Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

Outside of Jianzong, Lu Yun, who was hiding in the dark, had a headache watching Yun Shuiqing and Feng Yuyao leave one after the other.

She thought it was a bit strange that the clouds and waters were so clear during this time, and with his pure childlike heart, it was easy to go astray, and she wanted to observe secretly, but she didn't know this scene.

Little is known about Yun Shuiqing's identity, but she knows it all.

She also knew that there was a causal relationship between that divine sword and Feng Yuyao, and she interfered with this causal relationship at the beginning, but now it seems that the power of causality is still trying to turn the way back.

That Excalibur Lu Yun is not rare, but she cares about Yun Shuiqing.

As the sword spirit of that sword, Yun Shuiqing is inseparable from the sword. Once the sword falls into Feng Yuyao's hands, Yun Shuiqing will definitely be bound to the other party.

Thinking about it, Lu Yun simply contacted Wen Renshi.

She wanted to ask if there was a way to separate the Artifact Spirit from the Spirit Artifact.

Artifact spirit and spirit instrument, as a whole, just like Qianqiu Zhong and Weng Zi, interfere with each other and influence each other.

There was no response from Wenrenshi for a while, so Lu Yun could only calm down and continue her boring and ordinary practice routine.

There is no time in the mountains, and a few months of time, for those who practice, are just fleeting.

It coincides with the February winter in the world, and the snow is falling in the cold mountains.

The large formation on Wentian Peak was opened, and without the protection of the formation, the cold wind swept across the mountain top, and the heavy snow fell together.

Lu Yun's door was kicked open, and Ji Hongxi pulled Lu Yun into the silver wrap.

The snow is flying, cooking wine and dancing swords.

Lu Yun, who was forced to leave the customs, looked at Ji Hongxi's figure leaping in the snow, her eyes were a little dazed.

She practiced for half a year, but she didn't make any progress in her swordsmanship, but at this moment, she vaguely caught something.

"Little junior sister, come!"

Ji Hongxi's soft drink sounded, and Lu Yunhu felt something in his heart.

She ignored Ji Hongxi, but took out Han Jiangxue and stood still in the heavy snow.

Snowflakes fell on the plain clothes, but after a while, the person's head was white.

But her eyelids were half closed, and her eyes looked at the snow on the ground, almost frozen.

Ji Hongxi, who was still rambunctious, put away his sword, stepped back to the edge of Yun Shuiqing, raised the hot wine and drank it down, and then said something.

"evildoer!"

It's just a matter of enjoying the snow, and this can be an epiphany.

"Come, brother, have a drink."

Giving Yun Shuiqing a glass of wine, Ji Hongxi smiled like a flower in the hesitant eyes of the other party.

"Sake, not strong at all."

Yun Shuiqing took a sip tentatively, and the fruity aroma made people's eyes shine. After drinking the cup, a burning pain came from his throat.

The spirits burned his internal organs, he couldn't help coughing, and felt quite helpless in the face of his senior brother's sly eyes.

Amid Yun Shuiqing's cough, Lu Yun, who was silent in the wind and snow, moved.

Han Jiangxue drew a beautiful arc, and Lu Yun moved with the sword, and the sword moves were light and ethereal, like the baby swallow returning to its nest.

Lifting it up easily, the ink hair fluttered, Lu Yun stabbed out with a sword, and on Wentian Peak, some birds flew to the nearby treetops.

As if they were bewitched by someone, they looked at Lu Yun below with mung bean-sized eyes.

The gentle sword intent dissipated the coldness of the past, the three-foot long sword caused snowflakes to dance together, and a group of birds suddenly sang and flew into the snow with fluttering wings.

Lu Yun moved forward with a sword, there was no killing intent, no sword energy, only a swallow landed on the cold river snow.

The weak birds were not frostbitten by the cold air of Han Jiangxue, but danced for self-amusement, stepped on Lu Yun's head, and flew high into the sky, disappearing into the wind and snow.

Lu Yun retracted the sword, and Snowflake resumed its natural falling arc again.

The breath in the body circulates, endlessly, and the cultivation base that has not made much progress in half a year of retreat, takes a small step at this moment.

Even Guiyan's swordsmanship is quite impressive.

The Yunjian Jue is really extraordinary. After Jianxiu masters this Yunjian Jue, his speed of sharpening his sword skills is faster than ordinary people.

Lu Yun smiled, turned around and split the wine glass thrown by Ji Hongxi with a sword.

Looking into the pavilion, as expected, Yun Shuiqing was drunk again.

Faced with Lu Yun's condemning expression, Ji Hongxi shrugged: "I don't even like to say goodbye. If I'm drunk, I don't have to see him off."

"Let's go and find Master."

The trip to the Nanshan tomb was on the agenda, and the elder sent by the Tibetan Sword Sect this time was Wentian.

It can be said that asking the three masters and apprentices of Tianfeng to round up the quota, but not many people objected, Yun Tian's cultivation base should be the first among several elders.

After retreating for a long time but unable to break through, this time Yuntian can be regarded as going out to seek opportunities.

However, Yuntian was unreliable, after leaving for half a year, and didn't come back when the time came, a message came, asking her to wait for him in Zhonglu with her senior brother.

In the wind and snow, the two senior brothers and sisters left the Hidden Sword School.

The mountain is high and cold, but at the end of February, there is a bit of spring at the bottom of the mountain.

The branches are covered with fresh green, the wild grass grows from the ground, and the spring is pleasant.

But Lu Yun was unable to appreciate the scenery.

She is still in the foundation building stage and cannot fly with a sword for the time being. She was planning to go to Zhonglu on a treasure ship.

But Ji Hongxi became interested, and wanted to take her to fly with the sword, saying that she would feel the pride of climbing high in the sky and overlooking all living beings in advance.

But Ji Hongxi likes to play around, he doesn't use the sword, he insists on the imperial weapon, and he uses the wine gourd that Ji Hongxi carries with him.

Although the wine gourd is a spiritual weapon, it is only low-grade, and its only function is to lock the smell of wine.

How could this gourd stand up to Ji Hongxi's tossing? Halfway through the flight, the gourd cracked, and Lu Yun fell from the sky with Ji Hongxi.

In order to protect Lu Yun, Ji Hongxi didn't have time to observe the surrounding environment. As a result, the two fell into an old forest somewhere deep in the mountains.

Rubbing between her brows, Lu Yun really wanted to draw her sword and cut off her senior brother.

"My fault."

Touching his nose, Ji Hongxi looked at the situation around him, feeling very guilty.

Surrounded by trees, it looks ordinary. Now in the evening, the sun is sinking, and the scattered light is covered by the leaves, leaving only one or two, casting mottled shadows around.

In the virgin forest-like mountain forest, there is no one and no road.

Ji Hongxi stood there without moving, and the contemptuous smile on his face disappeared unconsciously.

"Found?"

Lu Yun glared at her senior brother without curiosity.

You can play whatever you want inside the door, but you still mess around like this when you come out. As a result, this nonsense puts the two of them in danger.

"This is the Ancient Man Mountain Range!"

Ji Hongxi found a tree, slid his fingers across it, and the sword energy tore the bark apart. What he saw was not ordinary juice, but the color of blood.

"Ah."

The Ancient Man Mountains traversed the two lands of Dongzhou and Zhonglu, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, like a moat separating the northern sky and the west bank.

It was precisely because of the existence of the Ancient Man Mountains that the Moxiu sects on the west bank were still unable to completely take Beitian down.

A long time ago, those demon sects also thought about flattening the ancient barbarian mountains and breaking through a path with their strength, but ended in failure.

All because this ancient barbaric mountain range is too strange.

Here, people's cultivation will be suppressed, and the closer they are to the depths of the mountains, the more severely their cultivation will be suppressed.

Going to Zhonglu should have taken another road, Ji Hongxi didn't notice for a while, took a side road, flew over the ancient man mountain range, and his cultivation was shaken, which caused the wine gourd to shatter, and the two fell here.