Song Qingyue was speechless for a while, and then raised his chin slightly, "So what." ”

Yan Yun shook his head and stopped talking, it was really not good.

Her sword is a first-grade and third-order sword issued by the sect, and the sword body has long been mottled by wear and tear over the years.

Yan Yun's tiger mouth also grinded out a thick layer of cocoons.

Song Qingyue didn't plan to teach her anything, she played every move and style very fast, and no matter whether Yan Yun saw it clearly or not, she taught it, and it was her business whether Yan Yun learned it or not.

Anyway, when the senior brother asks, it's none of her business.

"Do you see clearly?"

The sword is back in the sheath, the green silk is flying, her eyes are like stars, a little shining, a little arbitrary, and a little proud.

"Nope."

Yan Yun is also honest, so fast, the ghost can see clearly.

"Senior sister, you can fight again, I can't see clearly."

She did it deliberately, in fact, the original owner had already picked up the movements of the Wanhua Sword Technique, so she needed someone to guide her.

Since Song Qingyue wants to show off, then she will fulfill her.

Song Qingyue did it a few more times, and each time he got a reply, he couldn't see it clearly.

Angry, she threw away her sword directly, and played the eldest lady's temper, "You are so stupid, I can't teach you, you can learn it yourself!" ”

Yan Yun watched her throw the famous sword frost flower on the ground at will, and couldn't help but sigh, having capital is different.

The Frost Flower Sword is a proud work that the master of refining knows, as powerful as Yu Feng, and it took months to get it.

"Senior Sister is right, Yan Yun is stupid and unworthy of your teachings."

Yan Yun took a step back, as if she was frightened by her, her eyelashes fluttered, and her voice was pitiful.

She wished that Song Qingyue wouldn't teach her.

"Yan Yun will learn by himself, senior brother, Yan Yun will never talk nonsense, it's all Yan Yun's problem, senior sister, don't worry."

"Heh, you say that, or is Miss Ben bad?"

Song Qingyue took a step forward, stepped on the sword that Yan Yun put on the ground with his embroidered shoes covered with pearls, and then crushed his toes hard.

"Click-"

The blade cracked in an instant.

It seems that this is the step on Yan Yun under his feet.

Looking at the distress that flashed in Yan Yun's eyes, Song Qingyue hooked the corners of his mouth, "It's just a broken sword, look at your distressed appearance, I really haven't seen the world." ”

Everyone stopped and looked at them in silence.

In just half a day, Song Qingyue's brutality was vividly displayed.

"Isn't it just a broken sword, senior sister stepped on it and stepped on it, anyway, I just want to change it."

Yan Yun also smiled, took a step forward towards Song Qingyue, and inadvertently stepped on the Frost Flower Sword.

Someone in the originally calm sword field also let out an exclamation.

"I'm sorry Senior Sister!"

She pretended to be surprised and quickly moved her foot away, and instead smiled, no emotion could be seen on her dark face, "Senior Sister's sword is worthy of being a famous sword, it's okay to step on it like this." ”

Her gaze was always gentle and calm, just looking at Song Qingyue.

Song Qingyue's pupils shrank, and she quickly raised her eyebrows, and her calm appearance fell in her eyes and became a provocation.

"You dare to step on my sword!"

She snorted, raised her hand, and the scarlet spiritual power wrapped around her fingertips and hit Yan Yun's body.

But Yan Yun didn't fall to the ground as everyone expected, and a pure white spiritual power barrier blocked her in front of her.

The pure white spiritual power was mellow, and it was devoured in an instant.

It's Wen Qingyu.

When Song Qingyue stepped on her sword, the system reminded her that Wen Qingyu was coming.

"Why is Senior Sister's spiritual power such a color, you have fallen into the Demon Realm, I'm afraid you haven't been dyed with something bad."

Yan Yun looked at Wen Qingyu gratefully, she suddenly looked at Song Qingyue again, and asked puzzledly.

She looked distressed as if she really didn't understand, and it seemed that she said it on purpose.

"That's because I received the Demon Realm Alien Fire, and I told you that you don't understand, play the piano to the cow!"

A trace of gloom flashed in Song Qingyue's eyes, and no matter how arrogant she was, she didn't dare to be vague.

In the world of cultivating immortals, any person, thing, or thing that is hooked with the demon world will be strangled by the immortal gate.

And Yan Yun on the other side just smiled, if he just received the Demon Realm Alien Fire, how could he even have such evil spiritual power?

Song Qingyue turned his head to look at Wen Qingyu who was standing at the door, he was dressed in white like snow, the cold moon was clear, not stained with the dust of the world, his slender figure was a little sickly, but he stood straight, like a snow lotus on a high mountain.

"Senior brother, she stepped on my sword first, and you still help her!"

Song Qingyue seemed to be coquettish and angry, and ran to his side to complain dissatisfied.

"Although I suffer from eye disease, I am not an unintentional person, Qingyue, don't do too much."

He didn't eat this set, "I'll let you teach, not let you play, if you don't want to, don't take it, since you have a job, do it for me." ”

Wen Qingyu's tone was serious and stern, with irresistible strength.

Yan Yun couldn't help but look down on him, it was really hard to believe that Yu Feng, who could teach a disciple like Wen Qingyu, could also teach a little witch like Song Qingyue.

At first, she thought that Song Qingyue was just a simple eldest lady's temper, after all, people are good-looking and talented, and it is normal to have a little temper.

But now she realized that Song Qingyue was really too crooked in her thinking, and her three views were not correct.

Song Qingyue was stunned, as if he didn't expect Wen Qingyu to criticize her so harshly, or in front of so many people, his eyes were red, "What about her?" I've been in the demon world alone for so many years, do you know how I got here? ”

"If it weren't for my life, I would have died there, what about her? Just because you have a little resemblance to me, you take my place, what do you make me think? Why is she? ”

Song Qingyue choked up, pointed at the innocent Yan Yun, and vented his dissatisfaction.

Her hair was slightly messy because of anger, falling in front of her eyebrows, her eyebrows were frowning, her pupils were full of tears, and the appearance of pear blossoms with rain suddenly made the others in the sword field unbearable.

The discussion of the sword field was swaying, and the unkind gaze fell on Yan Yun.

"Senior sister, have you ever asked me how I lived? What the hell do you think I'm doing well. ”

Yan Yun's head was full of black lines, listening to her words, she fell into deep thought, and finally couldn't help but interrupt.

At the same time, there was an inexplicable stagnation in her heart, and she was even a little out of breath in pain, why did everyone think she was doing well.

Who said she was doing well? Are you all blind?