Chapter 6 is sent, and the money is rolling!

"What are you talking about?" asked Chuan Ting with an innocent look on his little face, but he didn't know if he heard the pavilion master's whisper, but he didn't quite understand why he said that.

"My curiosity, what curiosity do I have?" muttered in his heart, unable to understand the meaning of this sentence.

It's very simple to look at it literally, but when placed in this environment, it feels like a cloud and mountain fog cover.

The Pavilion Master smiled kindly and didn't answer his question, tapping his jaw. Elder Cui walked into the room quickly, and in an instant, he took out a roll of animal skins.

"This is the sword spectrum that carries that powerful sword intent?" The people with a glowing green light like wolf eyes stared at the sword spectrum one by one, their eyes constantly moving with Elder Cui's footsteps.

"This is yours?" The pavilion master was not busy reading the content of the sword book first, smiled and asked Chuanting, and stared at the nervous second daughter next to him out of the corner of his eye.

"Old man, do you have a problem with your eyes?"

"Huh?!" asked unceremoniously, causing the pavilion master's smile to freeze on his face, and his heart was very depressed, "What kind of rhythm is this?"

Fortunately, the pavilion master's depression didn't last long, and asked Chuanting to give the answer in the next sentence, "Do you ask me or do you ask me these two senior uncles?" Or are you thinking that it's not good to snatch things from my little child, and you want my two senior uncles to take over the conversation, so that you can justify grabbing things, after all, they belong to the Sword Pavilion and are your disciples!"

Wen Chuanting squinted and observed the pavilion master's expression, except for a trace of imperceptible embarrassment flashing in his eyes, no other emotions were revealed.

"Xiaochuan, how can you talk to the pavilion master?!" Mo Weirui raised her eyebrows, looking angry, her fingers were twisted on Wen Chuanting's ears, her eyes kept blinking, and she secretly looked at the pavilion master's gaze so weakly, "The pavilion master is the helmsman of our Sword Pavilion, and he is an elder, can't you talk well?!"

"It hurts, it hurts!" asked Chuanting to scream loudly, his eyes lowered, and his eyelids secretly raised to indicate that he had received a signal, and when Mo Weirui was not paying attention, he turned to the pavilion master's gaze as if to say, "It's all your fault!"

Watching the performance of the two, the pavilion master's eyes swept to Mu Yirou, and seeing that she looked distressed at Wen Chuanting, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile, no longer paying attention to the small movements of the two, and his attention was shifted to the scroll in his hand.

The relaxed and casual expression gradually became solemn as time passed, and the expression was serious and terrifying. The unconscious magnetic field oppressed everyone, Mo Weirui and Mu Yirou quickly stood hand in hand, not daring to move, and staring at the pavilion master nervously with four eyes.

"Isn't it?!" asked Chuanting's eyes widened, and he looked surprised.

I saw that the pavilion master didn't raise his head, his arm was raised, his fingers moved lightly, and a subtle sword light burst out, rising in the wind, and it was only one meter away, turning into a rotating storm of sword qi, just encircling Wen Chuanting in the center.

"Small boat!" Two exclamations came from Mo Muer's mouth, Mu Yirou even drilled into the storm impulsively, fortunately, Mo Weirui was quick and pulled her back, the two of them looked at the pavilion master with disbelief and horror, and looked at the pavilion master with a pleading face, hoping that he would withdraw this sword qi and not punish Wen Chuanting's disrespect.

"Damn! The current world is coming!" At the moment when the pavilion master's sword qi was released, Wen Chuanting was suddenly shocked in his heart, and his small body didn't have time to react, and the sword qi quickly and supremely encircled him in the center.

"Please, Master, let the boat go, he's still a child. Mu Yirou choked up, pleaded in a low voice, didn't dare to take a step forward, and approached the pavilion master for half a minute.

It wasn't because Elder Cui was already standing in front of the pavilion master, but because the moment the pavilion master released the sword qi, a circle of transparent sword qi suddenly appeared around his body, rotating and circling, breaking the thread with the sword qi storm that enveloped Wen Chuanting, showing a reverse rotation posture.

Mo Weirui bit lightly, with sorrow in her eyes, seeing the wisps of sword qi staggered, covering the small figure, the sadness in her heart was like a dark cloud, the vertical and horizontal sword qi storm, even if she was cultivated, she didn't dare to take a step forward, let alone not bring Wen Chuanting who was in it, a picture flashed in a trance in front of her eyes: the pink carved jade Wen Chuanting was like a porcelain doll, torn to pieces in the sword qi storm, turned into a pool of flesh and blood, and flew away with the rotation of the sword qi storm, and finally there was no.

Thinking of grief, Mo Weirui couldn't help crying.

"It's a pity!" Situ Ye sighed inexplicably, his cloudy eyes slowly closed, and when they opened, they were clear, and he couldn't see any sadness.

"Hey!" Shangguan Mo Yan sighed, unspeakably sad, blinked his shy eyes, and shook his head, as if his body had suddenly aged a lot.

Shangguan and Situ couldn't see the scene in the sword qi storm clearly, not to mention Elder Cui and the others who were not as good as them in cultivation, or some people shook their heads, or some people directly ignored them, staring nervously at the center of another storm one by one, even if they couldn't see the situation in it, they were full of endless longing. I can't care about the two weak women who are crying and begging again.

With a look of pity and pity, Elder Cui shook his head helplessly, and his gaze swept towards the second daughter of Mo Mu, revealing a look of pity.

"Who let him just stand there!" Elder Cui crossed this thought helplessly in his heart, he didn't believe that the pavilion master would move the killing intent because of a few innocent words from a child, he couldn't commit it, it wasn't worth it, in his impression, the pavilion master was not such a stingy person, if he was stingy and narrow-minded, he would not achieve this position of the lord of the first pavilion, let alone attract some people to fight against the behemoths in the two sword pavilions of Shangguan and Situ.

Elder Cui preferred to believe that the pavilion master's sword aura was an unconscious act. It is precisely because of the unconscious that there will be a situation of indiscrimination, causing the sword qi in his hand to involve the uncultivated Wen Chuanting. He believed that even if he stood in that position, at that moment, he would also be subjected to the unconscious attack of the Pavilion Master, and the same would be true for someone else.

Everyone was looking at the pavilion master's sword qi storm expectantly, and their eyes showed different colors. Deep down, no one thought that this sword qi storm would cause harm to the pavilion master, this sword qi storm seemed to be powerful, but in fact, it only had the power of the full force of the Dao Monarch Realm, not to mention the pavilion master's cultivation was high, even this rotating sword qi storm was also emanating from the pavilion master's body.

Will your outstretched fingers cause harm to your body? No, no!

This is the basis of the judgment of the elders.

When the elders' attention was focused on the sword qi storm where the pavilion master was, when Mu Yirou was paralyzed on the ground and wept bitterly, Mo Weirui was resentful in her eyes and sad in her heart, no one noticed that in the sword qi storm where the pavilion master was located, there was an unexpected and inexplicable change.