Yan Xun took the roster and flipped through it. Sure enough, Shi Jiu was not there. She handed the roster to Yan Su. Yan Su flipped through it and already had an idea in his mind.
They looked at each other and understood each other's thoughts. Yan Su returned the roster to Wang You. After coming out with Yan Xun, Yan Xun suggested that he go back to Tianmu Sect first and talk about the rest after the sect competition was over. .
Yan Su didn't complain too much and expressed his understanding. After all, Yan Xun was currently in the foundation building stage, and he was the leader of the younger generation of the sect Dabi Tianmu Sect in the foundation building stage.
It must be impossible to be absent, and now, the mysteries are coming one after another. Yan Su also feels a little tired, as if she has fallen into a bottleneck. She can feel that her state of mind is also affected. In addition, the shopkeeper left something for her before he died. She only briefly went through that memory at that time. She felt that these things must be connected and she needed to think about it again.
After that, Yan Xun summoned the flying sword and stood up first. Yan Su hugged the white tiger and jumped up after him. After Yan Su stabilized his body, Yan Xun merged his middle and index fingers and pointed forward, and the sword broke. Gone in the air, with a blink of an eye, the sword was lifted hundreds of feet away from the ground with a breath, the wind whistled by, Xiangyun City was getting further and further away, the clothes were flying in the wind, it was so free and carefree.
Yan Su stood on the flying sword, lowered his head and looked down. The clouds and mountains were parallel to each other, stretching for thousands of miles. This was Tianmu Sect, surrounded by mountains, and cranes were chirping. From time to time, monks passed by with different magic weapons in their ears, and they rushed in unison. Yan Xun nodded to indicate that if he caught sight of Yan Su from the corner of his eye, he would greet him with a nod and a smile.
The place where Yan Xun flew to was the main peak. The main peak was already filled with people from various sects who came to participate in the competition, and they were registering.
Yan Xun's Feijian didn't even stop, skipped them, and headed straight for the White Jade Platform in the center of the main peak.
The white jade platform presented a huge circle with a diameter of sixty or seventy feet. When the flying sword stopped on it, Yan Xun jumped lightly and fell down. Yan Su followed suit and landed steadily.
Yan Xun raised her eyebrows slightly at Yan Su, her eyes showing appreciation.
Yan Su raised his chin when he saw it.
Yan Xun chuckled lightly, and then walked forward, wanting to lead her away. Yan Su shook his head and motioned to the white tiger in her arms.
Yan Xun didn't hesitate too much, nodded to show her understanding, turned around and motioned for Yan Su to follow her.
Yan Xun put away the flying sword that was more than ten feet above the ground, and the two of them got off the high white jade platform and walked straight up the stairs to the sect's main hall.
The solemn and heavy gate of the Immortal Family opened upon hearing the sound, and the rare and exotic animals flying above it looked like paintings and living creatures. The vast ancient sounds coming from the ears were mind-blowing for a long time, and it was difficult to regain consciousness. The clouds and mist Wandering around, the cranes crow, the immortals come through the air, bringing their own light, and the spiritual energy lingering around them attracts a group of cranes to surround them.
"Boom!"
A heavy bell ringing from nowhere brought Yan Su back from his thoughts. When he looked in front of him again, there was nothing about the immortal with his own splendor, surrounded by cranes, only Yan Xun's magnified beauty.
"Why are you so stunned?"
Yan Su paused and looked in front of her. There was still the simple and solemn gate, but it was not like the one she just saw.
Everything just happened was like a brief dream she had.
Yan Su did not explain what she had just seen. She only said that she was a little tired. Yan Xun knew that she had not slept well in the past two days, and it was because of those things. After reminding her to take a rest, Yan Xun took out a bottle of Qingxin Lu handed it to her.
Then she asked Yan Su to wait for her outside the door. She went in and explained what happened to her master, the head master, and then took Yan Su back to her cave.
Yan Su nodded, hugging Bai Hu and watching Yan Xun's figure enter the door, turned around, stood on the high platform, and looked at the crowd gathered not far away, the mixed spiritual energy, and something that made her feel uncomfortable. , perhaps due to the special spiritual roots in Yan Su's body, she is unusually sensitive to those evil things.
Even these high-level monks couldn't find those hidden objects, which made Yan Su suspicious. The high-level monks' spiritual consciousness was extraordinary, and they were also very capable of perceiving evil things.
These hidden things did not seem to be evil things, and she didn't know what they were. She just felt uncomfortable. As for whether they were malicious, she didn't know yet.
Yan Su felt upset at this moment and simply closed his eyes in annoyance.
Yan Su kept reciting the Qingxin Mantra silently to stabilize his troubled thoughts.
I don't know how long it took, but Yan Xun walked up to her and patted her shoulder gently before she came back to her senses. Yan Su calmed down his emotions very well and followed Yan Xun to her cave with a normal expression.
Standing on a snowy and deserted peak, Yan Su looked at Yan Xun suspiciously. Didn't he say he was going to the cave to rest? Why did you suddenly come to this empty peak?
The next second, another person flew down from the peak. She was wearing a red dress. Her beauty was flamboyant and extremely aggressive. As soon as she came, she waved her sleeves. Yan Su felt a lightness in his arms, and the white tiger in his arms stood towards her. Flying in the direction, the female cultivator blinked at Yan Su, and then laughed heartily.
Yan Su was even more puzzled as to why this was happening. He glanced at Yan Xun and suddenly found that at some point, Yan Xun had a long sword in his hand. When he saw the look in Yan Su's eyes, he raised his eyebrows and the next second, his body moved. , stabbed towards Yan Su with a sword at an extremely fast speed.
Yan Su's body reacted faster than his brain. When he felt the sudden stagnation of spiritual energy around him, his body reacted quickly. Yan Su's body dexterously turned backwards twice, pulling away from Yan Xun. In the distance, when Yan Xun's sword thrust out, Yan Su also drew out the dagger from his waist and blocked it in front of him.
"Zheng!"
The clang of the swords colliding sounded, and the shock on her arms made her arms numb.
"Draw out your sword! Strike me back!"
Yan Xun said coldly, her expression was extremely serious, and her eyes looking at Yan Su also had a hint of coldness.
She attacked a little faster, and Yan Su came to his senses, focusing on blocking her menacing attack.
"Change from passive to active, look for the right moment, and strike back at me!"
Yan Xun said this, but the movements of his hands showed no intention of letting go. The sword became more and more fierce and the force became heavier and heavier.
She did not use her cultivation to suppress Yan Su, but relied solely on the magic sword in her hand. Yan Su was unable to fight back and was retreating steadily.
"Sister is indeed a genius that is rare to see in a thousand years, but I am not a good person either!"
Yan Su resisted the menacing sword attack in front of her, her forehead gradually became covered with sweat, but her eyes were so bright. She smiled, and the sword in her hand turned away from resisting the sword attack. Instead, Yan Xun's sword was thrust towards her left shoulder.
Yan Xun didn't stop, even though the opposite person was Yan Su, her sister.
The sword stabbed Yan Su's shoulder straight, and Yan Su also got a chance to counterattack. The sword stabbed into her left shoulder. Yan Su, who was holding the sword in his right hand, quickly and accurately pointed the sword at Yan Xun before she could draw it. To her slender neck.
Yan Xun raised the corner of his mouth, bent his waist back quickly, and pulled out the sword. Yan Su's sword missed.
