Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

Chapter 77 and Chapter The Prodigy of Three Hundred Years Ago - Lu Lingjiao [Please read and subscribe]

Bai Yuling said in a gentle tone: "So, Ye Qian'an is indeed quite capable."

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he saw the sword's light still floating above the clear water of the lake, twisting the sky like a whirlpool.

Bai Yuling raised her jade hand, but when she touched it, her finger was cut by the sword light, and red blood dripped down the wound and fell into the clear lake water.

"Mom, are you okay?"

Lin Xuezhu ran over and asked worriedly.

"No problem."

Bai Yuling raised her hands and looked at the distant Qingshan Yijun, and said sadly: "If you really can, I hope you can help me protect my daughter, and I will go with you, husband."

………………

half year later.

Qingxuanzong Square.

At the end of the long stone steps, there is mist and clouds. Behind the mist is a huge square. The square is paved entirely with huge stones, which looks simple and elegant.

After learning about this, many of the sect's secluded elders and disciples appeared in the square, ready to witness the entire process.

There were several thousand disciples standing in the huge square, and among them there were many inner disciples flying on swords in the sky.

Leng Qianning, the founder of the sect, sat on a chair and picked up the teacup on the table with an indifferent expression.

Almost all the sects and cultivation families within the territory of Yulong Country have sent people here, most of whom are the sect leaders or first disciples who come here in person. Only Qingxuan Sect can possess such momentum. No other sect can do this.

Wang Teng next to Dan Yangzi had a gloomy expression on his face. After six months of hard practice, his cultivation had already broken through to the perfect state of the late Spirit Transformation period. This time, he was determined to become the chief elder no matter what.

This not only concerns whether he can become the next leader of the sect, but more importantly, it concerns the reputation of his master Dan Yangzi.

Therefore, this time he was determined to become the chief elder of the sect no matter what.

The elders of the Sword Tomb had also arrived on their swords. They landed steadily on the ground and bowed to Leng Qianning who was sitting on the chair.

"I've met senior sister."

Leng Qianning opened her beautiful eyes, then nodded lightly and responded casually.

"Ah."

Dan Yangzi felt somewhat unhappy, as he, as the sect leader, seemed to have no face at all. Although his strength was not as good as those elders from the Sword Tomb, he was still the sect leader of the Qingxuan Sect after all.

Not only did he not greet me, he didn't even bother to say hello.

No matter who it is, I'm afraid it would be difficult to endure such humiliation.

Several black lines appeared on Danyangzi's forehead and veins bulged on his arms, but due to the strength and status of the Sword Tomb Elder, he couldn't say anything else and could only let it go.

All the geniuses of the sect have arrived here, and among them there are a few whom even Wang Teng does not recognize. They are the geniuses who failed three hundred years ago. Now, after learning about this, they have stopped their retreat and are preparing to face the next assessment by the elders.

Wang Teng's gaze rested on a young and beautiful woman.

She has a tall figure, a fair face, a delicate forehead and beautiful eyebrows, and her phoenix eyes are full of extraordinary spirit. She is unrivaled in the world and exudes an inviolable majesty.

She was wearing a gorgeous orange palace robe, giving people a clear and transparent feeling. Her slender hands were as white as spring water, and her fingers were as thin as green onion roots. One look at her would make you feel lost. Wang Teng asked curiously, "Master, who is this woman?"

Dan Yangzi glanced at the woman in the gorgeous orange robe and said calmly, "This woman's name is Lu Lingjiao, a cultivator in the late Return to Void stage. Three hundred years ago, she competed with me for the position of sect leader."

Come to think of it, she is still my junior sister.

Now, three hundred years have passed, and he is still alive.

Lu Lingjiao also raised her head and looked in the direction of Dan Yangzi with a strange smile. Her smile was extremely cold, giving people a feeling of falling into an abyss.

Even Dan Yangzi was a little frightened.

If it weren't for the fact that his cultivation had stagnated, it would be hard to say who would take the position of the head of the sect.

The other few people were also geniuses of the sect. Three hundred years had passed in the blink of an eye, but they had not forgotten about becoming the leader of the Qingxuan Sect. They left their retreat and came here to compete.

Lu Lingjiao came over at this time and clasped her fists towards Leng Qianning: "Senior Sister, it has been three hundred years. I didn't expect that you have already broken through to the Mahayana realm."

"Lingjiao, long time no see."

Leng Qianning stood up and helped Lu Lingjiao tidy up the black hair beside her ears. She smiled gently and said, "Where have you been in the past three hundred years?"

"Leaving the Shenzhou Continent."

Lu Lingjiao replied.

This time he returned to the sect in order to become a candidate for the next sect leader and to make up for the unwillingness he felt three hundred years ago.

Lu Lingjiao then asked, "Sister, didn't it say that combined cultivators were not allowed to participate in the previous competition among the sect elders? Why did you let Brother Jianzhong participate this time?"

Leng Qianning replied calmly, "The elders of Jianzhong have been stationed here for hundreds of years. This is the only way to free them. It can also be regarded as an explanation from me to Master."

After hearing these words, Lu Lingjiao did not say anything else. After all, whether that group of old guys left the sword tomb or not had nothing to do with her.

Although she was only in the late stage of Return to Void, her strength had skyrocketed after years of fighting, so naturally she didn't have to fear that group of old immortals.

At this time, Lu Lingjiao looked at Wang Teng beside Dan Yangzi, only to see her eyebrows raised and she turned away with some disgust. She saw vulgarity and greed in Wang Teng's eyes.

This kind of person is really disgusting.

When Wang Teng saw that his gaze had been discovered, he immediately withdrew his gaze, but he still lingered under Lu Lingjiao's beautiful robe.

Around those arms as white as lotus roots and as delicate as jade, the wide light purple cuffs of the palace robe, as the white bone lizard moved forward like riding on clouds and mist, stirred up a strong wind, blowing the cuffs and her clothes into a frenzy.

Dan Yangzi snorted coldly and said, "Junior Sister Lu Lingjiao, haven't you seen your senior brother, Dan Yangzi?"

"Hehe." Lu Lingjiao said with a sneer, "Dan Yangzi, if it weren't for you taking shortcuts, how could you be sitting in this position? Do you really think that you can sit in this position forever just because you have mastered the dragon power?"

"Fake is fake after all. After so many years, you are still in the early stage of returning to the void. It's really ridiculous."

"If Master hadn't wanted to pass the position of Sect Leader to a male disciple, you would have been eliminated long ago."

Faced with Lu Lingjiao's sarcasm, Dan Yangzi, the sect's head, was furious. He stood up immediately and was about to refute, but was frightened by Lu Lingjiao's eyes and had to sit back in his seat.

I swore in my heart that one day I would make these short-sighted people pay the price.

(End of this chapter)