Junior sister, she is fierce and beautiful

Chapter 430: Black Shirt Disciple
"Although you stay at Lingyan Peak all day long, you are not necessarily safe. In the past few years, it seems that the Great Three Thousand Worlds will usher in a turmoil. If it is really chaotic, people like you and me , always rushing to the forefront, and will not retreat until the time of sacrifice. With the protection of the Star Picking Pavilion, maybe you can get a life back."

"I can arrange one for Fuling. Her physique is easy to get involved in troublesome things. If the three thousand worlds are really messed up, she might be the first to die." Xuan Wei hesitated when he heard Yinyue's words. ponder.

Yinyue felt helpless, he was obviously talking about Xuanwei's own safety, Xuanwei could consider that Fuling would be involved in danger, why didn't he think about his own situation.

"Fuling is protected by you and her senior brothers. When any danger comes, she can be the one to be protected behind, but you can't. I think you need someone to count your fortunes more than Fuling."

"It doesn't make any sense to calculate my good or bad luck. When it's time to die, I know that there will be a dead end, but I will continue to move forward."

Yin Yue shook her head, "Forget it, if you really want to die someday, I will pull you back no matter what."

"This eroded iron is already the fourth piece. Chanyue said that more than five pieces is equivalent to cutting off the way to ascend. If you really can't suppress your cultivation, just fly. Neither I nor Yuanxi will blame you. Yes I am here, Zixiaozong and Cangjian Pavilion will be fine, and Zixiaozong will not fall without you." Yinyue stopped talking in vain, and talked about the matter in front of her.

Xuanwei took the tripod, and in front of Yinyue, released all her spiritual power.

The small cauldron was instantly shattered by the pressure of the spiritual power, and a piece of iron ore as black as ink was exposed inside. Without the suppression of the small cauldron, the spiritual energy from all around rushed towards this iron ore, and almost half of the mountain was covered. spread.

Yinyue on the side has already restrained her spiritual power, so as not to be affected by the erosion of iron.

This small piece of iron was taken from the mountains in the east where the ancient demons were suppressed.

It is not a substance that exists in the Great Three Thousand Realms. After the great monks of the Sanqing Temple suppressed the ancient great demons in the mountains behind the Sanqing Temple, the evil energy of the ancient great demons infected the iron mines, and countless iron mines were destroyed. The most severely infested pieces mutated.

Demonic energy overcomes spiritual energy, and this mutated iron ore can even devour all spiritual energy within a radius of a hundred miles.

Xuanwei's spiritual power spilled out very badly 200 years ago, and could break through the out-of-body stage at any time, and Xuanwei could forcefully suppress it at that time.

But in the past 50 years, Xuanwei has been getting closer and closer to the realm of the unity of human and sword, and the realm has become more and more shaken. A disciple of Zuowu Peak discovered this kind of iron ore in the eastern mountain, which gave Xuanwei a stable realm. for 50 years.

"I don't think I can ascend now, even if I break out of my body, I will only be stuck in crossing the catastrophe." Xuan Wei frowned slightly.

"Where does your confidence come from? If it weren't for the fear that you would directly ascend after breaking through, you wouldn't be stuck in the realm these years. If you really have such confidence, you will break through."

Xuan Wei didn't say a word, because he was concerned about several apprentices, which shook Jian Xin. If the truth was told, Yin Yue would intervene.

As the leader of the righteous way, Yinyue is a gentleman in the eyes of the world, but his style of action has always been decisive, and his scheming is the deepest. It is not impossible to do what he thinks is the most correct thing without authorization.

The chess match started at noon on the second day, and there were thousands of people participating in the first round, which was still too many.

Fu Ling accompanied the first day of the junior high school, and the first day of the junior high school was busy looking at everyone's karma line.

The people who participated in the chess game sat in the Yuanshi Hall full, and sat in front of the chessboard to play chess in twos. The person who won this game will then go to the steward to receive a high-grade spirit stone as a reward.

On the first day of the junior high school, he quickly walked through the passage between the chess tables, his eyes swept over everyone, and Fu Ling followed behind him, scanning one after another fellow disciples.

When passing by a black-clothed disciple with a sword on his waist, Fu Ling paused.

"Pause." Fu Ling directly interrupted the chess game, lowering her voice and questioning the disciple, "Which peak are you from?"

"Taichu Peak." The black-clothed disciple raised his head, seeing an unfamiliar face.

"There are no sword cultivator disciples in Taichu Peak, why do you wear a sword?"

"For self-defense, the sword is a sharp weapon. Although I am a Dharma practitioner, I can use the sword to protect myself when my spiritual power is exhausted." The black-clothed disciple replied.

"But why does your scabbard look so familiar, why don't you pull out the sword and show me?"

This black-clothed disciple was right, non-sword cultivator disciples didn't wear swords, Lingxu Daoist could also carry a sword, and she became suspicious of this disciple because of this sword.

"No, if you draw your sword in the chess arena, you will be kicked out by the stewards of Taichu Peak." The black-clothed disciple subconsciously pushed back the sword at his waist, trying to hide it.

"It's okay, I'll pull it out first, and the manager of Taichu Peak won't bother you." Fu Ling pulled out Xingye directly.

Although Fuling came back from the Great Three Thousand Realm not long ago, during the five years she was not in the Great Three Thousand Realm, because of Ling Yanfeng's particularity and the few important things Fuling herself had done, the new disciples of the Zixiao Sect also Few people do not know Poria cocos.

As soon as she came back, she successfully advanced to the Nascent Soul again. For a while, many disciples of the Zixiao Sect were tempted to go to the mortal world to practice. The news had already spread throughout the sect.

With a celebrity like her, how dare Tai Chufeng's manager dare to control what she does.

"Xingye, do you recognize the sword in the scabbard, but what is the name of that sword?" Fuling drew the sword not only to force the black-clothed disciple to draw the sword, but also to let Xingye hold her eyes.

"It's water without breath." Xingye replied firmly.

Black shirt disciple: "..."

"Master, you participate in the chess match as soon as you participate in it. What are you doing dressed up like this?" Fu Ling said helplessly.

"I'm a disciple of Taichu Peak, not your master, so don't shout." The black-clothed disciple said.

"If you don't, just pull out the sword and show me. I won't recognize my master's sword."

"I'm really just an ordinary student. I happen to be good at chess. I want to try to see how many prizes I can get. My sword just looks like your master's sword. I'm really not your master." The black-clothed disciple pointed at Fu Ling shook her head again and again, biting her teeth in denial.

"If you don't draw your sword again, I'll call the master over. The master will definitely not fail to see through your disguise." Fu Ling completely ignored the black-shirt disciple's desire to survive, and insisted on exposing him.

As a result, the disciple in black didn't let go and refused to show his sword, so Fu Ling called Yuan Zhen over.

Yuan Zhen looked at the disciple in black and couldn't help but support his forehead, "Xuan Wei, what are you doing here?"

The black-clothed disciple drew his sword on the spot, pierced the ground, and said angrily, "I'm not Xuanwei, I'm just an ordinary student participating in a chess match. Can you please leave me alone?"

Yuan Zhen and Fu Ling: "..."

It's right to become angry from embarrassment.

(End of this chapter)