Yun Rong retracted his fingers and gently pulled Fang Geyu's clothes down to his waist, covering his shoulders.
She looked like she had a headache and pinched the center of her eyebrows, saying, "Is Yun Rong here?"
Fang Ge stood up and tied his belt, tilted his pretty head and said, "This is the Bronze Gate. Is she out of her mind? She actually chased her all the way here."
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she realized that the person who was scolding him with the words 'dirty in the head' was the same person.
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Looking at the cold corpses of all the divine servants, the atmosphere in the tribe was inevitably a little heavy.
On the open-air stone table, Yun Rong got a bowl of hot roasted venison from his ancestors.
Balian watched her chopsticks fly with mixed emotions, the venison in the bowl quickly disappeared. He couldn't help but think of the time when he delivered the little deer to her in Kongcang Mountain.
In just a few days, the little deer became fat and strong due to her care. It turned out there was a reason.
He thought, if he had not gone to pick up Luer as scheduled that day, the consequences would have been unimaginable...
The humans who were bound by the golden ring chains were also released one after another, and the attitude of the practitioners who surrounded Ying Xiu towards him also changed subtly.
Their fiery and respectful gazes could not help but slowly converge in the direction of the child playing with the Snow Washing Sword.
Although they have not seen Yun Rong's power with their own eyes, those who can fight in the black tide of corpses for a whole night and escape safely have won the respect and admiration of all of them.
And such a powerful fourth sword actually called that little kid as his ancestor?
Ying Xiu lowered his head and slapped the dust and mud between his legs heavily, as if he wanted to slap away the humiliation he had just suffered.
"When did Fourth Senior Sister come to Xianling City? Why didn't I receive any news?"
If Yun Rong had come a moment earlier, he wouldn't have to suffer that crime at all.
If he knew the news, he could ask to accompany him on the action. How could he fail whether it was capturing Yougui Lang in the deserted house or the Devil Weeping Bead.
He has only been away from Baituo Mountain for hundreds of years, so does he really think that he is not the young master of the Tianxi Sword Sect?
After finishing the last bite of roasted venison, Yun Rong placed his chopsticks flat behind the empty bowl and carefully wiped the meat juice on his lips with a soft handkerchief?
She looked sideways at Young Master Tianxi, who had a bloody face, waved her hands and said with a smile: "Young Master is serious. This time, Xianling City and his party, Yun Rong, is doing nothing but private matters. How dare you disturb Young Master."
Ying Xiu frowned and asked: "What is the private matter? Is it worth it for Fourth Senior Sister to go to such a dangerous situation alone?"
Yun Rong smiled and did not continue to answer his question. She lightly dusted her sleeves and looked at Bailian, with a hint of interest in her distant eyes: "I can meet you wherever I go, little... …Si Chen.”
Bailian said that she definitely wanted to call him the Little Corpse Demon just now.
Ying Xiu's complexion became increasingly ugly.
Although his fourth senior sister was a ruthless person who was hard to get close to.
If she is lazy, let alone her own young master, even the master of the Tianxi Sword can ignore it and never deal with it.
In the sect, other senior brothers and sisters are aware of her temperament and have long been used to it. The number of times Ying Xiu is ignored by her is not just once or twice.
He should have been used to it for a long time, but the outsider who stole his Zhongyou treasure had just made a big splash here. Even the fourth senior sister who ignored him took the initiative to talk to an outsider with a smile.
Ying Xiu saw it in his eyes and felt quite unhappy in his heart.
Balian glanced at the cinnabar sword mark on her earlobe, and said helplessly: "Now is not the time to fight."
"I know." Yun Rong pointed to the Xue Xue Sword that fell into Douding Suanmiao's hands and said, "Didn't my ancestor just take away my sword?"
That night, the evil aura of the three thousand corpses and demons not only failed to wash away her sharp edge, but instead tempered her fighting spirit to the point where it became even more compelling.
If it weren't for his borrowed sword, Yun Rong probably wouldn't be able to chat and laugh here while eating barbecue.
Ying Xiu suppressed the feeling of unhappiness in his heart. Although he called her an ancestor in a very inappropriate way, he knew that Yun Rong would not make such a joke. He asked curiously: "Ancestor? Fourth Senior Sister, your parents are not ordinary people." Someone?"
Dou Ding Suan Miao Zai flicked the sword with his fingers, listening to the cold and increasingly cold sound of the sword with a look of enjoyment on his face, his eyes seemed to be filled with nostalgia and relief.
Then he glanced at Ying Xiu lightly: "I am the first generation sect leader of Tianxi Sword Sect, and so is Zhenbao Zhenren. You just called her Fourth Senior Sister, but I can't sense the existence of half the weight of the sword in your body. It's obvious that you are not One of the Thirteen Swordsmen, and based on your qualifications alone, I am afraid you are not even qualified to become an inner disciple of the Tianxi Sword Sect."
Master Shenbao frowned angrily: "You are not bad at it, but you are not good at practicing swordsmanship."
When he heard the words "Shen Bao Zhenren", Ying Xiu was shocked. He looked at the cute little Yu Xue in disbelief, and his whole body was shattered.
"Master...Master Baozu? It's you...how is that possible?!"
Yun Rong: "Is it true? If it weren't for the Patriarch, how could anyone else use the Snow-Cleaning Sword?"
Ying Xiu knelt down on the ground with a plop, and was so excited that he couldn't help himself: "Ying Xiu, the son of Bai Liyu, the eighth generation leader of the Tianxi Sword Sect, has seen Master Shenbao?!"
Who would have thought that the first generation leader of the Tianxi Sword Sect would still be alive!
Master Sanbo returned the sword after enjoying playing with it.
"Bai Liyu? I have seen this name on the sword soul stone. The sword stone predicts that the Thirteen Swords will rise and be glorious in his hands. He is a rare good sword embryo throughout the ages. Why..."
He glanced at Ying Xiu without any malice, but the suspicion in his tone still hurt him deeply: "Will I give birth to a son like you?"
Ying Xiu's face seemed to have been punched hard, and his breathing became a little heavy. He lowered his head and said in a solemn voice: "My mother is the empress of the Zhongyou Dynasty, Ying Ji, and I have ghost blood." , so in the way of swordsmanship, the road is blocked and long, which makes the ancestor disappointed."
The little Patriarch raised his eyebrows together, and his tone was instantly harsh: "You bastard! If your qualifications are insufficient, you can make up for it through hard work. In the ancient path, there is no shortage of encouraging people who are latecomers. , do you think I am disappointed because it is difficult for you to master the sword body?"
He waved his sleeves and said in disappointment: "It's really rotten wood that cannot be carved! Anyone who belongs to my Tianxi can be rotten, but his sword bones cannot be broken! Since you are the son of the majestic Tianxi Sword Sect, you should take the lead when facing powerful enemies. , I will do my duty! Do you know that when you knelt down without asking for protection, what did you kneel down?"
Ying Xiu's face turned pale for an instant, and his shoulders trembled slightly. Only then did he realize that he had done something irreversible.
Master Shenbao shook his head repeatedly and said: "I am unable to recognize my own cowardice and impose my disappointment on you on your mother's cause and effect. I don't think you can bear the sword body in this life. I'm afraid this is the art of Zhongyou. It will be difficult to become an elegant person in the future."
