"Senior sister, I didn't expect that after a few days of not seeing you, you will practice qi, it's rare!" Ling Zijin's warm smile didn't seem so warm in Su Xiaolian's heart.

If you get along with him for a long time, you will definitely know what kind of person Ling Zijin is! Although Su Xiaolian only met him a few times, she could see some of the essence of this guy, which can be regarded as Su Xiaolian's special talent!

Ling Zijin smiled slightly, and seemed to be a little annoyed...... The eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if it was troublesome, but it didn't seem to be!

Mom, there's a drama spirit here to pull him away......

"Senior Brother Ling, what's bothering? Can you tell me about it, my sister will solve your problems for you......" Liu Qingqing hugged Ling Zijin's arm with both hands and rubbed it with her chest that was not fully developed!

"Alas! That junior sister, I'll just say it directly! Ling Zijin shook his head helplessly, tilted his head and looked at Liu Qingqing with disgust.

"Senior sister, you've rubbed me!"

“……”

“……”

There was silence......

Ling Zijin pointed to the white mark on his left shoulder, which looked particularly obvious because he was wearing a black robe today.

"Uh...... Hehe... What did the senior brother say? Senior sister, why don't I understand......" Liu Qingqing looked embarrassed, hurriedly let go of the hand in his arms, and stood aside and looked at Ling Zijin with a disgusted face.

Hahaha... Su Xiaolian knew that Ling Zijin was black after being cut! In the days when Lone Shadow Peak was sweeping the floor, she had heard a lot about Ling Zijin's deeds......

Lonely Shadow Peak Ling Zijin, is suave by nature, but not a woman, loves to drink a little wine to enjoy the scenery, likes to be free, hates trouble, is one of the best disciples in the inner door, either does not draw the sword in his hand, or must see blood, but at the age of fifty, he advanced to the Yuan Infant and comprehended the sword intent of the wind to completely master it...... He is one of the most powerful disciples in the last two hundred years.

Cultivation is the way to immortality, and it is said that the warriors of the Sun-Covering Realm have a lifespan of 5,000 years. So don't look at Ling Zijin in his twenties, he is actually an antique in his fifties. In fact, at the age of fifty, in this Xuanwu Continent, he can really only be regarded as a junior.

"Okay, use your heart to sense your own sword, you see my light voice, it was in this burial Cambridge that I called me, I just got it! So good luck to you guys! Ling Zijin's lazy appearance made the elders of the inner gate scold when they saw it: "You can't teach your son!" "It's a pity that the Inner Gate Elder is not here now......

Su Xiaolian carefully sensed the voice calling for herself in the sea, and it didn't seem to be in this place!

"Swordsman, there is a spirit! It takes a fancy to you and will inevitably take the initiative to come to you, so you can go to the Cambridge to bury yourself freely, and you can only experience it once in your life! Ling Zijin easily kicked the nearest disciple into Cambridge, half lying on the ground, taking out a pot of wine from the wedge like a trick, and drinking it to himself, without paying any attention to the rules of the Qinglian Sword Sect.

The thirteenth rule of the Qinglian Sword Sect is that you are not allowed to drink alcohol on the Burial Cambridge, but Ling Zijin openly drinks in front of everyone, you must know that the most important thing for a new disciple like this to enter the sect is to memorize the rules of the sect.

Ling Zijin: Rules? What is that, haven't heard of it...... Propriety? Aren't rules meant to be broken? Also, you talk about the rules in front of my sword cultivator? I'm sorry we sword cultivation talk about sword ......

"Where are you? I'm coming to you......" Su Xiaolian carefully felt the voice in her heart, and gently called for its existence......

"Little Doll...... The old man is here, come and ......."

"I'm ...... here"

“……”

A blue light flashed on Su Xiaolian's body, and the particularity of the Ice Spirit Root was revealed...... Frost formed on the ground near Su Xiaolian, and the cold air was aggressive...... Many disciples are not good at cultivation, and they have no choice but to stay away from her......

Ling Zijin narrowed his eyes, as if he had seen something interesting...... Forming an enchantment around him, still leisurely drinking his own wine......

"The old man can't wait......"

Su Xiaolian was slightly stunned, and the voice in her sea of consciousness disappeared...... Is it true that you are not connected to them? Thinking of this, I feel depressed! It seems that he has to go to Sword Mountain......

Ling Zijin still had that leisurely appearance, but his eyes slowly opened, and he found something interesting, something seemed to be coming in the distance! Take your own soft voice from your waist and insert it in front of you. Since I've brought them here, I'm going to bring them back safely and unharmed! is intact, which is equivalent to six minus one equals zero.

"Interesting!" Ling Zijin smiled evilly, and his light tone was out of the sheath, its light tone was not only out of the sheath and stained with blood when facing the enemy, but it was the same now......

Gently slashing across the palm of his hand, a touch of blush flowed down the sword body, the blood-stained light sound was extremely excited, the sword body exuded a faint coercion, and many disciples with lower cultivation were pale and crumbling.

Ling Zijin shook his head helplessly, the cultivation of these disciples was not high, and they couldn't even withstand the pressure of their own swords, not to mention that they would have to bear the pressure of their own Yuanying cultivation...... Even if it's just a little doll who has just entered the primordial baby, it's not something they can resist!

"It's coming!"

Ling Zijin adjusted his breathing, and the light sound in his hand was thrown out instantly, without dragging the mud and water at all. A sword slashed the flying thing, and the light sound of the right hand whispered softly, and every time the sword was softly sounded, it had to be chirped, so Ling Zijin was given the title of Mourning Hong Gongzi in the Northern Realm......

"I'm sorry for you!"

Ling Zijin used Xuan Qi to shatter the frost on Qingyin's body, and the sword that was still trembling three meters away emitted a faint coercion...... Forcing the light voice to bow down to it......

The disciple closest to Ling Zijin had a bloodless face, although he had seen a lot of deaths, but this time was indeed the closest to death......

"Little girl, pick me up!"

Su Xiaolian stared blankly at the blue-blue sword, the sound of this sword was exactly the same as the voice in the sea just now, it turned out that it had not abandoned itself!

"It's a good sword! It's coming to find its owner, pick it up! ”

Liu Qingqing rubbed over on the side, she liked this sword very much, this sword was much better than the sword in her hand both in appearance and interior......

"I advise you not to pick it up, you're not its owner!"

"Huh...... Heh, what did the senior brother say...... She's just calling me! ”

"Oh?" Ling Zijin raised his eyebrows, put the light sound back into the sheath, and waved his right hand, signaling for her to ...... at will

“……”

"Come to the old man...... Alas, where did the smelly hands come from, get out of the way for me......"

A burst of strong man's sword pressure instantly stirred, shocking Liu Qingqing to vomit blood, and his face turned pale and fell to the side...... The disciple closest to him hurriedly helped her up!

"It's all said, it's not your sword, and it's no wonder ......that others are going to die if you want to die" Ling Zijin touched his hair, raised his eyebrows at Su Xiaolian, and motioned for her to pick up the sword!

Su Xiaolian didn't know how Ling Zijin knew, so she had no choice but to come out of the crowd and hold the hilt of the sword.

"Isn't that Su Xiaolian from Qingzhu Peak? How dare she ......"

"You can't even pick up Liu Qingqing, who has a single water spirit root, by her?"

"I heard that she is a four-spirit root, I don't know how she entered the Qinglian Sword Sect!"

"I guess it's the illegitimate daughter of an elder!"

“……”

Su Xiaolian's face was a little not good...... My qualifications are poor, but I'm working hard!

"Go your own way, the road is still long, don't be told by others to give up the sword in your heart!"

Ling Zijin's words entered Su Xiaolian's heart, why did his own Dao let others point fingers, and why did he let others hold the sword in his heart!

Su Xiaolian's eyes revealed a firm look, stretched out her delicate hand, held the hilt of the sword and pulled it out vigorously. A burst of sword pressure surged everywhere, and bursts of chill emanated from the sword, as if it was about to condense everything in the world......

"This sword—chill!"