Wait until Xie Feiran hugged Qinghui, who had already fallen asleep.

I can probably guess that in the Sword Sect, there are people arranged by those in the upper realm who want to take his place.

It's just that this is his experience arranged by the Heavenly Dao, and others can quietly intervene, but they must not directly target him.

And their purpose is nothing more than two.

One is to let him enter the demon, and naturally he can no longer hold the position of Immortal Venerable.

The other is to severely damage his divine soul, if his divine soul is severely damaged, his strength will also be greatly weakened.

At that time, no matter whether he enters the demon or not, his strength will not be able to reach the power that he must have as the highest immortal venerable in the upper realm.

Then you can easily drag him off this position.

The calculation is good.

Xie Feiran sighed faintly, and slowly controlled and hid the spiritual power he had recovered, in the eyes of others, he was still an ordinary outer disciple.

It's just that the other party thinks very well.

But one thing is overlooked.

If there is no Qinghui, even if his heart is dark because of all kinds of experiences, he still will not ask for anything, he will not waver, and he will be rigid if he has no desire.

And there is Qinghui......

This card that never plays cards according to the routine, and your brain circuit is not right with her at all, which is the biggest variable.

Who would have thought that such a magical realm would allow her to knock it back?

Xie Feiran smiled.

returned directly to the sect, handed over the Mengying grass in his hand, and got a brand that was qualified to participate in the sect's competition.

Straight back to their residence.

The small courtyard is still the same, but compared to the previous dilapidated appearance, it seems to have a little more indescribable vitality.

Everywhere is full of traces of the lives of the two.

At this moment, Xie Feiran, who has regained his memory, looks at it.

It's really a little subtle that can't be explained.

Just thinking about this, there was a sudden commotion outside.

Xie Feiran raised his eyebrows, his hand lightly pressed his eyebrows, and his low laugh was indescribable.

It's dangerous, it's like a mockery.

He also thought that at least until the much-anticipated sect competition, he would give him a fatal blow in front of everyone.

I didn't expect that the other party was so eager to do it.

But it's okay, he has already recovered his memory and strength, and the next so-called experience, even if he doesn't recover his memory and strength, he estimates that as long as Qinghui is there, it will not be any experience.

As the first person in the upper realm, he also had some sense of the Heavenly Dao, and naturally felt that the Heavenly Dao had relaxed the restrictions on him, as long as he was not deliberately suppressing the power, he could directly ascend to the throne.

It's just that before that, he also wants to see what kind of expression the other party will have if he knows that all the plans have failed.

"Where is the outer disciple Xie Feiran?"

Then a stern voice came.

It's good that things can be resolved sooner, but it's a little too noisy.

Xie Feiran's delicate brow furrowed slightly.

He still looks like a teenager, with a little cold breath, and his snow-white fingertips are lightly touched.

A barrier shrouded a slightly restless Qinghui because of the noise.

Seeing that Qinghui had settled down again, he narrowed his eyes with satisfaction, got up with Qinghui in his arms, and walked outside.

The eyes are dark and dark, staring at a dangerous color.

Let him see, who is disturbing him and his family spirit sword?