Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

Ji Hongxi walked with Lu Yun, the road was still long, and Yun Shuiqing also appeared behind him, silent.

"Don't worry, Master said, if the head of the sect makes things difficult for you, he will try his best not to, and he will seek justice for you."

"He also said that if he couldn't beat him, he would take a step back and leave you with a dead body."

This is indeed what Yuntian can say, but Lu Yun is more concerned about another point.

"Master is out?"

It stands to reason that the other party is still in retreat.

"Hmph, the incident is such a big deal, if he continues to retreat, he won't be able to wake up, and his little apprentice will be gone."

Ji Hongxi's resentment was aimed at Lu Yun.

About to say that she can really make a fuss.

Lu Yun, who felt wronged, walked in the forefront, and came outside the hall under the curious eyes of many disciples of the Tibetan Sword Sect.

With Wuzhuo still on her body, Lu Yun seemed to be apologizing.

The door opened, and the incoming Reiatsu made it difficult to move an inch.

Lu Yun's knees softened, but she held on firmly.

With Wuzhu behind her back, she smiled slightly under Yun Shuiqing's worried eyes, and continued walking.

The floor is cracking underfoot.

Every step she takes, the strong wind blows her flesh, causing her to grit her teeth in pain and move forward without saying a word.

The surrounding disciples had been dispersed long ago, but no one saw her in distress.

Ji Hongxi stood at the door, quietly watching Lu Yun sink into the darkness, and the door slammed shut in front of him.

The relaxed smile on his face was no longer there.

The eyes he stared at the door were cold and ruthless, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Yun Shuiqing, with such a cold arc.

"If the sect master wants to kill Junior Sister, what should you do?"

He asked the words of punishment, but flung his sleeves and left.

With big sleeves fluttering, a red dress was fluttering in the wind, and the clouds and wind were light from his back, as if he would turn into a feather at any moment.

A dark color that Yun Shuiqing couldn't understand appeared on Ji Hongxi's body, from the scorching red to the intense black, like a wicked ghost whose conscience has been swallowed up, leaving only resentment.

Yun Shuiqing froze in place.

As the tool spirit of the Tibetan Sword Sect's divine sword, he is one with the Tibetan Sword Sect to a certain extent.

He never thought that one day he would have to choose between Tibetan Sword Sect and Junior Martial Sister.

The wind and rain outside has nothing to do with Lu Yun.

At this moment, she was already standing in the center of the hall, and there were many people there.

Head, five elders.

She saw her master sitting on a chair, half leaning on his body, slouching, with a cold face, as if he was ready to clean up the house at any time.

She also saw Lin Zhong, the great elder who had always criticized her quite a bit, frowning tightly, but he had no killing intent.

No one spoke, and Lu Yun was speechless.

Ever since she entered the hall, that pressure has been with her everywhere.

She bent her body, because of this movement, Wuzhuo covered her figure in the shadow of the sword, and gave her a moment to breathe.

The calf is going weak.

The coercion from Almighty, just a look, makes people want to kneel down and beg for mercy.

But she doesn't kneel.

She picked up Wuzhuo, stood on the ground, using the blade of the sword as a support, forced her body to stand up.

She looked up, the sweat on her forehead wet her hair, and her black hair was sticky on her cheeks.

Even though she was at a disadvantage, her expression didn't change. On the contrary, under the heavy pressure, Wu Zhuo uttered a deep sword cry, with the wild and publicity that belonged to the master.

Especially that pair of cold eyes, scorching like the sun, amazingly bright.

At this moment, all the pressure disappeared, and everything was as fast as her illusion.

In the world of ice and fire, Lu Yun smiled.

"Disciple Lu Yun, I have met the head, the elder, and the master."

The girl's voice was hoarse and dry, like a rock that had never been sharpened, but it overflowed with a little spirit from the depths of the rock, which was the brilliance of beautiful jade.

"Sinister, how did my teacher teach you in the past, who gave you the courage to associate with those demon cultivators!"

A slap came over, but the wind didn't hit Lu Yun's face, but landed on Wuzhuo.

Wuzhuo was like a wronged child, swayed for a while, fell to the ground whining, and Yun Tian just appeared, grabbed Lu Yun by the collar and threw her on a chair.

"Sit down for me, and tell me the truth, or I will kill you."

The voice is ferocious, but the movement is so gentle no matter how you look at it, as if you are afraid of hurting your little apprentice.

Lu Yun was laughing in her heart, she sat on the chair safely.

It's still the master who understands her. She almost couldn't hold her knees anymore. The master and apprentice exchanged eyes, showing a tacit understanding that others couldn't see through.

The corners of Lin Zhong's eyes twitched, and he wanted to say something, but he simply turned his head and turned a blind eye.

Duanlang's expression was stern, and he couldn't see any emotion. The fourth elder, who was rare to see, laughed uncontrollably, and the only female elder, Jing Yuan, coughed a few times.

"Yun Tian, ​​don't worry, just let her talk it out."

It was Ouyang Buwen who spoke. He sat upright on the main seat. He was dressed in a simple Taoist robe, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and an immortal demeanor.

There was another cup of tea in front of Lu Yun.

Lu Yun was not polite, and drank it all in one gulp. The aura in the spirit tea soothed the pain on her body, and she told everything that happened after she arrived in Wujian Town.

What disappeared was only the existence of Teng Fenghu.

That cub was never born at the right time, if she spoke out to attract attention, the beast king would probably come over and pinch her to death.

"So, you originally planned to rely on the Beastmaster's promise to settle the matter?"

Ouyang hooked his finger without asking, and the bone whistle hanging on Lu Yun's neck passed.

He didn't ask in depth what happened to Lu Yun in Wuwang Valley, it had nothing to do with the Kongchan Sect, it was the disciple's own chance.

Rubbing the white bones with the pulp of the fingers, the bone whistle tightly fit Lu Yun's body temperature, maintaining the initial coldness and feeling good.

"Ouyang, what are you doing touching my mother's bones? Why, did you fall in love with my mother?"

Suddenly a teasing voice came out of the bone whistle and exploded in the hall. At this moment, several elders looked strange, and even Lu Yun almost burst out laughing.

"Cough cough!"

The benevolent head had a red face, he smiled awkwardly, and returned the bone whistle to Lu Yun.

"That is to say, you feel that Ali's identity is not simple, and you want to test it out, but you didn't expect that the other party is a member of the Kongchan Sect, right?"

"Yes!" This is the truth.

No matter how much she guessed, she also suspected what kind of magic cultivator Ah Li was, but she didn't dare to guess about that kind of Lord.

Tapping his fingers on the table, Ouyang Buwen spoke calmly.

"Don't worry, I will guarantee you this matter, no one will embarrass you."

Ouyang did not ask to look at Lu Yun with a satisfied expression. He is a good seed with a cultivation base in the middle stage of foundation establishment, a deep foundation, and a cold and unyielding sword intent.

As a sword cultivator, you can guess one or two thoughts of a sword cultivator just by looking at the sword intent.

He didn't notice any dark things in the opponent's sword intent, it was a cold moon, in the night sky, surrounded by twilight, still clean and lonely without dust.

"You are all satisfied."

Ouyang didn't ask. It's not the people here who are asking this question.

There was a rustling sound.

Lu Yun looked at some empty places from the corner of her eye. There was no one there, but spiritual senses descended from several other sects.

Ever since she returned to the Hidden Sword Sect, the peeping eyes, which had been faintly visible, disappeared at this moment.

Those people left.