Someone next to him stood up and played a round, "Since Xie Feiran has also found the Spirit Sword, then there is no need to go to the Spirit Sect again, right?" What do you see, Sect Master? ”

"It's nature."

The Sword Sect Master paused, nodded and spoke, "Although it is not the Spirit Sword of the Sword Pavilion, as long as you get your own sword, you can stay in the Sword Sect to cultivate." ”

Several high-ranking members of the Sword Sect glanced at each other, obviously a little curious about the sudden appearance of Qing Hui, after all, this was a strange spirit sword that was not recognized by everyone, and it seemed to be quite powerful.

But in the end, Qinghui still kept his hand in the face of the unobstructed guy, and didn't really stab others, so that kind of extremely dangerous aura, everyone only felt it for a moment, and no one would think that it was the sword of the upper realm that broke the barrier and rushed down.

I just thought about a sword with a strange aura that was probably forged by an unknown swordsmith, and I didn't pay much attention to the others.

noticed that the attention of others was on Qinghui in his hand.

Xie Feiran instinctively felt a little uncomfortable, and finally raised his hand and took off the coat of his outer disciple.

And Qinghui flew back and forth for a long time, tossing for a long time, and finally failed to have fun, thinking about the only thing that was done, was to intimidate a little ghost Luo Bei who had no ability.

So he was depressed and unwilling to move.

There is no fight to fight, and the salted fish are constantly lying on the corpse.

Immediately afterwards, I felt myself being wrapped in a whole body.

Qinghui: ???

At this moment, Xie Feiran, who had wrapped Qinghui from the blade to the hilt of the sword with his coat and did not reveal it at all, said lightly, "If it's okay, the disciple will also leave first and tidy up the embarrassment on his body." ”

The cleaning technique can clean the dust on the body, but the clothes or something still have to go back to change, and an outer disciple like Xie Feiran does not have a fixed master, so naturally there will be no storage weapons.

And the inner disciple named Ye Heng was barely injured, so he made a small cut on his neck, more so frightened that he couldn't come back to his senses, and the other party provoked first, which had nothing to do with Xie Feiran.

He could only wave his hand and let everyone disperse, and then the Sword Sect Master looked at the little disciple who was still frightened by Qinghui, frowned, and motioned for the others to take him back to his residence.

Xie Feiran's body was a little out of strength, but his feet were not slow, and he soon returned to his cabin.

As soon as the door was locked, I felt the aura change around me.

Soft, glutinous, and a one-glance voice sounded in his ears with a little arrogance.

"Hey, your brain, were you knocked stupid by me?"

Qinghui thought all the way, obviously she had wrapped herself well before, and he had to pull her off.

Pull it down, just pull it down, but turn around and wrap it up again for Lord Spirit Sword.

What is this mentally retarded behavior?

After thinking about it for a long time, Qinghui came to the conclusion: It should be that she was stupid.

But if you knock it stupidly, will it affect the cultivation process?

Xie Feiran: !!

He turned his head suddenly, and saw a little girl wearing a moon-white blue gorgeous robe floating in the air, her black hair tied behind her head by a hairpin in the style of a spirit sword, and the unrestrained black hair flew behind her with the belt.

Her face was delicate and beautiful, she didn't look very old, her beautiful black eyes would occasionally cross the blue streamer, and her body was translucent so floating in the air, almost rubbing the tip of his nose against the tip of his nose when he turned his head sharply.