When a full-level boss dresses as a holy father

Mo Lingyue looked at the person who was still concentrating on wrapping the white cloth around his hand and helplessly supported his forehead, and walked forward to take the white cloth in his hand.

Gu Yefeng's face... Bai Bu couldn't see the expression clearly, but the words "what are you doing" were clearly revealed in the exposed eyes.

Mo Lingyue did not speak, and neatly tore off the white cloth on his body.

Gu Yefeng: "?"

No, what exactly does he want to do?

Gu Yefeng reacted and immediately pulled the white cloth to prevent him from tearing it off, his voice was full of innocence, "Junior brother, I'm injured, I need to bandage it."

It was half-dead like that yesterday, and it is obviously not good to be fully recovered after a day. The original major is low, and the healing technique is actually not very strong.

As for taking the elixir, it must be a high-grade healing elixir.

And it is really unlikely that the original owner possessed high-grade pills, and some of them must have been taken away by other disciples.

So even if he wasn't injured, he still needed to pretend.

Mo Lingyue glanced at him lightly, "Yesterday, Afeng, your face was not injured."

Gu Yefeng: "..." That's right.

Last night, I was too excited to count the things of Yu Peili in other people's space, so I forgot.

Gu Yefeng slowly let go of his hand and asked him to remove the white cloth.

After dismantling, Mo Lingyue held the white cloth in her hand, raised her chin slightly to signal him, and said in a clean and cold voice, "Raise your hand."

Gu Yefeng blinked, looked at his movements, understood that he seemed to want to bandage him, and raised his right hand obediently.

Mo Lingyue moved gently, holding the white cloth hand around his neck, first wrapped it around his neck twice, as if his neck was injured, after wrapping his hand, wrapped it up and hung it with the white cloth In front of the neck, the white and slender fingers flipped between the white cloth, with a very elegant posture.

No one speaks, which makes people feel peaceful.

This posture is a bit close, so close that Gu Yefeng can clearly smell the faint fragrance coming from the person in front of him, a bit like the fragrance of orchids.

Gu Yefeng looked at his plain eyes, the long eyelashes fluttered like feathers, a few strands of hair were scattered in front of him, his fair neck was covered by the white clothes, and his thoughts drifted involuntarily.

[A big man actually smells so fragrant, and he gently bandages me up!Is he trying to seduce—]

The white cloth in Mo Lingyue's hand instantly exerted a little force.

"Ahem...ahem!", Gu Yefeng's neck was suddenly strangled, and he didn't think about anything. He grabbed the white cloth with his hands and said with difficulty, "Junior brother, my neck...my neck! It's too tight !"

Mo Lingyue let go of her hand and took a step back, glanced at him coldly, and apologized without the slightest bit of apology, "I'm sorry."

Gu Yefeng loosened the white cloth around his neck a little bit, and was a little dazed by Mo Lingyue's suddenly cold eyes, and had a guess in his heart.

The voice was a little hesitant and uncertain, [...Did he just want to get my attention? 】

Mo Lingyue: "..." He should have been strangled to death just now.

Mo Lingyue looked at Gu Yefeng even colder, and the atmosphere was tense for a while.

Gu Yefeng also felt that the atmosphere was a little tense, and even confirmed his guess under the cold eyes of the other party, and didn't know what to say for a while.

It is absolutely impossible to directly refuse, but how to make him give up without hurting him is a problem.

"Bang bang bang-"

At this time, there was a knock on the door, followed by Gu Yeling's voice, "Brother! Brother, it's time to go! The game is about to start!"

Hearing this, Mo Lingyue took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to strangle him to death, "Today's match is about to start, let's go there first."

"Ah?" Gu Yefeng dodged his eyes, immersed in his own thoughts, and answered absent-mindedly, "Okay."

[Oh, what should I do?There is no result in liking me, so I still have to find a way to hint him tactfully. 】

The voice was full of sadness, as if something was really troublesome.

Mo Lingyue: "..." Don't get angry, don't get angry, if you get angry with someone with a mental illness, you will only be angry with yourself.

The two had their own thoughts (mainly Gu Yefeng) and Gu Yeling came to the main peak.

After arriving at the main peak, Gu Yefeng was in no mood to think about things. His eyes widened, and he looked at the information of today's battle on the screen of the main peak square with a look of shock.

Jianfeng Hualingyue——Jianfeng Huayu.

Hua is not really a surname, but the seniority of their direct disciples, as long as they are direct disciples, they all use Hua as their title.

This is to hide his surname. After all, cultivating immortals is against the sky, and the favored son of heaven is more likely to cause disasters. Naturally, he doesn't want to harm his family.

The reason why the original owner had his real surname was because he didn't follow the right path to learn from his teacher. There was a lot of trouble at that time, and basically everyone knew that he was from the Gu family, so he kept using his real surname.

Hua Lingyue is the protagonist, and Hua Yu is his third junior brother!

What luck!How did he meet such a strong person in the second game?

Among the disciples of Jianfeng's generation, the one with the strongest fighting power is the eldest disciple Hua Yin, who is also recognized by the Liuyu School as a senior brother.

And the second is naturally Jianfeng's third disciple, Hua Yu. These two didn't become Jianfeng's direct disciples through the back door. They are far superior to other disciples in terms of talent and comprehension ability, and they are well-deserved sons of heaven.

And Mo Lingyue's cultivation of demons is indeed stunning and brilliant, but it seems that he is not very good at cultivating immortals, and he is only in the foundation building stage now.

Although Gu Yefeng had thought that he would meet, he never expected to meet him so soon!

He anxiously wanted to stretch out his hand and scratch his head, wishing he had met him.

Both Mu Wanfeng and Jiang Qingyan looked at Mo Lingyue with sympathy, and they met Senior Brother Hua Yu, a strong pervert, in the second scene.

This is not the first time for Jianfeng Huayu to participate in the competition. Three years ago, he made a big splash in the disciple competition. With the cultivation base of Jindan early stage, he defeated several Nascent Soul disciples, and finally lost to Jianfeng Huayin. Achieve No.3 results.

Three years have passed, and he is already at the late stage of Jindan, and he must have a new understanding of swordsmanship, probably how many times stronger.

Mo Lingyue's face was calm, after all, he already knew where his own strength was, and with his current cultivation level, winning the first place was simply a dream.

"Let's go, Afeng, your game is about to start."

"...Well", Gu Yefeng pursed his lips, thinking while walking, trying hard to think of countermeasures, but in the end, he couldn't think of any good countermeasures after playing.

Jianfeng's combat power is almost superior to all other peaks. It is basically a dream for a fellow practitioner to win a sword cultivator, not to mention that there is still a gap between the protagonist and Hua Yu's cultivation.

Hua Yu is already at the late stage of Jindan, and he is just a step away from being promoted to Nascent Soul.

This is not the difference of a higher level, the higher the cultivation level, the more difficult it is to advance, especially Jindan and Yuanying are a watershed, although there are many disciples in the Liuyu faction's foundation period and Jindan period, but further Going up, there are not many disciples of Yuanying, so this level of difference is equivalent to a gap.

It is too difficult to defeat Hua Yu under this chasm.

Probably because the news spread that he had won against Yun Chen in the foundation building stage yesterday, the disciples who came to watch his competition today were much more than yesterday, at least dozens of people.

Gu Yefeng sighed heavily and walked onto the playing field.

He was lucky enough to meet an inner disciple he didn't know at all.

Although the inner disciple didn't watch Gu Yefeng's match yesterday, he had heard about it, so he didn't relax his vigilance even though the opponent seemed to be seriously injured.

After all, the opponent's talisman paper seems to be very strange, and it doesn't need any combat power at all.

Gu Yefeng had no intention of fighting, and directly took out the talisman paper with his other unbandaged hand and floated in front of him, but before he could operate it, a sword came up directly in the next second.

Gu Yefeng's talisman paper took time to draw, so the inner disciple naturally wouldn't give him a chance, and typed it the moment he took out the talisman paper.

"Wait! Don't—" Gu Yefeng stared dumbfounded at the talisman touched by the sword, he was already absent-minded and had no time to react.