Cold Clouds

Xu Kui knelt down very quickly, so quickly that Lin Xiaoxiao couldn't even utter the trash words she was about to say.

Generally speaking, kneeling down decisively will make it difficult for people to continue scolding you.

But who is Lin Xiaoxiao? She was stunned for a moment and then poured out the garbage that was stuck in her throat.

What? Could this old Deng kill Lin Xiaoxiao in the Yunjian Sect's territory? Even if he really had that ability, the Phoenix Fire and the little broken lamp in his body would not let him die like this.

I'm scolding you, old Deng, so what?

Lin Xiaoxiao cursed for nearly half an hour in one breath, and only stopped when she felt a little tired.

Lin Xiaoxiao stopped scolding, and in silence, several people sat back in their seats and started talking about business.

Xu Kui ignored Lin Xiaoxiao's barrage of criticism just now, so he felt fine. Lin Xiaoxiao was also fine except that her throat was a little dry.

The two sect leaders had just sealed their ears with spiritual power and were not affected at all.

"Ahem," Chi Shuang cleared his throat, "I came here today to discuss cooperation with your sect. I hope we can send disciples to each other for exchange and learning, and strengthen the ability and quality of the disciples of both sects."

"I don't care." Lin Xiaoxiao leaned back in her chair with an expressionless face.

This matter really had nothing to do with her. What did the disciples' communication have to do with her, the great-grandmaster? She just wanted to go back and see the new rumble stone she had caught.

"This is a big deal," Qin Feng raised an eyebrow and hummed a little, "The standards and time for exchanging disciples need to be discussed. After all, it may affect the teaching of a series of important skills in various activities of the sect."

"Uncle Master, this is the schedule," the two sect leaders handed a piece of paper to Lin Xiaoxiao at the same time, "Good luck."

Did you two collude with each other? Lin Xiaoxiao was about to leave, but was forced to stay where she was.

......

At this time, Song Hanyun, who had not appeared in front of Lin Xiaoxiao for a while, was practicing in the training room on the cliff of Jianfeng Cliff of Yunjian Sect.

Although it is called a training room, it is generally called a confinement room because normal people would not take the initiative to go to this damn place, and only disciples who have committed serious mistakes will be thrown in by force.

As long as someone walks into this cave which has no decoration except a lamp on the ceiling, countless sword energies will rush towards the person. The strength of the sword energy will vary depending on the person's cultivation level.

Of course, as long as you are willing to speak, this cave will adjust the intensity of the sword energy.

Although it will only be raised.

If you can get out, it's when you atone for your sins. If you can't get out, that's your fate.

Song Hanyun came here on his own initiative and set the difficulty level to the highest.

Song Hanyun, whose body was covered with sword marks, dodged a sword energy and took out a pill when the sword energy paused.

After hesitating for a while, Song Hanyun put the pill back into the mustard bag.

Ever since the attack on the Black King's Palace ended, Song Hanyun has locked himself in the Sword Wind Cliff. After witnessing the power of the Black King and others, he felt that strength would never be enough.

He wanted to protect Lin Xiaoxiao, but instead he was protected by Lin Xiaoxiao.

Song Hanyun took a deep breath, pulled out the Silver Moon, and slashed down with the sword. He collided with a sword energy and was stalemate for a while. After the sword energy dissipated, he was also knocked back a few steps.

He must become stronger. At least he cannot be the one who is always protected by Lin Xiaoxiao. At least he must be able to stand by Lin Xiaoxiao when there is danger.

At Sword Wind Cliff, your cultivation may not improve, but your sword intent will surely increase, and if you are lucky, you may even be able to inherit the sword energy from the predecessors.

"Huh..." Song Hanyun looked at the extremely sharp sword energy with a hint of fear in his eyes.

If I'm not mistaken, the owner of this sword energy emitting a faint golden light is a late-stage spirit transformation expert with superb swordsmanship. I wonder which senior he is...

But it's worth the challenge.

"Come on...senior!" Song Hanyun dodged two sword energies and looked at the only remaining golden sword energy.

The golden sword energy seemed to sense Song Hanyun's fighting spirit, and after a hissing sound, it immediately rushed towards him.

Song Hanyun put this aside for now and turned around to take a look at the place where the stone man that Lin Xiaoxiao took away was.

"Master, where is the war weapon we made?" A young man in a gray robe stared at the huge pit in front of him, and while speaking, he collapsed on the ground.

"I don't know..." The old man in black robe beside the young man trembled, turned stiffly, and looked at a gloomy young man, "Sir, we..."

“No need to say more…” the gloomy young man said coldly, “You have three days to find it, otherwise we, the Evil Wing Blood Bat Clan, will not let you go.”

"Sir..." The old man in black robe gritted his teeth and said, "We arrived less than half an incense stick of time after this war weapon was activated. It is only possible that someone signed a contract with it and took it away."

"Oh? Didn't you say that almost no one can sign that thing, and only the blood seal of our Evil Winged Blood Bat Clan can tame it?" The gloomy young man spoke in a low voice, staring at the old man with his pupils slightly shrunken.

“Originally…it should have been like this…” The black-robed old man’s legs went limp and he almost fell to the ground. His voice was still trembling but the volume had increased a lot. “But…but…there is one person…that person is the only exception…!”

"Oh?" The gloomy young man approached the old man, "Who is it?"

"It's... it's Yun Jianzong's great-grandmaster... Lin Xiaoxiao!" The old man swallowed, "Only her mental power is strong enough to sign a contract with that kind of weapon!"

"I see... You mean she just happened to pass by, and the weapon happened to be activated prematurely for some reason?" The gloomy young man sneered, "Do you think I'm an idiot? How could such a coincidence happen? Could it be that you, an old ghost, colluded with her in advance? "

“No… No! How is it possible! I…” The old man looked at the gloomy young man with increasingly bloodshot eyes and slumped to the ground, “I never did that! Sir! Believe me!”

"Shut up, you're making so much noise..." The gloomy young man slapped the old man in the face, and even turned the old man's head 360 degrees, "I don't believe it."

"Master...Master!" The gray-robed young man looked at the old man whose face had changed direction, tears of fear in his eyes.

"Shut up," the gloomy young man said impatiently, and slowly walked towards the young man in gray robe, "I'll take you down right away."

As the gray-robed youth fell to the ground, the gloomy youth frowned slightly and murmured, "Lin Xiaoxiao... We, the Evil Wing Blood Bat Clan, originally didn't intend to get involved in those messes, but since you did this, we have to reconsider the alliance with the Black King Palace."

At this time, Lin Xiaoxiao, who had no idea that she had a new enemy, looked at Chi Shuang with a confused look on her face.

"I," Lin Xiaoxiao pointed at herself, then at Xu Kui, "will I fight him using only the sword and sword skills as a means of attack?"

"Yes!" Chi Shuang nodded.

"I'm sorry, Master Chi," Lin Xiaoxiao waved her hand and immediately fled back to Medicine King Valley, "I've been ill recently, and my spiritual power has been blocked, so I can't exert my strength."

Lin Xiaoxiao secretly opened a space-time rift, and just as she took a step into Medicine King Valley, she was pushed back.

Lin Xiaoxiao looked back blankly and saw Mu Yingxiao with a smile on her face.

Your mom! How did you get in?! Trespassing!!!

Lin Xiaoxiao was about to curse when Mu Yingxiao closed the crack.

No, is this guy sick? Lin Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth and was about to make another cut, but flames of terrifying temperature burst out of her body.

"Uncle Master Lin, your spiritual power doesn't seem to be blocked at all." Chi Shuang smiled as he looked at Lin Xiaoxiao, whose fire had condensed into a pillar of fire that soared into the sky.

Damn it, Mu Yingxiao! Fuck you! Lin Xiaoxiao clenched her fists, wishing she could go back and punch Mu Yingxiao right away.

"Hahaha...just a joke, how could I refuse?" Lin Xiaoxiao turned around and smiled to save face.

Fortunately, the clothes on my body are fireproof. Lin Xiaoxiao thought so while putting out the fire on her body.

Forget it, it’s just a sparring match. Besides, sword skills...she learned a lot in that damn space.

And he didn’t say that I can’t take pills, right?

Xu Kui, who was secretly rejoicing that he had a legitimate reason to beat Lin Xiaoxiao up, suddenly felt a chill on his back.

Hiss... What's wrong? Am I wearing too little today? Xu Kui was thinking alone, not noticing that Lin Xiaoxiao and Qin Feng seemed to be talking about something.

Lin Xiaoxiao smiled and said that they were just exchanging ideas.

I tried not to beat this old man to death.