All the people of the Immortal Sect were observing the young man in front of him, who did not look good, and his thin body was covered with a black dress that looked a little wide. Although there was joy in his eyes, he didn't show it on his face.

Wu Qiutian, a big man, was sandwiched in a pile of fat powder, which was somewhat unnatural. He walked over to the witch spirit with an embarrassed expression, and didn't say a word, allowing the others to look at him curiously.

As soon as he saw the witch spirit, he immediately became lively: "Hey, witch spirit, I'm fine, it's okay." ”

Wu Ling was also quite excited, but the knife-like gaze behind her made her dare not show it. deliberately said with a straight face: "Don't you owe you and me anymore, what are you doing!"

Wu Qiutian's smile froze on his face, and he didn't know how to answer. At that time, it was because of Wu Ling's disrespectful words that he was so angry that he said such words, but he didn't expect Wu Ling to remember those words in his heart.

He wanted to give up his longing for the witch spirit, but after so many years of silent liking, it wasn't that he could forget it.

After a while, Wu Xianyun shouted at everyone: "All cultivate! Ling'er, you come with me. ”

Wu Ling followed Wu Xianyun to the corner, and Wu Ling said with some concern: "Mother, what's wrong?

Wu Xianyun didn't answer directly, but admonished: "Don't worry, that kid has a special identity, let you cultivate with him, I think it's also his own request." Don't worry too much, practice with ~one~this~read~small~say~ybdu with him, teach him some of the most basic techniques, and don't have too much intersection with him. ”

The little head hung low, buried in the chest that was beginning to take shape, and the white clothes were fluttering in the wind, looking weak.

After speaking, Wu Xianyun left without looking back. Wu Qiutian's life experience, she only knows a few things, and the actual situation is definitely not as clear as the Heavenly Witch Ancestor.

The Witch Spirit Boss reluctantly walked back to Wu Qiutian's side, and said coldly: "Let's go!"

Even though she was very cold, Wu Qiutian was still very happy, the moment he had been looking forward to for many years had finally arrived, and it was a great blessing for him to finally be able to stand by her side today.

Wu Qiutian honestly followed behind Wu Ling, where the Immortal Hall Library Pavilion was located.

Xianmen mainly practices sword moves, some of the style of the Shushan sword school, sword moves are not owned by Wumen, but the product of stealing from Shushan.

In the process of learning, Wu Qiutian found that his cultivation speed was simply different from before, and he never forgot the ten lines at a glance, and these talents that only existed in geniuses seemed to become innate in him overnight. Only occasionally, he could also perceive a faint aura in his body slowly rising from the dantian, fleeting.

Although it was only for a moment, it gave him a great encouragement. At the same time, his progress also surprised Wu Qi very much, she felt the sword intent, you must know that when she first started practicing, it took three months to practice the first wisp of sword intent. In this way, she is also known as a rare genius in Xianmen in a hundred years.

It was difficult to hide the surprise in his heart, and the witch spirit began to have a new understanding of Wu Qiutian.

The small sword formed by the condensation of witch breath was not very stable, and it lasted for a moment before it collapsed. However, this is already a rapid progress, and it is impossible for ordinary disciples to condense the witch sword without a year or two.

Wu Qiutian scratched his head embarrassedly: "The time is too short, it's useless, I'm too stupid." ”

Wu Ling pouted and said dissatisfiedly, "This is still slow? ”

The tone of some jealousy made Wu Qiutian feel very embarrassed, and after asking and comforting him in a soft voice, Wu Ling's expression was no longer lonely.

In the afternoon, Wu Qiutian, who had practiced all morning, went to the school field at the foot of the mountain to compete under the leadership of Wu Ling. The way of the sword is indomitable, and it is not something that can be epiphany by meditating on the knees.

The school field is a place for Wumen disciples to compete, and generally if it is a life-and-death battle, everyone will choose to go to the school field to fight for life and death under the witness of the elders.

Of course, there are also some disciples with gloomy minds who will choose to secretly kill when they go out to practice.

took Wu Qiutian to the school to practice swords, not because Wu Ling had other thoughts, she was kind by nature, and she didn't expect that there would often be her suitors on the school field who practiced cross-legged. If not, she would never have brought Wu Qiutian to school.

The school yard was hewn and polished from a huge rock, hundreds of zhang long and wide, and many cultivators sat densely on it. The arrival of the two of them was not noticed by too many people.

It wasn't until the two practiced a few tricks that someone found out in the distance.

Qi Yun, a disciple of the Gu Hall who had wantonly beaten Wu Qiutian, looked at the two of them who were feeding each other with a grim face.

Someone around him immediately fanned the flames: "Qi Shao, you see that kid really doesn't know how to lift, why don't you beat him up again?"

Qi Shao said gloomily: "Toast without eating and drinking, go, follow me." ”

While practicing his sword, Wu Qiutian couldn't help but think: That Qi Yun won't appear!

It was really said that Cao Cao Cao was coming, and before he could finish thinking about it, Qi Yun appeared at the school with a group of rich children like an appointment. He walked up to Wu Qiutian proudly, and after standing still, he stretched out his fat index finger and pointed at Wu Qiutian's nose and said, "I don't think you want to live anymore, do you want this son to beat you again." ”

In Qi Yun's heart, the witch spirit is like a goddess, he is confident that in the entire witch sect, no one can be worthy of the witch spirit except himself.

Wu Qiutian instinctively wanted to dodge, but when he caught a glimpse of the witch spirit beside him, he straightened his waist. It doesn't matter if you lose face in front of anyone, but you must not lose face in front of the woman you love.

He pulled Qi Yun's index finger away with his hand and said lazily, "Don't point your claws at me, or I'll break it." ”

As soon as Qi Yun said this, he couldn't help but scold: "The little cub of Wutang, you dare to talk to me like this, if the master doesn't beat you up today, the master won't be Qi Yun." ”

Suddenly, Wu Qiutian couldn't help but be aroused with anger in his heart, and in front of his beloved, this Qi Yun revealed his scars several times. He seemed to be able to see the gaze of the witch spirit behind him turn disdainful, and as if he heard the laughter of the teenagers around him.

can tolerate Qi Yun making things difficult and bullying him all the time, but he can't tolerate being looked down upon by his beloved woman.

He glared at Qi Yun and said word by word, "You move me to try?"

Qi Yun was dumbfounded, as if he had just heard a big joke. With a low roar: "Try it!" Before the words fell, the fist had already reached Wu Qiutian's eyes.

The fist was not large, but it was covered with spikes, and the spikes glowed with a faint blue light, it was a fingered tiger fed with poison. It's a pity that Qi Yun underestimated Wu Qiutian's cultivation, thinking that he was still the weak boy who only knew how to hide after being bullied.

Years of bullying have worn out his ruthlessness, but they have not worn out the bloodiness hidden in the deepest part of his heart.

Time seemed to stand still, and in the exclamation of everyone, Wu Qiutian turned sideways slightly, dodged the menacing fist, and grabbed Qi Yun's wrist at a speed that was not fast and pulled it behind him.

Qi Yun, who was good at making poison, never expected that Wu Qiutian would be so terrifying, and when he was caught off guard, he was pulled by Wu Qiutian like this, and he staggered to the ground.

Fortunately, he didn't fall into the mud, Qi Yun settled down a little happily, and his suspicious eyes swept up and down. This kid has suddenly become so powerful, is there something to rely on?

Immediately, he immediately dispelled the idea that he thought it was ridiculous, he believed that anyone in the Wumen had the ability to reach the sky, but if this person was Wu Qiutian, he would not believe it if he was killed.

He looked at Wu Qiutian arrogantly: "What grandpa said last time, it seems that you didn't listen to it, do you want to be beaten again!" In front of the woman he liked, he enjoyed this kind of high-mindedness. Even if he lost the upper hand during the confrontation just now, Qi Yun still said to himself.

He didn't notice that the witch spirit didn't look at him at all, but was observingly observing Wu Qiutian's actions.

Wu Qiutian was weak and incompetent in the past, this is well known, why did he suddenly become angry today? Wu Ling's little head was thinking about why Wu Qiutian chose to face the enemy head-on, instead of running away like before.

This time, Wu Qiutian no longer waited for Qi Yun to make a move, but took the initiative to attack. His hands were clenched into fists, and he chanted a spell in his mouth, using the soul suppression technique that the Heavenly Witch Ancestor had just taught him not long ago.

I didn't expect him to have such a tough attitude, Qi Yun was angry, and he didn't talk nonsense, and directly punched him in the head. His punch was mixed with the full force of the fourth layer of the human rank, and judging from his hideous expression, he was intent on wanting the life of Wu Qiutian.

Wu Ling's heart tightened, for fear that something would happen to Wu Qiutian, although he didn't know Wu Qiutian's true identity, but the one who could let the Heavenly Witch Ancestor personally send it to the Immortal Hall would definitely not be a small person.

The two were a few steps apart, and it was too late to rescue, so the witch closed his eyes weakly. For a long time, there was no sound of bones breaking in his ears, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Qi Yun's face flushed, and his clenched fist was pinched in his hand by Wu Qiutian.

The momentum emanating from Wu Qiutian's body is full of five layers, and vaguely, it is even stronger than himself. The witch spirit couldn't help but wonder, what the hell is going on?

When we met yesterday, Wu Qiutian was still a minor monk of the third layer of the personal level, and when I saw it today, he actually had the fifth layer of the human level.

Not to mention Wu Ling, even Wu Qiutian himself didn't know what was happening, after feeling the danger, he instinctively reached out to block, but the ghost made a god, but his hand grabbed Qi Yun's fist, and Qi Yun's strength seemed to be like a three-year-old child, making him feel that he could stop it without too much effort.

Qi Yun said in horror: "The fifth layer of the human level, how did you get it?"

Outer disciples like Qi Yun and Wu Qiutian were already outstanding when they reached the fourth layer of the human rank. Once on the fifth floor, you will be able to enter the inner door immediately.

Therefore, as a fellow disciple of the outer sect, Wu Qiutian jumped to the fifth layer of the human level in a short period of time, which made him feel unbelievable.

Wu Qiutian was also very shocked in his heart, but he didn't show any traces on his face: "I said tell you not to mess with me, since you don't believe it, then I'll make you pay a price." Next time, remember not to provoke me again. ”

As soon as the palm of his hand was forced, Qi Yun immediately let out a miserable howl like killing a pig. At this time, Wu Ling had already come to his senses, and walked over to grab Wu Qiu Tiandao: "Don't!"

If it was someone else who opened his mouth to persuade him, Wu Qiutian might let Qi Yun go, but it was the witch spirit he liked who persuaded him. Wu Qiutian's eyes were cold, and the strength of his subordinates increased, and at this moment, a voice came from a distance: "Stop!"