After practicing the ruthless way, the little sister is too strong

Qingning City is located in the center of the five major sects. It covers a large area, has a large flow of people and is extremely prosperous, similar to a modern commercial center.

At this moment, in a small alley.

"Second Brother, what do you think of my outfit?" Xia Ling pointed at her cool long skirt that was a combination of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, and shook her newly bought bamboo flute with a look of satisfaction on her face.

"..."

Si Mufeng looked at Xia Ling, who had taken the Disguise Pill and looked ‘rough’ but dressed more exaggeratedly than a peacock, and could no longer bear it: “…not very good, change your clothes.”

Xia Ling declined: "No."

She was quite poor, but things in this place were extremely expensive; an ordinary piece of clothing cost five high-quality spirit stones.

After searching several stores, she found that the clothes she was wearing were the cheapest. The promotional price was only five medium-grade spirit stones for three pieces! It was enough for a change of clothes.

Although there were 100 high-quality spirit stones in the storage ring that Yu Qianyang gave her, it was still far from enough for her to achieve financial freedom.

After all, with just those, she might go bankrupt if she bought a better spiritual sword.

Save as much as you can now!

"Then at least change to a normal face." Si Mufeng turned his eyes away from that ugly face, unwilling to even look at it for one more second, full of disgust, "How about I help you myself?"

Seeing the silver needle suddenly appear in his hand, Xia Ling felt a chill on her back. With a smile on her face, she waved her hands quickly: "No, no, no! I'd better not bother you, Senior Brother. I can do it myself!"

Having said that, he quickly took the Disguise Pill again.

After a moment, Xia Ling pointed at his face and said, "Is it okay now?"

After Xia Ling's disguise, her face looks somewhat similar to her original one, and can be considered pretty.

Simu Feng also took the Disguise Pill, then glanced at her and said, "It's alright, but why are you holding a bamboo stick in your hand?"

"..."

It's obviously a flute.

Xia Ling explained silently: "This is a bamboo flute. I didn't pick it up. I bought it with a low-grade spirit stone. It is used to disguise myself as a sound cultivator." After all, the only thing that has nothing to do with the Wangyue Sect is sound cultivation.

Looking at the lush green bamboo stick with a few holes in it... oh no, bamboo flute, Simu Feng fell into silent silence.

Finally, he decided to change the subject. "Don't you want to learn swordsmanship? Do you have a sword you want?"

"I've been prepared!" Xia Ling smiled confidently, then took out an ordinary iron sword and waved it in the air in a pretentious manner, "Second Senior Brother, aren't you going to teach me your unique skills? How about teaching me a little bit now?"

Simu Feng did not respond directly. His peripheral vision seemed to pass by the corner not far away inadvertently, and he asked in a calm voice: "Wind Spirit Art, do you know it?"

Not knowing why he asked this, Xia Ling nodded, "I know a little bit."

The Wind Spirit Technique has a total of five levels and is considered a relatively basic speed technique.

The day before yesterday, Lin Xingfan showed her this secret book while chatting.

She has memorized the content and learned the theoretical knowledge, but she has not had the opportunity to practice it.

"That's good." Simu Feng suddenly smiled and patted Xia Ling's head gently. "I'll teach you if you catch up with me. Bye."

Before Xia Ling could recover from the shock, the man in red in front of him disappeared.

"..."

No, how did it become a game of cat and mouse?

Xia Ling didn't even have time to say anything. He quickly put away his sword, then used his spiritual power to cross the alley, and rushed as fast as a ghost following the breath he left behind.

The surging air currents and the rapid consumption of spiritual energy made Xia Ling somewhat uncomfortable. Although his speed was acceptable, his steps seemed somewhat messy and heavy.

Fortunately, she realized in time that something was wrong with her, calmed down and carefully recalled the contents of the exercises, trying to constantly adjust her state.

Soon, Xia Ling's steps were no longer heavy. As time passed, his figure became lighter and his breath gradually became steady.

At first, Xia Ling was still thankful that this technique was too simple, but after three hours, she could no longer laugh.

Damn it, why is Si Mufeng so fast at running?

They've already run to the forest outside the city, why don't you stop?

Xia Ling was sweating profusely from exhaustion, but he still didn't stop.

Just when her spiritual power was almost exhausted, she finally met Si Mufeng in the center of the forest.

"Brother! Second Brother! Don't go! Don't go!" Xia Ling immediately raised his head and howled, panting, "Huh... Second Brother, don't run anymore! I'm almost dying of exhaustion!"

When Si Mufeng heard the voice, he stopped and turned to look back.

The next second, Xia Ling was seen standing under the tree with his back bent, his hands on his knees, breathing heavily, looking like he was about to collapse from exhaustion.

Simu Feng was a little surprised and walked over to her and handed her a pot of water. "What level of Wind Spirit Art have you learned?"

Although she had successfully shaken off the "tails" that followed her from the sect, she was only at the initial stage of foundation building, and her realm was not yet stable, yet they were still able to catch up so quickly...

Could it be that she has already cultivated the Wind Spirit Technique to the full level?

Xia Ling stood up with the help of the tree. After taking the kettle, he drank a few big mouthfuls without caring about his image. After breathing more smoothly, he replied, "First level, right? I don't know. Anyway, I learned it according to the method given by Fifth Senior Brother."

The technique given by Lin Xingfan?

Does that mean she has only just started to get involved and she has been able to achieve this level?

You are truly a genius...

Simu Feng concealed the complicated expression in his eyes, and replaced the broken feathered fan in his hand with a low-key Jiangnan paper fan. He looked like a serious scholar when holding it in his hand. "Since Junior Sister has worked so hard, I must keep my promise."

Xia Ling was very tired now, but she didn't refuse.

It is always good to have many skills, so learn whatever you can.

If she really can't learn it, she won't force it and will just choose another way.

Simu Feng took out a sword manual that looked a bit old from his storage ring and handed it to Xia Ling.

Xia Ling took it, flipped through it, and asked casually, "Second Senior Brother, what is this sword technique called?"

Si Mufeng: "Si family swordsmanship."

Xia Ling: “…” It’s really simple and crude.

Simu Feng: "Read it till you can recite it by heart."

"Okay." Xia Ling responded, and then started reading from the first page.

The sword manual does have a name, called "Wushuang".

There are nine styles in total, and the attack power is extremely strong.

According to what was said above, if one's cultivation could reach the Void Realm, and then use the ninth style of this sword technique, one could call upon the heavenly thunder to serve one's own ends, and possess the power to destroy the heavens and the earth.

Although I don't know what level of martial arts this sword manual belongs to, it looks pretty awesome.

Moreover, she only read it once, and the spiritual energy in her body began to become restless... This also shows that this sword manual is definitely not ordinary.

The sky gradually darkened.

Seeing that Xia Ling looked serious, Simu Feng did not disturb him and closed his eyes to rest.

Half an incense stick later, Simu Feng wanted to go nearby to pick up some firewood, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a white claw holding a sword manual in front of him.

"Second Brother, I've got it in mind. What next?"

Si Mufeng lowered his eyes to look at Xia Ling, a short girl who was not even as tall as his shoulders. He stared at her straightly, with a smile that did not reach his eyes. "...You have a photographic memory?"

Xia Ling nodded without saying anything and answered truthfully, "Almost. What's wrong?"

Seeing her taking it for granted and not on guard, Simu Feng lowered his eyes and chuckled, "Nothing, just a little jealous."

Xia Ling nodded thoughtfully.

Just when Simu Feng was curious about how she would answer, he saw Xia Ling suddenly look up and look at him seriously, her eyes full of excitement and gratitude.

"It turns out that I'm so good that even a genius like you would be jealous. It seems that I really need to be more low-key in the future. Thank you for the reminder, Second Brother! I don't need to express my gratitude or thank you politely, because I will remember it in my heart!"

Si Mufeng was choked by her words and decided to leave her speechless for a while, "...but there is one thing I cannot be jealous of."

"What?" Xia Ling was curious.

Si Mufeng gestured the heights of the two people with a smile in his eyes.

Although no words were spoken, the insult was extremely strong.

"..."

Xia Ling clenched his fists, smiling with a fake smile, and said with a tone of gnashing teeth, "Oh, Second Senior Brother really loves to joke around. I'm still growing! Growing!"

Yes, now her height is just over 155cm, compared with him who is 189cm, she is a shorty.

But! She firmly believes that she will grow taller!

"Pfft..." Seeing her face become bitter and full of sadness, Si Mufeng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Xia Ling didn't want to talk about this worrying topic anymore, so he said in a low voice: "Second Brother, what should we do next?"

Afraid that she might have overlooked some details, she read the contents of the sword manual several times over and made sure she had memorized it completely.