The next day, Hehuan still arrived at the martial arts field without changing his face, but his face was a little pale.

Qin Bai followed by his side, he was distressed to death, but he couldn't do anything, Hehuan's temperament would not retreat, not to mention for the sake of a hundred miles of wind.

Hehuan's opponent is really difficult to deal with, and he is really not an idle person, he can actually know spells, and he should be a cultivator.

In terms of swordsmanship, that person couldn't take advantage of Hehuan, and that person was about to retreat, so he changed his strategy.

The mouth was chattering, I don't know what kind of spell it was, and the red flames rushed straight towards Hehuan.

Qin Bai's heart in the audience jumped to his throat, and he called out Hehuan's name in horror.

There was also an imperceptible crack on the face of the hundred miles of long wind, his eyes became more and more cold, and his footsteps moved slightly.

Hehuan quickly dodged the enemy's fire attack, although it was a fluke, but it did not burn.

Taking advantage of the gap between the opponent's re-chanting spells and urging spells, the Hehuan people joined their swords, spun their bodies, and stabbed at the enemy.

However, the other party summoned an enchantment, and although it was relatively weak, it still blocked Hehuan's attack.

Helplessly, Hehuan was forced to retreat, and the other party immediately recited a mantra, and the sky suddenly changed, and a loud thunder shocked all directions.

The eyes of the hundred miles of wind are finally no longer indifferent, that person actually wants to summon the heavenly thunder, how can a mortal Hehuan withstand it?

Hehuan is a demon, how could she not know that the other party is about to summon the heavenly thunder, but she must not use spells, and she would rather die.

The thunder rolled down, and the man led the thunder to the spell and struck it violently.

Baili Changfeng looked at the girl on the field, and secretly recited the trick in his mouth, and a fierce wind blew towards the charm, and in an instant, the thunder charm turned into ashes.

Seeing this, a confident smile appeared on the corner of Hehuan's mouth, and she attacked the other party with her sword, and under the shadow of the sword, her pale yellow body was like a fluttering butterfly.

Mortals who use spells to cultivate not enough must not be more than too many times, otherwise they will not be able to bear it and die of madness.

The man cursed, but he didn't have time to find out why it was ineffective, so he had to fight against the sword.

Although his swordsmanship is not as good as Hehuan, a man's talent and strength are always higher than a girl's, so Hehuan really suffers.

A few sword lights flew, both of them were hung with colors, Hehuan's arm was slashed again, the original wound was cracked again, and blood stained her clothes.

The patches of red stabbed Qin Bai's eyes and pierced the eyes of a hundred miles of wind.

Finally, Hehuan found an opportunity, and an adventurous sword move that ended up in ruins won by chance.

The reason why she won was because she was not afraid of death, and her opponent was afraid of death, so she took a risk and won.

On the martial arts field, Hehuan Su held a sword in her hand, the bleeding sword was stuck on the ground, she knelt heavily on the ground, and the blood dripped down her white hand to the ground.

All the hustle and bustle and bloody rain ended with the end of the written test, and I only heard someone on the high platform announce loudly: first place, Yuhehuan. Second place, Lin Xiao...

The three hall masters all chose their favorite apprentices, and naturally the most satisfying was Hehuan.

Just as they were fighting for passion, the faint voice of Baili Changfeng broke their excitement.

"Yuhehuan has entered my hundred-mile long wind gate, and from now on you will respect her as a senior sister. ”

Baili Changfeng slowly walked down the steps, holding a sword in his hand, step by step, like a lotus, towards Hehuan.

Hehuan raised his face, his eyes were still as clear as water, but his face was stained with blood, like a noble piece of jade stained with wind and dust.

The hundred miles of wind stopped in front of Hehuan, held the long sword in his hand, and handed it to Hehuan.

The voice is still as light as water: "From now on, you are my apprentice of a hundred miles of wind, this sword is given to you, I hope it can protect you for a lifetime." ”

"Thank you, Master! The apprentice will always be loyal to the Master, loyal to the Sword Saint Gate, if you are tired, you will be crushed and ashes!"

Hehuan was very happy in her heart, she finally became the apprentice of Baili Changfeng.

Glad but dizzy from blood loss, she staggered forward with her sword in her hand.

Baili Changfeng subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch her fallen body, and the nose was full of choking blood, mixed with a faint fragrance of acacia flowers.

Baili Changfeng frowned, and her slender hand hugged Hehuan's body, and she passed out like this, and her hand still didn't put down the sword.

That day, Hehuan slept for three days and three nights, so anxious that Qin Bai shed tears for several days, and Baili Changfeng looked at the big apprentice pacing around in the room, I don't know when he was so restless.

Later, Hehuan finally got better, and since then, he has pestered Baili Changfeng to teach her swordsmanship and spells, and Qin Bai has also changed his previous laziness and practiced together.

During that time, Baili Changfeng knew for the first time what happiness was, and Hehuan's body always exuded the agility and innocence of an innocent girl.

But at the same time, Baili Changfeng also felt a headache, and Qin Bai, who had always been unhurried, suddenly cultivated diligently, and he was really a little overwhelmed.

After a few months of hard work, Hehuan's girl's swordsmanship has been compared with him, although it is a little jerky, but it is very presentable.

And what made Baili Changfeng happy was that since he had Hehuan, Qin Bai's spell had actually made a breakthrough by leaps and bounds, which made him finally let go of the matter in his heart.

In the past few months, the demons have still been rampant, but they have never been able to shake the Sword Saint Gate, so they have to restrain a little.

However, in recent days, the demon power that has entered and exited the Sword Saint Gate has become more and more powerful, and they have gone straight to the Demon Cave.

On this night, the moonlight was hazy, and the bright moonlight hung high in the sky, and the wind rustled through the trees.

At this time, Baili Changfeng was discussing with the three major hall masters in the council hall about dealing with the demons who had frequently infested the Sword Saint Gate recently.

However, Shen Jinhua secretly took advantage of the moonlight to sneak into the room of the hundred miles of long wind.

Glancing around the neat room, she landed on the dark red round table, and she moved closer to the table and pulled out a packet of powdered medicine from her bosom.

Shen Jin opened the kettle and was about to pour some medicinal powder into it, perhaps because it was the first time she did something bad, but the sudden black cry outside frightened her hands, and the whole package of medicinal powder was sprinkled in.

"Ahh

But the sudden screaming outside gave her no time to re-drugged, because Hehuan came.

Hehuan habitual people arrived first before the sound arrived, and Baili Changfeng had already seen it, his little apprentice was lively and active, if she was asked to stop a little, I was afraid that she would be wronged.

"Master, Master, I've broken through the ninth layer!" Hehuan was very happy, the swordsmanship of the hundred miles of Changfeng was divided into ten stages, and in just a few months, Hehuan had already broken through the ninth layer.

Shen Jinhua's face was gloomy, but he had no choice but to jump out of the window on the right and hide in a corner.

Hehuan pushed open the wooden door and ran in, she was used to being so reckless and strong, although the hundred miles of wind also protested, but after all, he couldn't resist Hehuan's small mouth slightly deflated.

"Hey, isn't the master here?"

He Huan looked at the empty room, his eyes were slightly disappointed, and he also felt tired.

She sat on a round stool, holding her cheeks and smiling sweetly, and suddenly felt thirsty, poured down a cup of tea, and drank it up.