Although he was a little unclear about the state, after Su Nan entered the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, he still chased directly towards Xiaoyu.

It's just that as soon as he chased in front of him, Su Nan couldn't help pinching his nose.

Xiao Ding and Job's disgust is even more disgusted.

"Why does it stink? Where did you find it, what's in there?" asked Job, pointing to a wooden barrel on the side of Xiaoyu's burden.

Whether it is a demon clan or a monk, as long as the cultivation reaches above the foundation, there is no need to eat, and even if you eat, you don't need to reincarnate the five grains.

Job hadn't even seen a dung bucket.

Su Nan's brows were also deeply furrowed, "Senior Brother Xiao, why are you doing this?"

Xiaoyu is a dignified Jindan monk, and he actually picks up dung for people!

This place is not far from the gate, Xiaoyu said loudly with a straight face: "I don't know you, and you are not from our Gutan Sword Sect, you hurry up!"

At this time, Li Si came over, saw Su Nan, first had a happy face, and then took out the spirit whip and whipped it.

The whip struck on a wooden barrel, on which the rope attached to the burden, and immediately broke, and the dung bucket rolled on the ground, and black and yellow things flowed all over the ground.

As an even stronger smell came, Xiaoyu's face turned angry.

Li Si then knocked out the barrel on the other side, and then looked at Xiaoyu coldly and sneered:

"Why don't you hurry up and pack up all these things and pick them up, defile this place, and annoy my master and them, how many lives do you have enough to die?"

After the turtle spirit real person became a mortal, he couldn't accept the truth and committed suicide.

After his death, those who had been oppressed by him before vented their anger on the dozen or so people of the Gutan Sword Sect.

Today, there are only five of a dozen people left.

Xiaoyu is one of them.

Originally, the mortal women who the Turtle Spirit True Person asked the monk to capture should have been sent back at this time.

But in order to torture Xiaoyu and the others, those monks not only sent the hundreds of mortal women away, but also let them eat and drink every day, and then let Xiaoyu and them pick up dung and water the flowers.

Li Si's words reminded Xiaoyu of the torture suffered by those dead comrades, even if they die, they will not die easily, and even if they die, they will continue to be abused corpses and souls.

The end is more painful than death.

What little arrogance and self-esteem he had left was completely gone, and he bowed his head weakly and shoveled the dirt mixed with dung into the wooden barrel with a shovel.

Li Si whipped over again, "Who let you use a shovel, give me your hands!"

Xiaoyu's eyes widened, and she couldn't wait to pounce on Li Si and swallow Li Si alive.

But now that his cultivation has been sealed, he is not much better than mortals, how can he be the opponent of Li Si in the Jindan period?

But let him use his sword-wielding hands to carry dung, he can't do it!

Li Si sneered, "It seems that if you don't suffer a little, you won't have a long memory!"

Another whip was whipped.

Xiaoyu quickly closed his eyes, without aura protection, how painful this whip would be, he had already experienced it.

But the whip did not fall on him as he expected, but was tightly grasped by Su Nan.

"Li Si, you're too much, aren't you?"

Su Nan glared at Li Si angrily and said.

But in fact, as soon as she grabbed the whip with both hands, she regretted it a little, even if Brother Jindan waved it casually, it was not something she could easily catch.

My hands hurt so much!

It's definitely broken!

Li Si deliberately snubbed Su Nan before, but when he saw that she couldn't help but start talking, he laughed.

"Yo, it turned out to be you? What, are you going to give these scum of the Gutan Sword Sect a head, or are you originally a member of the Gutan Sword Sect?"

The people of the Gutan Sword Sect are now the public enemies of the Phantom Spirit Realm, and everyone will be punished.

When Li Si's words landed, five Jindan monks who were passing by immediately stopped and looked at Su Nan and the three of them with unkind expressions.

"Hmph!" Su Nan snorted coldly, "You know best who I am, I'm just a loose cultivator who was oppressed by you before." ”

The five Jindan monks stopped staring at Su Nan and continued to walk forward.

There weren't many people around, so Su Nan lowered his voice, pointed at Xiaoyu and said to Li Si: "Don't you want to practice the formula of the Qi Spiritual Liquid? I don't have the formula, but I have a copy of each of the eighteen kinds of spiritual liquid, I will give it to you, and you can lend this person to me for use." ”

Li Si looked at Xiaoyu's gaze, but it became even colder, "What, you still want a beautiful woman to save a hero?"

Su Nan didn't have such a high spiritual consciousness, she just wanted to practice the sword edge.

And in addition to practicing the sword blade, it must be opened by itself once every ten years, and the disciples of the Gutan Sword Sect must use a special method to open it.

Now apart from Xiaoyu, Su Nan doesn't know anyone from the Gutan Sword Sect.

Li Si kept looking at them with a cold gaze, not saying yes or no.

Su Nan soon became impatient and shouted, "Do you want to change or not?"

"Who's making a noise outside!"

In a palace floating on top of a low peak, a primordial monk walked out and shouted at the bottom.

And after that Yuanying Monk, a few more people came out, all of them Yuanying Monks.

They had been discussing the distribution of cultivation resources in the treasure house of the Xuanyuan Sword in the palace before, but they had been arguing for a long time and had not come up with a result.

At this time, everyone is in a bad mood, and they are naturally even more unhappy when they listen to the noise below.

Qiao Bu tugged at Su Nan's sleeve, quietly slapped a talisman on her, and then whispered, "Let's run away." ”

Not to mention those Yuanying monks, even Li Si in front of him, and the group of Jindan monks not far away, they can't beat it.

Su Nan pushed Qiao Bu away, and then clasped his fists at those Yuanying monks and bowed: "Hello seniors! ”

A Yuanying monk began to take steps, he stepped on the void, and walked in front of Su Nan from the palace on the mountain in a few steps.

"This is not a place where you can go wild, but since you're here, don't go!"

The Yuanying monk said and grabbed it with his big hand, and a huge aura hand attacked, wanting to crush Su Nan directly.

But the infant monk found that he couldn't hold it at all, as if something extremely hard stopped him.

Su Nan took down the Xuanyuan Spirit Sword on his back, and then untied the thick cloth wrapped around it.

When the Xuanyuan Spirit Sword was completely exposed in front of everyone, everyone's faces turned shocked.

"You...... How could the Xuanyuan Spirit Sword be in your hands?"

Everyone seemed to be afraid of this sword, and even the Yuan Infant Monk couldn't help but step back step by step, as if that sword was the most terrifying thing in the world.

Su Nan leaned towards him with the spirit sword, "Senior, I heard that this sword flew out of the Gutan Sword Sect's sword training blade, so now I want to send him back, you see?"

The Yuanying Monk had already turned pale with fright, and after there was no way to retreat, he shouted in horror: "You, don't come here!"

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