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

Xia Ling and Lin Xingfan squeezed into the front row.

In front of the stall, a man and a woman, wearing the same golden and purple clan robes but with very different temperaments, were the protagonists of this lively scene.

The man looked to be about seventeen years old. Although he was not particularly handsome, he was decent and handsome.

The girl was elegant and wore a white veil to cover her face.

Although her face could not be seen clearly, her temperament was cool and elegant, just like the ladies described in novels.

Xia Ling took a closer look and was a little surprised.

Isn’t this young lady the kind person who showed her the way outside Qingning City that day?

I can actually meet her again.

While Xia Ling was sighing in his heart about the fate, the struggle between the two continued.

Jiang Sumu pointed to a piece of rough stone next to him and asked politely: "Owner, how much is this rough stone? I want to buy it..."

But before he could finish, he was interrupted by the man next to him, "I want this one too."

"Fourth senior brother, you have bought enough ore today." Jiang Sumu glanced sideways, his voice clear and calm, giving people the feeling that he was just stating a fact, rather than expressing dissatisfaction.

There were a total of twenty-three pieces. Not to mention whether the raw stones could produce valuable ores, just those small pieces of Yan Jingshi would be enough for him to use for one or two months.

If he did it on purpose to go against her, it would be too stupid.

"I am happy with it, what's your business?" Qin Xuan sneered, "Do you really think that you are a princess and everyone will spoil you?"

Jiang Sumu was already accustomed to his attitude and reminded him when necessary.

Not wanting to engage in a useless argument, he raised his hand and pointed to another piece of Yanjing Stone, saying calmly: "This one I..."

"I bought it." Qin Xuan interrupted again.

There was discussion among the crowd.

"It seems that the incompatibility of Xumi Sect's traditions is true."

"I heard that this young lady of the Jiang family only joined the sect last year, but her abilities are far superior to those of the other disciples. She is the most likely candidate to become the next sect master. It would be strange if her brothers were not anxious."

"That's true, but this senior brother of hers is too much. He wants to snatch anything Miss Jiang takes a fancy to. If you don't have the ability, just work harder. Why target a little girl?"

"What you said makes sense."

Qin Xuan was so angry at these remarks that his face turned red. He shouted angrily: "Do you want to go against Xumi Sect? If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

What do these idiots know!

The crowd was restless.

"Why is he like this?"

"Come on, he is one of the direct disciples of the five major sects after all, let's go."

"What bad luck! Let's go."

The onlookers soon dispersed, leaving Xia Ling and Lin Xingfan alone.

Qin Xuan had nowhere to vent his anger. Seeing that there were still two people who had not left, he frowned and sneered, "Are you still staying here and planning to fight me?"

Lin Xingfan didn't have a good impression of this man who seemed to have a serious brain disease, but he still said politely: "It seems that you can't beat me."

"Oh, you are so arrogant." Qin Xuan sneered and looked him up and down with disdain. "You look so shabby, who do you think you are? Do you know who I am?"

"My family doesn't have money, so the clothes I wear are a bit ordinary." Lin Xingfan said seriously: "And my name is Fan Xinglin. As for you? I don't know, after all, you haven't introduced yourself yet."

Narrator: The other party rejected your provocation.

Does this person really not understand what people say or is he just pretending?

Qin Xuan was speechless for a moment. He took a deep breath and said word by word as if he was gritting his teeth: "If you don't want to suffer, get out now!"

"Speak politely." Lin Xingfan was unhappy. "What can you do if I don't leave?"

Qin Xuan couldn't stand it any longer, so he took out a scimitar inlaid with Yan Jingshi and attacked him, "You don't know what's good for you."

Are you really going to do it?

Xia Ling was somewhat disgusted with this man and signaled with his eyes, "Fifth Senior Brother, why don't you teach him what it means to be low-key."

"Huh? How to teach?" Lin Xingfan couldn't understand.

Xia Ling pointed at the sword hanging on his waist and said, "You are a sword cultivator, and he is a weapon cultivator. Since he is using a knife to chop you, you can just stab him with the sword."

"Oh oh." Lin Xingfan suddenly understood, drew the sword from his waist and stabbed directly at the attacking Qin Xuan.

Afraid that he would come to him to claim compensation for his medical expenses, Lin Xingfan restrained himself after thinking about it.

He used the Wind Spirit Technique to sidestep the scimitar and flashed behind Qin Xuan at an unpredictable speed.

Before Qin Xuan could react, he caught a glimpse of a slender, white hand holding a sword.

Moreover, the sharp blade held in these hands was now across his neck.

This battle, which wasn't really a battle, ended in less than 30 seconds.

The scene was very embarrassing.

After a moment, two voices sounded at the same time.

"who are you!"

"Fellow Daoist... Actually, you don't have to show mercy to my men. I can beat them."

The one in front with anger and shame was Qin, and the one behind was Lin with a bit of confusion.

Lin Xingfan: "Uh...how about we fight again? There's really no need to show mercy. Also, I'm Fan Xinglin."

Qin Xuan's face flushed.

Who the hell showed mercy!

He never thought that a boy dressed so poorly could be a swordsman at the peak of the foundation building stage!

Reaching the peak of foundation building at such a young age is definitely not a level that a disciple from a small sect can achieve.

Fan Xinglin? He had never heard of this name, but it was a little familiar, so he didn't think it was just made up.

Since he is a sword cultivator, he should be an inner disciple of the Yujian Sect, or a direct disciple of the elders.

Damn it, no matter who it is, one day Qin Xuan will repay this humiliation double!

Seeing that Qin Xuan remained silent, Lin Xingfan had no choice but to put away his sword. He pushed him away with boredom and walked to Xia Ling's side.

He complained to her without hesitation: "Junior sister, he looks down on me and is unwilling to fight me seriously."

After watching the whole thing, Xia Ling couldn't help but laugh, "Hahahaha!"

What do you mean by not wanting to be serious? It's obvious that you were completely crushed.

Sure enough, Fifth Senior Brother was just a little naive, but his strength and talent were no less than any of his peers.

Qin Xuan's expression at this moment can only be described as colorful.

The anger was multiplied, but I couldn't refute a single word.

I glanced at Jiang Sumu's location, only to find that she had already left? !

Gone? How dare he abandon his senior brother and go away?

Qin Xuan was so angry that his breathing became a little difficult.

Seeing him looking around, Lin Xingfan asked again, "Who is this fellow Daoist? Do you want to compete seriously? Although my cultivation is not high, I will definitely try my best."

In order to prove what he said, Lin Xingfan also released some of his own spiritual power - the peak of foundation building.

Qin Xuan, who was in the middle stage of foundation building, had a dark face: Get out!

In the end, Qin Xuan didn't say a word and walked away with a gloomy face.

Xia Ling and Lin Xingfan didn't care much either.

Although fighting is not allowed in the city, if someone is beaten to death or seriously injured, there will be punishment.

What's more, they are all disciples of the five major sects, and fighting is not allowed according to the rules.

Besides, there is no need to dwell on this little friction and waste time. Now that he has left, just let it go.

"Alas..." The vendor in front of him sighed and muttered quietly: "The brats fought for so much, at least buy one piece. They lost all the customers and then ran away. What bad luck!"

Xia Ling heard it all clearly, thought for a moment, and then asked Lin Xingfan, "Fifth Senior Brother, how is your luck in buying raw stones?"

Although he didn't know why she asked this, Lin Xingfan still answered truthfully, a little embarrassedly: "Not very good, every time I cut out some waste stone."

Perhaps it was because of this that Fourth Brother was unwilling to take him to the gambling stone field.

"Why don't you pick one and try?" Xia Ling pointed to the stall in front of him, intending to use it to confirm whether his guess was correct.