Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

Perhaps because of Lu Yun's promise, Liu Ru felt more at ease and changed the topic.

Lu Yun, on the other hand, looked at the news that Yuzhong had just received, with a cold look on his face and a faint smile.

In the following days, Lu Yun was still recovering from her injuries on Wentian Peak.

Baiyao's method was very effective, pulling her body back from the edge of destruction, but the damage was too severe. Even after a month of medicinal baths and acupuncture, her cultivation had not returned to its peak.

"Next, use the elixir to warm it up, don't be in a hurry."

Baiyao gave Lu Yun's pulse while giving instructions.

From the outside, his tattered body looked better, but the previous impact of the immortal power had left too many hidden wounds.

If those hidden wounds were not taken care of one by one, they would have a great impact on Lu Yun's future, so Baiyao did not let Lu Yun recover her cultivation level immediately.

"it is good."

Lu Yun knew the other party's painstaking efforts. Lu Yun moved her hands and feet and met Baiyao's meaningful eyes.

"If you want to cause trouble, go ahead. Among the disciples in the sect, there is no one worthy of your all-out efforts."

Baiyao smiled and said politely, "I'm looking forward to it."

It's garbage, it's everywhere.

And cleaning up some garbage won't make him stand still.

Lu Yun laughed.

"Huanhuan, let's go."

She called to the tiger in the yard.

After the catastrophe, the tiger, which was now regarded as a mythical beast, was immersed in sorrow for a period of time. After getting familiar with the people on Wentian Peak, it turned into a tiger who was having fun all day long.

And Huanhuan was originally called out by Ji Hongxi.

Huzi didn't mind, and it later became the other person's name.

"Here comes master." The tiger sauntered over, with the white rabbit still sitting on its head.

For a rabbit who grew up next to a tiger, the cowardice and timidity characteristic of a rabbit are replaced by presumptuousness and daring.

The one who dares to poop on the tiger's head is today's Rabbit Yue.

Except for the masters and disciples on Wentian Peak, no one else knew the identities of the rabbit and the tiger. They only regarded them as monsters that the people on Wentian Peak had nothing to do to raise.

Huzi has also learned to camouflage, and his appearance is the same as that of Tengfenghu. The variegated hair feels good to the touch.

Wagging his tail, Huzi followed behind his master, happily preparing to go down the mountain to rape the vegetables.

Calculating the time, the news of Lu Yun's injury has spread for a month, and Lu Yun has not shown up once this month.

It happened to be the day when the quota for the competition was finally determined. As soon as Lu Yun came down from the mountain today, she attracted some people's attention.

The people who gathered under Wentian Peak some time ago disappeared.

But when Lu Yun was wandering around the Hidden Sword Sect, she could feel all kinds of secret eyes on her.

There is scrutiny, there is curiosity, there is worry, there is also anger and grudges.

Those negative emotions made Huzi growl impatiently and grin so hard that some disciples did not dare to approach him at all.

It's not like no one tested Lu Yun.

But they couldn't see Lu Yun's current situation for the time being.

Lu Yun, on the other hand, occasionally lowered her head and covered her mouth to cough, playing the role of a sick beauty.

"Junior Sister Lu."

Two people came side by side from the front.

During the period when Lu Yun was silent, the one who attracted the most attention in the Hidden Sword Sect was the unparalleled Feng Yuyao.

Faintly, the other party showed signs of becoming a senior sister of the same generation.Among her peers, Feng Yuyao was not the first to get started, but before Lu Yun came to the limelight, her opponent had the highest level of cultivation.

Early on, everyone agreed that she was the senior sister, and she was followed by many fans.

Because of this, when Lu Yun later stole Feng Yuyao's limelight, Feng Yuyao lost her balance and made some disciples jealous.

Although Feng Yuyao adjusted her mentality later on, she was really worried when she saw Lu Yun now.

But there are always some people who are still stubborn and think that Lu Yun stole everything from Feng Yuyao.

The rightful owner turned the hostility into friendship, but some people secretly wanted to make the relationship between the two sour again.

Fortunately, after experiencing so much, Feng Yuyao is not easily shaken.

"Junior Sister Lu, are you okay?"

Some time ago, Feng Yuyao also went to Wentian Peak to see Lu Yun. At that time, Lu Yun would be out of breath after long-term activities, but now she looks better.

"It's okay. Thank you, senior sister, for your concern."

Lu Yun smiled and said it sincerely, observing Song Xiao from the corner of her eye who just nodded to him as a greeting.

Song Xiao's character is cold but doting on his wife.

Lu Yun didn't know how to dote on his wife, but Song Xiao now had a much colder personality than when they first met her, like an ice cube.

Thinking of her reminder last time and looking at the beautiful appearance of these two people, Lu Yun had no intention of spending any more money.

"That's good." After a pause, Feng Yuyao sent a message to Lu Yun: "Junior Sister Lu, we all know how powerful you are. I support you. Don't pay attention to those rumors."

Among those who suppressed those words was Feng Yuyao.

Even though she benefited from recognizing the master of the God-killing Sword and her cultivation level increased greatly, when facing Lu Yun, even in her current state, Feng Yuyao always felt that she had no confidence.

And she had already thought clearly that as long as she no longer compared herself with Lu Yun, her life would actually be easy and her mood would become more peaceful.

"I don't take it to heart." Lu Yun also said.

Glancing at the people who seemed to be watching the fun not far away, the two chatted for a while before Feng Yuyao left.

After the two people left, Lu Yun followed the original plan and walked to some relatively remote places of the Hidden Sword Sect.

The Hidden Sword Sect has a large territory. In addition to the five peaks and the main hall, there are many other peaks.

Some of them are forbidden areas, some are small secret places, and they are not accessible casually.

At this moment, Lu Yun entered the sword practice formation.

This place is open to the public and is a place where ordinary disciples come to hone their swordsmanship. They will encounter a lot of pressure, so it is recommended to act according to their ability.

But the danger is not just caused by the formation itself.

The moment Lu Yun stepped in, the formation was activated.

Instructing Huzi Huanhuan to stay aside, Lu Yun took out the bamboo sword he had been using during this period and made a starting gesture.

The next moment, a sound broke through the air.

Countless sword shadows bloomed in the air, the kind that would never give up until death.

After all, it is a place for experience. This formation was also arranged by the generation of formation masters who once came out of the Hidden Sword Sect. All the sword moves in it were left here by the seniors of the Hidden Sword Sect.

Of course, the power is not that earth-shattering, but if you can understand the sword intention, you will benefit a lot.

Moreover, this formation is quite intelligent and can adjust the power of the sword moves in it according to the disciple's cultivation level.

And Lu Yun's current cultivation level has returned to the peak of the foundation building stage, and has not even entered the golden elixir.

However, the power displayed by the formation at this moment is in the early stage of Nascent Soul.

There is no need to guess, someone is doing something secretly.

Lu Yun held the bamboo sword with a panicked expression on her face, and kept using her body skills to escape, sometimes backhanding her, but the strength she displayed was like scratching an itch, unable to resist the formation at all. (End of chapter)