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After completing the revenge in life, Tong Ying, who was idle, continued to attend and finish classes on time every day.

"Ying'er, don't rush to leave, let's go have tea together." After Tong Ying's favorite acupoint class, Hua Feiyu stopped Tong Ying and said with anticipation.

"If you said you wanted to teach me Hua Fei's witchcraft, I would be happier." Tong Ying turned her head and looked at Hua Feiyu with a smile.

The lowest level of flower witchcraft is also the pharmaceutical she is familiar with. She has learned it, but she has not yet realized the essence of communication with plants.

It is said that since she gave Hua Feiyu the book "Flower Witchcraft", his flower witchcraft has made rapid progress and there is no obstacle to communication with plants.

"What's wrong?" Hua Feiyu replied very readily.

"Then let's go." Tong Ying took the lead in walking towards the back mountain.

When practicing flower witchcraft, of course, it is better to practice back mountain with more flowers, plants and trees.

"Ying'er, where are you going? Let's go to the lake?"

Before the two of them walked a few steps, they heard Xue Qingcheng's voice coming from behind.

In an instant, Xue Qingcheng stood in front of the two of them.

He automatically ignored Hua Feiyu beside Tong Ying, and Xue Qingcheng looked at Tong Ying with a bright look, "How is it? I heard that tonight's Courtesan Competition was held in Fengling Lake."

"That's how..." Tong Ying frowned, a little embarrassed.

She wants to do both things, what should I do?

"When will that courtesan competition start?" Tong Ying thought for a moment, then raised her eyes to Xue Qingcheng.

"In two hours, we will go out and use dinner, and we can catch up." Xue Qingcheng's eyes lit up, and he felt that his invitation was a chance, so he quickly explained carefully.

"Two hours, there's still some time," Tong Ying looked up at the sun, "I still have something to do now, so, we'll see you by the lake in two hours."

After saying neatly, Tong Ying waved to Xue Qingcheng and continued to walk back to the mountain.

Hua Feiyu glanced at Xue Qingcheng in displeasure, and then quickly caught up with Tong Ying.

"What are you going to do? I want to go too." Xue Qingcheng chased after him and said very naturally very unscrupulous words.

"I'm sorry, you can't follow me." Before Tong Ying could speak, Hua Feiyu coldly rejected Xue Qingcheng's request.

"I'm asking Ying'er? I'm also Ying'er. What's the relationship with you?" Xue Qingcheng looked at Hua Feiyu coldly and choked with great rudeness.

"Of course it has something to do with me. Because I want to go to the back mountain to teach Yingerhua witchcraft. Of course you should avoid suspicion." Hua Feiyu raised her chin and said with confidence.

"..." Xue Qingcheng's expression stopped and his pace slowed down.

Looking at Tong Ying and Hua Feiyu who were not stopping at all in front of him, Xue Qingcheng gritted his teeth and followed quickly.

"What's so great about it? I can also teach Yinger to bury snow." Xue Qingcheng turned his head and said proudly.

"Tsk!" This time, it was still Tong Ying who had no time to speak, Hua Feiyu took the lead. "Who doesn't know that the supreme secret book of the Snow Country, "Ice Snow Burial", has been lost for more than a hundred years. How much can you teach Ying'er?"

"I'll give you the same words. Haven't Huaguo lost the "Flower Witchcraft"? How much can you teach Ying'er?" Xue Qingcheng choked back coldly.

"I..." Hua Feiyu was about to answer "Flower Witchcraft", he had already recovered and had practiced one-third of it.

However, he suddenly remembered that the lost "Flower Witchcraft" was given to her by Tong Ying. In order to avoid trouble from Tong Ying, he swallowed the words he could not speak.

"I am very talented, and even if I don't have any hard books, I've learned it almost well." Hua Feiyu raised his chin proudly and said proudly.

"Tsk, I will give you the same thing. My king's talent is no worse than you." Xue Qingcheng replied coldly, "If you don't agree, we can compete later."

"Just compete, who is afraid of who? Ying'er, you will do it later..." Our referee.

Halfway through the words, when Hua Feiyu turned his head to look for Tong Ying beside him, he found that there was nowhere near him at some point, and there was no Tong Ying figure.

Looking further forward, I found that Tong Ying was left with only a small black dot.

"Ying'er, wait for me..." Hua Feiyu glared at Xue Qingcheng in annoyance, and then quickly chased forward.

Xue Qingcheng snorted coldly and chased after him.

A quarter of an hour later, the back mountain.

Tong Ying sat on the tree, swaying her legs, watching the two people coming and going, and having a lot of fun fighting.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

On the ground, the half-human-tall weeds twisted and flew towards Xue Qingcheng as if they had their own consciousness.

Of course, if Xue Qingcheng could jump into the air, he could use more attacks from these weeds, but of course he could not stay in the air forever and would always land.

The worst thing is that the back mountain is full of plants. As long as he is not standing in a place where no grass grows, he cannot avoid the attack.

After being sucked by the weeds a few times, Xue Qingcheng narrowed his eyes and his eyes gradually became cold.

It seems that he must use his trump card.

With a clang, the sword behind Xue Qingcheng was pulled out, and the snow-white sword light, under the reflection of the sunset, brought a terrifying blood red.

Xue Qingcheng's figure began to rotate quickly on the grass. As he rotated, the sword in his hand began to dance quickly...

Suddenly, Tong Ying felt that the air around her was a little cold, and in the sky, iron-gray clouds began to gather.

Tong Ying frowned in confusion. She looked at the sky that quickly became dark, then looked at Xue Qingcheng who was moving among the weeds, and suddenly realized: she was about to see the real ice-cold snow burial.

Although I have seen Xue Qingcheng perform his kung fu in the past, I have only seen his beautiful and sharp swordsmanship, and I have never felt such a cold atmosphere.

"burial!"

With the sound of swords, Tong Ying felt a sudden coldness around her, and then she noticed heavy snow on the sky.

Looking away, I found that except for the three meter radius here, the rest of the place was as clear as usual.

It was the snow burial technique. Tong Ying suddenly realized it.

On the grass, around Xue Qingcheng, the snowflakes were swept by a tornado, protecting Xue Qingcheng in the center. The weeds that had attacked wildly just now became wilted instantly.

Xue Qingcheng's figure became faster and faster, and the snowflakes were spinning around his sword body, condensing with a whirring sound of wind.
Chapter completed!