In the distance, there was a wolf howling and neighing, occasionally mixed with a few mournful cries of cloud-stepping horses.

Zhao Yanran, who was running quickly on the ice, immediately raised the corners of her lips slightly, and there was also a hint of happiness after successful revenge in her eyes.

Suddenly, the direction of the ground changed, and he ran up a nearby hill. Zhao Yanran looked in the direction she came, and saw that the cloud-stepping car was racing with countless swamp wolves at the moment, all the way to the east.

Giggling like a flower branch, Zhao Yanran then frowned again.

The wound in the chest and abdomen is even more painful at the moment, and the toxins in the body have not been suppressed.

Reaching out and wiping it on his neck, he saw that his hands were covered with blood. The small scar that should have been insignificant was disturbed by a strange force, and it couldn't stop the bleeding until now.

"Sure enough, it's the prototype of sword intent! At the age of thirteen, he can already be a sword psychic—"

Muttering in her mouth, Zhao Yanran closed her eyes and remembered the sword that seemed to come from the depths of hell. Up and down my body, I immediately felt a painful spasm.

is different from when he came before, in Zhao Yanran's eyes, the half-demon boy at this time is not only not interesting at all, but a little hateful.

She was still timid in the end, and before the coercion of that superb swordsmanship, she no longer had the confidence to guard that sect as her furnace Ding Yuanti.

In the soul, there is already a flaw. In this world, there are still people who she has no faith to overcome.

I rummaged through the bag I was carrying, and saw that there was not much medicine left.

Zhao Yanran sighed softly and was about to turn around and leave. The next moment, his heart moved again and he stopped. As soon as he pulled into the bag, he took out a mirror about a foot long and wide.

A piece of fourth-order beast crystal was directly inlaid on the back of the mirror. When the mirror was reached, a layer of blue aura flashed. Zhao Yan directly used the blood on her neck as ink and wrote on the mirror.

The handwriting is sloppy, a mess, and there is no girl's graceful beauty. On the contrary, it implies a sharp edge, containing a tyrannical atmosphere.

And if you write it, it's the same style.

"Hey, old witch, are you still short of people in your Taiyuan Sect? Do you want another apprentice?"

As soon as the handwriting was written, the blood turned into a little spiritual light and dissipated in all directions. Then after waiting for a while, the mirror reacted, and it was actually a few lines of words, appearing on the mirror.

At the top, there is a portrait of a woman with simple lines, beautiful and lovely, in the shape of anger.

"You crazy woman! If you dare to call me an old witch, I will definitely eat you!"

It only took a moment for the handwriting to disappear, and then another line of words appeared.

"Our Taiyuan Sect is short of people, don't you know it? But the apprentice of the descendant? You are so kind? You are qualified to be the descendant disciple of our Taiyuan Sect, you Seven Spirit Sect yourself don't want it, but you are so embarrassed, you want to give it to us? Could it be that the sun is coming out of the west today?

The picture of that beautiful woman is also a change, full of doubts.

Zhao Yanran 'cut' in her mouth, still using blood as ink, and began to write on the mirror.

"If this guy weren't for the fact that this guy is a man, and my Seven Spirit Sect only accepts women, old witch, do you think I'll tell you that I know?"

"It turned out to be a male—"

The expression of the beautiful woman's picture was obviously a little colder: "Let's talk about it, if our family is in a good mood, we will consider it." In short, you crazy mother-in-law, every time you come to me, nothing good happens. With your vision, the people you recommend are probably not much better. Our Taiyuan Sect's Taihao Yuan Spirit Sword is not something that anyone can learn!"

The corners of Zhao Yanran's lips twitched, and she resisted the idea of completely smashing the bronze mirror in her hand.

After a moment, he sneered softly, and his eyes shone with a sinister glow.

"Then what do you think of breaking the Lingyun Sect Ming Sword Platform, the person of the Xiao Luo Tian Sword Formation, the old witch?"

"Xiao Luo Tian Sword Formation, well, that's not bad, but it's just that Yunlu in the east is a little famous. Ten Holy Lands, Nineteen Spiritual Mansions. These sects based on the spiritual land, no matter which sect's descendant disciples, can be easily broken, but they are just disdainful. With such qualifications, you can barely enter my door—"

"What if this person is only thirteen years old, and has only taken three hundred and forty-three breaths in total?"

The mirror was silent for a while, but Zhao Yanran didn't seem to be enough, and continued to write: "What if this person, in just two hours, copied the twelve god tablet heavenly runes?"

This time, after waiting for a long time, the bronze mirror reacted again: "Could it be that you are joking?

"I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but it's Lingyun Longruo, who said it himself!"

"Don't believe it! If there really is such a person, the Lingyun Sect will most likely snatch the person back to the mountain. Where can we be allowed to interfere?"

"As a half-demon, with a body of two veins. It is said that there are other hidden dangers in the body, and it is impossible to break through the body wheel!"

The picture of the beautiful woman on the mirror immediately showed a look that was really like this. Even the words formed on the mirror seem to be a little proud.

Since it is a body with two veins, it is impossible to break through the body chakra. What's the use of worshipping our Taiyuan Sect?"

Zhao Yanran smiled coldly, and when the handwriting disappeared, she wrote again.

"Thirteen years old, sword psychic! As a martial artist, he peeks into the mystery of the sword. The disciple restrained his innate true qi and fought against this person, and the seventy-sixth sword was slashed by one of his swords, and the sword wound was difficult to heal. Since then, the fighting spirit has completely disappeared, and I feel that I have no hope of victory!"

The blood word, although it is still fierce and domineering. But somehow, it is mixed with an indescribable rhyme of loss and depression.

And the bronze mirror was silent again. But after that, there was no more writing, but a cold and solemn voice. Relying on the bronze mirror, it is transmitted from afar.

"Who is this person? Where is it now? At this moment, he is in the east of the clouds and lands? Thirteen-year-old kendo psychic? You, are you trying to trick me?"

Zhao Yanran didn't mean to continue writing, and directly put away the mirror. His feet froze again, and he slid down the hill.

Then he only heard a voice, and said angrily: "Crazy woman, do you say it or not? Believe it or not, our family will rush to the Seven Spirits Sect now and accuse you of the crime of disrespecting the elder?"

Zhao Yanran's face remained unchanged, and only her eyes showed a bit of ridicule.

"If you want to sue, if someone says it, you have to think about it, then wait for her to think about it. Anyway, we are in the Cangsheng Dao, and we need to find inheritance disciples, but you Taiyuan Sect is not the only one!"

The voice was immediately suffocated, and immediately turned to flattery, and the tone was flattering.

"Okay, Uncle Shi is wrong! In this way, it's okay for Uncle Shi to give you five more Fire Spirit Pills? Although you can't use this pill now, after a while, it can just impact the realm of restoring yang. Or the nameless sword of my sect can also be given to you-"

The corners of Zhao Yanran's lips were slightly raised, and the previous depression was swept away.

"Add another twenty Fetal Refining Pills and twenty Snow Soul Pills, otherwise don't talk about it!"

"Zhao Yanran, you're crazy!"

The voice rose a full octave, and the bronze mirror was in the bag, and it also vibrated violently. Zhao Yanran didn't pay attention to it, her body suddenly accelerated, and she slid into the distance.

Almost at the same time, in a pavilion tens of thousands of miles away. A woman in her twenties was also standing up, a little dazed.

And the mirror in front of her still shows the line of words drawn by Zhao Yanran before.

"Thirteen years old, sword psychic! As a martial artist, he peeks into the mystery of the sword. The disciple restrained his innate true qi and fought against this person, and the seventy-sixth sword was slashed by one of his swords, and the sword wound was difficult to heal. After that, the fighting spirit was completely gone, and I felt that I had no hope of victory-"

In the eyes of the beautiful woman, there is also a trace of different color flashing,

"In this world, is there really such a strange material? Could it be that God bless my Taiyuan Sect?"