Xue Qing raised her head and saw that Xing Zongyuan, the owner of the Proud Sword Villa who had cultivated in the early stage of the Divine Transformation, was staring at her with a faint sense of divine sense.

His face was stiff and cold, tall and mighty, and his eyes were like torches. The eyes that looked at Xue Qing shone with a sharp light.

"Yes" Xue Qing replied expressionlessly, nodding without humility or arrogance.

Regarding the inquiry of the owner of Proud Sword Mountain Villa, Xue Qing didn't say much. She thought: this is already the case, and it is useless to say more.

"Take her to Kenshindo. Glancing at Xue Qing, Xing Zongyuan finished his order to Ling Xiao, the eldest disciple on the side, and disappeared outside the sword washing pool.

"Yes, Master. Ling Xiao saluted the owner of the village until Xing Zongyuan left.

He came to Xue Qing and said expressionlessly:

"Come with me!"

Xue Qing didn't answer, just followed Ling Xiao's footsteps and walked in the direction of Jian Xin Hall.

"Xue Qing, how are your injuries now?" Jiaoba, who was wrapped around Xue Qing's wrist, asked Xue Qing about her injuries distressedly.

"I can stand it, are you okay?" After eating a few healing pills, Xue Qing fed Jiaoba a few.

"I'm fine, the sword cultivation of this Proud Sword Villa is really brainless. They didn't ask why, they ran and killed us. Hmph, when my injuries heal, I must go for revenge. ”

Jiaoba's heart was indignant, and it had a great opinion of Ling Xiao, the eldest disciple who was leading the way in front.

"After all, we have entered the holy land of the earth, and it is understandable to kill us. But not giving us a chance to explain, it's really impersonal. ”

Xue Qing was also speechless in her heart, and the eldest disciple Ling Xiao was too old-fashioned.

Their Ten Thousand Swords Sect is also a sword cultivation sect, but the fellow sects in the sect are sensible, asking the root cause and then deciding, there are few people as old-fashioned as Ling Xiao.

The style of doing things of the same sect of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is really different from the sword cultivation in this Zhongzhou.

She couldn't help but wonder in her heart: Could it be because of the shrewdness of the real person in charge that the fellow disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect were not as dull as these sword cultivation disciples of the Proud Sword Villa?

Ten Thousand Swords Sect, the head of the wealth fan, Qingxu Zhenren, was happily counting the cultivation materials that the Hengyang Sect and other subordinate sects had just come up.

"Ah...... Cut...... Who's scolding me?"

Counting the shining cultivation materials in front of him, the head of the sect with a smile in his eyes, after sneezing, he lost the interest of seeing the treasures before, got up and lay down on the couch.

"Master, what's wrong?" Lin Yunfeng on the side, seeing that the master who was obsessed with wealth had given up packing up the treasures, he felt strange in his heart:

"Shizun actually gave up Shubao? This is an unprecedented thing. ”

"It's nothing, and I don't know how Liu Xueqing is doing in Zhongzhou now. ”

The head of the house looked into the distance, and there was an incomprehensible emotion in it.

At the mention of Xue Qing, Lin Yunfeng became deep.

He lowered his head slightly, looking thoughtful.

"What are you thinking, boy? You can't be thinking about that girl, are you?"

The head of the sect, who was originally thinking far away, came back to his senses and saw Ling Yunfeng's contemplative appearance, his eyes opened wide, and he looked incredible.

He patted Lin Yunfeng's head and asked Ling Yunfeng in a loud voice.

"Master, where did you want to go? It's not what you thought it was at all. ”

Hearing the words of the master, Lin Yunfeng, who was originally contemplative, was taken aback. His eyes widened, and he didn't know why Shizun would say such a thing.

"You kid, don't put garlic in front of me. However, Liu Xueqing is really good. Before, she was an orphan, and you still have some chances. Now, I advise you to die of this heart. The eldest lady of the Zhongzhou super family, don't think about it. ”

At the mention of Xue Qing, the face of the head of Qingxu was full of smiles.

Xue Qing is from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and this is the most correct thing he thinks he has done in this life. It is also the proudest thing he has done so far.

When Xue Qing was still a little cultivator of Qi cultivation, he thought that Xue Qing was not a thing in the pool, and now, Xue Qing's rise really proves that he has not looked away.

"Master, you are really getting more and more outrageous. How could I have that kind of thought about Uncle Shi? I was just thinking, Uncle Shi's talent is so high, and I don't know what level of cultivation I have reached now. ”

Lin Yunfeng is used to the unreliability of his master. In the face of the master's teachings, he was really speechless......

And here, Xue Qing, who remembered the interesting story of the sect, couldn't help but bend the corners of her mouth, and the two small dimples that were exposed showed her good mood.

Walking in front, observing Xue Qing's eldest disciple Ling Xiao, his divine sense has been investigating Xue Qing.

Seeing Xue Qing's thin figure with a broken arm, his heart was quite complicated.

Xue Qing's entry into the Sword Washing Pool was a denial of his management ability, which made him, who had managed the mountain villa for many years, majestic.

But Xue Qing's firm personality and her cultivation ability made Ling Xiao's new life admire.

The two of them, each thinking about their own affairs, had nothing to say all the way.

Jianxin Pavilion, the main hall of the Proud Sword Villa, the owner of the village, Xing Zongyuan, frowned, and his dark eyes were like a deep pool.

"Are you thinking about that girl just now?" Xing Zongyuan knew that in the sea, an old voice came in.

"Well, for some reason, I always feel that the girl is not ordinary. ”

Hearing the old man's voice, Xing Zongyuan replied truthfully.

"It's not ordinary, do you know? The overlord is with her. ”

The voice of Xing Zongyuan was filled with joy and loss.

"You mean...... That broken sword?" Hearing the words of the sword spirit, Xing Zongyuan's heart was also quite complicated.

"Yes, it's the broken sword. The voice of the old sword spirit was very affirmative.

"There are so many disciples in our villa...... Why is it?" even though he felt that Xue Qing was very unusual, but letting the broken sword follow, this made Xing Zongyuan very puzzled.

Although the sword was broken, according to the sword spirit, it was very unusual.

In order to recover the sword spirit in the broken sword, he had sent many excellent disciples into the sword washing pool, including himself, who had tried to subdue it, but he didn't expect that the broken sword chose this one-armed female cultivator.

"Why?Zong Yuan, do you feel the difference in the cultivation realm recently?"

The old voice of the sword spirit was a little distant, but Xing Zongyuan understood a lot about the meaning of the words.

"Ancestor, it's useless to be Zongyuan. Hearing Sword Spirit's words, there were tears in Xing Zongyuan's resolute eyes.

"Hey, Zong Yuan, you care too much!" sighed, and the sword spirit's old voice fell silent......

"Meet the Master!" "Sword Heart Pavilion, the eldest disciple Ling Xiao led Xue Qing into it, came to Xing Zongyuan's face, and saluted respectfully.

Xue Qing didn't speak, and she didn't salute her in the face of this god who wanted to be a junior.

What happened during this period of time was too big a blow to Xue Qing.

First, the eldest brother who loved herself, Baili Xingmo, fell, and then the second brother Baili Xingchen was poisoned and unconscious, and she was chased and killed by the two Yuanying of the Cold Poison Gate, not to mention that she was missing an arm.

When I woke up, I found myself falling into the sword washing pool, and was occupied by a rusty broken sword, not to mention the position of the natal magic weapon, so I was lying down and was struck by lightning, and almost exploded and died.

She finally split the barrier and found a way out, but she was greeted by the indiscriminate pursuit of many disciples of the Proud Sword Villa.

How does this make her feel good?

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