Within the sky, under the blue sky. On the empty bluestone slab field, two black shadows kept flashing.

Han Qian didn't think that his hands were destined to be used to grasp mud. She will do what she wants with her own hands.

With each sword, she aimed at the target and stabbed it out as quickly and steadily as she could. She will remember that she actually did not have the original target point of the thorn. The other party dodged, and how did they dodge.

And indeed, many times, she didn't even hit the original target point. And Ji Mo's reaction was as if she knew that she couldn't even pierce the original target point. Always a flash of foresight.

Ji Mo originally thought that with his own cultivation, he would teach such low-level martial arts as Han Qian. It's definitely boring, and now it seems, it's not all there. At least, because the Momoki Sword was biased, he felt that the predictive and speculative dodge was quite interesting.

Han Asa has a feeling of being fooled with his IQ, and even doubted himself at one point. Could it really be my own delusion? His own swordsmanship is simply not fast enough.

Han Qian didn't pay attention, and while being dodged by Ji Mo, he flicked his fingers and flicked the peachwood sword to the ground. She frowned, came back to her senses, picked up the peachwood sword on the ground, and continued to stab Ji Mo quickly. The purpose is clear!

She secretly made up her mind. Today, as long as Ji Mo doesn't shout to stop, she will never shout to stop.

Ji Mo's left shoulder, right shoulder, left chest, right chest, left arm, right arm, have been regarded as his target countless times, and every time Han Qian stabbed Ji Mo, he held a strong hope and absolute enthusiasm.

Each sword is more attentive and focused than the previous one.

Even if it touches the placket of his clothes, it is just the placket of his clothes, and it is a little closer to the target. Han Asa told himself that this was the goal now.

The sun was in the middle, shining through the colorful clouds, shining on this empty field, the sweat between the cold and shallow hair ran down the cheeks, and the sweat on her hands made her slip a little.

She frowned, gritted her teeth, jumped up, held the sword in both hands, and slashed at Ji Mo with a sword.

Ji Mo easily deflected to the side, and his footsteps left immediately. I saw that the shallow peachwood sword fell fiercely on the place where he stepped on it just now.

Han Qian was the last blow, and with all her strength, she squatted on the ground, her hands still holding the hilt of the sword strongly, and the tip of the sword touched the ground. She was depressed and tired. The sun shone on her sweaty hands and face, reflecting a little light.

The goal set for herself is that Ji Mo doesn't shout to stop, she never stops. But she was really tired, her whole body was numb like a machine, and her mind was almost completely muddy.

The goal set for himself is that even if the peachwood sword touches Ji Mo's clothes, it will work. She didn't do it. I'm tired, let's go through these two goals tomorrow.

Where the sword fell, Ji Mo was surprised to find that there was actually a small crack... The tip of the sword in Han Qian's hand was still there.

He had some doubts that this crack must have been caused by the sword in Han Qian's hand. However, with Ji Mo's cultivation, his eyes were clear, and he could see that it was a new crack. It's really the crack she smashed, which is not the realm that ordinary girls can achieve with their strength.

This girl!!

It seems that she doesn't even know it herself. "Go back and rest, and continue tomorrow." Ji Mo said coldly.

Han Qian stood up with his sword propped up on the ground, and found that there was blood on the hilt of the sword, on his little finger, and on his ring finger and middle finger. In her eagerness to prove herself, she forgot that she had a wound on her little finger, and she held the sword for nearly two hours, and her hand was a little numb, and she didn't feel the pain.

Back in the house, she had just put down the peachwood sword, and the aftermath of the peachwood sword touching the table was still there, and there was a knock on the door.

Han Qian opened the door, and Hu Xuecheng smiled slightly, "Can I go in?" ”

Han Qian also smiled and nodded, then turned to open the window.

Hu Xuecheng followed in, and saw the peach wood sword on the table dyed bright red, which can be imagined that Han Qian's hard work, seriousness and strength.

She opened the window and walked over. Hu Xuecheng naturally took her hand.

didn't wait for himself to withdraw his hand, but heard Hu Xuecheng say distressedly, "You, you really will toss yourself." It's not a man, is it still glorious to fall a scar? Then, Hu Xuecheng pressed her to sit on a stool.

Han Qian withdrew his hand embarrassedly, "It's just a little injury..."

Hu Xuecheng heard Han Qian say this, and looked at Han Qian reproachfully, "Little injury? Do you know that even if you are scolded by someone, I am the first to disobey, and you still say that this is a minor injury? ”

He stretched out his hand and lightly pressed Han Qian's forehead, "You are really my destiny Heavenly Demon Star." After saying that, he stood up and said, "I'll go get you medicine."

Han Qian looked at his back as he walked out, and his heart was full of emotion.

Just as she was wandering out of the world, a person stood at the door, knocked lightly, and deliberately pulled her back from the other world.

"High Priest Luoyu?" Han Qian smiled and stood up.

Luo Yu looked at the owner of the house with a smile on his face, and felt that he was recognized and accepted, and then walked in from the door. The owner of the disciple's room, dressed in a black riding suit, is not heroic.

Han Qian took the peachwood sword on the table, poured a glass of water for Luo Yu, and sat down on the side, she welcomed the guest with a smile. This is the first person besides Hu Xuecheng to visit this disciple's room.

Luo Yu's green mountains are like daisies, and a pair of ink eyes are like autumn water, looking forward to lingering with affection. A tube of jade nose, like warm jade smoke. The plump pink lips like leeches have a beautiful line.

"You don't blame me for coming uninvited, do you?" Luo Yu asked.

Han Qian smiled, "It's crazy outside that I like beauties, no, beauties are here, I still have a reason to dislike them?" She laughed to herself.

Luo Yuxian smiled half-concealed on the back of her hand, so charming. The flowing gaze stopped on the cold face, "This, I have heard a little about it today. I'm not here to ask you about it, though. She suddenly became serious.

Han Qian looked at Luo Yu and nodded, "A few days ago, Senior Brother Zhang sent someone to Condor City to clear the case. Is it you, advocating, that night's thing? "She remembered that Zhang Junfeng said 'High Priest Luoyu sent a message...'

Luo Yu nodded and said, "That's true, I'm just warning you that someone wants to harm you." That night, I did search the city for a dried corpse. However, I can also tell that the dried corpse died that night, not during your descent from the mountain. So, I ordered someone to burn the body quietly and didn't report it. I'm not here to ask you for favors, but to tell you and make you cautious~"

Han Qian stood up and made a deep bow. "Thank you, High Priest, for your help. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to talk to you here and with you at this point. ”

Luo Yu hurriedly stood up and pressed Han Qian's hand. Her eyes focused, and she said in surprise and seriousness, "So, do you know who is trying to harm you?" ”

Han Qian looked at Luo Yu and nodded, "So, please ask the high priest to come to me less in the future, I'm afraid it will implicate you." ”

The high priest nodded abruptly, his eyes flickered, and inadvertently, he saw Hu Xuecheng walking towards here with a smiling face. Her face was extremely difficult to look at...