The leaves fell, and a jade hand clamped the fallen leaves.

"Miss, it's time for us to go." Qing Lan's tone was much more formal, and her tone was full of respect.

Sang Er stood outside the mountain gate of the Sword Sect, and there was a sense of excitement.

She looked back at the Sword Sect, not only to miss this time, but also to remember Mu Fan firmly.

Sang'er stroked her hair, and seemed to be able to feel the temperature of Mu Fan's palm.

Mu Fan washed her hair that day, and she still remembered every word the two had said.

still remembers the agreement when the two first met, Mu Fan promised her Yan Qing's life.

I still remember that the two of them unified against Cao Qian, and they couldn't defeat it despite their best efforts. Fortunately, the old monk arrived in time, otherwise everyone would have died.

The thousand-year-old agreement above the clouds, the chaotic marriage of the aunt in the refugees, the hug and kiss when the Qinglou escaped, the desperate rescue in the mother river, and the quiet years when the Sword Sect tested......

Spring meets, autumn separates.

They were so caught off guard.

San'er turned her head and slowly stepped into a carriage.

The groom "drove", the horse neighed, and the carriage headed north.

The marks of the wheel press out are shallow, long, and extend far into the distance.

Sang'er is gone, Qinglan is gone.

After Mu Fan returned to the Sword Sect, he heard the news.

There is the regret of not being able to see each other, and there is also the joy of San'er getting out of danger.

Parting is always like this, like autumn leaves withering. We can only wait until next spring, when the trees sprout new shoots and everyone gathers again.

Lin Shuai can be a Marshal of Beihua for so many years, so naturally he will not be incompetent.

Mu Fan believed that he must have prepared the route to transfer Sang'er, if Lin Shuai couldn't do it, what could he do.

The competition will be held soon, and Mu Fan is not 100% sure of entering the top three.

He took the flying sword and walked to the martial arts arena in the back mountain, where he vented his emotions and improved his strength.

The cotton ball curled up on the outside of the martial arts arena, its smart eyes full of joy.

It has always disliked Sang'er, and in its opinion, no one who makes Xiaowan angry should live in this world.

If Xiao Wan and Ye Feng hadn't stopped it, it would definitely have been eaten together with Mu Fan.

Now that Ye Feng has left the Sword Sect, the cotton group still doesn't dare to do anything wrong.

It was a very terrifying person, and after staying with him for so long, it hadn't seen Ye Feng use all his strength.

The cotton ball could feel the killing intent in Ye Feng's heart, once it was released, millions of corpses would be ambushed, bleeding and drifting.

Mian Tuan knew that after Ye Feng left the Sword Sect, his mood had been relatively relaxed. The killing intent in Ye Feng's heart will definitely be released, and it will not be sprinkled on its body. It's very happy about that.

Mu Fan's swordsmanship was too unbearable, of course, compared to Ye Feng. The cotton ball couldn't stand it a little, and moved his body to crawl towards Mu Fan.

It had seen Ye Feng's sword, and it was in this martial arts arena, and at that time, the sword qi was wanton, and it didn't even have the courage to probe.

That is the real swordsmanship, just one sword, and the martial arts arena was split into ruins by Ye Feng. It was another sword, and the martial arts field was split back to its original state by Ye Feng.

The cotton ball has lived for hundreds of years, and in so many years, except for the rat boss, it has not seen any other creature reach this state.

The cotton ball rolls over and tries to stand up. It beckoned to Mu Fan and raised its head slightly to show provocation.

Mu Fan put away his sword and stood up, he saw the pile of round balls in front of him, and actually took the initiative to provoke him.

Mu Fan knew that Mian Tuan was not an ordinary pet, but a powerful spirit beast.

Therefore, Mu Fan did not despise it, he slowly adjusted his state, and after getting ready, he ran the sword technique, and the flying sword soared into the air.

The head of the cotton ball was slightly on one side, and Mu Fan's flying sword flew past its ears, failing to hurt a single hair of its hair.

The hair of the cotton ball was very soft, and the sharp sword qi blew its hair in all directions, but it just couldn't cut it.

"If you can cut off one of my hairs, you'll win." The cotton ball spit out and said in a milky voice.

Mu Fan heard Mian Tuan speak for the first time, and he was a little uncomfortable.

"So you can talk."

Mian Tuan nodded his plush head and said, "Of course, it's just that I don't usually like to talk." ”

"Why?"

"Because I don't like the sound, it sounds like a child." Mian Tuan put his hands on his waist, "Actually, I am older than Ye Feng, I am more than four hundred years old. ”

Mu Fan was silent, he thought that if he lived for four hundred years, he would still be the voice of a little doll, and he would not like to talk.

"You said, cut off one of your hairs, even if I win."

Mu Fan's mind turned, and the sword in his hand changed direction and shot at the cotton ball from the other side.

This time his flying sword began to spin, and it spun faster and faster. The flying sword is already sharp, and it is even sharper when it spins at high speed.

Ever since Mu Fan and Zhao Mu had a fight, he had been practicing how to control the spin of the flying sword.

If you fail, start all over again, keep summing up experience, and there will always be a time for success.

Mu Fan's understanding is still good, and after experiencing the number of failures he can't remember, he finally ushered in success.

The spinning flying sword gathered all the power to the tip of the sword, and the effect of the blade was greatly weakened. There are gains and losses, and the sacrifice of the blade in exchange for incomparably powerful penetration.

The flying sword shot into the forehead of the cotton ball, and the head of the cotton ball shook, as if it had been bitten by some small insect.

But with this slight movement, he dodged the extremely fast flying sword.

"Too slow, a little faster."

The cotton ball stretched lazily and dodged the flying sword shot by Mu Fan from behind.

Mu Fan continued to control the flying sword to pass through, and his speed became faster and faster.

From a distance, a cold light continued to shoot towards a black and white kitten. No matter how fast the cold light is, the little flower cat can always easily dodge it.

"Quick, faster......"

The sound of the cotton group's urging sounded in the martial arts arena from time to time, and Mu Fan's sword was getting faster and faster, but it was always a little worse.

The cotton ball deliberately left a gap, hanging Mu Fan's appetite. That is, he didn't let Mu Fan shoot himself, and he didn't let the flying sword differ too much from his own speed.

Mu Fan always wanted to catch up with that speed gap, but he unconsciously continued to increase the speed of the flying sword.

The silver sword qi was stirring in the martial arts arena, and Mu Fan's eyes were firmly fixed on the fat body of the cotton ball.

He himself didn't even notice that the speed of the flying sword was a quarter faster than before.

This is a speed increase that he can't even think of, the higher the realm, the slower the increase in the speed of the flying sword. In the late stage of cultivation, you need to use the sword domain to further increase your speed.

Mu Fan fell to the ground tired, and the flying sword lost the master's mind, lost support, and fell to the ground.

The speed increased by a third, and the cotton ball silently noted down this speed.

The hair on its body is intact, exudes a charming color, is shiny, and is very beautiful.

Xiao Wan, who had prepared the meal, found Mu Fan in the martial arts arena, she picked up Mu Fan on her back and whispered: "And said don't let me work so hard, you yourself are not like this." I don't know how to cherish myself at all, fool. ”