Wanjian Sect, Desolate Peak.
At this time, the scorching sun was high and the sky was clear.
Xie Zhao was sitting on the ground, looking at the sky, holding a piece of grass in his mouth.
I couldn't help but silently applaud.
Fate, this fateful Mary Sue literature. I didn’t expect that!
That day in the main hall, Yu Rongrong made a shocking statement, and then she stretched out her hand, revealing a white wrist, and a red thread was looming around their wrists.
A touch of red in the white, so inconspicuous. With a hint of luck.
Shocked everyone!!
shock!
Surprise, surprise!!!
It turned out to be the destined master and apprentice. Destined by fate, we are bound by a thin thread.
Xie Zhao handed over his hand. It was me who interrupted him. He said goodbye. We will never see you later.
What is the fate of master and disciple? It is said that every ten thousand years, the world of cultivation will encounter a major catastrophe, which can range from a serious loss of vitality to a serious situation in which the world will return to chaos and there will no longer be a world of cultivation.
Therefore, at this time, Heaven will bestow upon a person endless luck, blessings, and talents. In times of crisis, save everyone from fire and water.
In the future, she will definitely have good luck and her cultivation will advance rapidly.
And this person's master will definitely have a profound cultivation level and be the best in the world.
No matter how you look at it, Rong Hua fits this standard very well.
At such a young age, he ranks among the Four Great Sword Masters, and his Jinghong Sword Technique is unparalleled and unparalleled in the world.
The selection of apprentices ended with Rong Hua accepting Yu Rongrong as his apprentice.
In the main hall, there was a group of people singing and laughing, and the voices of admiration were endless.
The sun was shining brightly above his head, causing Xie Zhao's face to burn with pain.
Xie Zhao immediately jumped up and clapped his hands. Leave a dust on the ground.
"But what does this have to do with me?"
It doesn't matter that she is destined to be master and apprentice, the son of fate, and it has nothing to do with Xie Xiaozhao.
Xie Zhao straightened his sleeves and straightened his jade crown.
Turn around and leave.
Just now, her cheap master sent an order, calling her to go up to the peak.
...
The top of the sword peak.
Green mountains and green waters, surrounded by white clouds, give you a sense of the fairyland on earth.
Xie Zhao admired it while walking. Although she is Rong Hua's chief disciple, it has only been three years since she became Rong Hua's disciple.
When I first started, I happened to meet Rong Hua in retreat, and I didn’t teach her anything.
So she rarely went to Jianfeng, not for any reason, but because it was too cold here.
Even cultivators can't stand it. Maybe only people like Rong Hua who are colder than it can stay here for a long time.
Xie Zhao thought.
The next second,
There was a "wow" sound,
A ray of silver light that broke like a twinkling star went straight to Xie Zhao's door, as fast as lightning and as fast as the wind.
Xie Zhao stood there, motionless.
Speechless expression flashed across her face, and she quickly stretched out two fingers.
One clip, exactly the same.
The sword was forced to stop in place instantly, the blade twisted into a semi-arc shape, and it seemed that it would break as soon as she exerted force.
As the white mist dispersed, a human face appeared in front of him, and Xie Zhao was not careful.
The sword was broken.
Just listen to the sound of the sword "shaking", and countless cracks snake from the tip to the tail of the sword, breaking every inch.
The sound is very clear.
Yu Rongrong was stunned for a moment, her almond-shaped eyes slightly opened.
Then tears suddenly appeared in his round eyes, and the ends of his eyes were rouge-red, and he looked at Xie Zhao with an accusatory look on his face.
Xie Zhao: "..." Damn it, this smell is familiar.
as expected.
The next second,
"Who are you."
Xie Zhao was indifferent: "Who am I, you" fellow countryman.
"She is your senior sister." A cold voice fell, especially clear.
Xie Zhao choked and quickly stopped speaking.
Then a tall, slightly thin figure came up in response.
The person who came was wearing a snow-white gown, and his black hair was tied up with only a jade hairpin. His snow-like facial features were extremely cold, like an immortal from heaven.
Cool and noble.
This person is none other than Rong Hua.
Xie Zhao cupped his hands: "Master"
As soon as Yu Rongrong saw the person coming, she immediately burst into tears and smiled. She swept away her tears and ran away happily.
"Master"
He grabbed Rong Hua's sleeve and shouted sweetly.
Rong Hua's eyes fell on the delicate white hand tightly grasping the sleeve, and his expression softened slightly.
"No rules,"
When Yu Rongrong saw this, she stuck out her tongue and said with a nonchalant expression.
"Master, why do you talk like a staid old man and behave yourself every day? My ears can feel cocoons."
Rong Hua remained silent, but his expression softened visibly.
He looked at the little disciple who was holding on to his sleeve and not letting go, acting coquettishly and dependently on him. A warm current seemed to flow through my heart.
As both disciples, this was something he had never felt in Xie Zhao.
"Stop making trouble."
"Master is so stingy that he doesn't even want to let others touch his sleeves."
As he said this, he put his hands down very obediently.
Only then did Yu Rongrong remember that the opposite person had a pair of round, almond-shaped eyes.
"Are you Senior Sister Xie Zhao?"
The girl looked at Xie Zhao with curiosity in her eyes. As soon as she arrived at Sword Peak, she heard from the disciples around her that she had a genius senior sister.
Very powerful, one against a hundred. She is also the cannon fodder sister who provided her with sword bones and spiritual roots in the original work.
Xie Zhao glanced at it: "Yeah"
Yu Rongrong still wants to talk,
At this time,
Rong Hua suddenly spoke: "Let's go, there are important things today. The elders and elite disciples of each sect have gathered in Xiaowanzhong on the top of the mountain."
Hearing this, Xie Zhao was stunned.
The three of them walked side by side on the road, with Yu Rongrong doing most of the talking.
Xie Zhao looked calm and continued as if nothing had happened.
"I wonder why disciples from various sects gathered at Jianfeng? But what happened?"
He paused for a moment, then returned to normal. He looked at his eldest disciple, Xie Zhao, out of the corner of his eye.
"Something big happened."
"Oh, that's how it is!"
Xie Zhao answered casually, as if he really asked inadvertently.
My heart is calling like crazy,
【Tongzi,】
【......】
[Tongbao, baby, baby...]
Xie Zhao didn't answer the call, and the groundhog screamed in his heart.
At an important moment, the machine crashed, and there was no professional ethics left.
Soon, a delicate and small wooden house slowly appeared in front of the eyes in the clouds and mist.
It was freezing cold all around, and there was a thin layer of frost on the veins of the leaves.
The door was open, and a few noises could be heard in the distance, but they couldn't be heard clearly.
walk in,
"Seriously, is what you said true?"
"Of course it is true. I take every word of it seriously. This is what my disciples witnessed with their own eyes."
"It's really too arrogant. You think there is no one in my immortal sect!"
...
As soon as Xie Zhao and the other three stepped into the hall, their eyes from all directions fell on the same place involuntarily.
Xie Zhao and Rong Hua were very magnanimous, but Yu Rongrong was a little tiptoeing and ducked back slightly, as if she was not used to such a scene with glaring eyes.
Rong Hua tightened her sleeves, frowned slightly, and stretched out her hand to cover half of Yu Rongrong's body.
This move also blocked the view from all directions.
Tell everyone clearly: I cover this person.
Everyone touched their noses in recognition, but didn't keep looking.
The one who was thinking long-term turned his attention to Xie Zhao and lingered on the two women. The eyes are far-reaching.
Xie Zhao saw all this in his eyes, his eyes were calm and calm. Anyway, there is no emotion on his face.
No one likes wearing sunglasses. The king uses his strength to slap someone in the face.
There was disdain deep in her eyes, and there was a rebellious attitude hidden under her bright appearance.
Junior sister, the savior, she is looking forward to it very much.
I just don’t know who is better, her or the “Savior”.
His thoughts were wandering further and further, and Xie Zhao couldn't even think of any moves he would use to win.
At this time,
A gloomy gaze fell on Xie Zhao, as if it had turned into substance, like a cold snake wrapped tightly around his body, suffocating and lingering.
She couldn't help but shudder and followed her gaze.
At this sight, the two looked at each other, and Xie Zhao immediately changed his gaze. It seems like that glance just now was just a coincidence
Look at the stars, look at the moon, but don’t look at him.
Xie Zhao suddenly felt sad and his eyes were filled with tears.
Why did this evil god come back early?
