Douluo's dragon gun against the world

Chapter 427

A year flies by.

Wuhun Empire, Wuhun Academy.

In the back mountain, in an empty forest.

Yue Yi was holding a silver gun and was practicing in the woods.

A long golden hair, accompanied by her waving, fluttered in the air in the wind.

The silver spear in his hand, in his hand, seemed to have turned into a silver dragon, the sharp tip of the spear flickered coldly, and every thrust of the spear was full of killing flavor.

There are no fancy moves, only simple and practical moves, and attacks that go straight to the point.

Although Yue Yi is only six years old, her exquisite facial features have already revealed some peerless appearance. Although she is still young, she can still be seen to be a beauty.

The indifferent expression further accentuated his aloof temperament.

In a year close to two years, the smile on Yue Yi's face became less and less, until finally, it disappeared.

At first, Qian Daoliu told her that Jun Xuehan and Qian Renxue hadn't fallen, which raised infinite hope in her heart.

But with the search of the entire Wuhun Hall and the Wuhun Empire on the mainland, there was still no news about Jun Xuehan and Qian Renxue, and the hope in Yue Yi's heart gradually disappeared.

To this day, there is still no news. The Spirit Hall is spread all over the entire continent, and the Spirit Empire is the most powerful empire on the mainland.

But regarding Jun Xuehan and Qian Renxue's news, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, without the slightest ripple.

In the woods, a figure poked his head out from behind an ancient tree, glanced at Yue Yi, and then quickly looked away.

In front of him, there were pen and ink, and a piece of pure white paper, and what was drawn on the white paper was Yue Yi's figure.

"Boss, your drawing is getting better and better."

"It's not bad at all!"

"But boss, when are you going to give the painting to His Highness?"

Behind the old tree, a rather sturdy young man looked at the painting in front of him and couldn't help but admire it.

"Send? I can't send it."

"I'll just see if I'm fine."

"And I'm not good at painting either. I only have form, but no spirit."

A child with a fair face and elegant face, wearing a very simple blue dress with patches all over his clothes, and with a gentle voice, said nonchalantly.

"Boss, I think your painting is very good."

"If you give the painting to His Highness, maybe it can leave a good impression on His Highness."

"Always hiding in the dark, what's the point of peeping?"

The burly boy spoke softly.

"Zong Shi, as a human being, you must have self-awareness."

"I, Ye Yi, have mediocre talent."

"My family is poor. In the entire college, there are only eight hundred people like me, if not one thousand. It can be said that I have nothing."

"And His Highness has outstanding talent, outstanding appearance, and noble status. At less than eight years old, he is already in the realm of the Fourth Ring Soul Sect."

"He is one of the most eye-catching geniuses in Wuhun Academy."

"What qualifications do I have to enter His Highness's sight."

"And I am not peeping, but admiring and chasing the light at the top of the mountain. The nature of the two is completely different."

Ye Yi spread his hands, his eyes full of yearning.

"What's the difference? Aren't they all peeping?"

"And I'm not without self-knowledge!"

"My uncle is Zong Ming, Zong Ming who once fought side by side with the Pope."

"Even participated in the big wedding between the Pope and His Majesty the Pope."

Zong Shi leaned against the ancient tree and spoke with great pride.

"That's your uncle, what does it have to do with you?"

"And I haven't seen how good your relationship with your uncle is."

"If you had a good relationship with your uncle, you'd still be here with me."

Ye Yi glanced at Zong Shi, and said indifferently.

"Who said, I have a very good relationship with my uncle, and being with you is just to experience life."

Zong Shi's eyes widened and he said loudly.

"Keep your voice down! Don't let Your Highness..."

Ye Yi hadn't finished speaking when he saw a silver spear shoot out from the old tree.

"What are you doing."

"I don't know, you can't enter here!"

A somewhat cold voice spit out from Yue Yi's mouth.

A pair of phoenix eyes, quietly staring at the ancient tree in front.

Looking at the silver gun above his head, Ye Yi couldn't help but swallow his saliva and took two steps back involuntarily.

"Your Highness, we just think the scenery here is very good, so we came here to take a look."

"I'm really sorry to disturb Your Highness."

"We're leaving now."

Ye Yi stretched out his hand to grab Zong Shi, and immediately took Zong Shi away.

"Humph."

Seeing the backs of them leaving, Yue Yi didn't say anything, but retracted her silver gun and walked straight to the outside of Wuhun Academy.

When walking out of Wuhun Academy, ghosts and Yueguan walked out from the door.

"Your Highness, how are you doing in the academy today?"

"Is there anyone who is not open-eyed and makes His Highness unhappy."

Ghost followed behind Yue Yi and asked aloud.

"As usual, Grandpa Chrysanthemum, Grandpa Ghost, do you have any news about my father and mother?"

Yue Yi stretched out her hand to help the hair hanging down on her forehead, took out a hairpin from the soul tool, and combed her hair neatly.

"No, but Your Highness need not worry."

"The Pope's strength is extraordinary, he is the most powerful man on the continent, and nothing will happen."

"They may have something to do, and they will come back after finishing it."

Yueguan sighed and comforted him.

As for the whereabouts of Jun Xuehan and Qian Renxue, no one knows so far, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they do not know whether they are alive or dead.

"It's been almost two years, and there is something that can't be dealt with."

"What's the news about the evil soul master?"

"Have they been doing anything lately?"

Yue Yi's eyes were closed, and there were faint tears in her eyes.

But the tears did not fall, and the voice was the same as before.

"According to the news that came back, our people stationed in the extreme north did not stop their attack."

"But it's a cover. The people of the bitter cold in the extreme north have retreated to the Wuhun Empire. And the evil soul masters in the extreme north, relying on the tenth-level soul guide, occupy the bitter cold in the extreme north, and we are stationed at the border of the extreme north. "

Ghost shook her head slightly, her hoarse voice was full of helplessness.

In a year's time, several battles broke out between Wuhundian and the evil spirit master. Originally, it was them, Wuhundian who had the upper hand.

But because of the two Ultimate Douluo and the tenth-level soul guide among them, the people stationed in the extreme north were defeated in the end and led them out of the bitterly cold place in the extreme north.

"One wrong step, one wrong step!"

"My momentary kindness at the beginning has caused a big mistake now!"

"I'm really a sinner of the mainland!"

Yue Yi covered one eye with her hand, lowered her head and chuckled lightly, but the laughter was full of coldness and killing intent.

(End of this chapter)