What's more, except for Duanmu Ming, who is his own person, and Situ Qianqian, who is unknown to me, the others are all enemies, and they are all enemies who want to cut her with a thousand knives.

In the past, there was a powerful backer such as Duanmu Ming, and they could only try their best to suppress the anger in their hearts, but if they met her now, their anger that had been pent up for several days was afraid that it would erupt immediately.

Jun Qianxi looked at the big characters suspended in the sky and sighed again.

After the scroll disappeared in mid-air, she had already lamented enough, and sat down cross-legged to gather her emotions.

Anyway, no matter who she is with, the other party will definitely come to her, so she might as well use this time to cultivate, maybe luck can make her realize something.

Of course, this is completely her whimsical, epiphany or something is hard to find, and comprehension needs to rely on the precipitation of time to happen.

As soon as she sat down cross-legged, the wind around her came to a standstill, and the place fell into complete silence.

In another place, a beautiful shadow galloped in the yellow sand, and the flowing white gauze was particularly eye-catching in the wind and sand.

Her thin lips tightened to the highest point, and she sensed the almost non-existent spiritual pressure, so who else could the weak spiritual pressure be besides Jun Qianxi?

An hour later, when she saw the person sitting cross-legged not far away, a light flashed in her eyes, and it was the same as she thought.

The spiritual pressure on her body was instantly released, and the wind and sand that had originally surrounded her swept even more powerfully, and the surrounding gravel was swept into the air by the wind and sand.

With a sword in her hand, she approached the person in front of her step by step.

This powerful spiritual pressure woke up the cultivators, and after Jun Qianxi noticed the arrival, his right hand quickly dodged away from the spot.

There was a loud "bang", and a huge hole appeared where she was sitting, and the yellow sand instantly rose to cover her figure.

She flicked her right hand, and the moment the cold light flashed, a long sword appeared in her hand, and her tiptoe was as fast as lightning towards the black shadow behind the wind and sand.

The sword was covered with her spiritual power, and the sharp sword light cut through the heavy sand and stone, and stabbed towards the opponent's chest.

"Rub!"

A burst of fire flickered, and she felt the numbness of her palm being shaken back in an instant, and then a powerful energy pierced through the sand and flew towards her.

Jun Qianxi reacted quickly and rolled to the side, flashing in the most concise and effective way.

At this time, the opponent's spiritual pressure slowly fell, and the sand and stones that were rolled up because of the strong spiritual pressure also fell to the ground.

Looking at the familiar face that couldn't be more familiar, the corners of Jun Qianxi's mouth twitched.

Unexpectedly, she actually got together with Mu Xueyan, but she had never confronted the other party head-on, and she didn't know how much ability the other party had.

The sword in her hand was as white as cold snow, and there was a faint silver thread on it.

After such a long time, looking at her carefully is still as thrilling as the first meeting.

The red mouth is delicate, the small face is inlaid with seductive eyes, the white gauze skirt is layered on the ground but not contaminated with the slightest smoke and dust, and her slender figure is even more graceful when three thousand green silks are scattered.

If that kind of beauty is placed in the world, it is not too much to fascinate three thousand strong men.