Yun Su stared at the red and swollen face for a long time, resisted the urge to laugh, and then blinked his clear eyes.

"Who are you?"

The abstract sect's face twisted for a moment, and then gritted his teeth, "Little junior brother, you won't be so stupid that you can't even recognize your most handsome and dashing fifth senior brother, right?" ”

Yun Su is quite innocent.

I'm sorry, even if she's not stupid.

She can't recognize your handsome and dashing appearance.

The handsome and beautiful face of the attack wind was stung by the wasp at this time, the eyes were swollen like two walnuts, the red lips were red and thick, as if holding two sausages, and the tongue was like a thin slice of meat sandwiched between the sausages.

It's just that so many senior brothers saw him, but they all pretended not to know, and they didn't dare to laugh at him.

Yun Su smiled.

Feng Feng frowned, and his walnut-like eyes suddenly collided together, causing him to hiss in pain.

"Haha......" Yun Su finally couldn't help laughing.

Raid Feng is a high-class disciple, holding the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, the gems inlaid on the scabbard are dazzling, and the tip of the sword pointed at the ten-year-old child who was laughing, and roared: "Little fool, don't laugh. Laugh again, sir, I'll kill you with a sword. ”

The young man's lips were swollen, his speech was muffled, and he was leaking air, and Yun Su laughed even harder.

"Zheng!" Feng Feng was annoyed and angry, and the long sword in his hand had just been unsheathed, when a strong wind pushed over, and pushed the sword he was holding back into the scabbard.

The disciples spoke in a respectful tone: "I've seen the master!" ”

A handsome man who looked to be in his forties, dressed in a light blue breezy robe, walked over slowly. It is Fu Qing, the head of Donghua Mountain.

Behind Fu Qing is a second senior brother who is dressed in white like snow and has a temperament like an immortal.

"Second Senior Brother." The attitude of the disciples towards the second senior brother was as respectful as that towards the master.

Yun Su stared at the snow shadow and gritted his teeth hatefully. Gripping the wooden sword in his hand, I really want to ......

Kill him!

Fu Qing glanced at the disciples, glanced at Yun Su, and saw that Yun Su was holding the wooden sword, lowering his head, still looking cowardly and ignorant before, and shook his head helplessly.

It's been five years, and he has always been a disciple, he shouldn't have agreed to take him in in the first place, and he also accepted him as a disciple.

The second senior brother stood beside Fu Qing, his eyes indifferent, as if nothing in the world had anything to do with him. That kind of indifferent temperament makes people feel alienated and thin.

Fu Qing glanced at all the disciples, and said slowly: "Next month is the annual new disciple promotion competition, I hope that all of you will work hard to cultivate, strive to achieve good results in the competition, do your best to improve your personal cultivation, and strive to be promoted to a superior disciple, so that you can learn the superior swordsmanship of your own sect." ”

The disciples below were excited, "I respect the teachings of the master." ”

Yun Su stood aside, holding a wooden sword and waving it casually. I don't know how high the second senior brother's swordsmanship is?

If it's too powerful, she can consider poisoning and assassination......

Wait a minute...... What's going on with this weird feeling?

Yun Su suddenly looked up.

Seeing that the second senior brother was looking at her, there was no trace of affection in the second senior brother's inky eyes, and he was still indifferent.

Obviously, there was no trace of affection for each other, but it made Yun Su's heart skip a beat, and a sense of danger couldn't help but gush out of his heart. Hurriedly followed the other disciples and pretended to wave their moves.

Feng Feng walked over, raised his sword and pointed at Yun Su, "Little junior brother, senior brother will accompany you to practice." ”

Yun Su blinked, "Fifth Senior Brother." ”

Feng Feng hissed lightly, felt that his face hurt so much, and gritted his teeth, "Little junior brother, senior brother guides you, are you still not happy or what?" ”

Yun Su hurriedly shook his head.

"Isn't that enough?"

Attacking the wind and lifting the sword, the sword flower was picked up, and it stabbed towards Yun Su's forehead.

Yun Su screamed, his body retreated again and again, and his face was full of horror.

Yun Su's feet softened, and his whole body leaned back, falling into a soft embrace.

The cold sword that stabbed at her was caught by a pair of slender jade-like fingers, and with a flick of the jade-like fingertips, the tip of the sword snapped and plunged into the marble next to it.

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