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　　 "Why are you here?" Meng Fan was a little surprised. To be honest, he almost forgot this little girl.

　　 Now Zhang Youwei is wearing the clothes of a disciple of Shushan Inner Sect. She is in white clothes. Her whole body is full of aura. Her big eyes like black grapes fully reveal the lush feeling of a girl.

　　 She has a cheerful personality and a strange spirit, but because she suffered from the evil sect, she was depressed during that time, and now she has recovered.

　　 It seems that she has had a good life in Jianzong. Although she has only been here for more than a month, she has a solid foundation. Meng Fan can sense that her physique and spiritual power are full, and her strength has reached the triple realm of sword qi.

　　 Qinglianfeng should have taken a lot of money on her body.

　　 "Let me see you, your sword mound is so biased. It took me a few days to find here." Zhang Youwei said angrily.

　　 "Didn't you say that you will find me? It's been more than a month, and you haven't come to me. You haven't told me where you live, which made me search for so long."

　　 Zhang Youwei pouted her mouth as if she was wronged.

　　 Before, Meng Fan had said that she would not reveal Meng Fan’s identity when she acted. He directly knocked her out of Jianzong, and didn't tell her where she lived. The Jianzong was so big, which made her look everywhere during this time.

　　 She promised Meng Fan to keep it secret, and it was not easy to go to Meng Fan with fanfare, especially not to let people know his broken arm.

　　 "Then how did you find here?"

　　 "Hmph, my ancestor said that my ancestor used to live in Jian Tomb and told me about sending your ancestor's relics back to the family. I knew you must be in Jian Tomb."

　　 "You came here alone?"

　　 "Of course not, the saint sister brought me here."

　　 When I heard that it was a saint, Meng Fan was a little nervous. It would not be the saint who knew that he was a mysterious powerhouse.

　　 "You didn't expose me, did you?"

　　 Zhang Youwei said crisply, "Of course not, this is a little secret between us, I won't tell it."

　　 "Where is the saint?"

　　 "Go up!"

　　 Zhang Youwei pointed to the summit of Jian Tomb.

　　 The saint entered the forbidden area of ​​the sword mound.

　　 Meng Fan pondered slightly that his divine consciousness could cover the entire 1st to 6th floor of the sword mound, but above the seventh floor, there was an array isolation and could not be sensed, so he didn't notice the saint at first.

　　What did the saint go to the forbidden area of ​​the sword mound? Is it to check the situation of Jianzhong, or have other intentions.

　　 Meng Fan frowned and thought!

　　 "Brother, where my ancestors lived before, Vier wants to worship."

　　 "On the fourth floor, let me take you there!"

　　 took Zhang Youwei to Zhang Lao's closed chamber, Zhang Youwei took out the incense candle tribute, and worshipped in front of the closed chamber.

Although she had never seen this ancestor, she was very grateful to this ancestor. If it were not for this ancestor, she would not have been saved by Meng Fan. She would also regain the soul blood and successfully entered the Shushan Sword Sect. change destiny.

　　 After half an hour, Zhang Youwei finished worshipping.

　　 While Meng Fan kept staring at it, the saint hadn't come down yet.

　　 "Brother, do you like saints too?" Zhang Youwei saw Meng Fan's performance in her eyes. She asked straightforwardly with her big eyes bulging.

　　 There are many people admiring the saint in Jianzong, and Zhang Youwei thinks that it is normal for Meng Fan to like the saint.

　　 "I don't like it!" Meng Fan said very simply.

　　 Now he only has kendo in his heart, all kinds of powerful cultivation methods, he doesn't have enough time, and he still has the mind to think about women.

　　 "Then why do you keep staring at the mountain."

　　 "I'm thinking when will you leave?"

　　 "Oh, no, I mean Jianzhong is too desolate here, there is nothing to entertain the saint."

　　 "Brother, you bother me so we bother me." Zhang Youwei said quietly. This elder brother speaks more straightforwardly than her. She could see that Meng Fan was really annoying.

　　 "It's not very annoying, hey, don't talk about this, how is your cultivation, show me two tricks."

　　 Meng Fan quickly changed the subject. In fact, what he was worried about was that Zhang Youwei and the saint were involved in the sword tomb.

　　 Sword Tomb has been stared at by the spies of the Demon Cult. The identity of the saint is key, and her presence here will definitely attract the attention of the spies. To tell the truth, the strength of the saint is just like that in Meng Fan's eyes.

　　 The most important thing is that, in this way, Zhang Youwei will be in danger by following her.

　　 Demon Cult internal traitors will not pity Xiang Xiyu, Zhang Youwei's talent is so good that people of Demon Cult will not get it, and if there is a chance, she will definitely be destroyed.

　　 Zhang Youwei began to practice swordsmanship. She studied the Qinglian Sword Classic, and she has developed a blue sword spirit.

　　 Meng Fan's sword-doing sky eyes opened, observing Zhang Youwei's swordsmanship.

　　 Under the eyes of the swordsman world, the flaws and shortcomings of Zhang Youwei's sword technique can be seen in detail.

　　 Meng Fan has practiced the Qinglian Sword Art, and he has a certain understanding of the Qinglian Sword Classic.

　　 Although Zhang Youwei has just started, she has a good sword practice, and she can't pick out the problem simply from the sword.

　　 But Qinglian swordsmanship emphasizes endless life, and it progresses step by step.

　　 The continuity of Zhang Youwei's sword moves is not enough, the sword energy cannot be superimposed, and he has not mastered the essence.

　　 "How is my swordsmanship?" Zhang Youwei finished practicing again, and looked at Meng Fan expectantly, waiting for him to praise her.

　　In Qinglian Peak, she is the fastest master of Qinglian swordsmanship. Everyone praises her for her talent, and she doesn't feel the problem.

　　 Meng Fan didn't look at her, but said faintly, "You practice it again."

　　 Looking at Meng Fan's serious face, Zhang Youwei did not dare to speak, pouting her mouth, and continued to practice the sword.

　　 This time, Meng Fan made a move. When Zhang Youwei's sword moves were switched, he used Qi to control her person and sword to help her coherently.

　　 Zhang Youwei was taken aback, feeling like someone was teaching her hand in hand.

　　 "Don't stop, go on!"

　　 "Take a closer look!"

　　 Meng Fan's low voice reminded.

　　 Zhang Youwei continued to practice the sword, and Meng Fan made successive shots again, helping her perform the Qinglian swordsmanship perfectly.

　　 "咻!"

　　 The sword move continued to the end~www.ltnovel.com~ The long-charged sword energy was cut out, and a small cyan sword energy cut through the air.

　　 Sword Qi slashed out 100 meters, still leaving a sword mark on the distant steps.

　　 This sword spirit already has a hint of green lotus sword intent!

　　 "This...Is this the sword energy I used?" Zhang Youwei looked at the sword in her hand incredulously.

　　 This is the real sword aura that Qinglian swordsmanship will slash out after the completion of the sword. At Qinglian Peak, only the seniors and sisters who have reached the sword mood can play such fierce Qinglian sword aura.

　　 And she is only in the Triple Realm of Sword Qi!

　　 Sword Qi Realm, it was able to do so.

　　 This is more than ten times more powerful than the first time she had practiced.

　　 The gap is too obvious.

　　 "Thank you brother!"

　　 Zhang Youwei feels that she has gained a lot. According to the few points Meng Fan directed just now, she can do it as long as she makes up for it.

　　 is very detailed, but the masters who specialize in cultivating the Qinglian sword can't see it.

　　 "Practice well, since God has given you such a great talent, don't let it down."

　　Meng Fan himself also came through hard training. Although he had the talent of lucid swordsmanship at the beginning, it was very difficult to practice one-armed swordsmanship. It took a long period of hard training to adapt his body to the sword.

"Okay, let's stop here today. The saint is coming out. I will guide you when I have time. Don't come to the Sword Tomb when you are fine. It is desolate and there is nothing fun." Meng Fan sensed that the saint was from the first Come out on the seventh floor and say to Zhang Youwei.

　　 "Brother, why are you hiding your strength!"

　　 "You don't understand, this will save a lot of trouble, remember, don't expose it."

　　 "I see, then I also hide my cultivation."