The moon is like a sickle, and the night is like water.

A huge teleportation array in the Immortal Mountain was magnificent, and dozens of murderous figures appeared in the array.

Everyone was stained red with blood, and their white clothes were cast into a black carapace by the coagulated blood.

The fierce and iron-blooded faces looked around, the long sword that was still dripping blood was full of gaps, and the slender sword body was already scarred.

Standing at the forefront was a waist-length woman with her hair like a cloud and an iceberg.

On the beautiful cheek, a scar that ran through the entire face was like an ugly centipede across the face.

The fair-skinned and slender palms are mostly calluses sharpened by the sword, and there are still Sen Bai's brains on the half-broken long sword.

She was surrounded by the crowd and walked out of the teleportation array.

Breathing hard the fresh air of the night, she said in a somewhat tired voice: "Rest for three days, replenish equipment and supplies, although this harvest is rich, there are also many juniors and disciples who have died."

She turned around and glanced at the people who followed closely behind and said: "I don't know who else can't return next time, but this is the path of sword cultivation, if you want to hone yourself, you have to fight with your life, gather here at noon on the third day, I won't force the junior brother who doesn't want to go, but the road of the strong is like a mountain of bones, and whoever can come back alive next time will be handed over to the heavens."

The people around respectfully gave her a sword salute, and dozens of blood-colored sword lights rose into the sky and scattered to all corners of the Immortal Mountain.

On the second day, the disciples of the entire Immortal Mountain were boiling, and countless disciples rushed to tell each other.

The Bulao Mountain, which is like water on weekdays, is like boiling water in a pot, and the voices of people are boiling and noisy.

Lin Fan, who was standing under the waterfall and kept practicing his sword, was disturbed by the noisy voices, frowned slightly, and glanced at Zhang Lei, who was practicing in the distance.

Seeing the impatience in Lin Fan's eyes, Zhang Lei understood the meaning, and quickly left the valley to understand the situation outside.

There was not much time, Zhang Lei turned around excitedly, he quickly came to Lin Fan's side and said in an excited tone: "Senior brother, it is the senior sister of this sect who returned to the mountain in the secret realm of the sword ruins, I heard that the team led by the senior sister this time harvested Bofeng, and sold all kinds of items this afternoon, and many disciples rushed to the Fang Market under the mountain to open their eyes, hehe, there are many treasures and even Jindan monks will go, but unfortunately it is too expensive for us disciples to hope for."

"Senior sister?"

Lin Fan read softly in his mouth, he looked at Zhang Lei, who was excited, and asked, "Is there any senior sister in this sect besides me?"

Zhang Lei smiled on his face, took a few breaths and said: " This door has always had a senior brother and senior sister are the ancestors of the seal, but in this generation there are several senior sisters with high skills, the same realm no one is her enemy, even if the previous senior brother who has broken through to Jindan has also been defeated under her sword, in recent years, the senior sister has been leading the elite disciples to do life and death in the secret realm of the sword ruins in order to break through the golden pill, each time I go back to the mountain only to rest for three days, to make some supplements, although the secret realm of the sword ruins is dangerous, but there are also many treasures, we monks who have no foundation will enter it sooner or later with their lives to fight some resources to impact the realm of the golden pill”。

After speaking, Zhang Lei's face was a little gloomy.

Lin Fan patted his shoulder with his hand and scolded with a smile: "Young man, you are too far away, let's enter the foundation building realm first!"

With the clear pool water, Lin Fan cleaned the sweat on his cheeks, walked out of the valley, and went to the Fang Market under the mountain to see what was so strange about the treasures that Zhang Lei said.

Zhang Lei and the others were left in the valley by him to continue cultivating.

In an ethereal attic, the elder sister was half-leaning in front of the window, caressing her waterfall-like hair with a pink comb.

A red lip was clumsily coated with a thick layer of lipstick, but the ever-changing slender hands used in swordsmanship could not paint a complete pair of curved eyebrows for herself.

The delicate comb in her hand was like a thousand pounds in her hand, and before she could tidy up her hair, the comb turned into crumbs and scattered in her hand.

Her crooked eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and her calloused palms took out a silver mask in her arms and tapped her cheeks gently.

Standing up, a white sword robe danced lightly in the wind, she tied her waist-high hair behind her back with a red rope.

With his backhand, he carried a long sword behind his back, stepped out, and walked along the stone steps of the winding mountain towards the fang market at the foot of the mountain.

In the verdant mountains, a hundred flowers bloom and the air is fragrant.

The perennial tense nerves gradually relaxed, the senior sister was slender and light, and wherever she passed, there was no disciple who did not bow her head and salute.

Lin Fan wanted to walk down the mountain quickly, but after walking for a while, he found that a big hole had been ground out at the tip of his boot.

A toe flashes in the big hole from time to time.

In the past, Lin Fanhui didn't care, at this time, he was also the senior brother of many disciples after all, and wearing torn shoes rarely damaged his current image.

He took off his shoes and looked at the sun, and the hole was so big that it made him a little embarrassed.

"How can a person who cares so much about his appearance be able to achieve the position of a senior brother, this makes me really strange, can you tell me that your image is more important than the sword in your heart?".

The voice was like a lark, but the tone was sternly questioned.

Lin Fan was stunned when he heard this, and looked up.

Not far in front of him was a woman with a silver mask and a snow-white sword robe.

Her long hair fluttered in the wind, and a pair of clear eyes looked at Lin Fan coldly through the mask on her cheeks.

Senior sister, this person is wearing a hundred battle sword robes and is the same as him.

Lin Fan looked at the senior sister who was a little sarcastic about him, threw the shoes in his hand far down the mountain, and said with one foot on his shoes and one foot barefoot: "Since the sword in your heart is more important than your image, do you dare to take off the mask on your cheeks and walk with me like this?"

The senior sister was silent for a long time, speechless.

Lin Fan smiled and said, "It seems that you are nothing more than that."

After speaking, ** one foot, walked down the mountain.

At this time, there was a resolute voice from behind Lin Fan: "Why not, I'm just afraid that you don't dare to walk with me, after all, the monks who have seen my face will be frightened by me, the reason why I wear a mask is not because I am beautiful, but because I want to have fewer frightened eyes."

Lin Fan's heart was happy, and when he turned to look, he saw a white palm gently removing the mask from his cheek, revealing a disgusting and terrifying cheek.

The centipede-like scar on the girl's face was terrifying.

The senior sister tucked the mask in her sleeve, her eyes were clear and innocent, and she didn't care.

Lin Fan was stunned at first, but also looked at the scar on her face with clear eyes.

After a long time, he said: "The person who injured you has excellent swordsmanship, it must be the left-handed swordsmanship, the sword body is poisonous and can corrode the skin, otherwise this sword wound will not be able to leave a scar on your cheek, give me three days, I should be able to remove the toxins from the skin for you, and return your original face."

The senior sister said with a slight tremor in her fingers: "Don't say something big first, the person who hurt me has died under my sword, this sword is its sword, if you can do it, I can take you into the land of sword ruins to experience!"

After speaking, she pulled out the sword behind her and threw it in front of Lin Fan.

Lin Fan picked up the sword, and without even looking at it, the backhand sword cut the same scar on his cheek as the senior sister's cheek.

Bright red blood flowed down Lin Fan's cheeks, he threw the sword with his backhand, looked at the stunned senior sister and said, "At this time, I am qualified to walk with the senior sister."

After speaking, Lin Fan gave a deep sword salute to the senior sister and said: Senior brother Lin Fan invites the senior sister to accompany him!".

Senior Sister looked at Lin Fan, who was covered in blood, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to be an interesting person, Senior Sister Ji Wuwu admires."

As he spoke, the two looked at each other and laughed, and walked down the mountain side by side.