Fu Qingsong stood between Ye Qingguan and Lu Jinlin, his sword eyebrows upside down, and his eyes were cold. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Seeing this, Lu Jinlin was also shocked in his heart, such an important place as the Sword Washing Pool is never allowed to use force, if a Sword Washing disciple is disturbed and goes mad, the punishment he gets is definitely the most terrible.

"It's Jinlin who is reckless, please punish Senior Brother!" Lu Jinlin was arrogant in front of Ye Qingguan, but he looked very respectful in front of Fu Qingsong.

Fu Qingsong's face was stiff and said: "Fortunately, there are not many disciples who wash the sword today, punish you for cleaning the sword washing pool for half a month, and if you commit it again next time, you will never be spared!"

"Senior Brother Xie. Lu Jinlin breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he knew that the third senior brother's iron face was ruthless, and such a punishment was already light.

Fu Qingsong turned to look at Ye Qingguan, and the light flashed in his eyes: "Nian You are not a disciple of Changbai Mountain, just clean the sword grinding stone." ”

Ye Qingguan looked at him and said, "You said that I am not a disciple of Changbai Mountain, why should I be punished?"

Fu Qingsong's eyes instantly froze: "Are you questioning my decision?"

"Yes. Ye Qingguan's face never changed at all, and Su Xiaobai was speechless for a while, this guy really didn't eat oil and salt, and even the third senior brother of the iron mask dared to offend.

"If you enter my Changbai, you must abide by the rules of my Changbai, and it is best to put away the wild son brought out of your mother's womb!" Fu Qingsong said word by word, domineering.

Ye Qingguan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly quieted down, but Su Xiaobai's heart was cold for no reason, and the hairs on his body stood up.

"Do you say it again?" Ye Qingguan's face was still calm, but Fu Qingsong's whole body tensed, and he felt an incomparably murderous aura, as if he would burst out of the embankment in the next moment.

But even so, he still didn't flinch at all, when was he afraid of a seventeen-year-old hairy boy?

"I said, you'd better put away the wild son that you brought out of your mother's womb!" Fu Qingsong looked down at Ye Qingguan and said word by word again.

Zheng!

As soon as his words fell, a sonorous explosion sounded, and the incomparably terrifying murderous aura surged like a flood that burst the embankment, accompanied by a terrifying roar of terror, which made the sword pool set off many waves.

And at this moment, Huo Ran, the head of Changbai Mountain of the Taibai Palace, raised his head, and Lin Mulang, who was sleepy in the Dusk Smoke Garden, opened his eyes, his eyes shot a dazzling light, and in the Nine Swords Mansion, the face of the sword-wielding elder also changed instantly.

Fu Qingsong's heart also set off a stormy wave at this time, what kind of eyes were there, cold without the slightest emotion, rich and fierce murderous aura, it seemed to be even more terrifying than his master, and he wanted to suffocate.

Especially the long strip on his back, at this time, it was surging with the sword momentum of the sky, and the person was out of breath, and the whole heaven and earth were filled with cold sword qi.

Su Xiaobai felt that his scalp was about to explode, is this still the quiet teenager who cooks in Dusk Yanyuan, under his good-looking face, there is such a palpitating soul!

Lu Jinlin's face changed even more, remembering that he had just provoked Ye Qingguan, a cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back.

Although Fu Qingsong was shocked in his heart, what followed was an even stronger battle intent, he had such an amazing kendo cultivation at the age of seventeen, he really wanted to understand it.

Sonorous!

The others didn't move, but the ancient sword in his hand was half a foot out of the sheath, the sword body was transparent and crystalline, the light was brilliant, and every pore was spraying sword intent.

"Stop!" At this moment, a small but shocking voice sounded, and the head of Changbai Mountain, dressed in a dark blue robe, floated over, and when he saw the two people who were tense, a touch of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and he was not angry.

He raised his big hand, and just pressed it in the void like this, Fu Qingsong's ancient sword automatically returned to its sheath, and the sword momentum on Ye Qingguan's body was also pressed back, the wind was light and cloudy, but it was unfathomable.

"The sect is important, how can you be allowed to mess around like this?" The majestic eyes of the head of Changbai swept over the two of them, but he paused on the ancient sword behind Ye Qingguan, and there was a trace of trance in his eyes.

At this time, Lin Mulang and the sword elder also came from a distance, looking at the scene that had calmed down, they breathed a sigh of relief, but they all paused on Ye Qingguan.

"I don't care if you're a first-time offender, but I can't go unpunished. The head of Changbai continued, "Fu Qingsong went to the Sevenfold Sword Mansion to guard the Sword Mansion for half a month, Ye Qingguan, if you still want to go to the sect powerhouse, you need to go through the nine-fold sword pass, as long as you break through to the sixth level, you can go to the sect powerhouse at will." ”

"Thank you. Ye Qingguan restrained the killing intent on his body, and saluted the head of Changbai with Fu Qingsong.

The head of Changbai glanced at them, then turned and floated away.

Lin Mulang walked in front of Ye Qingguan at this time, circled around him, was amazed, and praised him: "Lao Lin, my vision is not bad, and he really has a future." ”

"I'm causing trouble to my seniors. Ye Qingguan said apologetically.

"It's okay, it's okay, the people in their vein, they just owe it to clean up, and they keep a straight face all day long, as if someone owes him a lot of money, and if I meet him in the future, I will carry it for you. Lin Mulang patted his chest as if he hadn't seen the Sword Elder and Fu Qingsong.

Ye Qingguan and Su Xiaobai glanced at each other, and could only smile bitterly.

The sword elder's dark face darkened even more, and he snorted heavily, and then brushed his sleeves and left.

Fu Qingsong also raised his steps at this time, took a deep look at Ye Qingguan, and walked towards the sword house in the distance.

And this thrilling confrontation between the two spread all over Changbai Mountain in the shortest possible time, and no one expected that the young man who came up to the mountain to ask for things not only did not restrain in the slightest, but was even stronger than Fu Qingsong!

Walking on the way back to the Dusk Smoke Garden, Su Xiaobai's eyes widened and he smoked the sword on Ye Qingguan's back, and said, "Brother Ye, what kind of divine weapon is this sword of yours, it's terrifying! I bet it must be a peerless sword in the top fifty of the Sword Pavilion." ”

Ye Qingguan just wanted to say something, but Lin Mulang interrupted him and said, "The name of that sword is a taboo, not only for you and me, but also for everyone in the world, you'd better not ask, and don't inquire." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Ye Qingguan meaningfully: "You too, don't say the name of this sword easily, it's good for anyone." ”

Ye Qingguan was stunned, the thirteenth uncle had also told him like this, he really didn't understand, what kind of power did this sword have, even the name was taboo?

Su Xiaobai scratched his head on the side, why couldn't he ask if he didn't understand the name of a sword?

However, he has always respected Master, especially when Master is serious, and he will always take any advice to him in mind.

Back at Dusk Smoke Garden, it was already nightfall, Ye Qingguan sat cross-legged on the bed as usual, just about to vomit and cultivate, but suddenly covered his mouth and coughed a few times, and a few traces of red blood oozed from between his fingers!

The root of the disease has not been removed, after all, it is still a little reluctant, Ye Qingguan sighed secretly.

He condensed and calmed down, holding Yuan Shouyi, the long strip lying horizontally on his knees, completely fused with his breath, rhythmic with his breath, as if he had life.

"Whoa!"

Snake-like white qi came out from Ye Qingguan's mouth and nose, circled around the ancient sword, became a little stronger after tempering, and was sucked into Ye Qingguan's body, and so on, endlessly.