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Cabinet, the sword boy guarding the sword in the middle of the night is dozing, and the candle flame is flickering on the long platform where the broken sword is enshrined.

Quietly, a small marble rolled into the room, and then a puff of smoke rose under the sword boy's head little by little.

Immediately afterward, the sword boy leaned over and passed out.

After a while, a petite one slipped in, and some playfully stuck out his tongue at the broken sword.

"Grandpa Sword Spirit." Li Luoluo cautiously spoke: "Have you slept?" ”

The remnant sword did not move, as if it had no life.

Leaving Luoluo's heart, he moved closer again, then clasped his hands and closed his eyes: "Heaven and earth are yellow, the universe is desolate, Grandpa Sword Spirit come out quickly." ”

It's the same as worshipping gods, even if it's a sword spirit, it can't help but be embarrassed, and can't help but get out of the broken sword.

Liluoluo opened his eyes and saw the phantom of the sword spirit, and there was a glint of excitement in his eyes: "Grandpa the sword spirit!" ”

The sword spirit couldn't help but laugh and said, "What do you want to ask?" ”

This young pavilion master has been coming frequently recently, especially during the period when Hao Qiong is away.

Although the young pavilion master is the inheritor of the future inheritance of the Illusory Sword Pavilion, but at the moment, this little girl is still too young, and she has grown up in the cabinet since she was a child, and her mind and all aspects always lack a trace of maturity, which makes it difficult for people to have respect.

The same is true for the sword spirit, even if he knows that this is not a legitimate way to teach, but he can't be ruthless when he looks at the way he leaves.

Li Luoluo grinned, circled around the sword spirit, and his eyes were smart: "Where is my father going?" ”

Sword Spirit glanced at her, "No matter where your father goes, you can't leave the cabinet for half a step. ”

Li Luoluo was a little depressed, and puffed up his face: "Isn't it okay to go to the outer pavilion?" ”

The sword spirit frowned: "Good and dignified, what are you doing in the outer pavilion?" ”

Liluoluo kicked away the pebble in front of him, lowered his head and shook his body: "There is a friend there!" ”

The sword spirit was unmoved: "No." ”

Liluoluo sighed, and said, "That Sword Spirit Grandpa knows everything about things inside and outside the Phantom Sword Pavilion, right?" ”

The sword spirit was a little vigilant: "You want to trick me again?" ”

"Hey, hey!" Liluoluo whispered: "Recently, Wuma has to go out every night, is he in love?" If I debunk ......"

The corners of the sword spirit's mouth twitched, and he looked at her speechlessly: "There is a task left by the pavilion master in Wujian, you have this gossip mind, it is better to practice more sword practice." ”

He stomped his foot in a frustrated manner: "Practicing swords and practicing swords, people are practicing swords every day, and they have been practicing swords for more than ten years, and they all say that I am a genius who is seen once in a thousand years in the Phantom Sword Pavilion, and now I have encountered a bottleneck?" ”

The sword spirit suddenly had nothing to say, although he was naughty and couldn't cry, but in this kendo talent, he really crushed a group of true disciples.

Seeing that the sword spirit was a little moved, he struck while the iron was hot: "Grandpa Sword Spirit, ask you about someone?" ”

The sword spirit was a little surprised: "Huh? ”

Li Luoluo said, his eyes shining: "Do you know that the first freshman in the outer pavilion, Zhang Tian?" ”

Jian Ling's expression immediately became weird: "You little girl, how do you know this person?" ”

Li Luoluo blinked and said, "He's my friend!" ”

After that, the little girl was a little depressed, and said: "I have no friends in the cabinet, although my status is noble, and the true disciples are respectful to me, but I know that it is all fake, behind the scenes, they are either jealous, or they are treating me as a child, and no one is in awe of the young pavilion master is sincere, or they are in awe of the identity of the young pavilion master, not my departure." ”

After saying this, the sword spirit said was slightly moved, Li Luoluo was younger than the youngest true disciple, but she was innocent and romantic and had no ruthless heart, if it weren't for her birth being too high, it would be difficult to survive in the Phantom Sword Pavilion.

As he spoke, tears fell down: "Grandpa Sword Spirit, just let me go to the outer pavilion, Zhang Tian was punished to the cliff of Xishan, and I don't know if I am alive or not, I want to go and see." ”

The sword spirit suddenly had a headache, and could only reveal a trace of information: "I don't know what the situation is with Zhang Tian, but Wujian goes to the outer pavilion every night, you can go and ask him." ”

"Thank you, Grandpa Sword Spirit!" Liluoluo's eyes lit up, and he ran out with great joy.

The sword spirit looked at the back of the little girl, his eyes flickered, and when his sword spirit body wandered away, the only friend of the young pavilion master turned out to be the master of the next generation of sword spirits.

Is this a coincidence?

……

Wuma abides by the agreement every day, and runs to the west mountain of the outer pavilion at night.

There is also competition among the disciples of the True Tradition, and it is still very fierce, and there are many things that are openly and secretly competing for resources and power.

As for ordinary disciples, there are even more people who want to snatch the position of Wuma.

The number of True Transmission disciples is limited, and the competition is fierce.

The strange situation in Wujian naturally attracted the attention of many people, and gradually began to have gossip and slander.

The light situation is that it is rumored that Wujian has a relationship with some female disciples in the outer pavilion, which does not violate the rules of the pavilion, but the impact is not good, and the character is questioned.

The most important thing is that some people say that Wuma has a close connection with people outside the Phantom Sword Pavilion, and it is also related to the disappearance of the pavilion master.

No one dares to spread the latter, but there are also people who are deliberately setting off bombs.

However, Wuma himself didn't know anything about this, and he was now thinking wholeheartedly about how to fight with Zhang Tian at night.

That's right, after a few days, sword practice has risen to sword fighting.

Wujian suppressed the cultivation of Zhang Tiandou in the early stage of the Spirit Lord, and almost every time he was evenly matched, which simply made Wujian lose face.

On top of that, he also needs to come up with something different every day.

Because Zhang Tian is a person, he can steal school!

Secretly learning swordsmanship on the spot without a mental method, is this like a word?

Forget it once or twice, but Zhang Tian is like this every day, creating frightens Wujian every day.

At the same time, after a few days, the speed of Zhang Tian's swordsmanship improvement was even more terrifying, and the spirit lord was a little unable to suppress it in the early stage, and Wu Jian didn't want to use the spirit lord's mid-stage cultivation to fight with Zhang Tian.

Doesn't this mean that if the two of them cultivate the same, he can't beat Zhang Tian?

So he had to meditate hard every day, trying to toss something out.

Wu Jian felt that this was his top priority in the past sixteen years, and if he didn't get rid of Zhang Tian, he wouldn't be surnamed Wu!

In the early morning of this day, Wuma was once again stimulated by Zhang Tian to return to the cabinet, but as soon as he stepped into the house with his front foot, the door of his back foot automatically closed.

Uruma was still thinking, and at this moment he stared at the closed door in a daze.

Liluo waved his hand several times in front of his eyes but did not respond, and finally could only pat him on the shoulder.

Syllable!

The sharp pain came, and it scared a spirit.

Seeing that it was Liluoluo, Wuma hurriedly saluted: "I've seen the young pavilion master." ”

Liluoluo looked at him suspiciously: "What about Sichun?" ”

There was a question mark on Wuma's face: "Who is Sichun?" ”

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