Real game world: I am gifted and I suppress all monsters

Chen Qingzhou was unhappy when he heard this, and he jumped out, "Sister, judging people by appearance is not what a gentleman does!"

Yan Yuyao was startled, her face turned pale with anxiety, and she said angrily: "You! When did you come? What did you hear?"

A bystander sees more clearly. Besides, Chen Qingzhou is more cunning than Xuanyuan Changqing, so he naturally saw what Yan Yuyao was thinking. He grinned, "Not too early, not too late, just in time to listen to everything you said!"

Yan Yuyao drew out her sword with a "swish". The sword was snow-white all over, and the hilt and the sword were integrated into one, like ice crystal, emitting a chilling cold air. It was the famous sword made by Yan Kang for his daughter, the Roushi Guyu.

Chen Qingzhou didn't expect the woman to draw her sword right away, and he jumped back instinctively. "Hey, pointing a sword at Elder Tianci is really disrespectful!"

Yan Yuyao's eyes flashed coldly, "You think you are an elder too? I'd like to learn from you!" Then she drew her sword and went forward.

"stop!"

Xuanyuan Changqing stretched out two fingers and pinched the soft stone ancient jade.

"You...you help him?"

Yan Yuyao looked at Xuanyuan Changqing in shock, asking in an accusing tone.

Xuanyuan Changqing shook his head and said, "It's not that I'm helping anyone, it's that I don't allow anyone to take action in front of the Haotian Palace."

Indeed, brandishing swords and spears here is a great disrespect to the Tianci ancestor.

Yan Yuyao paused for a moment, snorted coldly, and put away the sword in her hand.

Xuanyuan Changqing said: "Yuyao, we are about to set off, this matter cannot be delayed."

Chen Qingzhou took the opportunity to join in, "That's right! We have to go to guard the Xuanyuan family. If we fail to make it in time and something happens, you will be responsible?"

Yan Yuyao was about to start scolding him, but Xuanyuan Changqing scolded her first, "How dare you speak! Is eavesdropping the gentleman's behavior?"

Chen Qingzhou knew he was in the wrong, so he curled his lips and kept silent.

Xuanyuan Changqing stretched out two fingers of his right hand and pointed at him in the air as a warning, then turned to Yan Yuyao and said, "We are really leaving, what are your plans for the future?"

Yan Yuyao glanced at Xuanyuan Changqing, then glared at Chen Qingzhou, and finally nodded, "Be careful, I'm going to meet Uncle Duan and some teachers, and then I'll go back to Yanyu Tower."

Xuanyuan Changqing also nodded, "Now that the Qiansui Alliance has surfaced, Zhongzhou is not at peace. Be careful when you go back."

Yan Yuyao said "hmm", glanced at Xuanyuan Changqing again, and then slowly walked away.

Chen Qingzhou came over, touched his chin, and said with a sly smile: "Senior brother, you are so lucky!"

Xuanyuan Changqing glared at him and said, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Chen Qingzhou smiled and said, "This little girl likes you, can't you see it?"

Xuanyuan Zhangqing was shocked. "You are talking nonsense. How could she like me? I am her sister..."

Yes, after all, what is the relationship between Yan Qingyue and myself?

Chen Qingzhou shook his head and said in a pretentious manner: "Those involved are confused!"

"Snapped!"

Xuanyuan Changqing slapped Chen Qingzhou on the back of his head, "If you keep talking nonsense, you will stay in Tianshan!"

"do not!"

This hit Chen Qingzhou's sore spot, and he shouted for mercy, "Stop, senior brother, can't I stop talking? Look at my broken mouth!" As he said this, he pretended to slap himself a few times.

Xuanyuan Changqing looked at his rogue behavior, remembered Yan Yuyao's instructions just now, and shook his head helplessly.

……

In the Haotian Palace, only the sect master and three chief seats were left.

Huo Kaishan asked, "Master, Chen Qingzhou just came back from Beiting, why are you sending him down the mountain again this time?"

Zhong Tiannan frowned slightly, knowing that he had a deep prejudice against Chen Qingzhou.

"I believe you can see that Qingzhou is smart and capable. However, although he has mastered the three life arts, he is still far from practicing the martial arts of the human world. Therefore, this time he is sent to the Xuanyuan family to gain some experience so that he can contribute when the crisis comes."

Nie Xinzhu sighed, "Master, you really took a lot of trouble."

Zhong Tiannan listened to her and unconsciously thought of the mysterious shadow that night. What was the relationship between this child and himself...

Huo Kaishan said, "The Sect Master is really trying his best to cultivate him. I will wait and see how much he can achieve."

Duan Tiannan glanced at him and said, "This matter has been decided, no need to say more. You three should pay more attention to the movements of the Thousand Years Alliance and the Ten Thousand Demons!"

……

Three streaks of light flashed across the azure sky.

Xuanyuan Changqing carried Yu Mu, who didn't know how to wield a sword yet, while Chen Qingzhou and Qianyu flew on their own.

Especially Qianyu, who controls the sword with her Qi, wears a tight black dress with exquisite lines, just like a fairy with a magic sword.

After flying for half a day, the four of them had entered southern Yunnan.

Chen Qingzhou asked: "Brother, is your family really as powerful as the Sect Master said?"

Xuanyuan Changqing was worried about his family and was thinking, "What did you say?"

"The Sect Master said that Senior Xuanyuan is the Sword God of Southern Yunnan, and his Eight Desolate Sword Qi is extremely powerful and rarely has an opponent. Is this true?"

"This..." Xuanyuan Changqing was not in a good position to judge his father. Besides, he had been away from home for many years and he really had no idea what level his father's swordsmanship had reached.

"The eight styles of Eight Desolate Sword Qi passed down by our ancestors in the Xuanyuan family are indeed extremely powerful with numerous variations. I don't know my father's current situation either. When I went home to celebrate his 50th birthday eight years ago, he had already learned the key points of the six styles of sword techniques. He should be a rare opponent in Zhongzhou."

Chen Qingzhou nodded, "I must learn a few moves this time..."

"Beware!"

Xuanyuan Changqing suddenly shouted in a low voice: "The front is the Xuanyuan family's territory, it seems that someone is fighting, let's go down and take a look, be careful to hide."

When the three heard this, they quickly shut their mouths and followed Xuanyuan Changqing closely.

The Xuanyuan family is the largest family in southern Yunnan. Its gatehouse covers a large area. Looking from afar in the air, it looks like a large square white courtyard. The buildings are all made of white marble. The palace buildings are like sculptures and are extraordinary.

At this time, on the training ground in the front yard of the Xuanyuan family, two figures, one white and one black, were fighting fiercely. They flew high and walked low, with strange lights flashing, and it was difficult to tell who was better.

After Xuanyuan Changqing and others approached, they put down their swords lightly and hid on the wall of the front yard, paying close attention to the situation in the yard. Inside the wall were planted exotic plants unique to southern Yunnan, with lush branches and leaves, towering and blocking out the sun, making it the perfect place for hiding.

Chen Qingzhou steadied himself and quickly looked towards the courtyard. Those near the lobby should be the people of the Xuanyuan family. In addition to the hundreds of young disciples wearing the same white clothes, there was one person in the middle wearing different clothes.

He was a handsome man, tall and strong, with a look that was somewhat similar to Xuanyuan Changqing's.

On the other side were dozens of men in black. Their origins were unknown. There seemed to be a layer of dark mist covering their heads, emitting murderous aura.

Qianyu frowned and said, "Senior Brother Xuanyuan, who are these people? Do you know them?"

Xuanyuan Changqing looked at the people in the courtyard and said, "Those in white are my young disciples. The one in the middle should be my younger brother Bo Jue. He was only eleven years old when I came back last time, but he is this tall now."

Chen Qingzhou and others looked at Xuanyuan Bojue. This man, like his older brother, was born with extraordinary bravery, but his temperament was different, and there was a sense of arrogance in his eyes.

Chen Qingzhou asked again: "Who is fighting in the courtyard?"

Xuanyuan Changqing said: "The swordsman in white is my father's third disciple, Fang Chu. Eight years ago, his swordsmanship was just beginning. I don't recognize the man in black."

"what!"

Suddenly there was a scream in the field. It turned out that Fang Chu was knocked away by the opponent's black palm print.