"Senior brother, tell me, who hurt you?"

Lu Caiwei's eyes were full of snow-like coldness, and under the angry emotion, her voice was extremely calm.

Calm to the unusual, calm to the point of killing the unexpected.

The cold and murderous sword intent emanated from the petite girl, but it instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Including leaves worry-free.

How could this girl have such a chilling killing intent?

White Cloud Sword Man Li Qingshan frowned even more at this moment, and stretched out his hand to lightly point in the air.

The killing intent on Lu Caiwei's body dissipated in an instant, along with the chilling sword qi.

With a cold snort from the Baiyun Sword Man, Lu Caiwei's whole talent was like waking up from a big dream, the killing intent in her eyes was no longer there, and her expression sobered up.

The Baiyun Sword Sect is a sword sect, and the entire sect is cultivating sword techniques.

Except for his master Bai Yunjian, Ye Wuwu estimated that everyone thought that as the senior brother of the sect, he was the strongest among the disciples.

But Ye Wuwu knew very well that his junior sister Lu Caiwei's swordsmanship was far superior to him.

Why?

In the past fifteen years, Ye Wuwu and Lu Caiwei have been alone, so they naturally have to learn from each other.

According to the records of the Baiyun Sword people present, in the fifteenth year, the two fought a total of 232 times, Ye Wuwu won 63 times and lost 169 times.

That's a total of fifteen years.

And since both of them built the foundation, the number of victories of Ye Wuwu has been zero.

Li Qingshan, the Baiyun Sword Man, once after the two of them fought against each other, was silent for a long time and sighed.

"It should be the material of the sword immortal."

Li Qingshan, who is in the realm of transforming gods, has such a high evaluation, which shows the horror of Lu Caiwei's kendo talent.

Lu Caiwei's murderous leak was just a small episode, and at the moment, Li Qingshan still set his eyes on Ye Wuwu.

As his first apprentice, now he has obviously been calculated to the point that the realm has fallen, how can Li Qingshan's heart not be angry.

But after all, he was the master of a sect, and the face of the Baiyun Sword Man was still calm, and he just asked in a deep voice, like a loud bell.

"Disciple, who did your current state?"

Ye Wuwu was silent for a while, and the afterglow swept over the people around him, but he suddenly chuckled and said.

"The disciple feels that his foundation building realm is too flawed and not perfect, so he will dissipate his work on his own, and he can re-cultivate in the future, which is not in the way."

Hearing Ye Wuwu's words, Li Qingshan's eyes were stunned for a moment, and then he showed displeasure.

Self-dispersal?

Although in the history of cultivating immortals, there are indeed people who choose to re-cultivate because of the imperfection of the realm.

But that was a very small number of cases, and in the entire cultivation world, it was like a rare case.

And every time I recultivate, it consumes a lot of resources, and cultivating an outstanding disciple consumes far more resources than the rest of the ordinary disciples.

Cultivating immortals is fighting for resources.

Over the years, the resources spent on Ye Wuwu are not insignificant.

In his eyes, the foundation building realm of his own disciple Ye Wuwu is indeed not the most perfect, but because of this scattered work, how is it possible.

Besides, if you go out in the morning or build a foundation realm, and when you come back in the afternoon, you can practice qi, how can you scatter your skills so quickly, isn't this nonsense.

"Worry-free, tell the truth."

Ye Wuwu was silent for a while, and then he spoke helplessly, looking at Li Qingshan with his eyes, as if to say that this is what you asked me to say.

"I met a middle-aged scribe......"

However, at the moment when Ye Wuwu's words fell, Li Qingshan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he stepped out and had already come to Ye Wuwu.

With a wave of his hand, a light curtain shrouded the two of them, but it cut off contact with the rest.

"What you see is a middle-aged scribe in that blessed land of the sect?"

It was the first time for Ye Wuwu to see his master Li Qingshan's solemn expression, and there was nothing to hide at the moment, so he nodded, and then told the master about his encounter with the other party.

But when it came to what happened today, Ye Wuwu thought about it in his heart, and still omitted some descriptions, including the matter of the Cave Heaven and Earth, and did not say it.

There are some, after all, it is a private matter of others after they are drunk, and they still don't talk to others.

After listening to Ye Wuwu's description, Li Qingshan, the Baiyun Sword Man, looked silent and said.

"This middle-aged scribe, I was only brought to meet by the old sect master when I succeeded to the position of sect master, and the other party was still in retreat at that time, so he didn't say anything to me."

"Right now, I heard you say that the middle-aged scribe should be over his retreat......"

Li Qingshan's face was a little solemn.

The origin of the middle-aged scribe is mysterious.

Even the old sect masters of the previous generation did not know.

The White Cloud Sword Sect has been established for six hundred years, but there has always been such a rule that only the sect master knows.

When each sect master takes office, he must be led by the previous sect master to meet the middle-aged scribe in the blessed land of the sect.

And the middle-aged scribe, most of the time, was in retreat, and he couldn't see him at all, and most of the time, he could only get a short answer through the stone wall.

Li Qingshan has never seen it.

But knowing that it was the other party who caused Ye Wuwu's realm to fall, Li Qingshan's expression was a lot more relaxed.

Fortunately, at least not outsiders, no malice.

Li Qingshan still attaches great importance to himself, an apprentice who is full of innate spiritual power.

He did carefully inspect Ye Wuwu's body, except for the realm fall, the rest had no effect.

That's weird......

Even though Li Qingshan was a god-transforming monk, he couldn't guess the meaning of the middle-aged scribe senior for a while, so he could only give up at the moment.

"That's it, don't worry, the seniors naturally have the deep meaning of the predecessors, although your realm has fallen, but the foundation of your body has not been affected, and it is not difficult to rebuild the foundation."

Li Qingshan said, took out a white jade vial and handed it to Ye Wuwu.

Three-pin Qi Gathering Pill.

Ye Wuwu took it over, his gaze was a little strange.

On this day, he had already received a lot of pills.

With the blessing of so many pills, it may only take more than a month for him to return to the foundation.

"But it's still a pity." Baiyun Sword Man Li Qingshan suddenly sighed.

"Master, what news did the Spirit Sword Sect bring?"

Ye Wuwu was extremely intelligent, and immediately thought of the news brought by Lan Zhi.

Li Qingshan did not hide this.

"A new Cave Heaven Blessed Land was born, but that place is the junction of the three parties, the Demon Clan, the Demon Sect, and the Demon Sect all want to compete for that Cave Heaven Blessed Land at present."

"The closest to there is the Spirit Sword Sect, and the Spirit Sword Master announced this news in the hope that our Righteous Path Immortal Sect would join forces to prevent this Heavenly Blessed Land from falling into the hands of demons."

Ye Wuwu showed a glimmer of light in his eyes, groaned slightly, and asked.

"A blessed place, is it like this? Isn't the Cave Heaven Blessed Land under the Spirit Sword Sect already the best place in Cangjian Prefecture? ”

Lingjian Mountain is a blessed place with the most prosperous aura in Cangjian Prefecture.

Li Qingshan shook his head and was silent for a moment before he slowly spoke, his voice heavy.

"This time, it's Dongtian."