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The smile on the great elder's face stiffened.

But since Shi Muyun was blind and didn't really believe that the sword spirit could really distinguish this, he remained silent for a second and then said with a smile: "Master, what are you talking about? You're kidding me. It's more or less too much, I just want to pour you a glass of wine, how could it be..."

"Then Great Elder, please have a drink by yourself first." Shi Muyun raised his chin and interrupted the Great Elder: "Just drink from the pot in your hand. The sword spirit will watch it for me. Don't change the wine in the middle." . As long as you drink it, I will apologize for those remarks you just made."

A good one will apologize.

The great elder's expression was so ugly this time that he couldn't get over it.

The poison in the wine was poisoned by himself.

Of course he also knew that drinking this poison would kill him.

Besides, the amount given to Shi Muyun would guarantee that anyone of his level would drink it to death. The Great Elder's own abilities are not as good as his. Let alone drinking, I am afraid that if he gets a little bit of the poisonous wine in this cup, he will be hopeless in this life, right?

The fear in my heart reached a new level.

The smile on the great elder's face could no longer be maintained.

Shi Muyun patted Yan Feng beside him slowly.

The latter understood what he meant and immediately retracted his body and transformed into the long sword.

He knew that Shi Muyun was going to kill someone.

As Shi Muyun's sword, of course he must cooperate well with his master. This is what a good sword should do.

Feeling that the weight in his arms was empty, Shi Muyun also understood that Yan Feng had returned to the sword.

He simply stood up and asked below, he said: "Everyone, why not stop pretending, just express what thoughts are in your heart directly. The Great Elder has always been a timid character. If it is him One person would never dare to do something like this. In this case, his accomplices should stand up with him. With more people, your chances of winning may be greater."

That's what he said, but everyone could hear it. The sarcasm in Shi Muyun's words was completely obvious and not concealed at all.

But it's just like what he said.

For others, it seems that this is the last chance. So after a moment of silence, the elders who were still sitting there, including most of the ordinary disciples, all stood up one by one.

Everyone stared in the direction of Shi Muyun.

Like a wild beast that has only found its prey.

"Master, you really can't blame us for this matter. If possible, of course we want to live in harmony with you and don't want to engage in these antagonisms."

"But you don't know what's reasonable, do you?"

"Our entire sect is all sword cultivators. Since we are sword cultivators, of course we also understand the importance of spiritual swords."

"We understand how rare this sword is better than those outside. Our goal in practicing Taoism is also to become an immortal."

"I would say, Master, you might as well make it easier for everyone. If you are willing to take us to become immortals together, then of course we will not trouble you again. But if you still insist on going your own way and give up becoming immortals for this sword If it’s a road, don’t blame us for being ruthless.”

Those people couldn't stop talking.

Judging from their remarks, it seemed that Shi Muyun had turned into that stubborn idiot who refused to listen.

I don't want to bother with them too much.

Shi Muyun unsheathed his long sword.

This is telling them through actions that there is no need to continue those messy discussions.

It just wastes time.

After all, he had no intention of obeying.

The battle was about to break out. Even if one person faced an entire sect, Shi Muyun did not lose at all.

He doesn't care who his opponent is.

Because no matter who it is, he will never be defeated.

It's just that the fighting process took a little longer than imagined.

The party was held at dusk.

It wasn't until the full moon rose in the sky and the surrounding area returned to hazy darkness that Shi Muyun's hand holding the long sword dropped.

There was only a rich smell of blood around.

The white clothes on Shi Muyun's body had been dyed bright red by blood.

He can't see it himself.

But Yan Feng, who was still in the sword, could see clearly.

The way Shi Muyun looked like this was really quite different from the way Shi Muyun showed him before.

But when compared with Xie Chengan in his memory, Yan Feng felt that this was the most perfect coincidence between Xie Chengan and his soul fragments.

The heart rate is uncontrollably accelerating.

At this moment, Shi Muyun seemed to have realized something. He suddenly brought the long sword in front of him, leaned over and kissed the sword, then lowered his voice and asked slowly: "Yan Yan, Are you afraid of me?"

There was a bit of trembling in the voice.

Yan Feng could tell that Shi Muyun was worried.

But as a good sword, he would never give his master the chance to worry about these things.

He simply got out of the sword.

He pulled away Shi Muyun's hand holding the sword, and then threw himself into the opponent's arms. Yan Feng answered with a smile, and said: "I like the way you are now. Swords are all bloodthirsty, and so am I. Don't you understand this?"

Shi Muyun was silent.

He actually felt it when he was fighting just now.

The sword has been cooperating with him, even pulling him to attack.

He can understand this.

But when I think of that squeamish baby who always cuddles up in his arms and acts like a spoiled child, I can't help but wonder if there is an error in his understanding.

After all, such a cute and delicate little boy.

How could it be a murderous existence?

Every time he was about to fight, Shi Muyun's mood was so complicated. Even after hearing Yan Feng's response, he couldn't help but think, was the little sword spirit giving such an answer simply to cooperate with him and not want to disappoint him too much?

The more such thoughts appeared, the more he felt that he was right.

And just when he couldn't help but get into trouble, his forehead was suddenly lightly knocked by a soft fist.

His little sword spirit is the only one who dares to do such a thing and has the ability to do it.

Of course Shi Muyun wouldn't be angry.

He even took Yan Feng's hand, put it on his lips and kissed it twice. Then he said with a gentle smile: "What are you beating me for? If it hurts you, I will feel bad for you. If you are unhappy, tell me and I can beat me for you, why do you have to do it yourself?"

It's really nice to say.

Yan Feng hummed and leaned over to kiss Shi Muyun.

Then he put on a serious tone and said: "Shi Muyun, I am a sword, can you remember this? Whose sword needs the owner to protect it? You just need to use it as you like, don't be so pretentious. May I?"

Just use it as you like...

I repeated this sentence silently in my mind.

With a smile on his face again, Shi Muyun asked him in a deep voice: "Yan Yan, you can use it however you want with me, is that what you mean?"