"Han Xiaoyu, this seat will allow you to enter my Purple Qi Sect today, and from now on, you will be the inner disciple of my Purple Qi Sect!"

At this time, a sneer appeared at the corner of Sima Qingyun's mouth, who had not spoken, and then said lightly.

"Thank you, Immortal!!"

Han Xiaohuan didn't expect that all this would come so suddenly, since they failed outside the Qianyun Gate, she had broken off this thought.

But she didn't want it to happen as promised when she was most hopeless.

"Huh?"

Sima Qingyun looked at Han Xiaohuan and snorted with a smile.

Han Xiaohuan immediately understood, and changed his words to Elder Taishang.

"Xiaohuan, why are you here, what the hell is going on?"

Second Master Han looked at Han Xiaohuan with a happy face, and vaguely felt that things were a little weird.

"Grandpa, from today onwards, I will be the inner disciple of the first-class sect Purple Qi Sect!"

Han Xiaohuan proudly looked at the old man who had raised him since he was a child, but there was no warmth in his eyes, but with a kind of condescension.

"Since the old man is the closest relative of my disciple, everything in the past is no longer to blame!"

Sima Qingyun looked at Second Master Han and said lightly.

"Yes, but it's up to the Immortal Chief!"

Zhou Zhen didn't dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction, in the final analysis, he and Han Xiaoyu were all the way, and the blood and family relationship between relatives was insignificant to them.

The rope on Second Master Han's body was untied, and he looked at Han Xiaoyu who was standing aside at the moment with some surprise.

Although Second Master Han has no cultivation, his age determines that he can see some things more accurately than ordinary people.

Now Han Xiaohuan has become a little strange, and there is even a trace of contempt in the eyes that look at him.

"Tell me, what the hell happened?"

Second Master Han walked in front of Han Xiaoyu step by step, staring at the only bone and blood that he had treasured for more than ten years.

"Presumptuous, although you are my elder, how dare you be so rude in front of the sect immortal leader?"

Han Xiaoyu's face changed, she was afraid of making Sima Qingyun unhappy because of this, although she was already an inner disciple of the Purple Qi Sect, but she knew that if she wanted to beat her back to her original form, it was just Sima Qingyun's words.

"Bang Bang ......"

Han Erye was angry and directly gave Han Xiaoyu two slaps.

The people present, including Xiao Long, all looked coldly at what was happening in front of them.

Although Han Xiaoyu's identity has changed, as long as anyone with a discerning eye can see that she is just a tool used by these people.

"What a boldness, you dare to hit me?!"

Han Xiaoyu felt a hot pain on her face, and looked at this grandfather who used to depend on each other with a hideous face.

"Tell me, what the hell is going on!"

Second Master Han stared at Han Xiaoyu fearlessly, and suddenly at this moment, he felt that everything had become so strange.

"Han Xiaoyu has offended the sect, if the Immortal Chief wants her to die, she can't live!"

After all, Han Xiaohuan still had a trace of scruples in his heart, although he didn't make a move on Han Erye, but his eyes were full of indifference.

"What?!, you want...... I see!"

Han Zhuang was taken aback, and then suddenly understood, they brought themselves to this place just to use them to deal with Han Xiaoyu.

"You're going to make a move on Xiaoyu?!"

A trace of old tears oozed from Han Erye's eyes, and under the hatred, he raised his slap and fell on Han Xiaohuan's face again.

Thundered!

Unexpectedly, not only did it not hit Han Xiaohuan's body this time, but Han Erye was also knocked out by Han Xiaohuan with a palm, hitting a pillar in the main hall, spurting blood from his mouth.

"I am now a senior disciple of the sect. Don't be too presumptuous!"

Han Xiaohuan looked at the old man with a desolate expression and said coldly.

Not only did the people around them show a look of surprise, but even those sect elders who were cold by nature couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

There are still such ruthless people in the world, even their closest relatives are not spared.

"Hehe, Childe, Han Er is sorry for you!"

Second Master Han smiled miserably, then turned around and slammed his head into the stone pillar of the inner hall, his head shattered.

"Uncle Han, I'll call you Uncle Han again, as long as you can trick Xiaoyu out of the palace, I guarantee ......"

Han Xiaohuan walked up to Han Zhuang and tried to convince this man who was already extremely stubborn.

"Hehe, I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it!"

Han Zhuang sneered and looked at Han Xiaohuan, who was almost unrecognizable in front of him.

"What are you laughing at?!"

Han Xiaohuan was stimulated by Han Zhuang's eyes, and then the spirit sword in his hand moved, and it instantly rested on Han Zhuang's neck.

Han Zhuang glanced at the angry Han Xiaohuan coldly, and then closed his eyes.

Wanting him to harm Han Xiaoyu is really a big joke!

Han Xiaohuan, who was in his heart, was just about to make a move, but the spirit sword in his hand shattered without warning!

Sima Qingyun stood up, walked to Han Zhuang's side, and looked carefully at this man who exuded ordinariness all over his body, but gave himself a strange feeling.

"If you can get Han Xiaoyu out of the palace, I promise not to hurt her hair!"

What Ren Wuyang knew, how could he Sima Qingyun not know, in order to threaten Xiao Bieli was one thing, Han Xiaoyu's talent, even if it was their Purple Qi Sect, it was impossible to turn a blind eye.

"Really?"

Han Daxiong raised his head, facing this big guy who could be ranked among the sects, there was not the slightest fear in his eyes.

"I, Sima Qingyun, am even more ashamed to speak falsely to you as an ordinary man!"

Sima Qingyun shook his robe and said lightly.

However, Han Zhuang sneered, nine years ago, the cultivator who came to Shangyu Village with countless sword immortals also said this to him.

But nine years later, he never saw the gentle woman again.

"Okay, you take me to the Imperial City, and I'll convince Xiaoyu!"

Han Zhuang seemed to be a little moved by Sima Qingyun's opinion, and then said to Sima Qingyun in front of him.

Han Xiaohuan's heart moved, and he seemed to sense that something was wrong, but when he saw Sima Qingyun's attitude, he didn't say a word more.

"Okay, as long as that girl can really help us complete the plan, I will personally go to the master and ask him to take your daughter under the sect and become a personal disciple. ”

Sima Qingyun suppressed the joy in his heart, and then said in a soothing tone.

But when he said this, Han Xiaohuan's face on the side changed again and again.

She came here with great difficulty, wagging her tail like a dog and begging for mercy, and in the end she was just an inner disciple.

And Han Xiaoyu has repeatedly challenged the authority of the sect, but the results obtained are vastly different from her.

Han Xiaoyu's heart that was originally high at that moment has completely fallen to the mortal dust at this moment.

If Han Xiaoyu really agreed to Sima Qingyun's request because of Han Zhuang, then in her eyes, in fact, the gap between Han Xiaoyu and her has never changed.

This is precisely the most unacceptable thing about this woman.

In the academy, she is the old disciple of the pavilion, and Han Xiaoyu is the ancestor and the senior apprentice, and she is on an equal footing with the hall master.

At this moment, she entered the sect first, and she was also a first-class sect, the Purple Qi Sect, and she originally thought that the gap between them would change with her entering the sect.

But she didn't want to, Sima Qingyun's words completely knocked her into the abyss.

In charge of the sect, it is an existence that directly enters the cabinet of the sect, and it is very likely to win the Purple Qi Sect in the future.

And what she prayed for so hard was just an inner disciple who didn't even know who the master was.

The gap between the two has not only not narrowed, but it is especially better than when it was in Qingxia Academy.

Han Xiaoyu, who lowered her head, the expression on her face became more and more hideous.

What about becoming the inner gate of the Purple Qi Sect, and what about becoming Xiao Long's imperial concubine?

These identities that seem incredible to people in Shangyu Village are an indelible shame for Han Xiaohuan at this moment.

"In that case, then without further ado, let's go to the Qianyun Gate!"

Sima Qingyun waved his hand, and the group headed towards the palace.

It's just that none of them saw the dead aura in Han Zhuang's eyes when he left the other garden.

......

In a mansion not far from the Yue Shou Palace.

Tang Ming stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes swept over the koi swimming in the pond in front of him, and his thoughts were full of thoughts.

Since the Dragon and Phoenix Cemetery came here, he felt that what he had improved the most was not his state of mind cultivation, nor his gun skills, but a change in his mentality.

There is a new understanding of the world, especially the civilians who are struggling at the bottom.

Before that, although he wouldn't be as dismissive of civilians as other cultivators, after all, it was difficult for him to have the time and energy to think about these things that had nothing to do with cultivation.

Xiao Bieli's every move, he saw it in his eyes, to be honest, Tang Ming hates that guy very much now, but more importantly, it is a kind of respect for Xiao Bieli's desperation.

Put himself in his shoes, if he changed himself to Xiao Bieli's position, Tang Ming felt that he might not be able to do better than this seemingly cold-blooded guy.

"Feng Haobei, there is a problem with your knife technique!"

After coming back to his senses, Tang Ming looked at Feng Yubei who was standing behind him, and suddenly remembered what the machine spirit said at that time.

The three swords of drinking blood are put before the horse, so the power is far from reaching the level it should be, but what is going on, the machine spirit did not say, and Tang Ming has no way of knowing.

"I knew there was a bit of a blockage in the flow between the knives, but it was hard to see what the problem was. ”

Feng Haobei nodded, he was very familiar with the blood-drinking knife in his hand, and the problem Tang Ming said had always existed.

"Did you create this sword technique, or did you practice it?"

Frowning slightly, he always felt that the sword intent of the three swords of drinking blood was incomparably abundant, but it was as if the majestic aura was blocked by something.

"It's self-created, it's not self-created. ”

Feng Haobei thought about it and said a little ambiguously.

"The knife technique is self-created, but the knife intent flows from the blood-drinking knife, as for why there is that feeling of blockage, I can't say now!"

Feng Haobei presented all his secrets in front of Tang Ming, without the slightest intention of concealing them.

"The problem may lie in the blood-drinking knife in your hand, but this kind of thing, it is difficult for outsiders to help. ”

Tang Ming smiled faintly, since the knife technique was self-created, then according to the comprehension ability of the sealed library, sooner or later, this knot would be unraveled.

"Childe, everyone in the sect set out and headed towards the palace, and they also took Uncle Han with them!"

Just as the two were talking, Han Daxiong rushed into the inner courtyard and said hurriedly to Tang Ming.