My Demon Queen

Chapter 311 Final 9

Ye An slowly returned to the lobby of the inn and gently sat back in his original seat.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his gaze stayed on Wuyou for a moment. He saw that Wuyou had an indifferent expression, his jade-like fingers were twirling the Buddhist beads, he was muttering something, and the low sound of Buddhist scriptures flowed slowly in the air.

Then, Ye An's sight shifted to the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox. At this time, the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox was lying on the table bored. After noticing Ye An's gaze, her eyebrows slightly frowned, a hint of displeasure flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she opened her red lips slightly: "Hey, what are you looking at?"

When Ye An heard the voice of the nine-tailed fox, he was startled for a moment, then he slowly retracted his gaze, lowered his eyes to look at the teacup in front of him, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Seeing that Ye An ignored it, the nine-tailed fox curled its lips, feeling extremely bored, and continued to lie on the table, staring at Wuyou.

Wuyou opened his eyes with some surprise, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and looked at Ye An.

In the past, whenever the Nine-tailed Fox said this, Ye An would definitely refute, and the two would inevitably have a verbal battle. But today, Ye An was unusually calm, which made Wuyou feel a little curious.

Ye An thought to himself: "The purpose of these two people is completely different. Wuyou may have come because of me, but the intention of the Nine-tailed Demon Fox is really hard to figure out. And the strange thing is that the Qingqiu Fox Clan did not send anyone else to come. This is really unexpected."

He frowned slightly, his eyes revealing a thoughtful gleam, and he was carefully calculating the purpose of the two in his mind.

Finally, Ye An slowly closed his eyes and began to review all the possibilities.

Wuyou and the Nine-tailed Fox on the side also fell silent at this time.

Wuyou still looked indifferent, sitting there quietly, as if immersed in his own world.

The nine-tailed fox tilted its head slightly, with a complicated expression on its face.

The two of them were surprisingly in sync. Neither of them spoke nor disturbed Ye An, as if the little incident just now had never happened.

There was a quiet atmosphere in the lobby of the inn, with only the sound of breathing and the occasional noise from the street outside.

Time passes by bit by bit like the sand in an hourglass.

Everyone began to prepare intensively for the finals.

Mu Wushuang was currently in a quiet valley.

She was wearing a clean white dress, which was as pure as snow and shimmered slightly in the sunlight.

Her long hair was tied behind her head like silk, and a few strands of hair fluttered gently in the breeze like dancing butterflies.

Her beautiful face was full of determination and her eyes were burning with an unyielding fire.

He swung the long sword in his hand with force as sharp as lightning, bringing out bursts of sharp sounds of breaking through the air.

Every time he swung his sword, it seemed as if he could cut off all obstacles in the world.

In between sword practice, she quickly changed her body shape and began to practice Bajiquan.

The punch was so powerful that every punch seemed to have a force of a thousand pounds, as if it could make the air tremble slightly.

Her eyes were focused and determined, and there was a hint of solemnity on her face.

Sweat slid down her cheeks, dripped onto the ground, and was instantly absorbed by the soil, but she was completely unaware.

Then, she stood up with the sword in her hand and performed Tai Chi sword.

The sword moves smoothly and gracefully, seemingly gentle but concealing an endless sharpness.

Her figure is as light as a swallow, and every movement she makes is as natural and smooth as flowing clouds and water.

Then she put down her sword, slowly danced with her hands, and began to practice Tai Chi.

The movements are smooth and flowing, soft yet strong, and contain infinite charm.

Her eyes revealed a kind of tranquility and peace, as if she was one with the whole nature.

The reason why she practiced Bajiquan, Tai Chi sword and Tai Chi so hard was because they were taught by Ye An.

She had a strong desire in her heart, which was to compete with Ye An in the finals.

"Don't even think about running away this time." Mu Wushuang murmured in a low voice, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

Xiao Lin came to an ancient and mysterious relic, which was filled with rich spiritual energy, as if he was in a fairyland.

The surrounding walls are engraved with ancient runes, which are shining with mysterious light, as if telling ancient stories.

Xiao Lin sat cross-legged in the center of the ruins, his eyes closed and his face solemn.

His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about some important issue.

Around him, spiritual energy swirled around him like a whirlpool, continuously pouring into his body.

Xiao Lin silently felt the power of the four sacred beasts surging in his body.

The majesty of the power of the Azure Dragon, the ferocity of the power of the White Tiger, the heat of the power of the Vermillion Bird, and the steadiness of the power of the Black Tortoise, the four forces intertwined and collided in his body.

He tried hard to control these four forces, trying to better integrate and control them.

Sweat kept oozing from his forehead, but he dared not be distracted at all.

He was completely absorbed in comprehending the power of the four sacred beasts, constantly adjusting his breath and state of mind.

"Mu Wushuang, I wonder if I can have a conversation with you this time." Xiao Lin muttered slowly, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Gu Shuchen sat quietly in the library of the academy, which was filled with ancient books and classics, and the air was filled with the fragrance of old books.

His eyes were focused and deep, and he would write down some thoughts on the paper with the brush in his hand from time to time.

In front of him were ancient books, each of which contained endless wisdom and power.

Gu Shuchen sometimes flipped through books, sometimes closed his eyes and meditated, drawing wisdom from ancient documents.

His fingers gently brushed across the pages, feeling the texture of the paper and the warmth of the words.

Every word seemed to tell him an ancient story, and every sentence contained profound truth.

He immersed himself in the world of books, constantly improving his realm and strength.

"Mo Qingcheng, I hope you can see it." Gu Shuchen murmured.

Long Aotian stood in a mysterious cave, which was filled with rich spiritual energy and the breath of the dragon clan.

He roared towards the sky, and the dragon scales on his body flashed with dazzling light.

The light was as bright as the sun, making people dare not look directly at it.

His eyes were full of confidence and dominance. As the young patriarch of the dragon clan, he shouldered the glory and mission of the dragon clan.

Long Aotian felt the surge of his own blood power, a power from ancient times, strong and mysterious.

He was stimulating the power of his own bloodline, trying to awaken the ancient heritage of the dragon clan.

The spiritual energy around his body burned like flames, and the powerful aura made the surrounding air tremble.

His hands were clenched into fists, his muscles were tense, and every inch of his skin was filled with strength.

He knew that in the finals, he had to show the majesty and power of the dragon clan and win honor for the demon clan.

He continued to hone his body and will, preparing for the upcoming challenges and the girl.

There was a hint of tenderness in his eyes, as if he was recalling something beautiful.