Wu Di glanced at the unsheathed sword, the grade was not low, it was actually a low-grade king weapon.

He heard Senior Brother Situ Haoyang say that there are not many royal weapons in the Tianyuan Sect, but there are only a thousand disciples who really have them, and those disciples are all regarded as the best, and they are expected to carry the power of the Tianyuan Sect in the future.

"Little friend, stop your anger! What I said just now was something I said without concealment. Wu Di hugged his fists and bowed, and said.

He didn't want to have a conflict with the young man in front of him, first, this person was a disciple of the Tianyuan Sect, and he also belonged to the same sect. Second, Luo Linger is here, and Wu Di doesn't want to use force.

"Hmph! It seems that your brain is not sick, and you know how to apologize for recklessness. However, no matter how I look at you, I feel upset, obviously not a monk, but dressed as a monk and pretending to be a big-tailed wolf? Qiu Ji raised his eyebrows, the other party didn't even have the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, and he was dressed as a monk, and the more he looked at it, the more unhappy he was.

This is not surprising, Qiu Ji is only a three-star immortal master, and there is a difference of seven stars from Wu Di, Mo said that he can't perceive the fluctuation of spiritual power, even in the eyes of Dongfang Yun in white, Wu Di is also a mortal in the flesh, wearing a plain white robe and pretending.

Wu Di's face sank slightly, and he glanced at Luo Ling'er on horseback, and he pressed the fire down again.

"Little friend, I have already apologized for what I just said, you have a lot of adults, don't be like me. ”

"Oh heh! It seems that your brain is still sick, believe it or not, the master killed you with a sword?"

Watching Qiu Ji swing his sword horizontally, the fire in Wu Di's heart was faintly uncontrollable, and just as he was about to open his mouth to scold, Luo Ling'er jumped down from the jujube red horse with a flicker.

"Senior Brother Qiu, don't be embarrassed for him. ”

Luo Ling'er's voice was very cold, so cold that it made people shudder, and even Wu Di's heart trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a little stranger.

Seeing Luo Ling'er speak, Qiu Ji turned his head and glanced at his senior brother Dongfang Yun in white clothes, and after the other party nodded, he put away his sword and took three steps back.

At this time, Luo Ling'er actually stopped in front of Wu Di, her eyes full of agility did not blink, staring intently at Wu Di's eyes, as if she wanted to see something from them.

After eight months, the two stood looking at each other again, one quickly hid the sadness deep in the eye socket, and the other had a little fog in the smart eyes.

"Your eyes are very similar to someone I know. ”

Her tone was three points less cold.

The coldness seemed to turn into tears and began to roll in her eye sockets.

Wu Di pretended to be shocked, stepped back and bowed with his fists, and said with a hoarse smile: "The girl has an extraordinary temperament and looks like a fairy, and the small one can be similar to the eyes of the person you know, girl, it is really a blessing from my third life." ”

"You...... What's your name?"

"Di Qing!" Wu Di casually made up a name.

"Are you going to Tianyuan City too?"

"Ha! I'm not afraid of your jokes, girl, the little one always has a heart to cultivate immortals, but his qualifications are not enough. Over the years, I have accumulated a little silver taels, and I want to go to Tianyuan City to buy a weapon, and play a trick when the farm is not working. Wu Di didn't dare to look at Luo Ling'er at all, and said with his fists clenched and bowed his head.

"You can't enter Tian Yuan City. Luo Linger said softly.

"Why?"

"Because you are not a monk, the people of the mortal flesh are not allowed to enter the city. ”

"It's ....... ”

Wu Di naturally knew about these things, but he still pretended to be shocked and glanced up at Luo Ling'er, and then looked sideways at Tianyuan City.

I've come all the way here, and I can't go back empty-handed. Even if I can't enter the city, then I will stay outside the city gates, and I may meet a monk who sells weapons, and I will buy one and go home. ”

"Alas, you're really persistent. Luo Linger sighed and shook her head.

"Little junior sister, he is not called persistent, but stupid and self-deception. People in their thirties, knowing that they are a waste, whimsically dress themselves up as monks, and even more ridiculously go to buy weapons. ”

Qiu Ji glanced at Wu Di sarcastically, and said: "Old fellow, let me tell you clearly, don't look at this place, which is only more than two hundred miles away from Tianyuan City, you may not be able to walk under the city gate alive." Especially in the territory of 200 miles outside the city, ambushes and assassinations among monks abound, and forcible seizures abound. How many miles can you walk, a waste, even if the weakest immortal wields a sword, it can kill you in an instant. ”

"Hah!"

Wu Di really didn't want to deal with Qiu Ji, but this guy's mouth was too stinky.

"Little friend, you don't have to bother. Not all monks are like mad dogs, biting the mortal people when they see them. ”

"Who are you scolding?"

"Whoever talks, I will scold ....... ”

Wu Di had just said half of his words, when he suddenly seemed to notice something, the corners of his eyes shrank slightly, and his divine sense spread out for thousands of meters, and seven black-clothed people galloped from the direction of Tianyuan City.

The cultivation of those seven people was not weak, among them, three were two-star immortal masters, three were three-star immortal masters, and the shortest one turned out to be an eight-star immortal master.

"Waste, why don't you speak? When you finish speaking, the master will stab you to death with a sword. Qiu Ji raised his eyebrows, drew his sword again, gritted his teeth and said.

"Senior Brother Qiu, you don't have to say a word. Even the people who are mortal in the flesh have dignity. It just so happens that I'm tired from horseback riding, so let's walk for a walk. Luo Linger walked to the jujube red horse and walked to Wu Di with the reins.

This move made the white-clothed Dongfang Yun, who had never spoken, frown, and his handsome face showed a little consternation.

He and Luo Linger are the same teacher Liu Yao, and after eight months, he gradually fell in love with this blue-haired girl, even if she was silent and cold, but the love in Dongfang Yun's heart did not decrease in the slightest, but increased day by day.

It is precisely because of the love hidden in his heart that he hates Wu Di more and more, who he has never met. Every time he learned that Luo Ling'er entrusted the outgoing disciples to help keep an eye on the search, the hatred in Dongfang Yun's heart increased by one point.

And at this moment, although he didn't speak, he could see that Luo Linger said that he was tired of riding a horse and walked around, but he was actually worried about the danger of this waste in plain white robes.

The reason for everything is because of this person's eyes, and he really misses that damn ...... Wu Di.

Taking a breath angrily, Dongfang Yun looked at his junior brother Qiu Ji again, and happened to see Qiu Ji looking at him, Dongfang Yun immediately raised his right hand in front of his neck, and Qiu Ji turned around with a strange smile, holding the sword and rushing towards Wu Di.

At this moment, the corners of Wu Di's mouth curled slightly, and there was a touch of ruthless killing intent in the depths of his eyes.

But he didn't make a move, because Luo Ling'er beside him stopped and looked at the seven black-clothed people blocking the road a hundred meters away.

Behind, Qiu Ji's footsteps slammed suddenly, and the white-clothed Dongfang Yun, who was leading the horse, instantly shook his body and blocked in front of Luo Ling'er in the blink of an eye.

Wu Di glanced at Dongfang Yun, then at Luo Ling'er, was silent for a few seconds, and slowly retreated.

"Who are you, you dare to block the path of the disciples of the Purple Cloud Sect, what do you want?" Dongfang Yun drew his sword and asked angrily with a calm face.

In the middle of the seven people, a shorter black-robed man walked out, and the eyes under the robe and hat did not look at Dongfang Yun at all, but stared at Wu Di, and the depths of his eyes revealed a strong sense of jealousy.

"Third, you are becoming more and more unprofessional. There's a strong man who follows and doesn't even notice ......it? It's not a robbery. ”

Before the short black-robed man's words fell, Qiu Ji snorted angrily and coldly with his sword.

"If you know that it's not good, why don't you retreat quickly? It really angered Senior Brother Dongfang, and the seven of you don't live. ”