Portable Space: The Peasant Princess

Gu Panxia and Murong Bai came to their senses at the same time, and they both looked at each other defensively.

Gu Panxia raised the corner of her mouth again. She really didn't expect that in desperation, she actually managed to use the sword.

Murong Bai's originally sinister gaze became even more sinister, and he narrowed his eyes slightly when he looked at Gu Panxia.

Suddenly, he was seen leaping into the air, the sword in his hand spinning rapidly, and countless fluorescent blades flying towards Gu Panxia.

Gu Panxia's face changed drastically, and she quickly injected her internal energy into Xu Fengjian. Her body instantly rose into the air, and she used a set of Dou Shuan Xing Shi Shi instantly.

Murong Bai's light blades were densely packed, and Gu Panxia's sword blades were even denser than him.

At the moment when the light blade collided with the sword blade, several sword blades flew out quickly and attacked Murong Bai who was standing in mid-air.

The blade was very fast. By the time Murong Bai reacted and wanted to dodge, it was already too late.

His body was hit by the sword, and he fell from the air, hitting the ring hard, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"What a strong blade!"

Ruan Xiong couldn't help but exclaimed. If he had doubts about Gu Panxia's strength before, now he was completely convinced.

At such a young age, he can wield a sword. If in the future... then what's the point?

Everyone's attention was on the sword blade. Only the city guard elder noticed the swordsmanship Gu Panxia had just used.

He looked at Tianyao, who was also shocked, and asked in a low voice: "Tianyao, what that girl just did was the star movement in the story of the rising sun?"

Tianyao was brought back to his senses by the voice of the city guard elder, and he nodded hurriedly: "Exactly!"

"What is her relationship with the Chaoyang Sect?"

Ruan Xiong couldn't wait to ask.

He was already surprised that Gu Panxia was holding the Xu Fengjian, and now he actually knew the martial arts of Chaoyangji, which was so shocking.

When talking about the relationship between Gu Panxia and the Chaoyang Sect, Tianyao couldn't help but cough slightly and said with a hint of embarrassment: "That girl... is my adopted daughter."

Adopted daughter?

The city guard elder and Ruan Xiong rarely showed surprise.

"When did you take in your adopted daughter? Why don't you invite me for a drink?"

Ruan Xiong's words were filled with a bit of sourness. Why didn't he meet such an outstanding adopted daughter?

Not only did Ruan Xiong's words sound sour, but even the elders who were already very old guarding the city couldn't help but feel sour in their hearts.

That girl is not a genius, she is simply a genius.

It was so cheap that Tianyao picked it up for nothing, which was really disappointing!

Seeing that the two people's eyes were a little unkind, Tianyao looked away with evasive eyes.

If he said that girl was his junior sister, how should he explain it to them?

Said to be the disciple who was taken in after the master's death? Who would believe it? Maybe the elders guarding the city will believe it, but others may not.

To avoid trouble, he could only lie and say that the girl was his adopted daughter.

Tianlin and Yu Feng, who were standing behind him, wisely did not ask. The master must have a purpose in speaking.

Regardless of whether Gu Panxia is the adopted daughter of her master or the apprentice of her ancestor, she is a young lady of the Chaoyang Sect and the pride of the Chaoyang Sect.

On the ring, Murong Bai tried to stand up, but unfortunately, he was scratched by the sword blade. There were blood marks on his arms, abdomen, and waist. The pain made beads of sweat fall from his forehead.

His sinister gaze stared at Gu Panxia fiercely, with fear and hatred in his eyes. It seemed that he wanted to kill her quickly, but he was also vaguely afraid of her strength.

He worked hard for a long time to get the approval of the Guangmen Sect Master, but now, he was defeated by Gu Panxia with just a few moves. How could he, who had always been proud, lose his face?