Because of Situ Jin's bizarre death, the name Lan Feng began to spread gradually, and most of the monks on Nameless Island were familiar with these two words. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although Qingfeng Pavilion lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests, it also had disciples who specialized in understanding the external situation, so he was still well aware of everything that happened in the cultivation realm.

"Nanshuang, is Situ Jin dead?" The light purple gauze tent had already been lifted and tied to the pillars on both sides, as light as snow sat on the glass chair in the middle, with a solemn gaze.

"Yes, now the Seven Star Sect has been recovered by the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. The woman in white with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes stood in Her Highness and bowed her head in reply.

"The ...... of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect" was as light as the snow and the waves of his eyes turned slightly, and he muttered, "That Qiu Mo who came here last time is a disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, right?"

Nanshuang raised her eyebrows slightly, and said with a respectful smile: "The head of the sect doesn't know, last time after they left, the disciple felt that their whereabouts were suspicious, and he had already sent someone to inquire, and the Ten Thousand Swords Sect had no hatred at all." In fact, the purpose of their adventure is to steal the samiso in your hand. ”

"You did a good job, but since you came here for the three-flavor fruit, why did you leave quietly in the end and go to the auction?"

"I also thought about this question, and finally had a rough guess. Nanshuang's eyes flashed, and she touched her chin and said with a smile: "Master, do you know who the man who came that day is?"

Light as snow showed puzzlement in her eyes, muttered a little, and frowned: "Could it be the head of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect?"

"You're right, you're the head of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect...... Wait a minute, I'm a little thirsty, so I'll drink saliva first. Nan Shuang walked quickly to the coffee table on the side, poured a glass of water and took a sip of his stomach, and then said: "I also heard from the monks who participated in the auction that Lan Feng, the head of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, has been hiding deep and has always been known as Qiu ......."

"Wait!" Light as Xue suddenly stood up, interrupted Nanshuang's words, and said with a torch in her eyes: "What did you just say about the head of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect?"

Nanshuang put down the cup in her hand, looked at the light as snow strangely, and muttered, "Lan Feng, does the head think there is something wrong?"

"Are you sure?"

The hands, which were as light as snow, had begun to tremble slightly.

Nanshuang showed a hint of surprise in her eyes, the head of the family has always been in danger, and now when she hears a person's name, why is she suddenly so excited?

Frowning, Nanshuang said solemnly: "I'm sure that the head of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is called Lan Feng." ”

Seeing the excited expression of Light as Snow, Nanshuang continued: "Blue is the blue of the blue sky, and the maple is the maple of the maple tree. ”

Hearing this name, her body was as light as snow, and she sat down on the ground, and a hot tear slipped from the corner of her eye.

"He's not dead......"

Nanshuang was stunned, and hurriedly stepped forward to help Light as Snow, but was pushed away.

"Nanshuang, you go down first, I want to be alone for a while. ”

Nanshuang frowned, wanted to say something but stopped talking, with doubts in her head, she slowly withdrew from the hall and disappeared into the dark night.

"Bang dang. ”

The moment the door of the main hall closed, a light purple veil as light as snow slowly fell and fell to the ground.

It was a face that was full of country and city, with a pair of purple jade-like eyes embedded in it, and under the high bridge of the nose, the thin lips were slightly white, and it seemed to be a little weak.

The skin is better than snow, the eyebrows are picturesque, and the stunner in the world is unique.

If Lan Feng saw it, he would definitely be able to recognize it at a glance, this woman was none other than Mo Li, who had given up the light for him.

In the more than two hundred years since the old pharmacist left, in order to avoid the tracking of the envoy of the Snow Land, she mixed into the Qingfeng Pavilion under the pseudonym Light as Snow, worked hard to practice for a hundred years, and sat in the position of the head of the house, just so that one day she could kill Situ Jin and rebuild the Ziyan Sect.

Unexpectedly, Situ Jin died suddenly and mysteriously a few days ago, and the murderer turned out to be the head of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

Although the revenge has been avenged, she is always not at ease in her heart, until she hears the name Lan Feng, she suddenly realizes.

"Brother Lan, the last time you left, did you recognize me?" Mo Li showed a trace of tenderness on his face and chuckled, "You still remember me, right?"

If love is a small boat, no matter how far it drifts, it will always dock, then at this moment, it has found its own island, and it is time to stop.

Standing up, Mo Li patted the ash on his clothes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and slowly walked towards the outside of the hall.

In late autumn, all the leaves have fallen, leaving only the bare trunks, which sway wildly under the blowing of the autumn wind.

The moon and stars are scarce, the surroundings are quiet, there are no other pedestrians on the road, only a graceful and colorful figure, slowly advancing.

After climbing over a hill and walking down the basin, he unconsciously came to the gate of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and a sigh came out of the woman's mouth.

"Who, don't you see that it's night?" At the gate of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, a light curtain suddenly appeared, and immediately, the two disciples walked out with impatient expressions, and when they saw Mo Li, their eyes flickered slightly, and their tone became very different from just now.

"Ouch, I'm going, where did such a beautiful woman fall, are you going to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to apprentice to the Tao?" a disciple asked with a smile as he stared at Mo Li's face intently.

Mo Li's eyes flashed slightly, and he nodded lightly without knowing what he was thinking.

"I didn't say it sooner. The other disciple looked at Mo Li's figure with a squint, raised his thick eyebrows, and said jokingly: "The Ten Thousand Swords Sect has indeed been recruiting new disciples recently, but the head of the sect has strict requirements, if you can't pass our three rounds of tests, you are still not qualified to join my Ten Thousand Swords Sect." ”

Mo Li raised his head and stared at the empty space in front of him, and frowned, "Yes." ”

"Confident, let's get started. As he spoke, one of the disciples opened the door to the first level.

The first level is still the same as usual, using the Spirit Breaking Needle to test the disciple's own endurance and aura fluctuations, this level is not easy to pass.

In recent days, there have been countless disciples who have come to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to report, and there are also many female cultivators, because they are not mortals, so they basically can't even pass the first layer, and can only be eliminated.

But Mo Li passed it very easily, and he didn't even frown.

"It's kind of interesting, so let's move on. A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the two disciples, and in their place was an essence of interest.

In the second level, the spirit root was tested, and the result was unexpected, and clusters of light blue flames spontaneously ignited in the aperture in mid-air, which did not disappear for a long time.

"You are also an ice spirit root disciple?" The blue light flashed in the eyes of the two disciples, they frowned, and said cautiously, "Now enter the third level." ”