The Sword Spirit Sect had just eaten the Tianyin Sect, and Wang Shi was busy dealing with the aftermath.

If the Sword Spirit Sect successfully becomes one of the six sects in Middle-earth, it needs to be recognized by three of the other five sects.

Needless to say, Hehuan Zong.

Ji Chen used his actions to show the position of the Hehuan Sect.

The Qiyang Sect has not asked about the world for thousands of years, and the last time the sect master appeared was three hundred years ago.

Qingyun Sect looked at Rong Hui differently.

Recognized by this behemoth is more authoritative than any other sect.

The four elders of the Sword Spirit Sect were rushing back to Middle-earth from Lumbini, the holy land of Buddhism, 100,000 miles away, to mediate around for the Sword Spirit Sect.

Since the Tianyin Sect saw Rong Hui's strength, Xuanji felt that no one in Zhongzhou could stop the fifth senior sister from pretending.

She took out a bottle of pill and put it into Li Yanhui's arms, "The method of taking the pill internally and externally has been written."

This time when you go to the Imperial Beast Sect, you must hold the fifth senior sister.

If ten cows can't be pulled back, then a thousand, don't fail to close. ”

The Royal Beast Sect and the Tianyin Sect are on good terms, and Xuanji is worried that the Royal Beast Sect will find fault.

"Disciple as much as possible. Li Yanhui didn't have the confidence to hold Rong Hui at all, forcing only Wang Jingze Zhenxiang Emperor above the king, "Little aunt, only me and the master are going to discuss?"

It's not that Li Yanhui is not confident that the Sword Spirit Sect can't win.

It's because he is too confident in Rong Hui.

In case the master is unforgiving, the wonderful argument makes his heart surge, and he can't help but mix it up.

At that time, it will not be the master who pulls back himself, it is likely that the master will slap himself with his backhand to calm himself down.

Xuanji shrugged helplessly, "This is what Fifth Senior Sister means." ”

Wang Shi prepared hundreds of younger brothers for Rong Hui to build momentum for Rong Hui, so that she could go to the Imperial Beast Sect in style, so as not to let others underestimate her status in the Sword Spirit Sect.

Rong Hui decisively refused, and said that he would bring Li Yan back.

Li Yanhui pondered the meaning of Master's reluctance to bring so many people there, it should be that he was worried that the disciples of the Sword Spirit Sect would see her scoundrel.

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The next day, Rong Hui set off from the Ethereal Peak.

Rong Hui stood by the Jinshui Bridge and asked Li Yan to return to the Imperial Sword.

Although the master and apprentice both have supreme fairy swords, they tacitly use wooden swords.

Rong Hui doesn't want to be ostentatious.

Li Yanhui remembered Rong Hui's teachings.

He has limited ability and can't control the shock.

And that Ancestor Sword Spirit didn't like to ride on him either.

Jinghong was carried by Li Yanhui, and it was more of a role to ask the ancestors to make up for classes at night.

Because of this, he became one of the few ten-year foundation building geniuses of the Sword Spirit Sect.

As soon as Li Yanhui's wooden sword came out, Rong Hui jumped on the wooden sword, and she played a trick to make the wooden sword's body skyrocket, and found a comfortable position to take a nap.

Li Yanhui looked back at the master who occupied the wooden sword, and his face suddenly darkened, "Master, who are you?"

Rong Hui yawned and said pleasantly: "I haven't seen you for ten years, I'll test your sword skills." ”

"It's the first time I've seen someone talk about rubbing cars so fresh and refined. Li Yan resigned himself to jumping on the wooden sword, "No, Master, I will only fly for ten years, you are a century-old driver, I can't take it." ”

Before Rong Hui retreated, he taught Li Yan to return to the imperial sword on the lake under the ethereal peak, and after teaching the mantra, he let him flutter in mid-air, anyway, there was a lake below, so he would not fall to death.

Falling to death is not going to be.

Li Yanhui almost drowned.

Thanks to Rong Hui's harsh teaching, Li Yanhui changed from a landlubber to a white stripe in the waves.

Hearing this, Rong Hui's beautiful eyes opened a slit, revealing an excited light, "Really let me come?"

Li Yanhui broke out in a cold sweat for no reason, and he was still afraid of the experience of being taken by his master with Edgeworth.

Rong Hui is not the god of the autumn mountain car, but the hearse drift, he did not grasp it steadily, and fell the flying sword from a height of 10,000 meters several times.

The stimulation almost made his heart explode.

Fortunately, Rong Hui's reaction and speed are fast enough.

Looking back at the beginning, Li Yanhui felt that he could survive and was simply the emperor of Europe.

"Master, sit down. Li Yanhui swallowed nervous saliva, "My sword flight is an old cow pulling a broken car, don't dislike it for being slow." ”

Rong Hui took out the pillow and blanket and lay down, sniffing the breeze and whispering, "No... relationship..."

Li Yanhui is the first time to carry people with Edgeworth, he is as serious as a new driver on the road, he deliberately put up a white flag, and wrote: Internship! Novice on the road! Please take care of it!

From afar, the monk of the sword in the air could see a bitter and vengeful young man standing in the wind, with a white flag fluttering above his head, and they all rushed up curiously to find out. Sword Calamity.

The land of Zhongzhou is vast, and the six major sects sound very close, but they are actually tens of thousands of miles apart.

The Sword Spirit Sect was a million miles away from Qiyang, the farthest point.

It had been three days since Rong Hui's master and apprentice arrived at the territory of the Imperial Beast Sect 50,000 miles away.

The first thing Li Yan did when he returned to the Phoenix City of the Imperial Beast Sect was to find an inn to rest.

He stayed up for three days and three nights, and his mental strength was seriously overdrawn.

During this period, Li Yanhui once refused to drive fatigue.

But when he saw the master who was sleeping and didn't know what day it was, he wiped away the bitter tears blown by the wind, wrapped in thick fur and continued to drive.

The reason for wrapping his fur was entirely because it was too cold at a height of thousands of miles, and he wanted to save some spiritual power to keep Rong Hui and himself warm, so as not to freeze to death.

Rong Hui saw him so pitiful, and said, "Don't forget to breathe and breathe when you rest." ”

Li Yanhui wrapped the small quilt, his eyes were red, "Master, when will your humanity awaken." ”

When Li Yanhui felt cold, his nose was blocked, and the words of complaint came out of his mouth with a coquettish taste, which made Rong Hui surprised and had a sense of accomplishment, and smiled: "I cultivate ruthless Dao." ”

Li Yan turned over and turned his head at Rong Hui.

God, he was fooled!

Back then, I thought I had worshiped a famous teacher.

Now I find myself worshipping an old ancestor.

No, it's two.

There is also a genuine ancestor in Jinghong.

After Li Yan fell asleep, Rong Hui put Shanhe Jian at the head of his bed.

Rong Hui, under the guidance of Liuxian Jun, moved a spiritual vein of the Ethereal Peak to Shanhejian.

Mountains and rivers are spiritual artifacts, and they also need to be nourished by spiritual energy.

Li Yan replied and said no, his body breathed very honestly, and then magically found that Fengcheng's spiritual power was very abundant, and the spiritual power consumed was replenished into the dantian at an unimaginable speed.

Rong Hui crouched on the table and wrote a plan.

The two 10,000-word plan, only 500 words about the Royal Beast Sect.

The rest is all about Li Yanhui's cultivation method and dantian expansion.

This plan has achieved all the problems and solutions that Li Yan may encounter after returning to Ningying.

"Hum. ”

Rong Hui caught the sound of mosquitoes and flies.

The sound came from the head of the bed.

Rong Hui's body was like electricity, and when he got up, the wooden sword stabbed out at the same time, and it was across the neck of the white figure.

The silver-haired and jade-faced person who came was the first peak master of the Ethereal Peak, Xuan Yi.

"Seniors. Rong Hui withdrew the wooden sword, "Why did you come out?" ”

Xuan Yi picked up the mountains and rivers at the head of the bed, and his ice blue eyes crossed the strange light, "I sensed the breath of an old friend, come out and take a look." ”

He put down the mountains and rivers, looked at Fengcheng from the window, and the killing intent exploded.