The wind and clouds are still, and all the pictures of heaven and earth seem to have stopped in this moment, and this woman in the sky has become the focus of all living beings.

She stretched out a jade finger, as gentle as caressing her lover. Xie Yunlei's frosty hair flew and suddenly pointed out.

With this point, the originally still heaven and earth suddenly resumed their rotation, and the speed of rotation was even faster, as if to make up for all the time that had passed when they were still in the past.

The two of them each took out a finger, and at the moment when they were about to touch, a piece of vermilion nail suddenly stretched out between the woman, an inch long, and instantly probed on the second joint of Xie Yunlei's index finger, and swiped it gently.

Above the old finger, a line of blood appeared, and half of the finger fell from the air.

Luo Jia's face changed, but he lacked skills, and he had to maintain the ladder to the sky at all times.

The woman poked out a finger lightly, a pair of deep eyes, seducing the soul. This time, it fell towards Xie Yunlei's neck.

Xie Yunlei suddenly retreated, and he didn't care about the two broken fingers, but the woman didn't chase after him. A figure stood in front of him.

The woman's fingers slid down slightly, her nails rubbing against the edge of the horned soldier's blade, bursting with clusters of orange sparks. Leng Xiao turned her wrist, and the woman immediately withdrew her hand, but between this horizontal, half of her nails flew in the sky.

With half of her nails, it is obviously not enough to repay Xie Yunlei for two fingers. Her expression did not change at all, she just raised her eyebrows slightly, and a pair of wonderful eyes always fell on Leng Xiao's long sword, and she couldn't move it away.

One glance at her, the whole mind seemed to sink into it. Leng Xiao suddenly withdrew his protection and stood there stunned. Xie Yunlei's expression suddenly changed slightly, glanced away, didn't look at the woman, and snorted at the same time.

Leng Xiao always looked confused, and struggles flashed between his eyebrows, but he still walked towards the woman step by step. Xie Yunlei was about to step forward, when the woman's sleeve was raised, and a grain of black sand shot out.

After the sand was shot out, it suddenly fell towards Xie Yunlei. Xie Yunlei rolled up his sleeves and blocked all the gravel, but his footsteps stopped, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his sleeves had become a piece of broken silk.

The woman was clearly only wearing an ordinary cloth shirt, and at this moment, she came with grace, but in Leng Xiao's eyes, it was like wearing a light gauze and a thin tent, and a faint fragrance lingered on the tip of Leng Xiao's nose, I couldn't tell what the smell was, but it was refreshing.

She raised her hand and made a move, and Leng Xiao bowed down and offered the long sword. The woman raised her finger and rubbed it on the blade of the horned soldier's sword, sniffing slightly, some joyful, some soft.

"Thank you for your generosity, my sister likes it very much. ”

She exhaled like a blue, her fingers lightly gripping the hilt of her sword. Leng Xiao Meiyu's struggle became more and more intense, she looked at her eyes, but she just giggled, and gently exhaled a breath at Leng Xiao's cheek, Leng Xiao suddenly calmed down.

The woman swung her long sword and slashed at Leng Xiao's throat. At this moment, I don't know how many people are looking forward to comfort, and I don't know how many people are screaming in their hearts.

The sword suddenly spun, flashing a streamer and slashing lightly across the woman's index finger. The woman withdrew her hand for a moment, and only one joint remained on her index finger, which was as white as jade, revealing a touch of pale and a touch of red.

Leng Xiao raised his hand, all his expressions turned calm, and the long sword flickered like lightning, shuttling and circulating in the air like a swimming fish, and finally floated in his palm.

"Leng has seen a lot of illusion techniques, and your methods are clumsy. This severed finger, Leng will return it to you-"

"Palace Master Yi. ”

The woman suddenly laughed, her laughter trembled, but the killing intent in her eyes swayed like a knife, and a knife cut Leng Xiao's face.

The slender severed finger flowed in an arc in mid-air, returning to the index finger, the bright red blood line at the interface disappeared slightly, and he turned his hand and hooked his finger towards Leng Xiao, as if he had never been injured.

She lifted the veil, revealing a pretty, coquettish face. There is a slightly reddened beauty mole at the corner of the lip, showing a different kind of charm.

"Little brother, do you recognize Hongu?"

"There are only a few people in the Eastern Regions who can be named, and there are only a few people who can be named, and there is only one woman, the master of the Yi Palace. Leng Xiao said lightly.

The palace master Yi was a little distressed, pouted slightly, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly: "Okay, I dare to deceive my sister." ”

Leng Xiao only said coldly: "The younger brother of the palace master, Leng doesn't dare to be it." I'm afraid it's more appropriate to call out to my mother-in-law. ”

The smile in the Yi Palace Lord's eyes slowly converged. In the next moment, her figure had already appeared beside Leng Xiao, one hand was gently leaning on Leng Xiao's neck, and two drops of blood slipped from her bright red nails.

"No one has ever dared to speak to Hongu like this, because those who dare to be disrespectful to Hongu have become ghosts. ”

A blood mark suddenly bloomed on Leng Xiao's neck. His fingers holding the sword turned white and trembled slightly. When the palace master of Yi made a move, he didn't notice it at all.

He's too weak.

A palm was pressed against his neck, and the back of the hand was a little rough against his blood.

Xie Yunlei appeared beside Leng Xiao, holding one of the fingers of the Yi Palace Master, blood slowly flowed out of his palm, and his expression was calm.

The palace master of Yi didn't withdraw his fingers, but just smiled: "Old guy, do you dare to be light of this palace?"

As her words fell, half of Xie Yunlei's palm slowly fell from the sky. As soon as his hand was loosened, the Yi Palace Master had gracefully withdrawn his fingers.

Xie Yunlei suddenly smiled, and he said, "Palace Master Yi, how long can your secret method last?"

"Enough to kill you. The corners of the palace master's mouth flashed with a light smile, and his nails stretched out longer, longer than his arm.

On the Eight Desolations Palace, a brilliant light suddenly lit up, and a huge Qingyu Sword phantom appeared in the sky above the main hall.

It can be vaguely seen that the eight elders of the Blue Scar Sect are sitting in eight directions, forming eight desolate sword techniques. A majestic aura plunged into the clouds, and there was a roar like a cow moo and a lion's roar.

The dark clouds that never dispersed no matter how much they fought, were cut in half by a sword that opened the sky, and the heavens and the earth were clear.

A puddle of blood, like rain. Qingjian Zhenren's eyes were sharp, and he looked at everything, holding a sword in one hand and two half-dead monks in the other.

"The secret technique that you have cultivated is really a rare treasure, and it has taken a lot of effort for this seat," Qingjian Zhenren looked at the Yi Palace Master and said lightly, "Two for two." ”

The palace master Chu Chu smiled pitifully, as if he had been greatly wronged by the little daughter-in-law, took back the nails that had been slightly pierced into Xie Yunlei's skin, and withdrew a few steps.

She didn't care about Leng Xiao and Xie Yunlei anymore, but she didn't pay any attention to the two people who were held in the hands of the Qingjian Zhenren, turned around and flew towards the sky. She was still distracted at the moment, and even if the Qingjian True Person wanted to catch up with her, it would not be easy.

Qingjian Zhenren only looked at the back of the palace master indifferently, his eyes were deep. He walked up to Leng Xiao and the others, slapped his forehead, and sighed: "Whether you win or lose, after all, you just become a chess piece on someone else's chessboard." ”

Leng Xiao lowered his eyes slightly and said, "Her purpose was just to put these two here from the beginning. ”

The person who was carried by Qingjian Zhenren was also a well-known figure in the rivers and lakes, who had dominated the Eastern Regions for more than a hundred years, and there was no shortage of their footprints in other domains, but now they were planted in the hands of a woman.

Xie Yunlei said: "Sect Master, then how should we treat these two people?"

Qingjian Zhenren's eyes were flat: "From the beginning, this woman has already won." ”

There was no need for him to say more, Xie Yunlei had already heard a trace from his words. These two aliens will no longer see the sun of tomorrow.

There was a real person with a green sword to preside over the ladder to ascend the ladder, and the ladder quickly regained stability, and all the strangers who were haunting it were also ambushed, and the corpses lay on the ground.

Qingjian Zhenren looked at all the trialists levelly, and only said lightly: "Today is your first class in sword wielding. ”

There are nearly a million people, and there are as many as thirty percent of those who have passed the trial, and the Blue Scar Sect will have another 300,000 disciples. Except for a small number of people with good qualifications, most of the new disciples are just ordinary disciples, and I don't know how many years of diligence they have to work hard to once hold a sword to suppress demons.

But all the monks who build the foundation and above are those who are of the highest qualifications. Those with good qualifications can worship an elder as a teacher. Worship elders as teachers, not for more resources, but for the guidance of seniors. With a good master's guidance, there are undoubtedly many detours.

This is the process of the disciple choosing the master, and it is also the process of the master choosing the disciple. If all those who meet the criteria were to be accepted, it would be divided equally among each elder, and there would be thousands.

A person's energy is limited after all, and too many disciples will definitely not be able to take care of it.

Therefore, the disciple must also obtain the consent of the elders.

A man walked up to Liao Mian, who looked extremely difficult to get along with, and said respectfully: "The disciple is willing to worship Elder Liao as a teacher, and I hope that Elder Liao will be perfect!"

Liao Mian saw this man's powdery face, and couldn't help but scold angrily: "It's a complete fart, can you still know the old body of the little flower intestines in your heart? Get out, the old body only accepts female disciples!"

The man was pierced by Liao Mian's words, his face was scornful, but he was not angry, obviously he had already inquired about Liao Mian's character and was mentally prepared.

There were other men who were eager to try, but they were directly sealed by Liao Mian's "only female disciples", and they were immediately depressed, and they couldn't get close to Senior Sister Hanyue.

There are many men who want to worship Han Yue directly as a teacher, after all, Han Yue is also an elder of the Blue Scar Sect, but he didn't see Han Yue's figure. But there was a black pressure on a figure, lined up in front of Chu Tiankuo, waiting for Chu Tiankuo's scrutiny.

It is worth mentioning that Qiu Yansheng, whose face was swollen like a pig's head, also had a large figure in front of him, and a woman had little stars flashing in her eyes, shouting: "Senior Brother Leng Xiao, you are so powerful, take me as an apprentice!"

Qiu Yansheng was suddenly in high spirits, and the tiger's body was shocked. The woman hurriedly added: "Senior brother, don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything else......"

Xie Yunlei looked at the little girl in front of him who blocked his way, smiled kindly, and said, "Do you want to worship the old man as a teacher?" But the old man already has a closed disciple, and he will no longer accept apprentices in this life. ”

The woman in the white dress insisted again and again, but what she got was only the same result, a trace of loss flashed on her face, but she still bowed politely and retreated.

"The old man will no longer accept apprentices in this life, if you are willing, the old man can accept an apprentice on behalf of the apprentice. ”