My Demon Queen

Chapter 240 There may be danger

Several orcs from the demon tribe stood there, their tall bodies casting a shadow.

The leading deer demon shook the antlers on his head, his eyes full of impatience.

He stared at Ye An and said in a bad tone: "Human boy, this has nothing to do with you, get out of here."

Several other orcs also took a step forward, their heavy footsteps hitting the ground, making a dull sound.

They moved closer to Ye An, emitting a strong demonic aura, and a sense of oppression was overwhelming.

Ye An looked back at Su Su who was still looking at the ring seriously, and a look of helplessness appeared in his eyes.

Su Su's expression was so focused, as if the whole world was just about the exciting fight on the ring.

Ye An muttered to himself: "I just have nothing to do because I'm full." As he thought, he glanced around.

He found that only a few orcs in front of him were planning to attack Susu. The other monsters more or less avoided Susu and focused on the arena, as if they didn't want to get involved in unnecessary trouble.

"Boy, I'm talking to you, do you hear me?"

At this time, another pig demon took a step forward. He was huge, with a face full of flesh and every strand of hair on his body standing up.

The pig demon stretched out his thick arms and was about to grab Ye An. That hand was like a huge pair of pincers, with a whistling sound.

Ye An didn't even look at the pig demon and the others, but concentrated on observing the situation around him.

His right hand had already taken out a paper fan that he had not seen for a long time. The fan was exquisitely crafted, with landscape patterns painted on it.

Ye An gently stroked the paper fan, thinking about how to deal with the situation in his mind.

"I've told you before, the girl is still young and won't accept any marriage proposals."

Ye An's voice was firm and powerful, like steel.

He opened his paper fan, and a mysterious light flashed instantly.

A formation appeared under the feet of these orcs. The formation was complex and mysterious, exuding an ancient atmosphere.

Almost in an instant, these orcs disappeared from the spot, as if they had never appeared.

The speed was so fast that even the people around didn't notice anything wrong.

Seeing that no one else was alarmed, Ye An breathed a sigh of relief.

Just when Ye An was about to look for Su Su, he suddenly felt a pair of eyes staring at him.

That look was like a sharp sword, sending chills down his spine.

Ye An immediately turned around and looked in the direction of that gaze, and saw Feng Jiutian staring at him.

Feng Jiutian has an upright posture, deep eyes, and exudes a powerful aura.

Ye An thought to himself, "It seems that I have been discovered after all." He felt a little uneasy, but soon calmed down.

Ye An put away the paper fan, pointed at Feng Jiutian, and hooked his finger slightly.

The action was full of provocation, as if challenging Feng Jiutian.

When Feng Jiutian saw Ye An’s provocative behavior, the corners of his mouth curled up and interest appeared in his eyes.

"It looks like this gathering of heroes is going to be interesting," he thought to himself.

Ye An looked at Feng Jiutian who was unmoved, and knew that he would not take action or point out that he knew how to set up a formation for the time being.

So I ignored him and turned to walk towards Su Su.

Feng Jiutian looked at Ye An's back, and secretly classified Ye An as having the same strength as Long Aotian in his heart.

His eyes were full of thought, and he had a strong interest in Ye An's strength.

Looking at the people from the other two tribes, he found that their eyes were only on the little fox in Qingqiu, but they never paid attention to the human who appeared in the waiting area of ​​the demon tribe.

For a moment, Feng Jiutian was full of contempt for the other two tribes. "They pay attention to a little fox that has not yet grown up, but not to the people around the little fox. The Dragon Tribe and the Qilin Tribe are also declining."

Feng Jiutian no longer cared about the other two tribes, but focused on watching Wuyou fighting against Qilinhuo on the arena.

This little monk also attracted Feng Jiutian's special attention. His strength and calmness impressed Feng Jiutian.

At this moment, Wuyou stood on the ring with the Buddhist Golden Bell Cover in one hand, allowing the Qilin Fire to launch a fierce attack.

On the ring, the atmosphere was tense and anxious.

Wuyou stood quietly, using one hand to perform the Buddhist Golden Bell Cover. The golden light was like an indestructible fortress, protecting him firmly inside.

He stood tall and straight, with a calm face, and his eyes revealed endless compassion and determination.

Each ray of golden light seemed to contain profound Buddhist power, emitting a reassuring aura.

Qilin Fire was a completely different scene. His eyes were red, as if two raging flames were burning in them.

His hair fluttered wildly in the steam of the flames, like a crown of burning flames.

The flames all around him surged and rolled, with various colors such as red, orange, and yellow intertwined together, forming a gorgeous yet dangerous picture.

Those flames were sometimes like roaring dragons, sometimes like ferocious cheetahs, constantly launching fierce attacks on Wuyou like a storm.

When the blazing flames hit the golden bell, the roar was like a landslide.

Sparks flew everywhere like fireworks, some flew high and bloomed brilliantly in the air.

Some fell on the ring, instantly burning the ground into black spots.

With every collision, people can feel the powerful impact, as if the entire ring is shaking.

Qilinhuo shouted angrily: "Humph, you monk, you only know how to defend, what kind of hero are you!"

His voice was full of anger and unwillingness. At this moment, he was like an enraged lion, ready to pounce on the enemy at any time.

Wuyou's face was as calm as water, but the compassion and determination in his eyes did not diminish at all. He said slowly: "Donor, I am a Buddhist monk. Monks do not fight. I just want peace."

Qilin Huo was unyielding, "Today's competition is too complicated to resist! Watch my moves!"

After saying this, the flames on Qilin Fire's body rose again, like a volcano about to erupt.

The flames quickly condensed and turned into a ferocious fire snake, pouncing towards Wuyou with bared fangs and claws.

The scales on the fire snake's body sparkled with dazzling light, and the flames it spewed out of its mouth seemed to be able to turn everything into ashes.

Wuyou remained as still as a mountain, and the light of the golden bell shone even more dazzlingly.

When the fire snake hit the golden bell, the golden light instantly wrapped up the fire snake like a huge cocoon.

The fire snake struggled hard, but was unable to break free from the powerful Buddha's power.

Seeing this, Qilinhuo became even more impatient. He launched attacks again and again, and the flames kept hitting the Golden Bell Cover like meteors.

Each flame carried enormous power, as if it was going to shatter the golden bell.

However, the Golden Bell Cover remained indestructible and steadily resisted the attack of the Qilin Fire.

Wuyou shook his head slightly and said, "Donor, fighting is useless. Only by letting go of anger can you be free."

Qilinhuo was not willing to listen and roared, "Stop talking nonsense! We must decide the winner today."

Time passed slowly, and the power of Qilin Fire gradually weakened.

His attacks were no longer as fierce as before, and the color of the flames became much dimmer.

Wuyou's golden bell cover remains indestructible, emitting a stable and powerful light.

Finally, Qilinhuo ran out of energy and collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily, his clothes soaked with sweat.

Wuyou put away the Golden Bell Cover, clasped his hands together, and said softly: "Donor, after this competition, have you learned anything?"

Qilinhuo was panting, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

He looked at Wuyou quietly, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind. After a moment, he sighed, "Forget it, today I have witnessed the power of Buddhism."

As this special "competition" slowly came to an end, the tense atmosphere on the ring gradually dissipated, replaced by the audience's lingering discussions.

The two of them walked off the stage one after another, and their figures stood out in the crowd.

"Master Wuyou, here, here."

Su Su's clear and pleasant voice rang out like a silver bell, and was particularly clear in the noisy environment.

She stood among the crowd, waving her hands excitedly, looking like a happy little bird.

When Wuyou saw this scene, a warm smile broke out on his face. He walked towards Susu step by step with steady steps, and every step brought a sense of tranquility and peace.

"Master Wuyou, you are so amazing. You won without fighting."

Su Su looked at Wuyou coming to her and spoke to him with admiration on her face, her eyes full of admiration and praise.

Wuyou just smiled modestly, with a hint of indifference and calmness in that smile.

He was about to say something when his eyes suddenly swept to Ye An not far away.

There was a flash of astonishment in his eyes, and that moment of surprise was like a slight ripple on the surface of a calm lake.

Then, he said to Ye An apologetically: "Please forgive me, Master Mo."

When Ye An looked at Wuyou's appearance, he couldn't help but feel the urge to put on airs.

However, before he could make any move, Su Su rushed over like a gust of wind and pulled him over.

"Master Wuyou, Mo An said he is not angry with you." Su Su's voice was clear and firm, as if she was making a solemn promise for Ye An.

Ye An looked at Su Su helplessly and sighed inwardly, feeling that he couldn't even put on airs.

When Wuyou heard this, he also smiled warmly, and that smile was full of kindness and gratitude.

But he still said modestly: "Donor Mo has a broad mind, which I cannot compare with."

"Listen and look, Master Wuyou is several levels higher than you." Su Su looked at Wuyou's humble appearance and her heart was filled with admiration.

However, when she turned to look at Ye An, there was a little contempt in her eyes.

Ye An was suddenly at a loss whether to laugh or cry. This little girl really had a clear distinction between love and hate.

He didn't want to tolerate it either, so he reached out and tapped Susu's little head gently.

"If you say anything more, I'll beat you up." Ye An said viciously, but there was no ferocity in his eyes, instead there was a hint of doting.

"Master Wuyou, look at him."

Su Su pretended to be frightened and quickly hid behind Wuyou.

Wuyou smiled and said, "Don't worry, Donor Mo won't do anything."

Ye An also gave Wuyou a blank look, feeling a little helpless.

He stretched out his hand and pulled Wuyou, saying, "Come with me. And you, come with me, but don't get too close." For a moment, the two looked at Ye An with some doubts, their eyes full of curiosity and confusion. But they didn't say anything, just followed Ye An silently, waiting for his next words.

"Little monk, Susu might be in danger."