"Why? I already know who you are, so why pretend to be generous!" Zhou Ling slapped her face for a long time before she gasped. At this time, he looked at Zhang Xiao'an, his face was full of puzzlement, and he killed himself with the skills of the person in front of him, but it was just one round.

"Do you know? Do you know why I let go of your hand, do you know why I retracted the strength of this palm and didn't break your heart? You know that Mu Sanxian wanted to take my life, why did I let him go twice?" Zhang Xiao'an asked word by word, until the woman in front of her didn't say a word, and the hand holding the dagger loosened.

"What are you talking about? If you hadn't deceived the high-grade Lingtian, the junior brother would naturally not embarrass you. Zhou Ling was incredulous, but still skeptical. Some things are hard to change if you have a preconceived idea.

"I deceived the Lingtian? How did I deceive it? Feiyun Peak, the high-grade Lingtian, haven't you heard of it? How could He De accept such a Lingtian on the first day of my entry? After the Lingtian is opened, he will take it back, what is the reason?"

Zhang Xiaoan looked at the woman in front of him, pulled out the wooden sword in his waist with his right hand, and nodded Zhou Ling's shoulder, "What are you saying?"

Zhou Ling looked at the disciple token in Zhang Xiaoan's hand, which was still very new, and then thought of Li Qi, who was crippled by Mu Sanxian, and his mind was confused, but he couldn't believe it. It turned out that the last good guy I met was just a liar.

"Don't lie here, you're no match for me. Zhang Xiaoan put away the token, didn't want to say more to the woman, and when he walked to the door, the person behind him seemed to be crazy, and suddenly cried.

"There is a kind of you who will kill me, I am fed up with being bullied by others, and I don't want to think about the rights and wrongs between you, you don't have to pretend to spare my life, if you don't kill me, I will definitely kill you!" The sentence that you are not my opponent completely uncovered Zhou Ling's scars, and after entering Shushan for so many years, if you are not low in cultivation, how can you be bullied by others for so long!

Today, this registered disciple can also humiliate himself! In shame, Zhou Ling picked up the dagger on the ground, lightened his body, and displayed the swordsmanship he had learned, stabbing at Zhang Xiao'an's back.

"Are you sick?" Zhang Xiaoan turned his head and raised his hand with a slight twist of the wooden sword, and the iron sword seemed to be pierced on the cotton, and the strength was exhausted. For some reason, the disciples Zhang Xiaoan met seemed to be obsessed with cultivation, and for the way of swordsmanship, they were only stronger than whose cultivation was stronger, whose speed was faster, and pursued a few easy-to-learn sword moves, but they lost their essence.

"What if it's not your opponent? Mu Sanxian lied to me, and even the registered disciples looked down on me? Instead of being a maid and being bullied, it was better to die here!" Zhou Ling's eyes did not dry the tears flowing out, and one sword after sword was out of order, almost all of them were pierced into the air.

Zhang Xiaoan dodged a few steps, and suddenly one forward, the wooden sword hilt hit Zhou Ling's wrist fiercely, and the iron sword lost its foundation, flew out of the trend, and stuck in the ground.

"I can understand not treating others as human beings, but it's really unbelievable not to take your own life seriously. Even though the pear blossoms in front of her were raining, Zhang Xiaoan was still puzzled. still beat the dagger cut at him in Zhou Ling's hand.

"Why don't you kill me? Zhou Ling collapsed on the ground.

"Why did I kill you?" Zhang Xiaoan asked rhetorically.

"I wanted to kill you just now, and I am also Mu Sanxian's accomplice. Zhou Ling said, shedding a few tears, for so many years, no matter how she was bullied by others, she had never done anything to bully others.

"Do you still want to kill me?"

"Naturally not. ”

"Then why should I kill you, why bother? I'm just being coaxed, and you're not bad, if I want to kill, I also want to kill Mu Sanxian. Zhang Xiaoan calmed down and exhaled deeply.

"You don't hate me?" Zhou Ling wiped her tears and looked at the young man in front of her with a relaxed face and no hatred.

"It's just stupid, it's not a big crime, just pay attention to it in the future. Zhang Xiaoan sat in front of Zhou Ling, finished speaking, saw that Zhou Ling was a little lonely, and added another sentence.

"If you want to kill me, I have to take revenge, don't scold too much. You go, Mu Sanxian will come again. Even if I let him go twice, he'll try to kill me next time. Zhang Xiaoan couldn't hide the disappointment after all.

"When he comes, will you spare his life again? He wanted to give me the spiritual land, but he never asked me to do it, and he didn't do me any good. Zhou Ling pondered for a long time before timidly spit out such a sentence. Mu Sanxian's thoughts, after all, have not been put into action, God knows, no one knows.

"Why should I spare his life?" As soon as Zhou Ling's words came out, Zhang Xiaoan felt a kind of anger from unfairness. Mu Sanxian wants to kill himself, who has come to intercede?

"I know, I can do whatever I can, please. "Even if Zhou Ling recognizes the facts, when she is the most difficult, isn't it still Mu Sanxian who stands up?

"Okay, come with me. After speaking, Zhang Xiaoan walked towards the grass house step by step, and Zhou Ling followed behind him step by step, walking slower and slower step by step, but he never fell.

Waiting for Zhang Xiaoan to sit on the bed and lean on the quilt, Zhou Ling also walked to the bed, and her slender figure was exquisite against the background of the moonlight.

"Have you thought about it?" Zhang Xiaoan stood in front of Zhou Ling, the distance was only half an inch, his body temperature was felt, and his breathing could be heard.

"I didn't mean that......" Zhou Ling realized that something was wrong, and before she could finish speaking, a striking knife fell from the back of her neck.

Zhang Xiaoan's body flashed, and Zhou Ling fell straight on the bed. Straightening his body and covering it tightly with the quilt, the boy couldn't help but snap his brain hard. Why should I spare his life? This is the price of intercession.

He is the worst at dealing with such a request. He also didn't want Mu Sanxian to come back tomorrow. Why did he spare Mu Sanxian's life twice? Didn't he just hope that he would turn hostility into jade silk in the future? Doesn't he hope that Mu Sanxian would not do such a thing that lacked morality.

He has given enough opportunities, and he doesn't want to kill, he has always spared his life.

Accompanied by the breeze, Zhang Xiao'an sat in front of the door of the hut, slowly running the exercises, and consolidating his cultivation of the ninth layer of Qi Condensation. Cherishing and slowly digesting the 2,500-year-old essence of red ginseng and other herbs.

Breaking through to the ninth layer, the essence of the many herbs had been digested. The refining body was a little stagnant, and Zhang Xiaoan practiced one style after another of swordsmanship taught by Uncle Duan. As Zhang Xiao'an's understanding of swordsmanship deepened, he felt that these swordsmanship that he once thought he had learned became more and more unfamiliar.

In the previous month, in addition to the sword style that he could use, the only two moves that he could use more skillfully were the sweeping style and the vertical splitting style.

Time passed in Zhang Xiao'an's cultivation, and the three figures came earlier than Zhang Xiao'an expected, but there was no Mu Sanxian among them.

"Registered disciple Zhang Xiao'an listens to the order!" Zhang Xiao'an's body token immediately lit up. Zhang Xiaoan stood up and bowed lightly to the disciple in front of him.

It's just a courtesy.

"Zhang Xiaoan is here. ”

"Zhang Xiao'an, a registered disciple, took possession of a high-grade medicine field and did not report it, and injured and threatened the deacon disciple, can you be guilty?" The disciple in front of him was more or less disdainful in his eyes. He didn't know why a mere ninth-level Qi Condensation Body Refining disciple needed three Foundation Building Disciples plus this fake herald talisman paper that cost a lot of money to deal with it.

"Who sent the order?" Zhang Xiaoan sneered, he didn't believe in this kind of innocuous order to give to the crime, and he didn't want to believe it.

"You asked me to come to Shu Mountain, if the sect is really like this, then I don't listen to this order. Zhang Xiao'an said, the wooden sword in his hand was clenched, the undefeated sword intent exploded, and the ninth-level cultivation of condensing qi also flowed between the sea of qi and the muscles and bones.

"Bold!" The disciple at the beginning drew his sword and pointed directly at Zhang Xiaoan, and the two beside him were calmer.

"It's all flies, what boldness do I have?" Zhang Xiao'an slowly pulled back with his right hand, and made a sword trick with his left hand, and the sword style he made was the sword style.

"Be careful, let's shoot together!" The disciple at the beginning felt that the disciple in front of him, who had not yet built a foundation for refining his body, was so swordsman, and he first sacrificed the magic weapon, without the slightest contempt.

When the three of them heard this, a sword, a seal, and a spear circled in front of them, just forming a defensive momentum.

Zhang Xiao'an's momentum also happened to gather to the apex, and a sword rushed out, and the three of them suddenly felt a force that the aura could not resist penetrated the defense of the three of them, and they were about to stab them in the chest.

A sword rushed out, and the three of them retreated one after another, except for the disciple in the middle who was slightly better, the corners of the other two disciples were left with a little blood.

"Let's go together!" Before the three of them could counterattack, Zhang Xiaoan's second sword had already stabbed in front of the disciple in the middle.

This sword stabbed out, and the sword style learned from Uncle Duan had a lot of insights. This sword style is intended to break the defense, to be invincible, and to move forward. In the seven years of training, there are countless moves after this sword style, but now there is only one style reflected in Zhang Xiaoxin's head.

The sword style is followed by the sweeping style, and Uncle Duan calls it the autumn glow falling into the sea, and the sky and water are on the line.

Zhang Xiao'an used this move according to his understanding, and the undefeated sword intent burst out again, and a taste that could only be advanced and irregressed contained in Zhang Xiaoan's sword moves.

This was like the sweep of the line that divided the sky and the sea, so that the disciples on both sides almost had time to defend, so they rolled upside down, and the sharp sword intent tore the chests and clothes of the two disciples into pieces, and a deep wound was imprinted on the chests of the two of them.

And the disciple in the middle, the golden seal rolled upside down and flew under the sweeping sword, but there was still a short sword in his hand, and under the block, he just spit out a mouthful of blood, his steps were unsteady, and he staggered back.

Zhang Xiaoan's eyes were firm, and he didn't retreat at all and slashed out the third sword, which was the vertical slash style that he had been familiar with for a long time.

The disciple in the middle looked fierce, took out a charm from the storage bag on his waist, and threw it forward, and the charm instantly turned into a golden shield, protecting all three of them inside.

Zhang Xiaoan stabbed it with a sword, and the golden light mask trembled violently, but it took three breaths before it exploded violently. At the same time, Zhang Xiaoan's third sword also lost its strength.

Under the explosive fluctuations of the golden light mask, Zhang Xiaoan withdrew his sword and blocked in front of him, but finally took a few steps back.