Reborn Demon Lord She Holds the Invincible Script

Inside the Mu family training ground, colorful flags were flying and the crowd was bustling.

A group of Mu family disciples gathered in front of the ring, looking up at the two people on the ring.

One person asked in confusion: "What's going on? Why did the young master of the Feng family come here?"

"Bah! What young master of the Feng family? Have you forgotten the worse things he did than pigs and dogs?"

The man slapped his forehead and said, "Yes, why did this scum come to our place?"

"Who knows, maybe he still doesn't want to give up our young lady. He doesn't even think about what kind of person he is and whether he is worthy of our young lady."

"But who is that boy on the ring? He's so handsome. I've lived for almost twenty years, and this is the first time I've seen such a handsome boy."

"I don't know, could it be the young lady's lover...?"

The sound of people's discussions was carried by the wind into the ears of the two people on the stage. Yun Shu took in all the words of the people below the stage and raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard them.

It seems I'll have to ask Fen Tangyuan to explain it later.

Different from Yun Shu's helpless mood, Feng Xing's face was so gloomy that water could drip out when facing the Mu family disciples who had always been respectful to him but were now slandering him in front of him.

He turned his head and looked at Yun Shu's smiling face that was very popular with girls, and gritted his teeth.

"You used this face to seduce Xiaoge!?"

Yun Shu: “…”

This person didn't hear anything that was said in the lobby just now.

"Today I'll let you know what will happen if you snatch someone from me!" Feng Xing raised his hand and stuffed something into his mouth. His aura instantly soared to the eighth level of spiritual master. He drew out his sword, and blue water spiritual power attached to the blade. He stabbed towards Yun Shu with murderous intent at a high speed.

Yun Shu stood still. When the people in the audience saw this, they all thought that Yun Shu was frightened silly by Feng Xing. Some even shouted for Yun Shu to get away quickly.

The sharp blade in his hand was getting closer and closer to Yun Shu. Just when Feng Xing thought he was about to succeed, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a smile flashing in the boy's eyes, and saw two words spoken with his mouth.

'idiot. ’

The next moment, the young man's figure flashed and disappeared on the spot. His speed was so fast that Feng Xing didn't even have time to react. The sword wind drew a deep groove on the ring.

But the young man in white was nowhere to be seen.

Where are the people! ?

Yun Shu tilted her head and looked at Feng Xing who had not moved yet. She could not help but remind him, "Young Master Feng, I'm here."

So stupid.

The boy's melodious tone seemed full of contempt to Feng Xing.

"You think you can hide once, but you can hide a second time?"

Although he said harsh words, there was obvious fear in Feng Xing's eyes.

From the beginning to now, he has not sensed any spiritual energy from Yun Shu.

There are three possibilities for this situation.

One is that the other party has no spiritual power and is a waste who cannot practice.

There are two other possibilities: either Yun Shu has a treasure that can conceal her spiritual power, or Yun Shu has no spiritual power at all.

Yun Shu’s situation is obviously not the first one, so it can only be the latter two.

Treasures that conceal spiritual power are extremely precious and are impossible for ordinary spiritual practitioners to possess.

Facing the young man's smiling eyes, Feng Xing felt a chill in his heart. No matter which of the two behind him, it was not easy to mess with him.

Now that things have come to this, if he admits defeat directly, his reputation as the eldest son of the Feng family will be completely ruined.

"Master Feng, are you going to fight or not?"

Yun Shu crossed her arms across her chest, looking a little impatient.

What is this idiot hesitating about? He is not going to just give in.

That won’t do. She hasn’t had enough fun yet.

A hint of malice flashed across her eyes, and Yun Shu said loudly: "If Young Master Feng is afraid, he can just admit defeat. It would be a shame to waste everyone's time."

"You're the one who's scared!"

As soon as Yun Shu finished speaking, Feng Xing's angry voice rang out.

Most of the children raised by aristocratic families have a common problem, to put it bluntly, they care too much about face.

Yun Shu's words were like stepping on Feng Xing's tail. As expected, the timidity in Feng Xing's eyes disappeared, and the long sword in his hand flashed a cold light in the air.

"Afraid? I will beat you till you cry for your parents in no time!"

Seeing that the goal was achieved, Yun Shu felt satisfied.

That's right.

Blue spiritual power covered the sword, mist rose in the air, the arena was filled with cold air, and even a thin layer of ice began to condense on the arena under Yun Shu's feet.

A word flashed through Yun Shu’s mind – spiritual skills.

Feng Xing has water-type spiritual roots, but this spiritual skill seems to be more towards ice-type.

Water spiritual roots are not very aggressive, but ice spiritual roots, as a variant of water spiritual roots, are able to compete with thunder spiritual roots, the most powerful offensive spiritual roots on the continent.

Glancing at the long sword in Feng Xing's hand, Elder Yun reminded Yun Shu in her mind: "The skill of using spiritual skills and spiritual weapons together is wonderful, wonderful."

Hearing this, a hint of interest flashed in Yun Shu's eyes. She wanted to see what was so powerful about the spiritual skill that made Old Yun praise it so highly.

With some consideration in mind, Yun Shu crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes seemingly unintentionally but actually carefully observing the whole process of Feng Xing's spiritual skills accumulating power.

Yun Shu's unintentional behavior seemed to Feng Xing to be complete contempt. The hatred in his eyes deepened, and the spiritual power in his body circulated even more crazily.

On the viewing platform, the head of the Mu family stared at the ring, and saw Yun Shu standing there without moving, with a worried look on his face: "Why isn't Xiao Yun moving?"

"I don't know." Mu Ge sat on the chair and swung his legs leisurely. Seeing this, the head of the Mu family raised his beard and said unhappily: "Xiao Yun went up to duel for you, why aren't you worried!?"

Mu Ge rolled his eyes and seeing that everyone around him was paying attention to the arena, he motioned for the head of the Mu family to come closer.

"I'm telling you..."

After a moment, Patriarch Mu's eyes widened in shock: "Really?"

"I can't fool you."

The father and daughter on the ring put their hearts at ease and watched the fight. On the ring, Feng Xing's spiritual skills were fully charged and the entire ring was shrouded in a huge ice cover, making it impossible to see what was going on inside.

Inside the ice cover, Feng Xing was breathing heavily, looking at Yun Shu with an extremely fierce look: "You are doomed to lose!"

Yun Shu chuckled: "It depends on your ability."

"Ten Thousand Ren Ice Formation!"

puff-

As soon as Feng Xing finished his words, the water vapor in the air instantly condensed into countless ice spikes of various sizes, stabbing straight towards Yun Shu.

Yun Shu moved her body slightly, and tried to dodge the ice cone with the same method she had used to dodge Feng Xing. However, she was surprised to find that the ice cone seemed to have a positioning device on her body. Yun Shu was careless for a moment, and a small section of her hair was cut off by the icicle that was chasing her.

"interesting……"

Yun Shu became interested. She glanced at Feng Xing, who had exhausted his spiritual energy on the stage, and a hint of malice flashed in her eyes.

He grinned, "Play with you."

Feng Xing watched helplessly as Yun Shu, who was fleeing in a panic on the stage, suddenly turned around and ran towards him.

"Master Feng, your spiritual skills are quite interesting."

The young man's magnetic voice entered Feng Xing's eardrums, with a hint of smile. The next moment, his neck felt cold, and the devil behind him whispered, "Master Feng, in this situation, do you think your spiritual skills will pierce you into a sieve while attacking me?"