At this moment, an extremely ordinary-looking teenager burst out of the crowd and easily resolved the moves of Gu Nan and the girl in the lake blue skirt. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The gray-robed young man who was sandwiched in the middle squinted and smiled extremely kindly, put down his arm, looked at the four parties and said, "Everyone is young and vigorous, but don't be so angry, immortal cultivators are the most taboo to go crazy." ”

There is nothing very outstanding about the boy's voice, this is an extremely ordinary teenager, almost no different from an ordinary teenager, but looking at him, it makes people feel very comfortable.

The slightly narrowed eyes showed a little cunning from time to time, and the ordinary person immediately became smart.

"Who are you?"

Intuitively, this teenager is not easy to mess with, the girl in the blue skirt didn't speak for a while, and then the girl in the light green skirt who ran over stared at the boy and asked.

"Well, under Fu Ling, two beauties, this is polite."

The gray-robed young man's squinted eyes turned, he looked at the two girls with a smile, and gave a decent salute after speaking.

Ben's condensed atmosphere was instantly softened by the boy.

The faces of the two girls softened slightly, but when their eyes touched the two people behind the young man again, cold air appeared around them.

Fu Ling raised her eyebrows, glanced sideways at the two people behind her, Gu Muyao had already run over at this time, and she hadn't wiped the bloodshot from the corner of her mouth, but she opened her arms and protected Gu Nan tightly behind her like a hen guard.

is obviously weaker than the child who was protected by her, but she stubbornly protected him and refused to back down.

Fu Ling turned her gaze to the two girls in front of her again, and asked with a smile: "I don't know where they provoked the two beauties, and they were so ruthless?" ”

He could see just now that the two men were clearly intending to kill the girl behind her.

"Hmph," the girl in the blue skirt snorted coldly, "Two weak mice, why can they be with us, and why can they get special treatment from the two hall masters?" ”

Fu Ling said with a smile: "We should believe in the vision of the hall masters, since we can let them treat each other differently, there must be something special about her." If you doubt her, don't you indirectly suspect the two hall masters? ”

The two girls turned white and shouted, "What nonsense are you talking about." ”

"Hawkers, the little girl's family, you have to be gentle, it's always so noisy, you can't find a Taoist partner in the future!"

"You ......"

"Shh," Fu Ling suddenly raised her index finger: "Be good, get people and forgive people." If this matter is known to the hall master, I am afraid that you will not be able to afford the end. ”

The two girls were irritated by Fu Ling's ambiguous tone and seemingly warning words, and their pretty faces turned red and white, and finally they could only grit their teeth and stomp their feet, and then ran away.

The onlookers saw that the protagonist had left, and naturally there was no drama to watch, so they also dispersed.

Fu Ling walked towards Gu Mu with a smile, and then stretched out his hand to him and said, "Now, under Fu Ling, make a friend." ”

Although he had introduced himself to the two girls earlier, he was sure that she knew his name, but out of respect and sincerity, he repeated his name anyway.

Ordinary facial features, ordinary appearance, everything seems too ordinary, but the pair of eyes that show sly eyes from time to time make people feel that the young man in front of him is as smart and warm as bathed in a layer of sunshine.

Gu Muyao gradually let down her defense, and then showed a smile to Fu Ling and said, "Okay, my name is Gu Muyao." ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and shook it.

However, Fu Ling's next action made her stunned, and the corners of her mouth seemed to be still contemplating the warmth of Fu Ling's fingertips.

Gu Nan's eyes flashed, and he pulled Gu Muyao back, staring at Fu Ling defensively.

"Heh, little brother, relax and relax, I'm just kind enough to help Mu Yao wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and sure enough, his thumb was smeared with blood red.

After Gu Muyao came back to her senses, she immediately thanked her, and Gu Nan didn't sneer at her anymore. The atmosphere between the three of them quickly became harmonious, and they left the area together.

"Fu Ling......"

A pair of cold eyes in the dark watched this scene, and a low murmur of gritted teeth drifted in the breeze.

There was a crunch on the wall she was holding onto, and cobweb-like cracks formed from under her palms.

I saw her exhale deeply, turn around and leave the place, a ripple on the corner of her crimson skirt.

It's not that a little farce that happened here didn't reach the ears of Yun Qianhua, Lan Shengjiu and others, but they didn't interfere in this matter.

If they intervene, it will probably be even more difficult to solve. Therefore, unless it is a matter of life and death, they will not easily meddle in the contradictions between ordinary disciples.

In the study of Lingyao Palace, Lan Shengjiu, who was practicing calligraphy, suddenly stopped the pen in his hand, his expression was slightly stunned, but it soon turned into a cynical smile, and his tone was indescribably ridiculous: "Yo, is this about to change the sky, Feng Zun will actually come to my Lingyao Palace." ”

No wonder Lan Shengjiu used such a fuss tone, it was really because in the past ten thousand years, Yun Tianhua has come to him only a handful of times, and he who has not been under Wufeng all year round, can he not be surprised that he will come to him today?

There was a fluctuation in the void, and a silver-white figure appeared in front of Lan Shengjiu, ignoring Lan Shengjiu's ridicule, and said to himself: "If I am not mistaken, Lingyao Sword Spirit should be condensed quickly." ”

The determined tone made Lan Shengjiu's face stiffen, and he suddenly remembered that he seemed to owe Yun Tinghua a promise.

When he was summoned back by the Sect Leader, although he was not questioned by Yun Qianhua's Xingshi, he directly asked for compensation, that is, a Lingyao Sword Spirit......

Thinking of this, Lan Shengjiu felt remorseful, why did he die so much to go to the great god of Pit Yun Tinghua!!

The smile on his lips was a little bitter, and he replied lightly and said listlessly: "Yes, I will definitely send it to you when the sword spirit is condensed, you will go slowly, don't send it!" ”

Yun Tianhua nodded, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he didn't linger, and left the Lingyao Hall by himself.

Looking at the study where he was left alone in an instant, Lan Shengjiu shook his head helplessly. Really...... The usual coldness!

There are no superfluous words, and he will say the purpose of his trip straight to the point, and he will not even say the most basic greetings...... Sure enough, it's his style!

After complaining in his heart, Lan Shengjiu came to His Royal Highness Lingyao, a huge and empty underground cave, with a giant sword suspended in mid-air, the sword body was transparent, exuding a soft light, illuminating this cave.

Since taking over the Lingyao Palace, he has guarded this sword for 10,000 years, and the sword spirit that only condenses once every 900 years is extremely rare.

The Lingyao Sword already has a spirit, and the sword spirit is a product of the transformation of the 'spirit', and it will naturally break away from the Lingyao Sword, and at that time, Lan Shengjiu only needs to come and collect it.

The sword spirit is extremely effective, not only to provide pure spiritual power cultivation for immortal cultivators, but also to forge divine weapons.

If it is applied to the former, it cannot be said that there are some tyrannical objects, after all, there are very few artifacts that can condense into sword spirits. And acting on the latter, there is a spirit at the beginning of the forging of the divine soldier, supplemented by painstaking refining, and he recognizes himself as the master.

Lan Shengjiu looked at the giant sword in front of him, thinking to himself that Yun Tianhua obviously lacked nothing, why did he ask him for a sword spirit. I had a faint thought in my heart, and finally I suppressed that thought.

The man's mind was unconcealed, as long as he spied a little, it was clear at a glance, but it was this kind of overly transparent mind that made him not dare to guess easily......

With a light sigh, when the closed eyes were reopened, they had lost the complexity that had lingered in them before, and they had returned to their cynical appearance!