Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

"That's it."

Lu Yun could only rest assured that with her second senior brother's abilities, as long as she didn't encounter any old monsters, she wouldn't suffer.

After digesting a bunch of secrets, Lu Yun stayed and practiced on Wentian Peak.

As the head said, it took only five days for the agreement to be signed, and a charter was discussed among the nine sects.

They will hold a questioning meeting in the Tibetan Sword Sect. All disciples above the Golden Core level in the nine sects can participate. Finally, five people will be selected, and then an elder will be selected from each of the five sects.

Using the ability of the juniors to snatch this opportunity will also prevent those elders from tearing up their faces for a qualification.

As the extra sixth person, Lu Yun gathered a lot of attention.

On September [-]rd, the Tibetan Sword Sect's formation was opened, and today is the day when the disciples of the other sects come.

Lu Yun followed behind her senior brother, looking at those people on the mountain road, feeling a sudden pressure.

"Don't worry, my senior brother will also participate this time, and I will definitely beat them to pieces."

Lu Yun's neck was hooked, and Ji Hongxi was smiling, talking loudly, not forgetting to hook up with the female disciples on the left and right.

Lu Yun's teeth were sour, and she slapped the opponent's arm away.

Baiyao is still in seclusion, Yun Shuiqing can't leave Hidden Sword Sect easily, and only Ji Hongxi can go to Wentian Peak.

During these days, the Tibetan Sword Sect recalled many disciples who were abroad.

Lu Yun's generation is the youngest, and most of the disciples of the previous generation have left the mountains and are surrounded by the world of mortals. This time they came back and caused quite a stir.

"Sister Shangguan is here."

There were murmurs beside her, and Lu Yun also felt Ji Hongxi stand up straight and wink in that direction.

Shangguan Li, a person of the same generation as Ji Hongxi, a disciple of the Fourth Elder, a woman with outstanding looks and a cold personality.

Why Xiu, Jindan Dzogchen, the best of that generation.

In the words of my senior brother, the more challenging the person, the more he wants to challenge.

No, she abandoned herself and went to face Shangguanli with a playful smile.

Lu Yun stood where she was, and she felt Shangguanli's eyes pass over her body, and then placed on Ji Hongxi's body.

There was a small arc on the ice-like face.

Lu Yun confirmed that she was not mistaken, so, is he really interested in her elder brother?
"Who is Lu Yun!"

Lu Yun, who was eating melons, was caught off guard by the melons hitting her on the top of her head.

Lu Yun looked along the prestige, on the mountain road, the guests had arrived.

It was a man who was shouting. Lu Yun looked at the butterfly-like clothes of the other party and guessed the other party's identity.

Disciple of Lishuijian.

"I'm."

When Lu Yun came out, she saw the man dodge to her side, holding her with one hand.

All the aura from the golden core stage was released, and some disciples around him had to retreat.

Seeing this, the person who came came sneered, his eyes were slightly contemptuous, and he was saying, "That's it?"

Many disciples were stimulated by this gaze, and stood stiffly in place, refusing to leave.

There are quite a few disciples gathered today, some backed away, and some broke through obstacles and walked to Lu Yun's side step by step.

The first one to come was Feng Yuyao.

She stood beside Lu Yun, staring at him coldly, and she didn't speak, but her foreign aura was against him.

Immediately afterwards, Song Xiao, Liu Ru...

One by one, people whose names Lu Yun remembered stood up. Under the threat of the other party, they came here with enthusiasm, and their expressions were determined and refused to give in.

Behind what should have been empty, a giant net appeared.

There are many people in the foundation building period, and even in the gas refining period.

The disciples of the Tibetan Sword Sect are like swords. No matter what kind of sword intent they practice on weekdays, the sword intent on everyone's body has reached a resonance here.

The sword intent intertwined and collided, and finally merged together, and the sound of the sword screamed suddenly.

The high-spirited sound like buzzing echoed over the Tibetan Sword Sect, attracting many people's attention.

The clouds and mist broke through, and when they looked up, many people gasped.

A vague giant sword was formed in the sky above. If you look closely at the blade, you will find that it is composed of many disciples' sabers.

This giant sword has a cold Jiangxue tip, a Wuzhuo hilt, and the needle hidden in the most inconspicuous part of the middle, but no one dares to underestimate it.

The disciple is united, the sword intent is condensed, this sword can kill people.

Those guests looked stunned.

You know, the people who were targeted were Jindan stage disciples, and those who responded were all juniors of the Tibetan Sword Sect.

Headed by Ji Hongxi, those disciples of the previous generation seemed indifferent, but if you look carefully, their sword intent is floating around the giant sword, ready to blend in at any time.

"I'm Lu Yun." Lu Yun repeated, she took a step forward, it was a slow step, but it fell steadily.

"I don't know what advice does senior brother have?"

The girl scolded loudly, her voice was cold, and she had a slight smile on her face, but her eyes were full of coldness.

That sharp sword intent was like a taut bowstring on Lu Yun's body, ready to strike a shocking sword at any time.

"I don't know what advice my senior brother has!"

Someone was repeating Lu Yun's words, and the sound spread like a wave, reaching the ears and deafening.

Behind Lu Yun, those disciples raised their heads with firm eyes.

They may be weak or timid, but behind them is the sect, the name of the hidden sword sect, and they must not fall. They subconsciously followed the straight figure in front of them, concentrating on a sword.

Small waves joined in one after another, and in the blink of an eye, the waves became monstrous waves.

A single spark can start a prairie fire. In this vast fire, a sword is like a martyr, with an indomitable momentum.

No one said anything, but everyone understood.

Those disciples are fighting.

If you want to fight, then come to fight, if you have a sword, you can fight.

The sword is falling.

And the disciple who was locked by this sword was as white as paper, as if he had seen a ghost.

The sharp sword intent pierced his body, causing his arms to tremble in pain, and the force was on top of his head, making him unable to advance an inch.

What he was facing was not a human being, but a pure and unstained sword, the sword was surging and unstoppable.

He suddenly let go of the hand that was pressing on Lu Yun and retreated, panic appeared on his face.

Facing this Lu Yun who was supposed to be weak when he was far away from him, he averted his gaze, wanting to temporarily avoid the sharp edge.

It was this weak step of retreat that completely disqualified him from facing Lu Yun.

"Ha ha!"

Laughing came out of nowhere.

It's ridiculous that a person who wanted to show off in her territory was taught a lesson by a group of little fellows who were not as good as him.

Laughter swept across, and Lu Yun laughed too, his back slowed down, and the sword condensed by many disciples slowly dissipated.

At this moment, no one dared to underestimate Lu Yun or Cang Jianzong.

Receiving many admiring gazes, Lu Yun lowered her eyes like an old monk in meditation.

She was in the limelight again, and she was thinking, should she run away, she was afraid of too many people.

"Everyone, this way please."

Shangguanli's voice sounded, as cold as ice, and the reception was handed over to Shangguanli.

In the following days, there were more and more Tibetan Sword Sect members.

Even on Wentian Peak, which has always been clean, there are more people who come to visit Yuntian under the orders of their teachers.

She didn't have anything to hide, and she didn't make much progress in her practice, so she just wandered around in the small town at the foot of the mountain.

All the nine sects have arrived, and even the person who comes from the holy place where no one is seen all year round is still a holy son.

In the teahouse, Lu Yun listened to these words, propped her chin and looked at all the living beings below.

The birth of the Holy Son shows that the world is really bad.

Lu Yun had a little impression of that holy son.

In the original text, there are many beautiful men around Feng Yuyao, and most of them have some interest in Feng Yuyao, but this holy son, the holy heart has never been shaken.

The two are pure friendship, and this meeting, Lu Yun is witnessing this friendship.