Senior sister's ruthless ways are crazy and sassy

"Weird."

"After spending a long time squatting there, you kidnapped a few Xuantian Sect disciples and left them in the Demon Realm and just ignored them?" Elder Cao couldn't figure it out. After thinking carefully for a moment, he asked, "There is only one Miaomiao in Changning. Is the goal to capture her?"

That’s not right either!

This little girl has just established her foundation, and the sect hasn't invested much energy in her yet, so the loss won't be huge if she is captured.

There are thousands of foundation-building realms. If you want to abduct disciples and severely damage the world of cultivation, you should capture the chiefs of several other sects who have been famous for a long time.

Thinking of this, Elder Cao took a deep breath: "The Changning Love Tribulation hasn't happened yet... cough cough cough!"

The night dew was heavy and the breath choked him so much that he couldn't stop coughing.

"Let's go," Elder Qi took the sandalwood box that Yun Ci handed over before, turned around and left, "I'll be busy next."

Elder Cao also followed up: "What do you think this is! If Qing Jie is a disciple, Changning's backbone will have to be pierced for the rest of his life. How about you strengthen the Songmingfeng formation to prevent others from getting in? That's not right, we Wouldn't protecting Qing Jie harm them both..."

The words gradually dissipated in the wind.

Unexpectedly, Yun Ci, who played herself as a 'love disaster', is still climbing the ladder.

She didn't know or care about the sect's attitude towards the master and apprentice.

Chang Ning is the leader of the righteous path, so his weight is naturally heavier. At this time, Yun Ci had neither contributed nor matured, and did not meet the world's expectations for Sword Master's first disciple.

——The most promising monk to ascend, his first disciple should also be the one with the best talent.

During the days when Yun Ci wandered around the Three Thousand Worlds, she realized the meaning of the sword, refined the Heart Sword, and even filled up her secondary profession, which is enough to show that she has great abilities. Growing up down-to-earth is no worse than others.

But the title of "Leader of the Righteous Path", which has been mythologized by the world, weighs heavily on Chang Ning and Yun Ci.

They subconsciously feel that the leader should ascend successfully, and the first disciple should make rapid progress.

As for the names of the leader and the first disciple?

No one cares.

It would be the same for anyone, but Chang Ning and Yun Ci just happened to be in this position.

The ruthless way they have cultivated can, in a sense, give them some breathing space.

The only people who felt sorry for the two of them were their companions.

Climbing the ladder is not long, but Yun Ci stood on the stage with his sleeves rolled up and calmly.

The congratulator at the back suddenly noticed the little senior sister's eyes sweeping over him, and he looked up just in time to see this scene.

The childish look on the face of the thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl has not faded away. Her delicate figure stands on the wide platform, but it looks like a sharp sword.

Before he could figure out who this sword was going to kill, Yun Ci had already withdrew his gaze from the lights of the town below the mountain: "I haven't returned the favor yet for that pill."

"No, it's for you."

"I don't like to owe anyone anything." She nodded matter-of-factly, "Okay, I'll give you my blessing in return."

Congratulations: "...Then I am at a loss."

"You earned it." Yun Ci laughed out loud, "The blessings of the future leader can't be heard with just one pill."

Although I feel the moral change, it still takes time to change my habits.

The first thing to do is to settle the account of taking the elixir.

The hands folded in the sleeves quickly formed a seal: "I wish you a safe journey."

As soon as he finished speaking, something gently brushed the sword spike and poured into He Yan's body.

Like the first ray of clear wind after the rain, the spiritual power surges in the Dantian and gradually condenses into a sword with all its glory.

The sword intent that he had mastered after wielding the sword for several years came in handy at this time, splitting away the cold that was eating into his bones in an instant.

This is the method that Xuezhongzhan taught me just now when I was waiting for someone to come up.

It is considered a secret technique, and it happens that only water spiritual roots can be used.

Similar to the teaching template that burns after reading, if He Yan has enough understanding and re-concentrates the hidden sword intention, he can temper his body and repair his spiritual roots without finding the inheritance.

The future cannot be calculated.

Whether He Yan improves his cultivation from now on depends entirely on himself.

The two of them were not familiar with each other, so a nod and a bow were the last actions of both parties before they separated.

Some things cannot be changed, and inevitably one will feel regretful. Yun Ci, who was sitting in the courtyard, was silent for a long time, took out two things from the mustard bag and placed them on the stone table.

It's the sword spike obtained by Chuiyu and Gui Shi.

The cool moonlight flowed on the surface of the Phoenix crystal like water waves, just echoing the gilded pattern on the hilt.

To tie the sword spike, you have to hold the sword. As expected, the lamp floated out from the snow to catch the traitor.

"This sword should have had a sword spirit. It can't even defend its own territory, tsk." His tone was quite disgusting.

Yun Ci put the tassel on the hilt of the sword and asked, "Sword spirit?"

"You are also young, and the sword spirit will disappear sooner or later without a sword." Xue Zhongzhan said softly, "The sword is too blunt to cut anything, so I'm afraid it will be too late."

"That's it." The blue beads were moved by hands, and the collision sound reminded Yun Ci of sycamore leaves.

Xue Zhongzhan's hand that originally stretched out to the sword hilt suddenly turned away and held the sword's spike emptyly: "Oh, the sword's intention is there." He laughed with unknown meaning, "It's also a life that should not be cut off. The look on the sword master's face The expression is really wonderful. Want to save this sword?”

Yun Ci asked: "Do you have any idea?"

"It wasn't there originally. It's not a coincidence. The fact that the sword intention is there means that you still have the breath and can be summoned."

An isolation barrier rose out of thin air.

Saving the Sword Spirit is really simple.

It was probably the vitality deliberately left behind by Yu Xianzi before her death. The sword intention that was supposed to dissipate with her was instead captured in a sword tassel and used to recall the Falling Rain Sword.

The originally dim sword body suddenly emitted a lot of light after absorbing the sword's intention. The azure aura rolled crazily, and after being absorbed by the Falling Rain Sword, it condensed into a phoenix shadow and flew out.

The rainbow was bright, and Yun Ci recognized the phoenix, which was the one guarding the sycamore tree.

But it just passed by.

The azure spiritual energy was ignited by Ling Yu, and they gathered together to exercise the rusty Falling Rain Sword.

The originally white sword body was burned red, and the heat wave made the trees in the courtyard tremble.

Xue Zhongzhan raised his hand to take the magnolia flower that fell in front of him: "Ah, the phoenix fire is broken." He slowly threw the petals in his hand, "This sword spirit will be burned into a fool."

The magnolia flower was soon engulfed in flames.

The rust on the outer layer was broken inch by inch, revealing the bright and sharp sword body inside.

The phoenix fire turned back into blue aura, gathered into a ball and turned into huge waves.

If it weren't for the barrier that was set up in advance, the yard would have been overturned.

Yun Ci raised his hand and twisted his hand to disperse the gray-white mist that shrouded the courtyard.

The Falling Rain Sword on the stone table was currently held in the arms of an eight or nine-year-old child. While rubbing his eyes, the bun on his head swayed, causing people to always focus their attention on the pink and jade-carved face. .

A very beautiful child with a thin blue line between his eyebrows that is the same as his eyes.

Xue Zhongzhan, who was hanging in the air, took a step back slightly.

The golden bell on his body made a sound.

The child raised his head and called sweetly to Yun Ci:

"Mother!"