Originally, Leng Xiaohan thought that Mu Mengdie had something on her mind to tell her, but until the two of them walked to the martial arts training ground, Mu Mengdie didn't speak.

"Poof!"

Seeing Mu Mengdie pointing at herself with a sword, Leng Xiaohan looked confused: "What are you doing here? Now I don't want to be a sparring partner for you! I'm going to kill demon beasts tomorrow!"

Holding the sword in his right hand, Mu Mengdie looked at Leng Xiaohan lightly: "Senior brother's cultivation is also the twelfth level of qi cultivation, right?

Before he finished speaking, Mu Mengdie had already rushed towards Leng Xiaohan, and the sword in his hand was directly slashed towards Leng Xiaohan's neck.

narrowly dodged a sword, Leng Xiaohan couldn't remember when he had taught Mu Mengdie a lesson. However, Mu Mengdie's offensive made Leng Xiaohan understand one thing.

This kid is no longer the same kid he was when he first started, but just like me, he is a monk who has practiced Qi Twelve. ’

pulled out the demon behind him, Leng Xiaohan looked at Mu Mengdie, who stopped and waited for him, and shook his head with a very regretful look: "Heh~ It seems that you have a strong strength in a short period of time, and it has already made you lose your mind!

With a flick of his right hand, he smiled coldly and evilly: "Today, I will let you see the strength of my senior brother, and by the way, I will teach you a lesson." Let you know that my chief disciple is not called for nothing!"

Without using other martial arts, Leng Xiaohan used the White Frost Sword Technique to stab at Mu Mengdie.

The moment the tip of the sword touched, Leng Xiaohan frowned, obviously Mu Mengdie's strength was different from what Leng Xiaohan imagined.

Two figures, one large and one small, wearing fire cloud robes, collided with each other quickly on the martial arts training ground. Each collision is accompanied by a soft sound and a little spark.

The two of them fought faster and faster, and soon Leng Xiaohan's White Frost Sword Technique had already been used once.

"Grandmaster, you actually practiced the White Frost Sword Technique to the Grandmaster Realm!" Holding the Demon Cutting in his right hand, Leng Xiaohan gasped slightly.

With a sword flower in his right hand, Mu Mengdie still looked at Leng Xiaohan lightly, but his tone was not as calm as his expression: "If Senior Brother has this strength... Then don't blame the junior sister?"

With a step on his right foot, Mu Mengdie flew towards Leng Xiaohan.

I wanted to kick Mu Mengdie away, but before my foot was raised, Mu Mengdie had already come to Leng Xiaohan. Hurriedly used the demon to block Mu Mengdie's sword, Leng Xiaohan clearly saw a trace of white and blue flashing on Mu Mengdie's sword.

'This...' Before Leng Xiaohan could react, Mu Mengdie's attacks followed.

For a while, Leng Xiaohan couldn't even find the space to counterattack.

'This... Why is this little guy so fierce? It seems that he can only use other martial arts!'

Seizing the opportunity of Leng Xiaohan's distraction, Mu Mengdie directly picked up the demon in Leng Xiaohan's hand.

When Leng Xiaohan jumped up to catch the demon, Mu Mengdie directly threw away the sword in his hand and pulled out the ten-square sword on Leng Xiaohan's waist.

'Oops!'

"Bang!呯啷啷~"

The moment the sword fell to the ground, it exploded into pieces, from the tip of the sword to the tail of the sword, only the hilt was intact.

With his feet on the ground, Leng Xiaohan looked at Mu Mengdie in disbelief: "This is what you calculated?"

Five meters away, Mu Mengdie stroked the ten-square sword in his hand and nodded: "I guessed that Senior Brother's weapon must not be an ordinary weapon, so I naturally have to make plans early!"

'What a terrible fight! It seems that I have to move seriously!' looked at each other, and Leng Xiaohan became serious.

The two of them rushed towards each other at the same time, "Wow!" sparks flew around.

It's just that Leng Xiaohan still thinks highly of herself, or underestimates Mu Mengdie. Even if Leng Xiaohan got serious and added a hint of murderous aura, he still couldn't shock Mu Mengdie.

The swords in the hands of both sides collided again and again, and slowly Leng Xiaohan felt that his right hand was a little numb.

didn't miss any opportunity, Mu Mengdie once again picked up the demon in Leng Xiaohan's hands.

This time, Mu Mengdie didn't give Leng Xiaohan another chance, and the sword body slapped sideways, slapping Leng Xiaohan into the air. then jumped on top of Leng Xiaohan and stepped Leng Xiaohan on the ground.

Feeling the cold ground beneath him, Leng Xiaohan began to doubt life in a trance: 'Who am I?' What am I doing?'

Soon Leng Xiaohan was stimulated by the pain in his buttocks.

With one foot on Leng Xiaohan's back, Mu Mengdie stepped hard back and forth on Leng Xiaohan's ass with one foot: "Spank me, let you spank me!"

"Am I being pinned to the ground and spanked?, is the other party still an eleven-year-old girl?" Leng Xiaohan didn't want to believe this scene, but the pain in his ass told Leng Xiaohan that this was true.

After Leng Xiaohan's buttocks were high and swollen, Mu Mengdie jumped off Leng Xiaohan's back and clapped her hands: "Hmm." ~ I'll let you go for the time being, and see if you dare to be fierce with me in the future!"

After putting down a cruel sentence that was not a cruel word, Mu Mengdie jumped and walked towards the dormitory.

"Sword~" Leng Xiaohan stretched out his right hand and probed at Mu Mengdie's back.

The body stopped, the corners of Mu Mengdie's mouth twitched, and he whispered: "Do you dare to scold me?" It seems that you will have to 'learn' with your senior brother a few more times in the future!"

"Dong~" Although she was hit on the head by the sword, Leng Xiaohan was not angry at all: "Even if this girl has a conscience, she actually knows to return the tenfang sword to me." ’

Stretched out his hand and hurriedly picked up the sword, but the moment he saw it clearly, Leng Xiaohan howled loudly: "This is not my ten-square sword~"

Mu Mengdie, who had just walked out of the main hall, instantly understood that what Leng Xiaohan had just said was a 'sword' after hearing Leng Xiaohan's howl.

Looking at the sword in his arms, Mu Mengdie ran directly: "It turns out that you are a ten-square sword! You can follow me in the future! I am much stronger than your previous master." ”

As if he understood what Mu Mengdie was saying, the dark blue light on the ten-square sword flashed.

Very depressed, he pushed open the door of his room, and Leng Xiaohan lay directly on the bed.

When the first rays of sunlight fell on Leng Xiaohan, Leng Xiaohan opened his eyes and sat up.

Stretched out his hand to touch the demon cutter on the side, and took the demon cutter in his hand Leng Xiaohan was relieved: "Shifang has already left us, if you leave me again, then how can I live!"

He didn't ask Mu Mengdie if he had any plans to return the Ten Fang Sword, even if it was a blue medium-grade magic weapon.

"Even if it's for that girl's self-defense!When I build the foundation, it's time to teach that little guy how to build the foundation!" Thinking about Leng Xiaohan, he got up and walked towards the main hall.

Walking to the front of the main hall, the five children had already gathered, including the canopy that I didn't know where to run yesterday.

Seeing Leng Xiaohan, Mu Mengdie secretly hid behind Dongfang Yin again. In particular, the Ten Fang Sword has been hidden by Mu Mengdie in the Huoyun robe.

Walking to the steps, Leng Xiaohan looked at the five children seriously: "As the first generation of disciples of Guangya, some of you have already reached the twelfth level of Qi cultivation. As the chief senior disciple and the current acting head, senior brother can't be stingy..."