The three people were in a daze, and they were still in a daze until the winner of the golden elixir battle in front of them was decided.
Even though Yu Nanbao was brave and good at fighting, facing an opponent of the same level, his weak magic power finally became a constraint. After fighting for more than half an hour, he was unwilling to lose.
Yu Nanqi tasted the bitterness of defeat for the first time in his life, and Sikong Shi won the battle unscathed.
"Sword cultivator, nothing more, hahaha..."
All the Chunyang disciples at the scene were ashen-faced, they dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.
Yu Nanqi, who has always been invincible at the same level, has been defeated, and the dignity of Chunyang Sword Sect is being ruthlessly trampled by Master Sikong!
"According to the agreement, I will take your sword from the noble clan. What are you guys doing in a daze? Hurry up and send me my trophies, hahahaha..."
Master Sikong laughed wildly.
On Wuxiao Mountain, a sword light actually flew and stopped in front of Master Sikong.
Master Sikong grabbed the sword, glanced at it, and then gave it to a female companion next to him with a smile.
"Chun Yang Sword Sect, you must do what you say, I admire you."
Master Sikong said angrily, glanced around, then snorted coldly, took his two female companions into the air, and disappeared into the distance.
Yu Nanbi stared at Master Sikong's leaving figure, with cold stars like swords in his eyes, unwillingness and anger brewing in his chest.
"Sooner or later...sooner or later...you will avenge today's humiliation!"
The show is over and people are gone.
Ling Xiao still stood there, his understanding of the sword cultivator deepening in his heart.
Although this group of people generally have some psychological problems, they are still very gentlemanly. If it were another sect, Master Sikong would have been attacked by a group of people and chopped to death with random swords if he had insulted the law and made trouble like this.
The sword is the weapon of a gentleman, and it seems that this is not unfounded.
"Master Sikong seemed to be looking for you before he left. But don't worry, I hid you and he didn't find you." The middle-aged alchemist said with a smile, his tone slightly claiming credit.
"Thank you, senior." Ling Xiao could only say this.
"Your tone is insincere. Don't you thank me? Aren't you afraid that Master Sikong will cause trouble for you?"
"Afraid, I was so scared that I almost peed."
Ling Xiao said perfunctorily, then quickly stepped forward and grabbed a dejected Chunyang disciple.
"I want to see Dong Qingran. Go to me immediately, immediately, and now with the token, or I'll beat you to death!" Ling Xiao said viciously.
After being blocked again and again, his patience has reached its limit.
If this guy still dares to push back and forth, Ling Xiao will definitely give him a taste of what an angry iron fist is.
The unlucky man who was caught did not refuse. After receiving the token, he suddenly asked in surprise: "You...are you Ling Xiao?"
"you know me?"
"We know you. I met you in the Cloud Riding Competition thirty years ago."
As the disciple was talking, he suddenly got excited and quickly covered the storage bag at his waist, saying in shock: "Don't mess around. If you dare to rob me, my master will not let you go!"
Even after thirty years, Ling Xiao's reputation as a robber is still well-known.
Ling Xiao looked at him speechlessly, and after a while, he squeezed out a few words: "Don't grab it, go and send the message quickly."
"oh……"
The disciple didn't dare to say anything, broke away from Ling Xiao and ran away like flying.
After running through the mountain gate, he couldn't help but look back, glanced at Ling Xiao, and swallowed with fear.
Back then, Ling Xiao acted as a dark horse and won the top spot in the Chengyun Competition. He was already famous all over the world. However, in the past thirty years, this guy seemed to have disappeared from the world, and there was no news about him.
Many people speculate that this person may have died long ago.
But today, this person appeared alive and kicking again, which was really scary!
He has been dormant and silent for thirty years. What did he do?
Now that he is born again, what is he here for?
Also, he asked to see Elder Dong?
Please meet, the most beautiful woman in Chunyang Sword Sect today?
What's their relationship?
What is this jade slip?
Will Elder Dong meet him?
Can I see Elder Dong?
Does Elder Dong know who I am?
Should I introduce myself?
There were too many questions in this man's mind. With expectations and mixed feelings, he finally made it right and came to the cave where Dong Qingran was practicing in seclusion and respectfully sent the jade slip in.
…
Before entering this cave, Ling Xiao prepared many opening remarks.
However, when he really saw her sitting there, her autumn-like eyes as affectionate as before, her shyness as before, and her resentment as before, Ling Xiao's feet felt like they were nailed down and he could no longer move forward.
"What are you doing standing there?" Dong Qingran asked softly with a slight blush on his cheeks.
Her soft and waxy voice seemed to be filled with thirty years of longing, and became extremely heavy, so heavy that Ling Xiao could not lift her legs.
But he finally walked over and sat down in front of her.
Dong Qingran looked at him.
"You are darker than before."
Thirty years of exposure to wind and sun, and traveling on the sea, Ling Xiao's whole body has become a lot darker, especially when he sits opposite her, he looks as embarrassed as black coal.
"Black charcoal." She couldn't help laughing.
She slowly reached out her hand, caressed his steel-hard face, and whispered, "I miss you so much."
Ling Xiao felt the energy and blood rising in her body. Even though she didn't say a word, there was no need to say anything. He stretched out his hand and hugged her tightly.
"I miss you as well."
I miss you more than I thought before I came here.
Her delicate body trembled slightly, her eyes were red, and she seemed about to cry, so she quickly buried her head in his arms.
"You won't even send a letter...I...I don't believe you." She said softly.
Ling Xiao could only hold her tighter, so tight that she could clearly hear her firm heartbeat.
She finally broke her tears into laughter.
"Ling Xiao...Ling Xiao...Ling Xiao...Ling Xiao..."
She called, sound by sound, sentence by sentence, and thirty years of lingering lovesickness and deep affection turned into bone-crushing love in her voice.
Don't come to Sanyin Shujue, just a few inches away from the intestines, slowly dissolve it.
Ling Xiao saw the three words "Dong Qingran" again, imprinted on the silk cloth, imprinted on the sight of his eyes, and imprinted deep in his heart. He trembled with his hands, slowly untying it, slowly untying it.
"Dong Qingran, I'm back. I'm here."
…
After waking up from the dream, Ling Xiao suddenly remembered that Liu Yue and Xiao Gua were still waiting for him outside the cave, so he quickly asked Dong Qingran to open the cave and invite the two girls in.
"Is she the friend you want to meet?"
"Why did you two talk for so long?"
"Why is she blushing so much?"
"Why is the futon on the floor so messy?"
Liu Liu and Xiao Gua walked into the cave and stared at Dong Qingran, like looking at rare animals, with both curiosity and confusion.
The more the two asked, the more Dong Qingran lowered his head. His neck was as red as fire with shame, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
"Her name is Dong Qingran. Ran'er, this is Xiaogua and June..."
Ling Xiao was also very embarrassed, so he quickly changed the subject and introduced the identities of both parties.
