My Demon Queen

Chapter 246 Stop here

Wuyou listened to Ye An's words "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha remains in the heart", and his eyes instantly became deep. He lowered his head slightly and fell into deep thought.

These words were like a stone thrown into the lake of my heart, causing ripples.

Wuyou's face gradually became calm, as if he had entered a world that belonged only to him.

The surrounding noise and bustle were isolated at this moment, and his world was filled with only thoughts about Buddhism.

The essentials of Buddhism that he had realized in the past kept emerging in his mind, colliding and blending with this sentence.

He tried to explore the deeper realm of Buddhism from this sentence and find the light of wisdom hidden between the lines.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, Wuyou stood there quietly, motionless, like a sculpture.

His breathing became slow and even, and his whole body exuded a peaceful and sacred aura.

Ye An looked at Wuyou who was in a state of comprehension, and a feeling of unwillingness welled up in his heart.

He originally wanted to lead Wuyou astray, but unexpectedly, he made Wuyou fall into the enlightenment of Buddhism.

Ye An frowned in annoyance, secretly blaming himself for miscalculating.

"This little monk can't be a Buddhist, right? He can get enlightenment with just one sentence. How can I turn him into a monk who only cares about food and wine?"

He looked at Wuyou helplessly, feeling both frustrated at the failure of his plan and admiring Wuyou.

After all, the fact that he could enter a state of enlightenment so easily shows how devoted and understanding Wuyou was to Buddhism.

Su Su's eyes widened, with disbelief written all over her face.

She looked at Wuyou, then at Ye An, and couldn't help laughing. "Ye An, you really lost more than you gained." Su Su teased.

Ye An rolled his eyes at Su Su, but had nothing to say.

The two of them just stayed quietly beside Wuyou. Although Ye An felt a little annoyed, their friendship seemed even deeper at this moment.

They both knew that no matter what happened, they would always be there for each other.

"Little fox, I'm going to go on stage first, keep an eye on your little monk and don't let anyone interrupt you."

Ye An looked at his name appearing on the light screen on the ring and knew that it was time for him to go on stage.

A serious look appeared on his face and his eyes swept towards Wuyou who was immersed in comprehending Buddhism. His heart was full of worry, fearing that someone would disturb Wuyou at this time.

So he turned to Su Su and explained seriously.

"Go ahead, go ahead. You're so nagging." Su Su pouted, with an unhappy look on her face.

A hint of dissatisfaction flashed in her bright eyes, and she obviously felt that Ye An did not believe in her.

However, her eyes would glance at Wuyou from time to time, and she also had the determination to protect Wuyou in her heart.

Ye An was not annoyed, he just smiled dotingly.

He reached out and rubbed Susu's little head, the gentle movement seemed like caressing a precious treasure.

Then, he looked at Wuyou deeply again, then turned around and strode towards the ring.

During this period, Mu Wushuang's eyes were always on Ye An.

There was confusion and thought in her eyes, and she seemed to feel that Ye An was very familiar.

The eyes followed Ye An's figure closely, as if trying to find the answer from him.

She frowned slightly, her doubts growing deeper and deeper, but she didn't know where this sense of familiarity came from.

As Ye An stepped onto the stage, his eyes instantly met with the owner of yesterday's mysterious gaze.

Feng Jiutian was seen wearing a fire phoenix robe. The fire phoenix pattern on the robe was lifelike, as if it could take off into the air at any time.

Feng Jiutian's handsome facial features seemed to be carefully carved, and every line was just right. In this handsomeness, there was a hint of elegance, just like a handsome young man walking out of a painting.

At this moment, the air around the ring seemed to be frozen.

The sunlight shines on the ring, but it cannot dispel the tense atmosphere.

The breeze blew gently, but it couldn't take away the smell of gunpowder that was about to explode.

The floor of the arena is paved with hard bluestone, with faint traces of battles on it, telling of the fierce confrontations in the past.

"Finally I meet you, my mysterious friend." Feng Jiutian spoke slowly, his voice steady and magnetic.

Ye An glanced at Feng Jiutian, his heart full of doubts.

"Could it be that my disguise was so easily seen through?" He frowned slightly and thought to himself.

"If you were a girl saying this, I might be very happy, but you are a good-looking man, so I'm not interested in you." Ye An said bluntly.

Feng Jiutian looked at Ye An's ordinary face and listened to his vulgar words, but his interest grew stronger.

There was a gleam of curiosity in his eyes, as if he was examining a rare treasure.

“But I am very interested in you, from the beginning when you fought with martial arts, to later when you encountered those idiots from the demon clan and used…” Feng Jiutian was unexpectedly silent and did not continue.

"So, you must be not an ordinary person, but that little fox is a member of my demon clan, and we should have the right to make the decision. That's why I didn't do anything to the little fox last night. I wanted to have a talk with you and see if you are willing to not interfere in this matter." Feng Jiutian said politely, with an unquestionable firmness in his tone.

The more Ye An listened, the deeper his frown grew. What he feared the least was others taking action openly, but he was afraid of those who plotted behind his back.

As the saying goes: There is no reason to guard against thieves a thousand miles away.

"What if I don't want to? What if I say, I'll keep this little fox?" Ye An's decisive words were loud and clear, with a firm light in his eyes.

Feng Jiutian sighed regretfully, "Then I can only ask you, sir, to stop here." There was a sharp flash in his eyes, as if announcing his determination to Ye An.

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Jiutian attacked instantly. His figure was as fast as lightning, and as his robe fluttered, a powerful aura rushed towards him.

He just flipped his palm and a blazing flame swept towards Ye An.

The flame was like a ferocious beast, pouncing towards Ye An with bared fangs and claws. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be burning, making a sizzling sound.

Ye An's eyes narrowed as he calculated quickly in his mind.

You must not reveal your identity, and you must never use power beyond the scope of ordinary martial arts, otherwise it will inevitably cause unnecessary trouble.

He gritted his teeth, and quickly formed seals with his hands in a very covert manner. Tiny rays of light from the formation flashed by, silently blessing his body.

The fluctuations of the formation were controlled so well by him that they were almost imperceptible.

But even so, Ye An was still full of worries. If someone found out, the consequences would be disastrous.

But at this moment he had no way out and could only go ahead.

Then, Ye An performed Wing Chun. His movements were agile and powerful, and every move was full of explosive power.

Ye An's figure was like a shadow, shuttling through the flames, constantly approaching Feng Jiutian. His fists fell like raindrops, as fast as lightning and extremely accurate.

Each punch carried great power, as if it could penetrate everything.

Ye An's Wing Chun Kung Fu focuses on inch power, and the instantaneous burst of power is hard to defend against.

At this time, Mu Wushuang, who was not far away, was staring at Ye An.

The moment I saw Ye An performing Wing Chun, a strong sense of familiarity came over me.

Her eyes were fixed on Ye An, her brows slightly furrowed, and she was trying to think about the source of this familiar feeling.

She always felt that she seemed to have seen this kind of boxing style somewhere, but she couldn't remember where.

Feng Jiutian was not to be outdone. He controlled the flames, changing into various forms, and launched a fierce attack on Ye An.

Sometimes the flames turned into a giant dragon, pouncing towards Ye An with bared fangs and claws; sometimes they turned into countless fireballs, smashing towards Ye An like meteors.

Feng Jiutian's figure was looming in the flames, like a god of fire, controlling everything.

The two men fought back and forth in the ring, and the fight was difficult to determine.

Fist shadows and flames intertwined, colliding to create fierce sparks. Ye An's Wing Chun boxing skills were exquisite, using speed to defeat speed and using ingenuity to defeat strength.

His body flexibly dodged the fire attack while constantly looking for Feng Jiutian's flaws.

Feng Jiutian's fire attack was extremely ferocious and powerful.

His flames seemed endless, constantly attacking Ye An.

As the battle progressed, both of them were slightly injured. Ye An's clothes were scorched in several places by the flames, and there was a shallow scratch on his face.

Although the scratch was not deep, a trace of blood seeped out, making it particularly eye-catching.

In the stands, Mo Qingcheng hid his face and watched the battle quietly.

When she saw Ye An injured, anger instantly filled her eyes.

She clenched her fists tightly, trying to restrain her urge to rush forward.

Feng Jiutian's robe was also somewhat torn, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

His face was slightly pale, but there was no sign of retreat in his eyes. Instead, he became more determined.

This fierce battle attracted everyone's attention, and everyone was shocked by their strength.

And below the ring, Su Su looked at Ye An nervously, her heart full of worry.

Wuyou was still immersed in the state of understanding Buddhism, and was completely unaware of everything around him.

Some of the spectators around the ring held their breath, some whispered, and the whole scene was tense and heated.

"I didn't expect this guy to be so powerful. What a pity! If I use the formation, will I let you hurt me?"

Ye An reached out and touched the scar on his face, looked at the blood in his hand, and thought secretly in his heart.

There was a flash of unwillingness in his eyes, but he had to suppress the urge to use the formation.

After all, hiding one's identity is crucial. Once exposed, the consequences will be disastrous, especially the impact on Mo Qingcheng will be devastating.

"Hold on, you must hold on, there will be a way, there will definitely be a way." Ye An tried hard to restrain himself in his heart.

At this time, Feng Jiutian raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said with a hint of provocation: "Sir, guess, when I fight you, will anyone catch the little fox?"