In fact, the main purpose of Qinghui's observation is: Huh? There are so many people, and there are a lot of Luo Bei among them, which one should she fight first?

And at this moment, a boy wearing a moon-white robe and holding a cyan sword in his hand, who looked about the same age as Xie Feiran, looked down at the spirit sword in his hand, and already opened his mouth with some sarcasm.

"Originally, I thought that the other party was just a little less qualified, but I didn't expect that I couldn't even get a sword."

Next to him, it should be the junior sister of the same master, who is also holding a silver sword, raising her hand to cover her lips and smiling, "Senior brother is right, Ying'er has already told senior brother, no one can compare to senior brother in the qualifications of this generation of disciples, why should you care about people from such low-level places." ”

"Uncle Jiuyuan can't protect him now."

The young man heard the compliment of the girl next to him and snorted arrogantly.

And Xie Feiran lowered his eyes and didn't say a word, his little face seemed to be a little pale because he hung his head, and his face was covered with a layer of shadows, which looked a little gloomy.

He was not very old, a little slender, as if he had been mistreated, with a perverse aura, like a gloomy child who could not be coaxed, and his whole body was full of rejection of the people around him.

But even so, his appearance was still exquisite, and his jet-black hair was slightly scattered in embarrassment, falling on the coarse white robe, soft, very soft, looking like fine velvet.

It looks great in the soft sunlight.

This kind of place is originally respected by the strong, no one tells you anything about fairness and benevolence, you are already sure that you will fall into the bottom of the trough, and naturally no one will protect you.

Xie Feiran just turned around, intending to leave with the people who had come to send him to the Spirit Sect.

The people around him were about to disperse, but a silver-blue light fell from the sky.

That light caused the surrounding spirit swords to tremble.

The consul who had come to take Xie Feiran away was shocked by this force and took a few steps back.

Xie Feiran raised his eyes a little dazedly, and the child's delicate pale little face was a little stunned.

He watched as a silver-blue spirit sword slipped down in front of him.

Then I circled around him with a little curiosity, not knowing what I was thinking.

First, the flickering cold blade was facing him, Xie Feiran lowered his eyes slightly, and saw that the other party shook the sword body back and forth a little irritably, and then the sword body turned around, pointed at him with the hilt of the sword, and hit him straight at him.

Xie Feiran's eyes were dazzled by Qinghui's outrageous movements, and that strong sense of crisis came up in an instant, making him raise his hand to block it.

I only felt that the opponent's sword hilt hit his wrist instantly, and in that moment, the whole arm was numb and lost feeling.

But Xie Feiran still relied on his instinct to go back and forth with Qinghui several times.

Finally, he fell to the ground suddenly, and the delicate young man breathed heavily, beads of sweat on his forehead came out, and he looked at Qinghui in front of him vigilantly.

Qinghui was irritable and wanted to knock him on the head.

It's over, I didn't catch up with him when I was the first person in the upper realm to fight him, why is this little kid so weak now?? It's not happy at all, and it's even a little aggrieved.

Huge anger! I want to roll in anger.

The sect master of the Sword Sect subconsciously stood up and held his spirit sword in his hand with vigilance.

And the little boy over there boldly said again, "I just said that he is not suitable for sword cultivation, and even the sword that I don't know where it came from will bully him." ”

Ha??

Qing Hui, who was already irritable, paused slightly, and the sword body that shimmered with silver-blue light twisted slightly.