Senior sister's ruthless ways are crazy and sassy

There is a pear tree in the disciple courtyard of Xuanmiao Peak that blooms even in winter.

If you look closely, you can see that it is a formation made of top-grade spirit stones.

A man stood under the tree, with flowers falling all over his shoulders.

I tilted my head slightly to look at another figure under the tree that was about to blend into the flowers.

The repaired formation caused the pear blossoms that were about to fall to sprout clusters of tender green buds again.

It emits a bright white light in the darkness brought by the solar eclipse.

"I don't think I've ever seen this tree bear fruit in these years?" the standing man asked, stroking the petals off his shoulders.

The person in the flowers raised her head, revealing a bright face: "My senior sisters also asked me why I planted the pear tree but didn't let it bear fruit." She thought for a moment, "But no matter what method I used, it seemed that it was not as beautiful as the flowers that day, as arrogant as a sword."

Aren’t all pear blossoms the same?

The action of stroking the petals paused slightly: "Speaking of that day... Junior Sister Song, you seem to have not mentioned it again since you came back. I thought you wanted to forget it."

The two people were Song Zhi and Fang Yin who entered the inner sect after growing up.

His appearance hasn't changed, but his features have become more mature.

Song Zhi used a finger technique to remove the flower mud on her body: "Because I don't know how to say it either."

Several young disciples turned a disaster into a blessing. The foundation they had laid through hard practice in the past was improved at the moment of life and death.

The dream of entering the inner gate that I have always talked about can finally come true.

But Song Zhi still remembers the last scene he saw before he fell into coma.

The dazzling white pear blossoms were flying all over the sky, a wildness she had never seen before.

After waking up, Song Zhi was asked by the elders, and some thoughts arose in his mind that he couldn't think about:

The people who came to Liyang Mountain to rescue them were not from Xuantian Sect.

Not even the elders knew who it was.

Song Zhi, who is talented in formation techniques, is not stupid.

She knew to forget.

But I saw Senior Sister Yun at the gathering for the sect competition.

Excellent posture.

It seems like white would be a good fit.

"I wonder if Senior Sister Yun will like the disciple uniform I came up with."

"Xiao Shian went to see her off." Fang Yin said with a smile, "You miss Senior Sister Yun so much, why didn't you go there yourself?"

"Senior Sister Yun has grown so fast. I was a little embarrassed to meet her before I caught up with her." Song Zhi put his hand between his eyebrows. "It is said that there must be something big happening when there are strange signs in the sky. Why do I always feel that it is a little... not good?"

"Xiaozhi! Fang Yin!" Xiao Shian hurried over and exclaimed when he saw the fallen flowers all over the yard, "Why are you still staring at this tree in a daze?"

Song Zhi rolled his eyes unceremoniously: "Are you not going to stick to your legend of refining the Xiaoyao Pill for seven days and seven nights?"

"Oh, this is not the explosion." Xiao Shian still had ashes from the explosion on his sleeves. He waved his hands nonchalantly, "I'm here for another matter. Senior Brother He is back!"

"when!"

"Right now, according to the route we're on, we should be at the foot of the mountain. Let's go pick them up!"

Having not seen each other for several years, the three of them were a little excited.

He rushed down the ladder and bumped into He Yan.

"Congratulations, senior brother!"

A ray of sunlight was cast from the dim sky. He Yan, who was carrying a sword on his back, looked up in the direction of the cloud ladder. After recognizing the three people, he smiled knowingly: "Why are you still so noisy after entering the inner gate?"

"Congratulations, Master."

Fang Yin took a step back and saluted, but he didn't expect Song Zhi and Xiao Shi'an to rush forward and surround He Yan.

"I've taken so many height-increasing pills, why is Senior Brother He still so tall?" This is about the height among men.

"Brother He's sword almost had a magic array!" His mind was full of magic arrays.

Fu Xiu Fangyin: "......"

"Brother He, are you short of talismans? I have plenty."

He Yan took out the treasures he had collected over the past few years from his mustard seed bag and distributed them one by one: "I haven't even entered the inner gate yet, congratulations."

After several years of training, the young man who once stopped at the Golden Elixir stage has now reached the Spirit Transformation stage, and his temperament has also changed.

Song Zhi couldn't describe the feeling, he just felt that Senior Brother He was becoming more and more like a swordsman.

It was difficult to describe the experience of going down the mountain in a short time, so Xiao Shian suggested going to his yard to reminisce about the past and check on He Yan to see if he was injured.

He Yan paused for a moment as he climbed the stairs, then returned to normal: "After taking your pill, will I still have diarrhea like before?"

"No way!" Xiao Shian thought of something and said with a stern face, "I won't be a laxative now."

"The pills he makes now will cause internal heat." Song Zhi said in a revealing tone.

Xiao Shian, who was still a little angry, said: "Thank you, you don't have to be so straightforward.

"..."

He Yan breathed a sigh of relief after successfully climbing the ladder. The stairs that were once as difficult as climbing to the sky could now be climbed while chatting.

This shows that this experience down the mountain was not in vain.

Fang Yin turned around and smiled at him.

The solar eclipse was over. Song Zhi subconsciously looked at the rising sun, which had not yet regained its warmth, and muttered, "Is the sky already so bright?"

The words are not finished yet.

The cloud ladder shone brightly, and a spiritual wave suddenly spread in the sky centered on Zixiao Square.

That is to quickly protect the entire Xuantian Sect in the middle.

"The mountain protection formation!" Song Zhi exclaimed, "How could the mountain protection formation be disturbed!"

A figure rushed out of the hall. Elder Cao looked down the mountain with a serious expression. He then turned back and called He Yan, and quickly arranged: "He Yan, follow the disciples of Songming Peak and fly the sword to bring the people down the mountain back!"

"Elder," Song Zhi looked at a black line rising in the sky and asked in a trembling voice, "What are we facing?"

"It's an evil spirit." Elder Cao sighed, "It's a great disaster for the world. Are you afraid?"

"Not afraid."

Elder Cao's frown relaxed: "But you are still young."

“Go ahead and prepare for the upcoming battle with the disciples of Miaodan Peak.

"We should be the ones standing in the way."