I fight the heroes with my beauty

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Su Ming felt that he should not lose his value too much, so he insisted on not saying a word.

And Mo Yu probably didn't care too much, after all, he is the suzerain's disciple, even if he is a generation lower than Su Ming, it doesn't matter, the things in this world are never determined by generation and blood.

"The disciple is ordered by the Supreme Elder to invite my junior uncle to come to the Supreme Junfeng." Mo Yu raised his head and raised his hand to make a gesture, "Please, my junior uncle."

Shangjun Peak is the place where the Supreme Elder lives, if he is a disciple of the Supreme Elder, he should also live in Taijun Peak.

But Su Ming cast a strange glance at Xiao Yun, Xiao Yun lowered his head but couldn't see any emotion clearly.

"What should I do with the system, I want to go to Junfeng, but also want to stay here to watch Xiao Yun's game, I am torn. '

[The competition for new disciples is not just for one day. 】

'What if Xiao Yun gets banned today, I don't think it's impossible. '

[Don't ask me, there is no result. 】

'...'

Su Ming turned his gaze towards Mo Yu.

Mo Yu held one hand behind his back, and the other hand was still in an inviting posture. After all, he was in charge of discipline, and his stern and selfless aura made people dare not disobey, so Su Ming gave in.

Today's Mo Yu is already at the cultivation level of Nascent Soul, he really doesn't have to fight against Mo Yu when he builds a foundation, so he slowly walked towards Mo Yu, and a white crane was falling not far away. It will be much larger, at least two or three people standing on it are more than enough.

This is the spirit beast of Moyu, and it is usually used as a means of transportation for Moyu.

Mo Yu saw that Su Ming moved. He was faster than Su Ming. He gave a slight signal to Su Ming, and then jumped on the white crane with his toes. And up.

The white crane was extremely spiritual. Seeing Su Ming coming up, he raised his head slightly and waved his wings, then slowly flew towards Shangjun Peak.

Su Ming glanced back from the corner of his eye, there were still so many disciples and elders below, and there were quite a few people watching him leave, but there was no Xiao Yun, Xiao Yun still lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, as if he couldn't leave him. A hint of interest.

Su Ming frowned. Logically speaking, he and Xiao Yun didn't have any enmity. Both of them are hard-working people. Could it be that Xiao Yun has already started to resent him now?

why?

Why the hell!

He didn't have much contact with Xiao Yun, could it be because he kept Xiao Yun from telling him that he was the Supreme Elder's disciple?

Not at all, although the plot was played by Su Ming to a great extent, but he seems to vaguely remember that he and Xiao Yun completely turned against each other, it seems that it is not in the early plot.

Just when Su Ming was thinking about things in a mess, the white crane honked softly. Su Ming came back to his senses, but saw a peak towering into the clouds not far away, surrounded by fairy mist, and piercingly cold.

Just a glimpse from a distance, the bitter cold air on the top of the mountain seems to be mixed with countless sword auras, which makes people feel as if the sharp sword is in the throat as soon as the white light passes, which makes people have to fear and respect.

The white crane seemed to be apprehensive, and slowly landed on a mountainside halfway up the peak, not daring to fly any further.

Mo Yu saluted to the top of the mountain, "Disciple Mo Yu, escort the little uncle to come."

After Mo Yu finished speaking, the fairy mist that covered the mountain seemed to have dissipated for a while, and the white crane seemed to be still a little scrupulous, and its wings were still floating, and then flew to the top of the mountain.

The fairy mist at the top was too thick, and the white crane could only land on a huge boulder far away. Although the white crane was a spirit beast, it couldn't withstand the piercing sword energy of the mountain, so it groaned twice towards Mo Yu .

Mo Yu got off the white crane, looked at the aggrieved look of the white crane, stretched out his hand and rubbed its head.

Su Ming looked at the middle of the mountain. In fact, he couldn't see anything clearly, but he could vaguely see the appearance of a palace.

"Disciple leave." Seeing that Su Ming had arrived safely, Mo Yu bowed to the palace, then flew on Baihe again and left directly.

The white crane didn't seem to want to stay any longer. Immediately, its wings fluttered and flew extremely fast, as if there was some beast chasing after it, but Su Ming thought it was funny.

"clatter--"

There was a sound of slight footsteps, and the fairy mist seemed to fade away. Suddenly, two fairy boys holding crystal lamps appeared in front of them. The fairy boys had red lips and white teeth, but there was no light in their eyes. puppet.

Those two fairy boys looked at Su Ming, then saluted Su Ming, they seemed unable to speak, but just led the way ahead, signaling Su Ming to follow them in.

Su Ming's back felt a little chilly. He still remembered that his master came there under the full moon that night. Why did the fairy boy on the mountain look good-looking, but he thought it was weird.

But Su Ming didn't think too much, and directly followed the two fairy boys in. The crystal lamp in the fairy boy's hand seemed to suppress the fairy mist. When the light arrived, the fairy fog dissipated.

But after a while, walking to the gate of the palace, the palace looks like it was carved from white jade, with each stroke being incomparably sharp, making people a little uncomfortable.

In all palaces, the carved beams and painted buildings are mostly magnificent, but the people who cultivate the truth also emphasize the simplicity and durability, and there is no lack of ethereal bells and the like, but this palace is different from all that Su Ming has seen.

It just feels cold in the eyes, with a bit of inexplicable bitterness.

Even if you don't go in, you can know that the inside is the same as the outside, clean, empty, but deserted, with a dreadful sword aura.

This is the residence of the No. [-] Sword in the World, and it is also the residence of the Supreme Elder Yu Juechen whose reputation has shaken the entire cultivation world.

The two fairies holding lamps were waiting at the entrance of the main hall, standing quietly on both sides, and then turned into two waist-high lamp holders. Are they really just puppets? Su Ming couldn't help but think, Such a majestic and majestic mountain, can't there be only one living person, the Supreme Elder?

That would be too wasteful.

In the world that Su Ming came to before, there was a person who could only afford a small house of a few dozen square meters after struggling all his life. Compared with this endless mountain peak, it is true that no matter where you are these days, it is the era of the jungle.

Su Ming still had no expression on his face, but he was actually a little uneasy in his heart.

So it is inevitable to think about some messy things in my mind.

He walked slowly towards the palace, and Su Ming saw a figure standing inside the palace from a distance, with a throne at the highest point, and he did not sit down, but stood directly in front, with his back to Su Ming , seeming to be looking at that seat.

Different from the stern posture seen that night, the back now looks a bit slender, with only a white jade hairpin on the head, black hair behind him, and a silver-white Taoist robe, as if Where he is, is where the Milky Way shines.

If you only look at the back view, no one will believe that he is the sword master of the best sword in the world, but when he stands there, he just feels that he is a sword, a simple and simple sword that has restrained all its sharpness. The sword has neither murderous aura nor cold air, as if it has been put into the scabbard.

A sword without a scabbard is always too sharp to hurt others or yourself.

Su Ming raised his hand, knelt down slowly, put his hand on his forehead, then bent down and bowed down, "Disciple Su Ming, pay homage to the Supreme Elder."

Such a big gift, in fact, that night when I first met Yu Juechen and Su Ming, it was not too late.

Yu Juechen turned his head slowly, his gaze made people feel sighed, such a gaze has long since ceased to be in the human world, as if passing through all the time, that gaze should have been nothingness, but when he saw Su When it was bright, there was a slight pause, just like the moonlight falling in the sky when the full moon was full that night.

Although it was deserted, it carried an indescribable gentleness that made people unable to help gently lifting the moonlight like a veil to see what was hidden inside.

"Get up." Yu Juechen just said so.

His voice sounded a little clear, yet ethereal, like the cold water slowly flowing in the ice spring.

Su Ming lowered his head, then slowly got up, he lowered his eyes, slightly revealing a section of fair neck, the whole person looked extremely docile, which was awkward with him.

Because Su Ming himself is like a flower in the high mountains, he is also arrogant, especially his beautiful face seems to be protected by all living beings from birth, it is beyond Yu Juechen's expectation that he can be so obedient and respectful.

It was extremely cold at the heights, and Yu Juechen had lived alone on the Shangjun Peak for hundreds of years, but he had never thought about accepting apprentices before.

"You have no sword heart." Yu Juechen said, he is a swordsman, and his disciple must also be a swordsman, but at a glance, he can see that Su Ming has not made any progress in the way of swordsmanship.

Sword cultivators are not ordinary cultivators of the Tao. Ordinary cultivators cultivate their body, but sword cultivators practice the Dao of the Sword. A person who does not love his own sword and does not know how to use a sword cannot cultivate the heart of the sword, nor can he enter the Dao of the Sword.

As for Su Ming at this moment, Yu Juechen couldn't see how much he liked to use the sword.

Su Ming moved his little finger, and still said respectfully, "It's my disciple who is stupid."

"It's okay, I will teach myself after the apprenticeship ceremony."

Although Su Ming is now a disciple of the Supreme Elder, he has not yet passed the apprenticeship ceremony, which is why Su Ming did not call Yu Juechen his master.

Yu Juechen is the Supreme Elder of Yunxiao Immortal Sect. His identity lies here. It is impossible for him to accept apprentices without leaving traces, and it is impossible for him not to hold a ceremony of apprenticeship after accepting apprentices, because he will let everyone in the cultivation world Knowing that Su Ming is his disciple, it's just that once this action is made, those who dream of worshiping Yu Juechen's sect will probably go crazy with jealousy.

"Yes." Su Ming began to have a mess of inappropriate thoughts in his heart.

Although he can't remember the plot of this book clearly, he still has a vague memory of a few characters in it, one of which is Yu Juechen.

Su Ming vaguely remembered that Yu Juechen didn't seem to be able to ascend to immortality until the end?

Things that are too long ago, no matter how passionately they were written at the time, they still can’t remember much after a while. Su Ming’s memory is indeed not good, so Su Ming still has confidence in this.

"Elder Supreme, in fact, this disciple still has something to ask." Su Ming suddenly thought of something, couldn't help but said.

If he didn't finish watching Xiao Yun's competition, he would definitely be the kind who would never die with peace in his eyes! !