Me, sword fairy!

"That direction... seems to be the Wind Spirit Sect, right?" The monk squinted his eyes for a while, and said to himself: "The Wind Spirit Sect has made such a big movement these days, is it because of these people? ?"

Chapter 18 The Correct Posture of Pretending

The Wind Spirit Sect was not far from Tianxiao City, and in just over ten hours, everyone arrived at the Wind Spirit Sect.

Returning to her hometown, Tan Hongxiu looked a little excited. She clutched her sleeves so tightly that her joints turned white. There was a flickering flame in her eyes, as if she was about to burn this sect, and her lips were slightly pressed. , But it can be seen that she is restraining herself.

In addition, Su Wangyou clearly felt a murderous intent from her.

This killing intent is not as great as Qianyu's hatred before his death, nor is it as vicissitudes of life before Wuming's death.

—————— But the killing intent is still terrifying.

Although Su Wangyou made it clear that he didn't need it, but Su Changge was bored and checked the Feng Lingzong's information upright - the ghost knew how he checked it.

[Very boring plot, you won’t like it, it’s nothing more than the boring plot of the elder framing the saint of the sect for his grandson, using the accusation of murdering the same sect. In fact, the same sect who was “murdered” has already been The great elder was killed secretly. This guy was also miserable. I wanted to take this opportunity to get to the top, but I didn’t expect to be killed directly by the great elder. It’s a deadly proof, but it doesn’t matter. Anyway, you don’t need to follow this kind of sect. The door makes sense.] Yes, neither Su Wangyou, Su Changge, or even Jian Qisha or Wang Wanhe had any intention of reasoning with Feng Lingzong.

Doctrine is a very useful thing, but only when you are at the same level or stronger than the opponent, doctrine works. If you are a little weaker than the opponent, then your doctrine is also weak by three points, and now, let the misty Xianzong, the elder of the ancestral top sect, went to reason with an unknown small sect — to be honest, even if Su Wangyou was willing to talk to them, would they dare to talk to Su Wangyou?

This is where power and power are easily fascinating. I don’t know how many people are addicted to it, and finally turned into a pile of dead bones. More and more young geniuses indulge in the power brought to them by their ancestors, and they end up being mediocre.

The people of Zuguang realized this, so they made a change, from beginning to end.

The predecessors planted trees, the descendants did not have to enjoy the shade.

It is precisely because of this that the current Zuguang rarely has such incidents of'fighting small, coming old'. His identity is as high as Chu Yi, and there is only one old sword back guarding him, and he is still secretly guarding Chu If you don't face death, you can't come out. At the beginning, the chaotic desert group, even if Chu Yi faced several emperor realms, he didn't come out because Chu Yi hadn't faced death yet.

The sword soul of the ancient country like Chu Yi is still like this, let alone the children of ordinary aristocratic families, those warriors have told their descendants since they were young that if they were beaten, they had to fight back by themselves. There was no other way.

————But these are all the rules that the majors have.

They want to pass on their strength from generation to generation, but the small sect family does not have so many rules. They are different from the big sects in terms of ideas, mentality, talent, talent, and vision.

It is completely different. Except for a few broad-sighted and confident people, most people have this idea.

[I have worked hard for so long, isn't it just to let my son (grandson) live a good life?is it wrong?That's right.

They were right.

But the result is that the strong are always strong and the weak are always weak.

The great elder of the Wind Spirit Sect is such an example. As the only virtual realm in the Wind Spirit Sect in the past century, his cultivation level even surpassed that of the Sect Master of the Wind Spirit Sect. Naturally, he wanted to help his grandson. .

As a result, he succeeded naturally. He forced Tan Hongxiu to fall into the grass and let his grandson of the talented master state walk in the world of Wind Spirit Sect.

And this World Walk wanted to participate in the Baju Ceremony, but was refused admission because of being too weak...

Looking at the entire Zuguang, I’m afraid I can’t find a few such examples. A sect can’t even walk around the world to participate in the Baju Ceremony...

"Here." Tan Hongxiu took a deep breath, his tone a little heavy.

"The front...is the Wind Spirit School."

Zu Guang has a very strange place, that is, the number of people in the sect. Misty Xianzong, as the top sect of Zu Guang, has only more than four thousand people, but this small Fenglingzong actually has almost two. Thousand people...

As Su Wangyou was about to step forward, Wang Wanhe volunteered: "I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm the best at this kind of pre-manifestation of man!"

[Why this guy can pretend to be so fresh and refined...] Sword Seven Kills voice transmission said.

[In other words...Isn't it embarrassing that Elder Wang is good at...] The two looked at Wang Wanhe together.

I saw Wang Wanhe coughed two times pretending to be serious, and then the inner Qi slowly agitated, and finally turned into ripples and spread out in all directions.

Wang Wanhe spoke, and with the help of Inner Qi, her voice spread out and reached the ears of thousands of Feng Lingzong disciples.

"I am——————" Wang Wanhe had just said two words, and then he had another problem.

She laughed.

Laughing like a fool.

Jian Qi was quick to kill his eyes, and hurriedly cut off the connection between Wang Wanhe and those inner qi, otherwise the entire Wind Spirit Sect would hear this pig-like laugh.

The two looked at Wang Wanhe who suddenly laughed for some reason, and couldn't help but stare at each other.

"This guy--why always laughs?" Su Wangyou curled his lips and said, "Shameful guy."

Sword Seven Kills is also very impressed, "I really don't know how she came here in the last half of her life. If she laughed out loud at any large conference, I'm afraid..."

As he spoke, Jian Qisha's internal energy was agitated, and his voice was transmitted mightily.

"Some is the seven kills of the Misty Immortal Sect sword, come here today, there is nothing he asks for, just two words of justice."

After that, Jian Qisha stepped on his foot, and the mighty internal energy condensed into a great road under his feet. Jian Qisha walked up, he opened his mouth, and his internal energy mixed with the sword intent and spit out, shaking. The disciples and elders of Feng Lingzong were almost vomiting blood.

"Where is the master Feng Ling?!"

Su Wangyou looked at the energetic sword seven kills in the air, and then looked at Wang Wanhe, who was enviously watching the sword seven kills pretending to be forced after the laughter was over, and couldn't help sighing: "Learn to learn."

Chapter 19 comes to an end

"No, I have to find a way to cure the problems of the laughter field this time I go back!" Wang Wanhe said seriously: "I swear, if I laugh again in the future, I will——————"

"Wake up." Su Wangyou interrupted her carelessly, and used the quality triple, "Do you have the money to cure this? If I remember correctly, our Misty Xianzong does have a psychology class. The elder specializes in curing these problems, but firstly you are not a disciple, secondly, laughter is not included in the other party’s free treatment of symptoms. Thirdly, as an emperor, your mind is as hard as iron, and you don’t know how much effort it takes to cure you. Are you embarrassed not to pay?"

Wang Wanhe found a corner and squatted without saying a word, and fell into autism.

If poverty and non-compliance are a kind of disease, then there is no cure for me.

But on the side of Jian Qisha, after he finished shouting, the principal of Feng Lingzong quickly appeared in front of him.

He was a middle-aged man with a goatee, who looked sharp and capable.

"It turns out that it was the elder Sword who came here. If you missed it, I hope to forgive you." This middle-aged man has an official tone when he comes out.

"Nonsense... let's talk less." Jian Qisha whispered: "You should know what I am here for."

The goatee middle-aged man respectfully said: "Naturally I know it, but this Zhu Qisa - that is, the great elder is amazing. I can't wait to subdue him. I can only use the Zongmen Great Formation to trap him in the Zongmen. Back Mountain... As for the grandson of the Great Elder, his head is already here."

While talking, the goatee took out a box from the storage space.

Sword Seven Kills opened the box and glanced at it casually, then a sword gas directly destroyed the box.

Jian Qisha casually said: "Also, then take us there."

After all, Jian Qisha greeted Su Wangyou and the others, and the group headed towards the back mountain of the Zongmen.

————This is definitely not something worth imitating. If it is not for having absolute confidence in their own strength, no one would dare to enter the back mountains of other sects at will.