Song Qingyue was speechless for a moment, then raised his chin slightly, "So what."
Yan Yun shook his head and stopped talking. It was indeed not good.
Her sword is a first-grade and third-level sword uniformly issued by the sect. The sword body has been worn and mottled over the years.
Yan Yun's tiger's mouth also developed a thick layer of cocoon.
Song Qingyue didn't intend to teach her anything. She performed every move very quickly. Regardless of whether Yan Yun saw it clearly or not, she taught her. Whether Yan Yun learned it or not was her business.
Anyway, it would be none of her business if her senior brother asked about it.
"Do you see clearly?"
The sword was returned to its sheath, her black hair was flying, her eyes were like stars, shining brightly, a little wanton and a little proud.
"No."
Yan Yun is also honest. Only a ghost can see clearly so quickly.
"Sister, please hit me again, I can't see clearly."
She did it on purpose. In fact, the original owner had already mastered the movements of Wanhua Sword Technique, and he just needed someone to guide him.
Since Song Qing wanted to show off more and more, she would make it happen.
Song Qingyue did it a few more times, but the reply he got every time was unclear.
She was so angry that she threw the sword away and acted like a young lady, "You are so stupid, I can't teach you, you just learn it yourself!"
Yan Yun watched her casually throwing the famous sword Shuanghua on the ground, and couldn't help but sigh, having capital is different.
The Frost Flower Sword was the proud work of the master of weapon refinement. It was as powerful as Yu Feng, but he had been begging for it for several months.
"Senior Sister is right, Yan Yun is stupid and not worthy of your teachings."
Yan Yun took a step back, as if he was frightened by her, his eyelashes trembled and his voice was small and pitiful.
She wished Song Qingyue wouldn't teach her.
"Yan Yun will learn on his own. Senior brother, Yan Yun will never talk nonsense. It's all Yan Yun's problem. Senior sister, don't worry."
"Heh, if you say that, is it because this lady is bad?"
Song Qing took a step forward, stepped on Yan Yun's sword on the ground with his embroidered shoes covered with pearls, and then pressed hard with his toes.
"Click——"
Cracks appeared on the blade of the sword in an instant.
It seems like this is trampling Yan Yun under his feet.
Seeing the flash of distress in Yan Yun's eyes, Song Qingyue raised the corner of his mouth and said, "It's just a broken sword. Looking at the distressed look on your face, you really have never seen the world."
Everyone stopped and looked at them quietly.
In just half a day, Song Qingyue's unruly and domineering behavior was fully demonstrated.
"It's just a broken sword. Senior sister stepped on it and stepped on it. Anyway, I also want to change it."
Yan Yun also smiled, taking a step forward towards Song Qingyue, and inadvertently stepped on the Frost Flower Sword.
Someone in the originally peaceful sword field also let out a cry of surprise.
"I'm sorry, senior sister!"
She moved her feet away quickly, pretending to be surprised, and then smiled. No emotion could be seen on her dark face, "Senior Sister's sword is indeed a famous sword. It won't matter if you step on it like this."
Her eyes were always gentle and calm, looking at Song Qingyue like this.
Song Qingyue's pupils shrank and he quickly raised his eyebrows. Her calm look became a provocation in her eyes.
"How dare you step on my sword!"
She shouted softly, raised her hand, scarlet spiritual power wrapped around her fingertips and hit Yan Yun.
But Yan Yun was not knocked to the ground as everyone expected, and a pure white spiritual barrier blocked her.
The pure white spiritual power was mellow and swallowed it up in an instant.
It's Wen Qingyu.
When Song Qingyue stepped on her sword, the system reminded her that Wen Qingyu was coming.
"Why is Senior Sister's spiritual power such a color? You have fallen into the devil world. I'm afraid you may have been infected with something bad."
Yan Yun looked at Wen Qingyu gratefully, and she suddenly looked at Song Qingyue and asked in confusion.
She looked distressed as if she really didn't understand, and she seemed to say it on purpose.
"That's because I have collected the strange fire from the demon world. Even if I tell you, you don't understand. You are playing the piano to a cow!"
A hint of gloom flashed in Song Qingyue's eyes, and no matter how arrogant she was, she didn't dare to be vague.
In the world of cultivating immortals, any person, thing, or thing that is linked to the world of demons will be strangled by the immortal sect.
On the opposite side, Yan Yun just smiled. If he only absorbed the demonic fire, how could his spiritual power be so evil?
Song Qingyue turned around and looked at Wen Qingyu who was standing at the door. He was dressed in white like snow, and the cold moon was shining brightly, unstained by the world. His slender figure was a bit sickly, but he stood upright, like a snow lotus on a high mountain.
"Elder brother, she stepped on my sword first, and you helped her!"
Song Qing looked more coquettish and angry, running to him and complaining dissatisfiedly.
"Although I suffer from eye disease, I am not a careless person. Qingyue, don't go too far."
He didn't accept this trick, "I asked you to teach, not to play. If you don't want to, don't take it. Now that you have accepted the job, do it well for me."
Wen Qingyu's tone was serious and stern, with irresistible power.
Yan Yun couldn't help but give him a high look. It was really hard to believe that Yu Feng, who could teach a disciple like Wen Qingyu, could also teach a little witch like Song Qingyue.
At first she thought Song Qingyue was just a simple eldest lady with a bad temper. After all, she was good-looking and talented, so a little temper was normal.
But now she realized that Song Qingyue's thoughts were really crooked and his views were incorrect.
Song Qingyue was startled, as if she didn't expect Wen Qingyu to criticize her so harshly in front of so many people, her eyes turned red, "What about her? I have been alone in the devil world for so many years, you know I am How did you get here?"
"If I hadn't been lucky, I would have died there a long time ago. What about her? She took my position just because she looks so similar to me. What do you want me to think? Why does she?"
Song Qingyue choked up and pointed at the innocent Yan Yun to vent his dissatisfaction.
Her hair was slightly messy due to anger, and fell in front of her eyebrows, which were frowned. Her autumn eyes were full of tears, and her look of pear blossoms with rain immediately made other people in the sword field unbearable.
There were rustling discussions in the sword field, and unkind eyes fell on Yan Yun.
"Senior sister, have you ever asked how I am doing? How do you think I am doing well?"
Yan Yun's head was full of black lines. Hearing her words, he fell into deep thought and finally couldn't help interrupting.
At the same time, she felt an inexplicable pain in her heart, which made her even breathless. Why did everyone think she was doing well.
Who said she was doing well? Are you all blind?
