Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

Since the Dengxian Sect was opened, every once in a while in the world of cultivation, one can hear that someone from each major sect is about to undergo another tribulation.

But the Hidden Sword Sect is an exception.

As a large swordsmanship sect, there are many talented people and strangers in it. Among the new generation of swordsmanship, a genius has emerged, and he is also the leader of the new generation in the world of cultivation.

But counting carefully, to this day, the person who has been promoted recently in the Hidden Sword Sect is still an elder from decades ago. Among the disciples of a certain generation, no one has been promoted so far.

Every new generation who enters the Hidden Sword Sect will hear a story, a story about Senior Sister Lu.

I heard that in the world of cultivation, many talented monks of the same generation as Senior Sister Lu are now suppressing their cultivation and refusing to ascend, just to wait for Senior Sister Lu to wake up.

Decades have passed since Senior Sister Lu's senior brother and best friend sent her into the Soul Gathering Array, and Senior Sister Lu is still sleeping.

And they are still waiting.

It's not that no one said they were discouraged. As time went by, the legendary color attached to Lu Yun was fading away. Many of them believed that Lu Yun had actually long since ceased to exist.

Of course, more people are clinging to one hope.

Since it is a legend, how could it end?

This is an ordinary day in the Hidden Sword Sect.

On Wentian Peak, some people were practicing swordsmanship, while others were making wine and tea and chatting about interesting things.

When the wine was in full swing, the wind rose suddenly on Wentian Peak, dark clouds gathered, and the mighty power of heaven heralded the coming of thunder and disaster.

"Is it Elder Yun?"

He waved his fan and asked when he heard someone.

With Yuntian's cultivation, he should have ascended decades ago, but for Lu Yun, he forcibly suppressed his cultivation. For this reason, he even gave up most of his cultivation, just to stay in the world longer.

However, with Yuntian's situation, Qi will be implicated at any time, resulting in a thunder disaster.

For a moment, many people in the Hidden Sword Sect looked at Wentian Peak. They also thought that this was Yuntian's thunder disaster.

"Do you need help?"

Wen Ruyu asked.

He did not become the sect leader of the Divine Formation Sect as he had imagined, but became an elder. He would stay temporarily on Wentian Peak for a period of time every year.

The twins took out the high-level magic weapons from Linlang Pavilion.

Others cannot interfere with the tribulation, but it is still possible to provide some formations or spiritual weapons to resist the power of the thunder tribulation.

Everyone looked at the four people.

They all know very well that the reason why they, people from all over the world, stay here are waiting for a miracle.

"Good work."

Ji Hongxi graciously agreed.

As he spoke, Yuntian's figure appeared in front of people. During this period, in order to avoid triggering the thunder disaster, he had been in seclusion in a special secret room.

"Whose thunder disaster?"

Yuntian looked at everyone present, then looked at the lightning disaster that was about to take shape above his head, and asked doubtfully.

He came out after sensing the aura of Thunder Tribulation, but it was not his Thunder Tribulation. He thought it belonged to some kid.

Because of Yuntian's words, everyone was at a loss.

Thunder Tribulation cannot be in the wrong place, there must be someone here who wants to overcome the Tribulation.

Several people slowly looked at Baihu Huanhuan, who was lying on his back and stretching.

"Ouch." Huanhuan was so anxious that he forgot that he could speak, but everyone understood what he meant and he was denying it.

Next to Huanhuan, Rabbit Yue rolled over and turned into a milk baby of several years old.

After receiving everyone's gaze, Milk Baby rolled her eyes: "It's not me!"

Loli's body and sister's heart are all about Beast King Yue.

"Who is that?"

Everyone is asking this question.

"I've seen it, and there's no one else on Wentian Peak." Listen carefully, and there is a slight tremor in Meng Lin's voice.

Over the years, there was only one person who could arouse Meng Lin's emotions.

They were silent, subconsciously looking in a certain direction.

When they eliminate all false options, the remaining answer, no matter how unreliable it seems, will be the truth.

Ji Hongxi opened her mouth to say something, but was speechless.

He stood up, knocked over the wine glass, and headed somewhere. Almost at the same time, everyone followed.

In the sky above, thunder disaster is still brewing.

The dark clouds hung over everyone's heads, oppressive and majestic, but no one cared.

Over the years, I have seen too many thunder tribulations, and I really no longer have that fear. A formation was set up in the bamboo forest, and only those present could enter at will.

In the center of the bamboo forest, a few fragments should have surrounded a group of fluorescent lights. That fluorescent light was where Lu Yun's soul lay.

When they walked in, they didn't see the familiar light group.

The empty center made several people's eyes wide open.

"Who?"

Over the years, martial law has been on Wentian Peak, and even a bird cannot fly over at will. Who can take away Lu Yun's soul in front of people like them.

"Is there a possibility..."

The twins said in unison and their eyes met, showing that they had a connection.

It’s not like no one has speculated in this direction.

But after waiting for so many years and getting closer to the truth, they appear to be cowardly and timid.

The bamboo forest became quiet, except for the roar of the thunder tribulation.

"Are you...looking for me?"

The clear and clear voice belonging to the woman was just like in the memory, with a slightly cool touch.

Someone stepped out and looked at them with a smile.

On that familiar face, the expression was like the rising sun, with a suffocating tenderness.

Across the distance of time, the man stood in front of them again, with his green clothes flying and his black hair falling like clouds, just as frivolous as before.

"I am back."

Lu Yun whispered, swallowing the soreness in her throat, she smiled and pointed to the sky.

"We'll catch up on old things later, there are pressing matters now."

She herself didn't expect that once she woke up, a thunderstorm would be waiting for her. This showed that the Heavenly Dao really didn't like her.

Knowing that she couldn't be killed, she hurriedly drove her away, and even volunteered enough spiritual power to make her reach the sky in one step.

She waved her sleeves and faced the wind.

With a move of his hand, the long sword was placed in front of him, and heavy snow fell.

Several swords are still there, but they can no longer be combined into immortal weapons. Now they are just themselves.

But that's okay, what she wanted was never some magical weapon.

"Junior sister, do you want to help?"

The voices of several senior brothers came from behind, and when I looked back, I saw the affectionate eyes of my friends.

Lu Yun smiled and shook her head.

"It's just a natural disaster, I can handle it."

Lu Yun always does what she says.

The sword light came forward to meet the thunder calamity, and the calamity thunder that frightened many people was chopped into pieces by Lu Yun.

The nine heavenly tribulations, as she said, are nothing.

Senior Sister Lu's graceful appearance, on this day, was forcibly caught in the eyes of the new generation disciples of the Hidden Sword Sect under the thunder.

Liu Ru and Feng Yuyao, who are now elders of the Hidden Sword Sect, raised their heads and looked at the familiar figure with bright smiles.

"She has come back."

Yes, she came back, and the stagnant water stirred up waves, creating a stormy sea.

The moment the thunder disaster disappeared, Lu Yun patted his sleeves and returned to the crowd in a light and airy manner.

She stared at everyone, all familiar faces in her memory.

Seeing their excited or happy expressions, Lu Yun raised her eyebrows and smiled, her eyebrows were wildly raised, and the fire in her eyes was raging ambition.

"As a celebration of my return, everyone, do you want to have a big game?"

Later, people who listened to the story asked what big was.

Someone answered...

That day, thunder disaster came nine more times.

That day, colorful clouds appeared in the clear sky, and fairy music floated thousands of miles away.

That day, everyone on Wentian Peak ascended.

In the following year, many old friends in the world of cultivation followed Senior Sister Lu.

People who listen to the story feel admiration and share the same ideas.

Senior Sister Lu was born to be a legend.