When he arrived at the main peak villa, Zhu Minglang found that the disciples of the Sword Sect were watching the excitement.

Zhu Minglang, who has always liked to join in the fun, walked up quickly, wondering if it would be a swordsman who was jealous.

The Yaoshan Sword Sect is very encouraging for the disciples to practice together, so the matter of a big fight in the Sword Sect because of a certain charming senior sister and pure junior sister is quite pleasant.

Picking up the crowd, I almost wanted to ask the disciple next to me for a handful of fried melon seeds, but when I saw the woman standing on the gossip stone platform, my eyes couldn't help but widen.

This is how Zi Miaozhu took Nan Lingsha to visit Yaoshan Villa??

Didn't you already tell her that Nan Lingsha has nothing to do with herself, although her appearance is the same as her own lady, but they are also two different people!

"Huh~~Huh~~"

Sword Sect Senior Sister Zi Miaozhu panted heavily, her chest rose and fell, her eyes flashed a little unwillingly, even though the hand holding the sword had begun to tremble, and her fingers were numb and almost unconscious.

Everyone is the same age.

She Zi Miaozhu is the chief female disciple of the Sword Sect Holy Hall, how can she not even be able to defeat a woman of unknown origin!

Looking at Nan Lingsha again, she stood quietly on the other side of the gossip dividing line, never moving a step from beginning to end, and there was a drop of sweat on her cheeks.

This means that she didn't even use all of her strength.

Zi Miaozhu was a little difficult to accept.

"Can I lift your veil, I want to see who I've lost to. Zi Miaozhu said.

Defeat is defeat, and it makes no sense to be unwilling, and the master has taught him to face up to his shortcomings and failures.

Nan Lingsha hesitated for a while, and finally slowly took Yan Sha off her cheek.

It was just a fight, and Nan Lingsha also noticed that the other party's original sword was reserved.

Of course, she was also quite satisfied with Zi Miaozhu's strength, it was difficult to find a god mortal whose strength reached Zi Miaozhu's level in the ancestral dragon city-state.

Zi Miaozhu looked at Nan Lingsha, and her eyes lost her mind for a moment......

It's even more beautiful than you imagined.

Those Sword Sect disciples were also stunned.

It's not that what a delicate face can impress everyone with different aesthetics, but when her strength impresses everyone, she is still so beautiful!

"Painter Nan Lingsha. Nan Lingsha slowly put down the pen in her hand and made an elegant salute generously.

"Sword Master Zi Miaozhu, bow to the wind. Zi Miaozhu returned the sword to the sheath and returned the salute.

Zi Miaozhu's return salute was deeper, and when she raised her head again and raised her gaze, Zi Miaozhu continued: "From now on, I and my senior brother only have the love of senior brothers and sisters, and there are no other thoughts. ”

The "????" fog was obviously dispelled, but Zhu Minglang's head was full of confusion.

"It's none of my business. Nan Lingsha said lightly.

After speaking, regardless of whether Zi Miaozhu understood it or not, Nan Lingsha walked to the very edge of the Bagua Boulder Platform, staring at the incomparably clear night of the distant mountains, as if she had written down these mountain scenery in her heart.

"But didn't you say before that you hit it off at first sight and were happy with each other?" Zi Miaozhu was even more confused, and hurriedly asked.

Nan Lingsha frowned, turned around, but happened to see Zhu Minglang eating melon seeds in the crowd.

"That's Li Yunzi, you can ask him for details. Nan Lingsha pointed at Zhu Minglang with her finger, and then ignored the matter, and copied the scenery of the distant mountains in her heart.

Li Yunzi??

Who is Li Yunzi!!

Zi Miaozhu stared at Zhu Minglang with a pair of big eyes.

Huh, what about people??

The senior brother was obviously in the crowd just now, and the kung fu man who spoke was gone!

......

When he arrived at the side peak, Zhu Minglang took Fang Niannian to the deep forest and hunted a wild boar with demon cultivation, Zhu Minglang simply built a bonfire next to the mountain stream pavilion.

After feeding the two little gluttonous pigs, Zhu Minglang returned to the villa's residence.

At this time, Nan Lingsha had already returned, she was in front of the wooden table, copying the night of the distant mountains over and over again, and there were many discarded drawing papers neatly stacked by her aside.

Under the lamplight, she looked focused, elegant in temperament, and was as demure as a daughter of everyone's beautiful poets.

Zhu Minglang didn't bother her, Fang Niannian originally wanted to get up sweetly, but after a while of hesitation and deep thought, he chose to give up.

At this time, Nan Lingsha seems to be gentle like water, but in fact, people should not be approached!

"Zhu Minglang, do you say that Sister Lingsha has intermittent amnesia?" Fang Niannian said in a low voice.

"I don't know if she has it, but I know a guy who definitely does. Zhu Minglang said.

"Who?"

"You'll know when you get to Zhumen. ”

......

The next day, the name of the painter Nan Lingsha spread in the Yaoshan Sword Sect, after all, all the Zonglin are most concerned about reputation, this kind of competition and challenge, as long as it is weighty, it is easy to be remembered by people.

As the chief female disciple of the Sword Sect Holy Hall, losing to an alien mortal was indeed a big deal.

Zhu Minglang was also embarrassed, he returned to the Zonglin of the Extreme Court Continent, he had not yet made a name for himself, but the name of Nan Lingsha would soon spread among the various Zonglin.

Disciple, the attention is always the highest.

The disciples are young and have unlimited potential, and the four major sects even hold a big competition every two years, which is nothing more than a figure at the level of a senior uncle with the outstanding disciples he has cultivated in the Imperial Capital of the Extreme Court to compete openly.

Those who can stand out among them will immediately spread their reputation to the countries and states of the Extreme Court Continent.

"Senior brother. ”

Outside the door, Zi Miaozhu's call sounded.

Zhu Minglang knew that there were some things that could not be avoided, so he walked generously to the courtyard.

Zi Miaozhu stood under the phoenix pine, standing at the silver bell that sounded crisply in the night breeze, which can be described as slim and beautiful.

"Senior sister. Zhu Minglang walked over and recalled what the Emperor Jianzun had instructed him.

"Originally, I was looking forward to this year's Zonglin and clan competitions, and I wanted to be truly famous, but in today's battle, I feel that I still have a lot to ...... I want to travel and see the wider world. Zi Miaozhu said.

"Then be safe. Zhu Minglang said.

"Don't worry, I'll follow Master Snowmark. Zi Miaozhu said.

"Well, you can learn a lot from her, too. Zhu Minglang nodded.

"The Zonglin Clan's Great Sect is a supreme honor for us disciples, and we have been preparing for this almost every day and night, but after Senior Brother came out of the mountain, he didn't participate in any session at all, and Senior Brother had already left the category of our disciples at that time, right?" Zi Miaozhu asked.

"Well, if there is a big competition between my uncle and my master, I may participate, but unfortunately the older people are in the way of face, and they would rather not compete than lose. Zhu Minglang nodded.

What kind of Zonglin clan is big, he hasn't even heard of it since he came out of the mountain.

Zhu Xuechen did not allow Zhu Minglang to participate in this kind of child's fight at all, although Zhu Minglang was not an adult at that time.

"How many years has Senior Brother been a Dragon Mulong?" Zi Miaozhu asked.

"Officially, it's less than a year. Zhu Minglang said.

"Then this time Senior Brother can participate, Sword Cultivation, you are a master-level. Ke Mulong, you are just getting started, you are a disciple...... Every year, the rewards are very generous, and what the dragon herder needs most is resources. Zi Miaozhu said.

"You can think about it. Zhu Minglang calculated the time, it seems that Dabi is at the end of summer, and there is not much left.

The dragon herder needs huge resources, the richer the resources, the stronger the strength, after all, if no dragon is regarded as a kind of divine power, then now Zhu Minglang is a person who cultivates the four gods.

This is the reason why the Dragon Shepherd is getting stronger and stronger the further he goes, the gods and mortals only cultivate one kind, and many heavenly essences and earthly flowers are not suitable for them, and no matter how good things are, they are useless.

There are so many dragons in the dragon herder, if they can all be cultivated well, each of them will be in charge of their own affairs, and they will not be afraid in the face of a group of gods and mortals.

So the better the resources, the higher the ceiling!

The resources that can be taken must be unceremoniously scraped away.

If you don't need it, you have to sell it for money!

In the past, Zhu Minglang broke into the world with a sword, alone, he didn't care about anything, and money was like dung.

Now that there are so many dragons around him, just every month's dragon food alone will make Zhu Minglang poor......

There will only be more dragon pets in the future.

You have to build your own team of dragon herders.

If Nan Lingsha wants to ask herself for the salary of a god and mortal in the future, her expensive dragon blood dragon paper consumption is all on her head, and I don't know what a terrible consumption it is!

Zi Miaozhu's words can be regarded as reminding herself.

What should be taken must be taken, similar to this kind of big competition of the clan and the clan sect, it is the face of these big forces, and the rewards are absolutely rich, far stronger than looking around aimlessly for the essence of heaven and earth.

"Senior brother, senior brother?" Zi Miaozhu saw that Zhu Minglang was a little absent-minded, and called twice in a row.

"What's wrong?" asked Zhu Minglang.

"Aunt Xuechen is the orderly of the land of Lichuan, I think if I follow her, I will also step into the land lost by my senior brother, and I must meet Li Yunzi when I have the opportunity. Zi Miaozhu said.

"Actually......"

"Senior brother, don't say more words that comfort me, your thoughts, how can my junior sister not understand, it's just that I am unwilling many times, if Li Yunzi is more outstanding than Nan Lingsha, I think I will also be very happy for Senior Brother." Zi Miaozhu smiled, and there was a bit of calm in her words.

"Senior sister, you can think like this, senior brother is also very pleased, after all, in the eyes of senior brother, you have always been your own sister. In Zhumen, I have many blood relatives, but I know very well that as long as I lose my dazzling divine power, they will treat me like mud and sand. And you, no matter how strong or small or ordinary you are, you will always be the same to me. Zhu Minglang also said sincerely.

After so many years, Zi Miaozhu still carries that worship.

And she obviously knew that she had become a dragon herder, and her strength was not as good as before.

But he still respects himself and is honest.

Even if there is no love between men and women, this brother-sister relationship also makes Zhu Minglang feel extremely precious.

I don't know how much family affection in Zhumen can be compared with my junior sister.

Probably more people are gloating, or even falling into the ground.