Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

Chapter 11 was followed
Exhaling a turbid breath, the world before Lu Yun's eyes became clearer.

The spiritual mist in the dantian was rotating, forming a large funnel-shaped spiritual mist, and a large amount of spiritual mist was condensed and compressed.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock!
The sound of water droplets sounded from Lu Yun's dantian.

At the bottom of the dantian, a pit appeared, and in that pit lay a few drops of spiritual liquid.

The seventh layer of Qi training can compress the spiritual mist into a spiritual liquid that can only be found in the foundation building period, which shows the thickness of Lu Yun's spiritual power.

But that wasn't enough to feed the shard.

Feeling the hunger from the fragments again, Lu Yun looked at the ice frogs that were about to move.

The cold stone is different from the elixir, the pure spiritual power in it has no side effects when used, this is one of the purposes of Lu Yun's coming to the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons.

The long sword swept across, bringing up the sword wind.

"Quack quack!"

There was a sound of wow, and the mist in the air was freezing, forming ice-like weapons and shooting at Lu Yun.

This is the fighting stance of the Frost Frog.

Han Jiangxue was also wrapped in the cold air, cutting off the ice.

Hao Ran's sword intent wrapped around Lu Yun's body, making Bing Ling unable to get close.

Lu Yun's sword is more dangerous than the dropworm.

Fear appeared in the raised eyes of some ice frogs.

"Quack, quack, quack!"

The rhythm of the call changed, which was calling for the companions to retreat quickly.

A large piece of ice mist was spat out by the frog, covering the sight in the blink of an eye. When Lu Yun dispersed the ice mist with the wind of a sword, there was no live frog around the cold pool.

Fortunately, she didn't come to kill them all.

The cultivation base of this group of ice frogs is very low, and the cold stones they produce can only be used by her during the Qi refining period.

The scattered ones on the ground are enough.

After collecting the cold stone, the figure of Lu Yun in Tsing Yi disappeared in the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons.

There is no time to practice. For Lu Yun, the life in Wandu Valley is no different from that in Wentian Peak.

It took her two months to figure out the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons before she acted recklessly.

In addition to practicing and practicing, the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons is still a place where you can make a fortune, and the things on many poisons are very valuable.

Lu Yun has collected a lot of materials, and she can earn a lot of Lingshi by taking them out.

Under the cliff, a bonfire was lit, and Lu Yun was roasting rabbits.

The smell of meat wafted away, arousing the gluttons in my stomach.

During the qi refining period, disciples still have no way to make big grains, and the desire to eat and drink is unavoidable.

Gudong!

It was a hungry cry from the stomach, and the source of the sound was not on Lu Yun, but in the bushes not far away.

Pairs of eyes were fixed on Lu Yun, and they were talking in low voices.

"Is it her?"

"is her."

"What should I do now, should I go back or continue to stare?"

"A person who has practiced Qi at the sixth level, what are the five of us afraid of?"

"No, she has practiced Qi level seven."

A bunch of low-pitched voices carried malice towards Lu Yun.

"Well, the two of you go to Senior Brother Li, and we will continue to watch here."

Someone spoke, and on his regular facial features, those eyes were extremely gloomy.

Zhang Zijin, an outer disciple of the Tibetan Sword Sect.

Most of the outer sects are places where disciples who can cultivate but have average talents live.

Occasionally, some buried geniuses stand out from the encirclement and are valued by the inner sect as disciples.

In addition, if they want to enter the inner sect, they can only rely on the selection of the outer sect every three years.

The Hidden Sword Sect is a large sect, and there are thousands of disciples from the outer sect, but the number of places given out by the inner sect is no more than two palms each time.

Many disciples have to spend their whole lives in the outer sect.

But there are also some people who want to take shortcuts.

For example, if you make friends with some inner disciples, sometimes a kind word from an inner disciple can change the fate of an outer disciple.

As for Zhang Zijin, there is a big brother on top of his head.

Entering the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons this time is also for the eldest brother.

"Row."

Without talking nonsense, the two turned around and left.

After the rest of the people watched their companions leave, Zhang Zijin turned to look in Lu Yun's direction, only to find that the girl who was supposed to be eating rabbits was gone.

"What about people?"

One person exclaimed a little louder.

"What are you shouting for? You shouldn't be far away, just look for it!"

Zhang Zijin's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad premonition.

In terms of cultivation, there is a huge difference between inner and outer disciples.

Don't look at Lu Yun's previous six-level cultivation base being ridiculed by the inner sect, but it is enough to crush the outer sect disciples, just now it was just a joke.

After they entered the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons, they had been looking for Lu Yun's trace.

It wasn't until the past few days that there was a clue, and after tracking it here, Lu Yun's stronghold was finally determined.

Just in case, he planned to notify Senior Brother Li first.

But this Lu Yun disappeared when he turned his head.

"Senior brother Zhang, has she found us?"

A timid disciple asked, swallowing nervously.

His eyes widened and he patrolled around, but there was no sign of Lu Yun.

"What nonsense!"

"Let's leave first."

Cold sweat broke out on Zhang Zijin's back with his heart beating fast.

He looked in the direction where Lu Yun disappeared, and beckoned everyone to go first.

Lift your feet carefully, Zhang Zijin is very cautious.

It must not be discovered.

His forehead was already wet with cold sweat, and the physique of a cultivator does not know the cold and heat, but now he is cold all over.

What about Lu Yun?

Taking a few steps back, something poked her back.

Zhang Zijin shouted impatiently: "What are you doing in a daze, let's go!"

He thought it was his companion who hit him, so he reprimanded him.

no respond.

It was quiet all around, except for the crackling sound of the bonfire in front of it.

In this dark night, the flickering flames are like lights on the banks of the Wangchuan River, illuminating the end of death.

Realizing that something was wrong, Zhang Zijin looked back with difficulty, and saw Lu Yun's sword pointing at him.

The girl's eyes were calm, and she was not surprised by their existence, but the disciples around her were already unconscious.

Surprise is not enough to describe Zhang Zijin's mood at the moment.

He backed away in a panic, his heart beating like a drum, but he tripped and fell to the ground with his hands on the ground, Zhang Zijin's face was as white as paper.

"You, what do you want to do?"

What does she want to do?
Listening to this question, Lu Yun raised her eyebrows, shouldn't she be the one asking this question.

A few days earlier, she discovered that these people were following her, and the methods were quite clumsy.

Because she didn't know why, she just pretended not to see it.

Two of them left just now, obviously to inform others, and when the time came, she made a move.

Dealing with these people is not easy.

Looking at the person in front of him, Lu Yun was very curious.

The disciples from the outer sect ran over to follow him, did he think his life was too long?

"who is it?"

Taking a step forward, Han Jiangxue rested on the opponent's neck, and Lu Yun spoke with a voice as cold as a sharp knife.

Zhang Zijin's body trembled from the cold Han Jiangxue, and a bloodstain appeared on his neck.

The blood was instantly frozen, and even the weak spiritual power in the body was freezing.

……

Is this person touching porcelain?
"help me!"

Zhang Zijin's eyes were bloodshot, and he reached out to Lu Yun for help.

But Lu Yun just stood there silently, watching the other party turn into an ice sculpture.

This bit of coldness is not fatal, and a few hours of freezing should be regarded as punishment.

(End of this chapter)