After I was reborn, I became a top player in the cultivation world

Why does it have to be him?

Meng Zhixin's heart trembled violently, and his eyes were in a trance when he looked at Meng Jiujiu.

It seems like I just met Meng Shijiu for the first time today.

Meng Jiujiu's eyebrows were filled with frost and snow, and his heart was completely cold.

"In the future, if you see Jingjie who has defected, you must take him back to Sword Spirit Sect and execute him with your own hands."

Meng Zhixin was about to lose his balance.

Although he is arrogant and domineering, it seems that he has never killed anyone with his own hands.

What's more, this person is a fellow member of the Sword Spirit Sect who once went deep into life!

"This world is not as simple as you think. Jingjie has deliberately tried to seize the throne and has been humiliated many times in Lingbi Valley. After all, it is because we are weak. This kind of thing will become more and more frequent in the future..."

"Stop talking!"

Meng Zhixin roared and walked towards Bai Jin step by step with trembling hands.

Just when he raised the 'Gale Wind' knife and was hesitating on how to start, Amber flew out from nowhere and took the lead in spraying the Samadhi True Fire towards Bai Jin.

The flames she breathed out were not very big, but because Bai Ju's body was wrapped in trees, they burned very quickly.

Despite this, the power is still not as powerful as Xie Fan's spiritual talisman.

Bai Jian's huge body still couldn't be burned instantly, and it kept letting out painful wails.

When Meng Zhixin saw this, he stabbed it in the heart.

After a brief silence, the last drop of tears fell from the white eyes, and the body turned into black ash and passed away in the wind.

Meng Zhixin couldn't help but look at it, just turned around and left with Amber in his arms.

"Zhi Xin..."

Meng Jiujiu chased after him, but Meng Zhixin did not look back.

"Fat man, I want to stay by myself for a while."

Meng Jiujiu let out a long sigh and turned around to find that everyone in the Sword Spirit Sect looked at him with a little fear.

She didn't know how to explain it at the moment, so she had to help clean up the mess silently.

Jiang Li was obviously shocked by what had just happened. The respected master became a traitor, and the cute little junior sister cold-bloodedly instigated murder...

The world collapsed instantly.

The disciples of the Sword Spirit Sect who had witnessed what had just happened silently moved the rocks in front of them without saying a word.

Only Xie Fan stood aside calmly, like a foreman organizing the construction of a house.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of some blood on the ground, spreading to the front.

Meng Jiu passed by Xie Fan but was grabbed.

He raised the woman's wrist, and sure enough he saw that Meng Shijiu's palm was bloody and bloody.

"Stop moving."

Meng Shijiu turned a deaf ear.

Xie Fan directly grabbed her shoulders and said the most terrifying words calmly and gently.

"If you move one more, I will demolish a building of your Sword Spirit Sect. If you shed one more drop of blood, I will kill a member of your Sword Spirit Sect."

Meng Jiujiu shook his body and finally regained his consciousness.

Xie Fan calmly pulled her away, found a clean place, and helped her treat her wounds bit by bit.

Meng Shijiu thought deeply and felt confused, and sighed repeatedly.

Xie Fan frowned slightly, lowered his head and concentrated on picking the lime from the wound.

"Why bother? Aren't you tired of protecting a bunch of trash?"

Meng Jiujiu looked unhappy, "Who is a waste? These are my family members."

She really wanted to work hard to protect Sword Spirit Sect I.

"You think you can't protect yourself, Meng Jiu, sooner or later it will be discovered that there is something wrong with your inner alchemy."

Xie Fan struck a chord in her mind.

Meng Jiu curled his lips and deliberately said "Ouch" to pretend to be in pain and tried to withdraw his hand, but Xie Fan held him back hard.

"If you want to train Meng Zhixin to be a truly strong man, every move you make will pave the way for him."

That's exactly what she thought.

It's a pity that in such a large Sword Spirit Sect, no one except Xie Fan, an outsider, can understand Meng Jiujiu's anxiety.

She was afraid that she would be accused of being a witch again by the decent people, which would bring harm to others.

Therefore, Meng Zhixin must grow up, otherwise in the future, due to internal and external troubles, the Sword Spirit Sect will still be crushed as a weakling.

"But in my opinion, you are also very bad. Instead of thinking about him, it is better for you to become stronger as soon as possible."

Meng Jiu suddenly cried aggrievedly, she was in so much trouble.

Maybe others can cheat and upgrade all the way after being reborn, but she can't.

She died once, but she knew how precious life was, and what she carried on her shoulders were the lives of her century-old friends and relatives of the Sword Spirit Sect.

Meng Shijiu would not allow himself to make another mistake.

Her big tears fell down, mixed with blood and ashes, and opened up the wounds on her palms.

Xie Fan's eyes were slightly stunned and he directly covered Meng Shijiu's eyes.

"Don't cry, it's ugly."

Meng Shijiu's tears flowed down Xie Fan's fingers, and they were cold.

These were the tears of a weak person, but they did not make Xie Fan feel as uncomfortable as he imagined.

"Stop crying. Isn't it just to become stronger? I'll take you to... fight."

Um?

Meng Shijiu rubbed his nose. What kind of comforting method is this?

She peeked at Xie Fan through the gaps between her fingers, and felt that his jade face was shining brightly and he was smiling.

Meng Jiujiu nodded like a ghost.

No matter what happens to him in the future, now hold on to the boss’s legs and upgrade quickly!

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Three days later, in Lingbi Valley, there was an endless stream of monks from various sects registering for the Shen Ying Conference.

There are a few familiar figures among them.

The injuries on Su Su's face from Miaoyin Pavilion have mostly healed, but there are still a few scattered scars.

Shen Fuling pretended to be distressed and said, "A woman values ​​appearance the most. Su Su, how did you do this?"

"It's not that Meng Shijiu!"

When Su Su mentioned this, her heart ached.

However, she recently heard that something big happened to the Sword Spirit Sect. The third elder Jing Jie was expelled from the mountain for unknown reasons, and the old clan's spiritual beast Bai Jin was killed by Meng Zhixin and Garuda together.

"I just said that Meng Jiujiu is a bad guy. You see, she just reached the Golden Core stage and she used all the luck of the Sword Spirit Sect. I don't know what kind of joke she will make in the future."

Su Su smiled very relievedly.

It’s Meng Shijiu again!

Shen Fuling was heartbroken. Thinking of picking up a pile of garuda excrement, she felt extremely sick.

"Hey, no one from the Sword Spirit Sect has come to light the sky lanterns yet."

She sneered, "Could it be that those bumpkins from the Sword Spirit Sect don't know the registration rules for the Shen Ying Conference?"

All sects who come to the Shen Ying Conference to register must first donate a fee to light up sky lanterns to register.

Naturally, the levels of sky lanterns range from high to low, which is also an excellent opportunity to show off the financial strength of each sect.

Therefore, every time this time comes, various sects will secretly compete with each other, hoping that their own momentum will overtake others before the game.

Su Su was so happy that the flower branches trembled.

"Perhaps I don't have travel expenses to come to Lingbi Valley. Otherwise, I can't pay for the sky lanterns. How embarrassing."

They were laughing unbridledly when they suddenly heard a familiar voice from behind.

"It seems that wherever I go, people miss me."

Shen Fuling and Su Su both turned around and saw Meng Shijiu standing behind him, holding an exquisite sky lantern in his hand.

"Sword Spirit Sect Meng Jiu, isn't he coming now?"