Time passes like a handful of clear water in the palm of your hand.

When Ji Wuwu stepped out of the Zizhu attic in retreat, there was still a day before the sect competition.

Standing on the top of the attic, her long hair danced in the wind.

A pair of jade-like slender hands are as bright as brocade, although her aura is still a little fluctuating at this time, but her cultivation has broken through to the realm of Jindan.

Ji Wuwu took out the silver mask and covered his beautiful face, and chuckled like a silver bell in his mouth.

The snow-white clothes were unfurled, turning into a streamer of light and flying towards Lin Fan's valley.

Outside the silent valley, several monks sat on the ground in embarrassment.

A huge python head sticks out of the valley from time to time, and a pair of cold and bloodthirsty eyes are full of cold light.

"We just came to visit Lin Fan, why are you so domineering and stop us outside the valley?"

Several young people who were slumped on the ground, with angry faces, looked at the pitch-black python and shouted.

A breeze blew lightly, and a young man in a brocade robe sat cross-legged on a tall bluestone at the mouth of the valley.

He looked at the few people sitting on the ground with a pair of triangular eyes, and said disdainfully: "If you give some gifts, I can collect them on your behalf, but you and a few others dare to recommend a stupid pig-like woman to my brother-in-law, if I don't kill you, I will be very affectionate, don't you get out of here!"

"You are strong, we are just introducing a few handmaidens with outstanding looks for Lin Fan, why not, you are strong in Wolong Mountain, and you can't take care of Lin Fan's private affairs!"

"Get out!".

A soft roar sounded in the young man's mouth, and a black wind blew on the ground, throwing several monks who were sitting on the ground dozens of feet.

In the long and narrow stone steps, several people rolled down like leather balls, all with blue noses and swollen faces, and a pair of fire-breathing eyes stared at the tall boy before they hated to go away after a long time.

Looking at the few people who were embarrassed, the black iron head who turned into a human form looked proud, and said to himself with disdain: "Why hasn't the eldest lady written to me yet, it's been more than two months, is there anything wrong with it?"

"Stampede"

There was a sound of light footsteps, and the cold triangular eyes of the black iron head shrank slightly.

At the mouth of the valley, a woman with a silver mask on her face, a sheathed sword on her waist, and a white dress dressed in snow appeared.

The snow-white collar is embroidered with two blood-red characters "Hundred Battles".

The woman's white fingers were like green onions, lightly holding on the hilt of the sword, and a pair of beautiful eyes seemed to have sword energy.

She raised her eyes and looked at the black iron head sitting high on the bluestone, and the Qinglian under her feet moved slightly, walking towards the valley.

The black iron head's venomous little eyes flashed, and a silver knife appeared on the white fingertips.

The silver knife danced on his fingertips like an elf, and a trace of smoke-like murderous aura gradually appeared on the silver flashing knife.

The woman didn't seem to notice, but still walked quickly, and just as she was about to step into the valley, a cold voice sounded.

"Get out, take a step forward, slash you under the knife!".

Hei Tietou stood up, grasped the hilt of the knife in his hand, and said with a ruthless expression: "Although you are a disciple of the Flying Immortal Sword Sect, if you dare to take a step forward, I will kill you!"

The slender foot that the woman had just stepped out of slowly retracted, and said softly: "You dare to stop me?

As soon as the woman's words fell, the pupils under the silver mask suddenly looked at the black iron head on the bluestone.

The two eyes met in mid-air.

The black iron head trembled, the murderous aura of the silver knife in his hand dimmed, and a sword peak thousands of zhang high appeared in the pupils of the eyes he looked at the woman.

It was pitch black in front of him, and it seemed that there was a long sword that reached the sky, breaking through the sky, and above the endless sky, it was cut by the big sword, and the whole sky and the earth trembled under this big sword.

The sword qi broke through the sky, and there was only one big sword in his entire spiritual world that went down beyond the sky, and the blade of the sword pointed at his own head.

"Ahh

The black iron head looked frightened, his whole body was stiff, three mouthfuls of blood were sprayed in his mouth, the silver knife in his hand slashed through the palm of his hand, his body took a few steps back, and he fell on the high bluestone.

"When"

The silver knife fell, and he prostrated himself at the woman's feet.

He opened his mouth sharply, desperately gasping for breath, and his white face was as blue as lack of oxygen at this time.

The vicious triangular eyes were full of horror, as if the woman's casual glance just now could kill his consciousness.

The woman snorted softly and stepped into the valley.

Black Iron Head's wildly beating heart eased slightly, when did the Flying Immortal Sword Sect have such a master, his lowered pupils turned wildly.

It is absolutely impossible, this woman's breath is floating, and it seems that she has just entered Jindan, but the sword intent in her eyes is definitely not the wind intent contained in the "Qingfeng Eighteen Swords" of the Flying Immortal Sword Sect.

The sword intent in the woman's eyes is domineering, and her intention can destroy the heavens and the earth, is this woman Lin Fan's concubine.

When Hei Tietou thought of this, he only broke out in a cold sweat, if the eldest lady knew that he couldn't stop this woman in the future, she wouldn't skin and debone him.

Just when he was entangled, a pair of petite and delicate feet appeared in his low eyes again.

The black iron head raised his ugly cheeks, revealing a smile that he thought was kind and said: "Even if you are Lin Fan's fellow disciple, you can enter the valley, this is a misunderstanding, I have no intention of blocking it!"

The woman's silver mask reflected a dazzling brilliance in the sunlight, which made the black iron head narrow his round eyes slightly.

The woman's snow-white clothes danced lightly in the wind, and a faint fragrance was like blue water and green lotus.

She looked down at the colorful storage ring flashing on her fingers and said softly: "I heard just now that you collected gifts for Lin Fan, you must know that Lin Fan's property should be in the hands of his Taoist companion, if I don't know, it would be fine, but since I know, then I should be in charge, it seems that you have collected a lot of money for him these days, how can this be let outsiders take charge, I think you should hand it over, if you really want to lose it, it's not good to say!"

Hei Tietou's face stiffened, his palm full of storage rings shrank behind him, and he kept arguing: "Lin Fan is my brother-in-law, how can you be considered an outsider, you are clearly interested in seeing wealth."

Under the woman's silver mask, her eyes were cold, and she said disdainfully: "Brother-in-law, you are thinking too far away, and the person who can really be a companion for him can only be me Ji Wuwu!"

"Do you want to take out the storage ring as soon as possible, or do you want to wait for me to take your ten fingers with me?"

A trace of cold chill rushed on the black iron head's back, and he roared in his heart: "Ji Wuwu, okay! When the eldest lady arrives, I will take revenge for this treasure grab!"

One, two, three, a whole ten rings full of various treasures were quickly taken off by him, stacked on the ground, and said with a trembling cheek: "All the items are here, you see ......."

The sword in the woman's hand roared slightly, the heart of the black iron head jumped suddenly, and the woman's white palm in her eyes was still pressed on the hilt.

Scare me, Lao Tzu is the young patriarch of the black python clan in Wolong Mountain, I haven't seen anything in the world, and if you want to scare me, there is no door.

Although he scolded wildly in his heart, he had a smile on his cheeks, after all, a hero does not suffer immediate losses.

At this moment, a fresh breeze blew, and the black hair in front of the black iron head flew in the air.

The black iron head looked at the black hair that went away with the wind, his eyes were glazed, and his hands touched the top of his head.

Round and smooth, even flies will split on the top of his head and weep.

Looking at the slender hand that was still lightly pressing the hilt of the sword, the eyeballs in the triangular eyes of the black iron head almost rolled to the ground.

Fast sword, how can there be a fast sword in the world that makes him not feel the sword?

Thinking about the sound of the sword I just heard, could it be the sound of a long sword entering the sheath?

The woman reached out and pinched a pitch-black black hair in the air, strung ten rings together, hung them on a ribbon around her waist, and turned and walked into the valley

When the woman's figure disappeared, the black-iron-headed monster screamed, turned into a small snake the thickness of a thumb, and burrowed headlong into a crack in the rock.

He coiled his body up and plunged his head into the depths of the crack, swearing trembling in his heart.

If the eldest lady doesn't come, he will never show up, and the outside world is dangerous to him.

Walking in the quiet valley, the wind seems to be full of her familiar breath.

Ji Wuwu remembered that Lin Fan used his blood-covered fingers to lightly scratch his cheeks.

The warmth on her fingertips and the persistence of her seriousness, her cheeks under the mask were as red as peach blossoms.

Her heart that only lives for the way of the sword was marked by the boy in the bottom of her heart.

I wish to win the heart of one person, and the white head will not be separated.

As Ji Wuwu went deeper into the valley, he faintly saw a bamboo platform made of green bamboo, which was like a mist.

Dozens of feet away from the bamboo platform, there is a white cloud, which sprinkles the vitality like water droplets like rain.

"Purr, purr"

The sound of a giant beast sleeping soundly came from the bamboo platform, and the breath that made Ji Wuwu extremely familiar came to his face.

Under her silver mask, a pair of beautiful eyes flashed, and although there was disappointment in her heart, the eyebrows on her cheeks were bent into two crescents.

Feeling the incomparably strong aura on the bamboo platform, Ji Wuwu said softly: "Even if you can step through the sky, I want you to paint my eyebrows red."

"Zheng"

In the palm of the white hand, a sword shining with cold light came out of its sheath.

The sword in the monk's hand existed for killing, and Ji Wuwu actually danced the long sword lightly and danced for him in front of Lin Fan's bamboo tower.

The sword danced in her white hand, her slender body writhing clumsily like a singer, and her slender feet like green lotus under her feet sometimes turned, sometimes raised high.

If the disciples of the Flying Immortal Sword Sect were allowed to see their senior sister dancing so lightly, I was afraid that the entire Immortal Mountain would be a sensation.

Ji Wuwu's sword dance is not very beautiful, it can be described as clumsy.

But there was seriousness in her eyes, she had never thought of doing such an act for a person, even if he couldn't see it.

The sword sliced through the air, making a subtle whistling sound, and with the rhythm of the sword roar, she sang in a heavenly voice.

"There is beauty for the scale clan, and the submarine has to follow. Biaoqi Chu Yun Bao, the expression of wisdom is called the dragon. The big gully is thousands of miles long, and the deep spring is nine solid. The clouds are rising, and the waves are still rushing. The immortal mountain roars to the sky, stepping on the immortal ladder to the sky, and the sword marks are known,

What a blessing to meet".

The sword dance is beautiful, and the song is like a heavenly sound.

The murderous sword qi was as tender as water at this time.

On the bamboo tower covered by vitality, with Ji Wuwu's ethereal singing, the smoke-like white mist gradually rolled up.

The snoring sound slowly stopped, and after dozens of breaths, a five-clawed silver dragon was faintly seen rising into the air in the sky.

The supreme majesty of the dragon's head sucked in suddenly, and the vitality shrouded in the valley was swallowed up in one gulp.

The silver dragon flying in the air turned into a handsome young man, dressed in a linen robe and his long silver hair reaching to his waist.

The white fist slammed into the sky.

An earth-shattering dragon roar came out of Lin Fan's fist, and at the fist wind, a hundred zhang range was blasted out of an arc by him.

The air that exploded in all directions flew like a sword, and he stood in the air, his long hair flying.