With a "ding-" sound, a sword glowing with light blue light stopped in front of Xijing, and resisted the old man's attack in time. At the same time, the sword body was raised, and the sword in the old man's hand was easily snatched away.

Xijing wanted to retreat to avoid the stabbing sword, but at this time he was helped by someone.

Before she could see who was coming, she heard the old man call.

"Senior brother!"

Judging from the old man's expression, this senior brother's cultivation should be much higher than him.

As one of the three sect masters of the Falling Moon Gate, there are few seniors who can be older than the old man.

Although Luoyue Mountain has been established for more than 500 years, 500 years is just a beginning for immortal cultivators, so the master of a sect is only in the Jindan stage, and it can only be regarded as a small sect among the immortal sects.

Among the Falling Moon Gate, one can be higher than the cultivation realm of the master of a sect, one is the head patriarch Guyun Zhenren, and the other is the eldest disciple of Guyun Zhenren, Qingyu.

The old man called him senior brother, and it must be the latter.

"Senior brother, how can you do it to a mortal?"

Xijing still didn't see his appearance, he had already walked in front of her and handed the sword back to the old man.

The long back stood in front of her, her hair was meticulously tied up, and it was fixed with a green jade hairpin, which was very simple and without any lines, and there was a sense of returning to the basics.

Although he was called a senior brother, his hair was full of frost, and he was obviously a young man.

The old man's attitude towards Qingyu was very respectful, one was the respect for the senior brother's seniority, but the awe for the out-of-body monks who were two realms higher than himself.

Xuanjun has been in the world for two hundred years, and to the gods of ten thousand years, it is just a moment of fingers. After all, he had an innate advantage, whether it was cultivation speed or realm breakthrough, he was far ahead of the cultivators within a thousand years.

"Uncle Master, don't you know, this person was possessed by an evil demon just now, and he also injured someone!" One of the disciples stepped forward to explain, and stepped aside to show him the blood on the ground.

Although the disciple whose arm had been cut off had stopped bleeding, his face was pale and he was helped to sit on the ground, his face full of tears.

A sword cultivator who has lost his hand, how can he still practice?

The other disciples on the side cried, "Uncle Master, it would be good if you came back sooner. ”

Qingyu frowned slightly and said, "It's okay." ”

After saying that, he raised his hand to cast a spell, and the arm held by the other disciples flew to the place where the broken arm was broken, only to see that the broken wound gradually healed, and it didn't take long to recover as before, and there was no scar left.

"Thank you, Master!"

After dealing with her disciple's injuries, Qingyu looked back at Xijing.

Xijing stood trembling in place at this time, overwhelmed and panicked, his eyes swept over everyone present, and his eyes revealed the pain of not being trusted.

He slowly raised his hand, his slender and white index finger pointed at the center of her eyebrows, and a wisp of aura sneaked in, and he didn't find anything unusual.

"There are no demons." Qing Yu looked at everyone as he spoke, he also knew that his junior brother, as the master of a sect, would not mess around, and it was against the rules of the door to do something with mortals.

All the disciples said that it must be some kind of profound demon, and all of them saw it with their own eyes.

"She just asked us for help!"

Qingyu gently held her wrist, her fingertips touching the pulse of her wrist, and there was indeed no disease.

To Xijing's surprise, his fingertips had a faint temperature, and there would be no such cold and dusty feeling.

She looked up at him, and it was a plain face.