou responded dully.

There were still red marks on her neck from last night. Feng Ranzhou rubbed the skin with his fingertips, his eyes darkened: "Don't be sad about this, I was born to kill, and my strength comes more from my blood.

, but you are different..."

Seeing Xie Wanyou looking at him doubtfully, Feng Ranzhou's voice was even lower: "How old are you? You still have a lot of time to devote to cultivating Taoism. Given time, you may be able to surpass me in cultivation. What's worse for you is just your growth."

Time to get up.”

"Really?" Xie Wanyou was so coaxed by him that he could do it again in an instant: "But it is unlikely that I can surpass you. I am getting stronger, aren't you also getting stronger?"

"Yes," Feng Ranzhou rubbed her neck with his fingertips. He didn't know what he thought of and said casually, "I can't always get stronger... I will always encounter a bottleneck."

How can anyone curse themselves like this?

But it is undeniable that Xie Wanyou did regain his fighting spirit because of Feng Ranzhou's words: "Then let's continue?"

Feng Ranzhou responded in a low voice, and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "As long as you can pass three moves under my hand, the vast majority of the monks participating in the Immortal Questioning Conference are not enough evidence for you."

Executing three moves under his hands sounds simple, but in practice, it is hell-level difficulty.

Xie Wanyou couldn't even withstand one move, let alone three moves...

At the beginning, Xie Wanyou couldn't even wear a corner of his clothes.

arrive.

Moreover, in order to imitate the fighting methods of other monks who participated in the Immortal Questioning Conference, Feng Ranzhou would not only attack her on the ground, but also spread the wings on his back and fly into the air to attack her.

Xie Wanyou originally wanted to show some mercy, but Feng Ranzhou pressed forward step by step, and she had to use all her strength to resist Feng Ranzhou's intensive attacks.

The white icy sword light lit up one after another, and the frost-like coldness weaved into a giant web full of murderous intent. It suddenly collided with the blazing fireball. The green land that had just been covered with a layer of frost around it was affected by the flames and turned back into

A normal appearance.

Xie Wanyou gasped and looked up at Feng Ranzhou, who was hovering in the air.

For the sword cultivator, air attacks are too deadly. Once the opponent reaches the sky, the sword cultivator will be immediately passive.

At this moment, Feng Ranzhi's black and red wings spread out, his gray-blue eyes were lowered, and Xie Wanyou's figure was clearly reflected in his pupils.

Without giving him time to breathe, he reached out and drew in the void, and the fire energy gathered from all directions spontaneously condensed into a long bow.

He pulled back the ethereal bowstring, and an arrow burning with crimson flames instantly condensed and aimed at Xie Wanyou on the ground.

As soon as he let go, the arrow from the string struck at Xie Wanyou at a terrifying speed. The speed and force were so fast that it could be seen from the airflow being driven around him.

Xie Wanyou: "..."

No, it’s such a big deal!

Xie Wanyou now seriously suspects that Feng Ranzhou wants to murder his wife in the name of being a sparring partner!

She complained loudly in her heart, but she didn't dare to hesitate in her movements. It was so fast that she couldn't avoid it, so she could only mobilize all her ice spiritual power to bear it hard.

Unfortunately, Xie Wanyou failed to block the red flame arrow in the end, and was directly carried away by the shock wave when it exploded.

When it fell to the ground, Xie Wanyou didn't even come back to his senses.

She leaned on the ground and raised her head in disgrace, still a little confused.

Feng Ranzhi descended slowly and landed on a stone. He half-folded his wings with dignity, still looking bright and beautiful: "How is it?"

Xie Wanyou had a hundred things to say, but before she could speak, she was interrupted by an anxious and panicked young voice: "Stop hitting!"

Xie Wanyou and Feng Ranzhou were both stunned. They looked in the direction of the sound, and saw Xie Zhuoxing flying in panic and blocking in front of Xie Wanyou. His back was arched, all the hair on his body exploded, and his eyes were filled with tears.

Hong, stared at Feng Ranzhou angrily and warily, like an irritated little hedgehog: "Uncle Fox, why do you want to beat my mother!"

Xie Wanyou was shielded behind him like a baby, and he was touched and relieved for a moment.

She knew that Xie Zhuoxing had misunderstood, and quickly explained to her child: "We didn't fight! Uncle Fox was just training with my mother."

Xie Zhuoxing was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't believe it. He put down his guard slightly and repeated doubtfully: "Sparring partner?"

Xie Wanyou explained while smoothing the child's hair: "Yes, Uncle Fox pretends to be an enemy and fights with my mother. When my mother meets the real enemy, she will have enough experience to defeat the enemy."

Xie Zhuoxing raised his little head and looked at Feng Ranzhou suspiciously, looking unconvinced: "Really? Mother, if you are bullied by Uncle Fox, you must not lie for Uncle Fox."

Feng Ranzhou raised his eyebrows: "Of course it's true, why should I bully her when I'm fine?"

Xie Zhuoxing lowered his tail unhappily: "For example, if you quarrel, Xiaobai has seen other people's fathers and mothers, and they will fight when they quarrel."

Xie Wanyou knew how much a disharmonious family atmosphere would affect a child, so she held her cub in her arms and explained seriously: "We really didn't quarrel, it was just a friendly sparring session. Xiaobai understands her mother, who is the kind of person who has been wronged."

Someone who won’t tell?”

Xie Zhuoxing was held in Xie Wanyou's arms and kissed him. He was still dubious. He turned his little head and looked at his parents, and said tangledly: "People who are quarreling don't know how to hold hands. Hold your hands and show it to Xiaobai."

Xie Wanyou and Feng Ranzhou immediately held hands.

Xie Zhuoxing continued to say seriously: "People who quarrel don't know how to kiss. You can kiss me again and show it to Xiaobai."

Feng Ranzhou immediately kissed Xie Wanyou's lips, as if

Still unfinished, he turned around and asked Xie Zhuoxing deliberately: "Isn't one kiss not enough? Do you need a few more kisses to prove it?"

Xie Zhuoxing: "..."

Seeing Uncle Fox going so far, Xie Zhuoxing was so angry that he almost fell down.

However, Xie Zhuoxing also believed that the two were just sparring.

Seeing that his mother was beaten so badly by Uncle Fox, Xie Zhuoxing couldn't bear to discuss it with Feng Ranzhou: "Uncle Fox, don't be so fierce. Can you beat my mother more gently?"

Feng Ranzhou held the cub in his arms with one hand and said solemnly: "I can be gentler, but the enemy will never be soft."

Xie Zhuoxing shook the tips of his ears as if he didn't understand, and looked at Xie Wanyou worriedly.

On this day, Xie Wanyou still failed to withstand Feng Ranzhou's move, and instead suffered a lot of injuries.

The sword has no eyes on the battlefield, and injuries are inevitable.

In the evening, Xie Wanyou took off her clothes, lay on the bed, and asked Feng Ranzhou to help her apply medicine on her back.

Xie Zhuoxing stepped on Xie Wanyou's shoulder very conscientiously, using the fire spirit energy it could mobilize to disperse blood congestion from Xie Wanyou.

Xie Wanyou hummed a few times comfortably, remembered something, and asked curiously: "In your opinion, can I catch your three moves before the Wenxian Conference?"

Feng Ranzhou lowered his eyes as he applied the medicine to her, and replied tactfully: "The possibility is not high."

Xie Wanyou was not disappointed, lying on the pillow and exhaled: "If it doesn't work, then it won't work. I think I have gained a lot today. If I work hard, I might be able to catch your two moves."

For some reason, Feng Ranzhou's voice was slightly hoarse: "Hmm... the possibility of two moves is very high."
To be continued...