On the fate of admitting the wrong gender

Tonight, with the bright moon hanging high, Fang Yuan was still practicing his sword deep in the bamboo forest.

He had a hunch that he would be able to break through the triple entry today.The original owner has stayed in the second heaven for a long time, and the accumulation of spiritual energy has already been in place. The only difference is his state of mind. , A breakthrough will come naturally.

So the whole night, he searched for feelings in the Myriad Leaves Flying Flower Flow.Gradually, as if guided by his five senses, all his five senses were opened up, and spread to the bamboo forest in a soothing manner. through.This kind of cultivation is even a kind of enjoyment. Fang Yuan completely forgets himself, enjoying the peace alone in this lonely place, more and more bamboo leaves are floating with the spiritual energy around him, and the energy mechanism around him is also changing.

The youth's robes are flying like a fairy coming to the dust.

However, the change happened in an instant, Fang Yuan's back suddenly felt cold, his intuition was faster than thinking, he blocked the next sword move with an extremely abrupt posture, and dodged to the side——

Facts proved that his intuition was right. Under the moonlight, a paper fan appeared next to him like a ghost.

It looks simple and unpretentious, but the morality added to it is not trivial, without the slightest fancy, and it kills people everywhere.

And that was no ordinary fan at all!Fang Yuan recognized the words on the folding fan, and his face turned bitter, it was the Misu Fan, a supernatural artifact!

Xiao Qing!

The next moment, a ghostly figure passed before his eyes, a jade-white hand held the handle of the fan, and without giving Fang Yuan a moment to breathe, he slashed towards his heart.

Fang Yuan shielded himself with the Qingquan sword, and all the spiritual power poured into the sword, activating the enchantment of the Xuan-rank spiritual weapon, but he was still pushed back by Xiao Qing's fan.Xiao Qing's face was finally revealed, he was wearing a silver mask, the corners of his lips were smiling but not smiling, but the eyes in the eyeholes were cold, looking at him with a slightly surprised interest.

Fang Yuan turned up the dust on the heel of his boots, and finally found the right point to use his strength. With a closing gesture, he passed by Xiao Qing. The snow-white sword cut long and obliquely on the folding fan. distanced.

He immediately wanted to crush the jade pendant and ask the headmaster for help, but when he touched his waist, it was empty——

Fang Yuan broke out in cold sweat in an instant, while Xiao Qing on the opposite side casually picked up a jade pendant, rubbed it with his fingertips, and slowly crushed it into pieces.

"...?" The man tilted his head, and his smile deepened.

The moonlight hid in the clouds, and the bamboo forest fell into darkness in an instant. After Fang Yuan was extremely frightened, he was aroused with a strong desire to survive, and his heart was racing with excitement. He licked his lips and tasted a little salty smell.

Xiao Qing's next attack came soon, his cultivation was far superior to him, at least above the master level, Fang Yuan was not surprised that he was able to avoid Qingxia Peak's restriction, but the other party didn't seem to kill him immediately The meaning, but the game is generally playing tricks back and forth.He is indeed a psychopath, many times when he turned around, he held his waist in a vain manner, seemingly with infinite tenderness, but suddenly changed, but it was an out-and-out killer move, directly towards his lifeline.

Fang Yuan was beaten out of anger, and escaped from Xiao Qing's arms at the cost of breaking his left hand, with the tip of his sword facing the ground, he used the last move of Qingfeng Sword Art:

Boundless wind and moon.

Qingfeng Jianjue emphasizes returning to the basics, there are only [-] moves in the sword, and even beginners can practice to the last move, but with the increase in cultivation level and the openness of Dao Xin, the perception of each level is very different.Fang Yuan is indeed not very talented in the way of swordsmanship. The reason why he practiced the last stance so hard is that he is the most powerful, and——

The most prosperous combination with Ling Jue!

The bamboo forest paused for a moment, and then a huge amount of spiritual energy gathered towards the tip of the Qingquan sword. Fang Yuan almost emptied all the spiritual energy in his dantian, compressing it into a point infinitely, and the spiritual pressure brought out was completely different from before. In mid-air, densely packed shot towards Xiao Qing!

Xiao Qing finally used the magic formula, swishing her sleeves and turning around without touching a leaf.

But at the moment when he turned his back, Fang Yuan drew his sword straight towards his back.Xiao Qing seemed to turn around slowly, and saw the immature murderous look of the usual innocent and stupid boy for the first time.

It's quite interesting.

He curled his lips.

Fang Yuan originally thought that he had caught his weakness, but Xiao Qing just turned around slowly at the moment when the tip of his sword approached, then slowly unfolded the folding fan, and turned it lightly on his chest——

The folding fan led him to turn around in the air, holding it like nothing but with great force, Fang Yuan twisted his hand so much that he couldn't hold the sword, the moment he let go of his hand and stopped in mid-air, Xiao Qing kicked him to the side of the tree, I couldn't get up for half a day.

Yin enough, grandson.

Fang Yuan's waist was in severe pain, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and stared blankly at the person standing not far away.

Sure enough, there is no reason for the cannon fodder to be unlucky, and the villain can go to Qingxia Peak to kill him in the middle of the night, which is really unlucky.

In Xiao Qing's eyes, it was even more interesting.This person is by no means Fan Yu's seasoned disciple, even though he has tried his best to behave as normal, even copying his handwriting to be the same, but what a person reveals in a desperate situation is the most authentic.

The demeanor, behavior, and the number of ways to kill are completely different.

Who on earth has such great ability to snatch away his disciple under Fan Yu's nose? Even if Fan Yu's cultivation is not good, he is still a monk at the stage of holiness.What's more, even he didn't notice any abnormal spiritual power fluctuations.

Xiao Qing was curious, so she came here.

It would be good if he could solve Fang Yuan along the way, the time for him to wait is not far away, and he doesn't have to restrain himself like in the past.

But the result was unexpected. The young man didn't seem to belong to any of the forces he guessed. Even if he could escape his ultimate move, he relied more on instinct, vainly spiritual, and disorganized. Things are immature.

He didn't even have a mastery of sword moves, on the contrary, his skills are eye-catching.

Everything is like a monk who is just beginning to practice.

Xiao Qing walked in slowly, grasped the boy's hand that was about to retrieve the Qingquan Sword with tenderness, and slowly closed it into her palm.Fang Yuan wanted to break free, but Xiao Qing pinched his chin and made him raise his head. This action forced Fang Yuan's lying body to lift up, pulling the injury in his lower back, and the pain made him pale .

The hatred in the young man's eyes was instantly washed away by the color of water, and the dark pupils trembled in confusion, pain and sadness at the same time, extremely beautiful.

clean.

Due to his blood, when Xiao Qing saw Fang Yuan at the mountain gate for the first time, he noticed the change in his body's aura.Clean, clean to the extreme, without a trace of blood, not to mention people, I'm afraid I haven't even killed a chicken.

I don't know who sent the little pet, but it suits his appetite.

Xiao Qing's smile deepened, and she pressed the young man's lips with her fingertips.Fang Yuan, however, sensed the killing intent on him, and tried hard to recall what other means he had to save his life, but it seemed useless after much deliberation, so there was a trace of emptiness in his eyes, and he shed tears in a daze.

Forget it, forget it.

The hand pinching his chin helped him wipe away the tears, and then slowly wrapped it around his neck.As the light night wind blew, Fang Yuan could smell the faint fragrance of flowers on his body in a trance, just like the little phoenix flowers that his junior sister gave him.

So at the last moment when he felt the strength of his neck, he whispered softly: "Little Junior Sister..."

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When Fang Yuan opened his eyes again, he was in a strange cave. He was lying on the only soft bed in the cave, surrounded by several disciples.Seeing that he was awake, one of them ran out excitedly: "Master! Senior brother is awake!"

After a long delay, Fang Yuan finally understood the situation. He was dazed while touching his neck.

This is the forbidden place of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, and it is also the place where several elders retreat to death. The center of the mountain protection formation is not one of the safest places in the whole sect.The reason why he is here is because his cheap master became furious after discovering that his disciple was seriously injured, suppressed all opposition, moved him into the forbidden area temporarily, and sent several disciples to look after him.

And he himself went to discuss with other elders, vowing to find the thief who broke into Qingxia Peak in the middle of the night.

"It was the handyman in the elder brother's yard who found that the elder brother was injured and dragged you out of the bamboo sea. Otherwise, others will not know when they will find out." A disciple gave him a drink of water.

Fang Yuan had mixed feelings in his heart, he didn't know whether he should be happy that Mo Xiaofan was willing to save him, or fear that Xiao Qing was following him.

He didn't know why the other party went to Qingxia Peak in the middle of the night, why he attacked him, and why he let him go in the end. He was lucky to be able to save his life.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the head of the sect came late. Seeing the angry face of the cheap master, Fang Yuan sat on the bed. For some reason, his fear finally couldn't be suppressed, and he yelled out sincerely for the first time: "Master!"

With an infinitely sad voice, he cried and buried himself in Master's arms as if he was about to die, venting all his fears: "Master!"

Master Fan Yu stroked his back heavily: "Don't be afraid, tell me, what is the face of the villain who attacked you?"

Naturally, Fang Yuan couldn't tell him Xiao Qing's identity, he only mentioned a few features of his appearance, such as wearing a mask, folding fan and purple Xiao.After talking for a while, Fang Yuan slowly calmed down, and looked at the master with some embarrassment.

Daoist Fan Yu just sighed: "You can break through here with peace of mind, there is an elder Taishang sitting here, even if you judge that thief, you won't dare to come again."

"Yes." Fang Yuan nodded obediently.

Daoist Fan Yu ordered him to take half a stick of incense again, and then he took the people away, leaving only one disciple to guard.Fang Yuan felt that it was good to have someone around him. After this incident, he was a little afraid of being alone. He even woke up from a dream that night, dreaming that his head had been cut off by a fan, and broke out in a cold sweat.

Only magic can defeat magic, Fang Yuan thought, when he breaks through, Mo Xiaofan will be his own son.

He is waiting for the day when the protagonist defeats the boss.