Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

Chapter 3

The original owner had good bones, but felt that the six-year-old was pitiful, so Yuntian brought him back to the Hidden Sword Sect and accepted him as a disciple.

Fast-forward ten years, Lu Yun, who traveled through time, did not remember all kinds of things in the mortal world.

As for Song Xiao, he only felt that there was this person vaguely.

She doesn't need this kind of marriage.

She picked up the combined jade pendant and threw it into the air under Song Xiao's gaze.

Two fingers together with the sword, from top to bottom, the sword intent gushes out.

The sharp sword light chopped the concentric pendant into several pieces, and it couldn't be seen when it fell to the ground.

Ink hair is flying, jade is broken and marriage is broken.

"All right."

The voice was as crisp as jade, and Lu Yun skipped the other party and went to Wentian Peak without looking back.

The bell on the waist of the girl in Tsing Yi swayed, her whole body was cold.

Lu Yun's blunt attitude made Song Xiao stunned for a moment. He thought it would take a lot of talking, and even made up for it.

"Junior Brother Song."

Glancing at the back of her little junior sister, Ji Hongxi patted her on the shoulder, smiling lightly but not reaching her eyes.

"My little junior sister has nothing to do with you since then."

"If he regrets..."

Speaking of this, Ji Hongxi smiled strangely: "No, it's better not to regret it, otherwise I'm afraid I can't help but kill you."

Ji Hongxi, who seemed to be joking, had eyes as cold as ice.

The killing intent soaring into the sky made Song Xiao subconsciously want to fight back, but he couldn't move while being held down by his shoulder.

What a monster!
Song Xiao, who was horrified in his heart, could no longer keep his composure on his face, and looked at Ji Hongxi with fear.

But the elder brother still had a smile on his face.

"get out."

After the words fell, with a flash, Ji Hongxi had already caught up with Lu Yun.

"Junior Sister, don't be sad. If you like beautiful men, Senior Brother, I'll find you a few more. I guarantee you will be satisfied."

There seemed to be the sound of a sword.

"Junior Sister, speak up if you have something to say, don't draw your sword!"

Song Xiao couldn't help but take a step forward, but Kewen Tianfeng's large formation instantly unfolded, and the fog layered up, covering the shadows of the two people.

Sensing the majestic killing intent in the formation, Song Xiao took a few steps back.

Clothes were already wet with cold sweat, Song Xiao's gaze towards Wen Tianfeng became more and more serious.

Those above are all monsters.

Lu Yun... what is it.

At the top of the mountain, as soon as Lu Yun came up, he saw a young man in black looking at him.

His face was handsome, with hard edges and corners, and there was a perennial ice on his face.

Under the cold eyebrows, he looked very difficult to get along with.

"Are you back?" The young man greeted Lu Yun when he saw him.

"Ah."

Lu Yun smiled.

This is her second senior brother Meng Lin.

If Ji Hongxi is a famous courtesan, then the second senior brother is Bingshan Snow Lotus, very cold.

The second senior brother is a sword idiot, in his life, it seems that there is only swords.

After the death of the original owner, the second senior brother disappeared, and reappeared many years later, at the enthronement ceremony of the heroine.

The sword that pierced the sky was soul-stirring.

In order to avenge his junior sister, this sword idiot has kept his sword for many years, and when he unsheathed it that day, everyone praised him.

But such a person still died at the hands of the heroine who had half stepped into the tribulation stage at that time, and followed in the footsteps of the big brother.

As he recalled, he saw Meng Lin stabbing Lu Yun with a sword.

The sword light was like night, and it was extremely ferocious.

Lu Yun didn't panic, Han Jiangxue's appearance in her hand was a block.

There were bursts of metal impacts, sword lights flickered, and the sword intent was fierce. Where the two of them were, not a single blade of grass grew, which was a common occurrence at the top of Wentian Peak.

Lu Yun's master, Yun Tian, ​​began to retreat and attack the Mahayana realm a few years ago, so Lu Yun's cultivation was arranged by the second senior brother.

The two often feed swords to each other, which is also their way of cultivation.

Ji Hongxi was speechless when he saw the way those two beat each other back and forth.

Meng Lin is now at the Golden Core Realm, so it shouldn't be too easy to beat a disciple of the sixth level of Qi training.

But suppressing the realm and Lu Yun beat you back and forth.

Isn't it just showing off that he is close enough to his junior sister?

Snorting coldly, Ji Hongxi left.

Lu Yun turned around, and Han Jiangxue brushed Meng Lin's arm, leaving a mark on it.

The faint cold air froze the wound, no blood was seen, but it was very serious.

Meng Lin stopped.

"Yes, you won."

"Ah."

The dialogue between the two has never exceeded ten words.

Unlike Lu Yun, who may not be able to speak, Meng Lin is really cold and silent.

"Three days later, wait for you to win."

"it is good."

The black clothes walked away, but the red clothes disappeared, and Lu Yun, who had calmed down, suddenly frowned.

That Feng Yuyao is worthy of being the proud daughter of heaven, she was injured in the experience, and she will break through when she comes back.

Three days later, the opponent's realm will suppress her by two levels. Although she is sure, she still has to be cautious.

Lu Yun's spiritual consciousness fell in her own dantian.

For disciples in the Qi refining period, the dantian is filled with spiritual mist. When these spiritual mist are compressed into water droplets, they can enter the foundation building state.

Different from ordinary people's dantian, in the depths of her dantian, a piece of golden sword blade was floating.

It was a color that was more brilliant than gold, like a golden crow on the top of the head, so it couldn't be seen directly.

Some quaint runes can be seen on the incomplete sword body.

Occasional shimmers are hard to catch.

Lu Yun has checked a lot of information, but still doesn't understand what it means.

It was this fragment that brought her into the book world, not only that, this fragment also became her natal sword.

But this natal sword is incomplete and cannot be used.

Not only that, half of the heaven and earth spiritual energy she absorbed in the past was used to improve her cultivation, and half had to be used to cultivate this fragment.

This thing has a big appetite, and if you don't feed it for a day, it will actively swallow the spiritual power in your dantian.

This also caused her cultivation progress to be slow.

Ten years of painstaking training, the sixth floor of the Qi refining period, one floor lower than that of Feng Yuyao, it is really annoying.

The only way is to collect the remaining fragments and restore them, so that the other party will stop absorbing their own spiritual power.

And this is what she learned when she went to the Sword Tomb of the Tibetan Sword Sect.

The Han Jiangxue in her hand was made from one of the fragments.

The moment it touched Han Jiangxue, a memory came from the fragment.

These include the method of repairing the natal sword, and a sword formula for oneself as a gift.

Thinking about it, Lu Yun raised the sword again and started practicing sword every day.

Freezing three feet is not a day's cold.

If she wants to get rid of the ending of a tool person and survive under the hands of the hero and heroine, she must work harder.

In the bamboo forest, the figure of the girl in Tsing Yi wandered around until dusk.

Lu Yun, who was sweating a little, washed up for a while and went to Qingshui Town outside the Tibetan Sword Sect.

She wants to buy some pills.

At that time, it was just a place where the disciples of the Tibetan Sword Sect used to trade and set up stalls. Over time, it developed into the town it is today.

Most of the people living in this town are outsiders.

Some of these people came to do business, while others were looking for opportunities to enter the Hidden Sword Sect.

However, in the hundreds of years since the establishment of the Tibetan Sword Sect, very few people have succeeded.

For the competition three days later, Lu Yun was going to buy something.

"Yo, Miss Lu is here again!"

The voice of joy came from a pharmacy.

"Ah."

Lu Yun nodded, and the shopkeeper skillfully put the things on the table.

(End of this chapter)