"That's it."

Lu Yun can only rest assured, with the ability of her second senior brother, as long as she doesn't encounter any old monsters, she won't suffer.

Digest a bunch of secrets Lu Yun and stay on Wentian Peak to cultivate.

As the head said, after only five days, the agreement was signed, and a charter was also discussed among the nine major sects.

They will hold a meeting in the Tibetan Sword Sect, and all the disciples above the Jindan in the nine sects can participate, and finally select five people, and then select an elder from the sect where these five people are located.

Use the ability of juniors to snatch this opportunity, so as not to let those elder-level figures tear their faces for a qualification.

And Lu Yun, as the extra sixth person, gathered a lot of attention.

On the third day of September, the Great Array of the Tibetan Sword Sect opened, and today was the day when the rest of the sect's disciples came.

Lu Yun followed behind his senior brother, looking at the people on the mountain road, and the pressure suddenly increased.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Ben will also participate this time, and he will definitely beat them down."

Hooking Lu Yun's neck, Ji Hongxi smiled, amplifying words on his lips, and did not forget to hook up with the female disciples on the left and right.

Lu Yun's teeth were sour, and he slapped the other party's arm away.

Baiyao is still in retreat, Yun Shuiqing can't leave the Tibetan Sword Sect easily, and he can only go up to Ji Hongxi when he asks Tianfeng.

During these days, the Tibetan Sword Sect recalled many disciples who were outside.

Lu Yun is the youngest in this generation, and most of the disciples of the previous generation have come out of the mountain and are in the red dust, and this time he came back, which also caused a lot of sensation.

"Senior Sister Shangguan is here."

There was a muttering sound around him, and Lu Yun also felt that Ji Hongxi stood up straight and winked in that direction.

Shangguan Li, a figure of the same generation as Ji Hongxi, a disciple of the four elders, a woman with outstanding looks and a cold personality.

Cultivation, Jindan Da Perfection, the leader of that generation.

In the words of his own brother, the more challenging the person, the more he wants to challenge.

No, abandon yourself and go to Shangguan Li with a hippie smile.

Lu Yun stood in place, she felt Shangguan Li's eyes pass over her body, and then put it on Ji Hongxi's body.

The ice-like face showed a small arc.

Lu Yun confirmed that he was not mistaken, so people are really interested in his senior brother?

"Who is Lu Yun!"

Lu Yun, who was eating melons, was caught off guard and was smashed on top of his head by melons.

Lu Yun followed the prestige, and on the mountain road, the guests had arrived.

It was a man who shouted, Lu Yun looked at the other party's butterfly-like clothes and guessed the identity of the other party.

Lishui Jian disciple.

"I am."

When Lu Yun walked out, he saw the man flash to his side, holding himself down with one hand.

The momentum from the Jindan period was all released, and some of the surrounding disciples who were forced had to retreat.

Seeing this, the person who came sneered, and his eyes were slightly disdainful, which was to say, "That's it? ”

Many disciples were stimulated by this look, and stood stiffly in place and refused to leave.

There were a lot of disciples gathered today, some retreated, and some broke through the obstacles and walked to Lu Yun's side step by step.

The first one to come was Feng Yuyao.

She stood beside Lu Yun, staring at the other party's eyes very coldly, she didn't speak, but the external momentum was against the other party.

Immediately afterwards, Song Xiao and Liu Ru ......

One by one, people whose names Lu Yun remembered stood up, and under the threat of the other party, they relied on their enthusiasm to come, and their expressions were resolute and unyielding.

Behind what should have been empty, a huge net appeared.

There are many people in the foundation building period, and even in the gas refining period.

The disciples of the Tibetan Sword Sect are like swords, no matter what sword intent they cultivate on weekdays, the sword intent on everyone's body has reached a resonance here.

The sword intent intertwined and collided, and finally fused together, and the sound of the sword roared abruptly.

The buzzing sound echoed in the sky above the Hidden Sword Sect, attracting the attention of many people.

The clouds broke through, and when they looked up, many people gasped.

A vague giant sword was formed in the sky, and if you look closely at the sword body, you will find that it is composed of the swords of many disciples.

This giant sword, the tip of the sword is Hanjiang Xue, the hilt is clumsy, and the tail needle is hidden in the most inconspicuous place in the middle, but no one dares to underestimate it.

The disciple is single-minded, the sword intent condenses the sword, and this sword can kill.

The guests' expressions became stunned.

You must know that the person targeted is a disciple of the Jindan period, and the response is all the juniors of the Tibetan Sword Sect.

Led by Ji Hongxi, those disciples of the previous generation seemed to be indifferent, but if you look closely, their sword intent is floating beside that giant sword, and they can blend in at any time.

"I'm Lu Yun." Lu Yun repeated the opening, she took a step forward, that step was very slow, but it fell steadily.

"I don't know what advice my senior brother has?"

The girl scolded, her voice was cold, the smile on her face was shallow, but her eyes were cold.

The sharp sword intent was like a taut bowstring on Lu Yun's body, and it could be slashed out at any time.

"I don't know what senior brother has to say!"

Someone was repeating Lu Yun's words, and the sound spread like a wave, and the sound was deafening and deafening.

Behind Lu Yun, those disciples raised their heads with firm eyes.

They may be weak, they may be timid, but behind them is the sect, the name of the Tibetan Sword Sect, they must not fall, they subconsciously follow the straight figure in the front, with a sword condensation.

Small waves joined, and in the blink of an eye, the waves had become monstrous waves.

A spark can start a prairie fire, and in this vast firelight, a sword is like a martyr, with an indomitable momentum.

No one said it, but everyone understood.

Those disciples are fighting.

If you want to fight, you will fight, and if you want to fight, you can fight.

The sword is falling.

And the disciple who was locked by this sword had a white face like paper, as if he had seen a ghost.

The sharp sword intent stabbed at him, causing his arm to tremble in pain, and the power of a thousand jun was above his head, and he couldn't move an inch.

He was not facing a man, but a pure and unsullied sword, surging and unstoppable.

He abruptly let go of the hand that was pressing on Lu Yun's body and retreated, panic appearing on his face.

Facing this Lu Yun, who should have been weak when he was far away, he shifted his gaze and wanted to avoid the edge for a while.

It was this faint step of retreat that made him completely disqualified from competing with Lu Yun.

"Huh!"

Out of nowhere, the laughter came and went.

A person who wants to give a disadvantage on her own turf ends up being taught a lesson by a group of little guys who are not as good as herself, which is just, ridiculous.

The laughter swept through, Lu Yun also laughed, his back slowed down, and the sword condensed by many disciples slowly dissipated.

At this moment, no one dared to underestimate Lu Yun and the Tibetan Sword Sect.

Receiving a lot of admiring eyes, Lu Yun lowered his eyes like an old monk.

It's in the limelight again, she's thinking about whether she wants to run away, she's afraid of too many people.

"Guys, please."

The voice belonging to Shangguan Li sounded, cold as ice, and the reception was handed over to Shangguan Li.

In the following days, there were more and more people from the Tibetan Sword Sect.

Even on the always pure Wentian Peak, there were more people who came to visit Yuntian on the orders of the master.

There was no hiding and idleness, and there was no progress in her cultivation for the time being, so she simply wandered around the town at the foot of the mountain.

The nine major sects are all here, and even the people who come to the holy land that are not out of place all the year round are still a holy son.

In the teahouse, Lu Yun listened to these words, holding her chin and looking at the crowd below.

The birth of the Holy Son shows that this world is really bad.

Lu Yun had a little impression of that holy son.

In the original text, there are many beautiful men around Feng Yuyao, and most of them have some meaning to Feng Yuyao, but this holy son, the sacred heart has never wavered.

The two are pure friendship, and this will, Lu Yun is witnessing this friendship.