Fantasy: Please Don’t Take My Chance Again

"You want me to join you? Hand in a quarter of the harvest?"

Gu Xuan blinked, wondering if he heard it wrong.

"That's right."

In this Cultivation Base, only the disciple of the Innate Seventh Stage Spirit Sword Sect stood in front of Gu Xuan, and said arrogantly: "A quarter depends on your strength, and most people hand in a third or even half. .”

Gu Xuan shook his head and declined, "No need, I'm used to being alone."

The disciple frowned, and persuaded him: "You'd better think about it carefully. If you walk alone in the cold environment, even if you find the elixir, you may not be able to keep it. If you run into someone from the Beixue faction, you will definitely be looted." .

But with the protection of Senior Brother Lu Jiang, it is different. Not only will we not be robbed, but we can also rob other people... It seems that we have to hand over the elixir, but in fact it may be much more rewarding than your own exploration. "

Gu Xuan smiled slightly, glanced at a young man from the Innate Tenth Stage in the front line, and said, "I can't hold it by myself, can I hold it if I follow him?"

"you..."

The disciple was so angry that he could not speak.

At this time, Lu Jiang, who was watching with cold eyes, spoke.

"Forget it, if you don't want to, you don't have to force it..."

Lu Jiang looked at Gu Xuan, and said calmly, "I just hope you don't regret it when you meet a disciple of the Northern Snow Sect."

With that said, Lu Jiang walked away with a group of disciples.

Gu Xuan thought about the chance line, and it was not easy to leave directly, so he hung far behind them.

...

"This kid is too arrogant, he is so arrogant!"

"Yeah, even Senior Brother Lu Jiang doesn't To put in one's eyes, who does he think he is?"

"If it wasn't for reading in the same school, I would give him a good lesson."

Separated from Gu Xuan, a group of disciples are still full of righteous indignation, criticizing Gu Xuan.

Lu Jiang listened to the discussion of his disciples, and said: "This person has already reached the Innate Eighth Stage at a young age. This qualification is not bad, and he is a bit better than me. He is a genius, and it is normal to be a little arrogant.

but..."

Lu Jiang suddenly changed the subject and said with a sneer, "I don't know if his strength can support this arrogance. Hehe..."

The disciples under him nodded and echoed, "This kid is so arrogant that he hasn't met the masters of the Beixue School now. When he suffers a loss, he might run back and cry and want to hug Senior Brother Lu Jiang's thigh." Woolen cloth."

"Haha, that's right."

"Most likely."

The group seemed to have seen the scene where Gu Xuan was forced to come back to ask for their help, begging to join, and they all laughed and were very happy.

Only Li Cong remained silent and didn't know what he was thinking.

Suddenly, a disciple in charge of scouting the way hurried back and reported nervously: "Senior Brother Lu Jiang, we found traces of the disciples of the Beixue Sect ahead."

When Lu Jiang heard this, his expression was solemn, and he asked in a deep voice, "How many people? What strength?"

Pathfinder disciple replied: "There is only one, but... I can't see the strength clearly."

One?

The eyes of the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect immediately lit up.

"One person, isn't that the meat delivered to your door? Just grab him and forget it!"

"That is, how strong can a person be. And we still have brother Lu Jiang."

"Grab him!"

Hearing that there was only one person, Lu Jiang also relaxed, nodded and said, "Come over and find a chance to snatch him away."

"yes."

A group of disciples looked excited, and they couldn't wait to quickly lean towards the direction of the person.

Not long after, a Daoist figure really appeared in their field of vision.

It is a young man with a cold expression, holding a long knife in his hands, giving people a sense of indifference and sternness while walking.

When Lu Jiang saw this person, his heart tightened.

He felt an extremely dangerous aura from the young man in front of him.

"Go! Get out quickly!"

Lu Jiang spoke suddenly, as if he was facing an enemy, and beckoned everyone to back off.

The group of Spirit Sword Sect disciples who were eager to try just now were stunned.

What does it mean?

Isn't it good to snatch each other?

Why do you see people running away? !

It can be seen that Lu Jiang's expression was tense, and all the disciples had to obey obediently, but it was too late.

"Want to leave?!"

The young bladesman snorted coldly, and his figure disappeared instantly.

In the blink of an eye, he came before everyone.

The long knife he was embracing had reached his hand at some point, and he chopped it down.

Suddenly, there was a gust of snow on the ground for no reason.

Countless fine ice shards swelled and splashed on the bodies and faces of the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect, leaving tiny blood spots, which caused unbearable pain.

At the same time, a white knife light several feet long stretched out from the wind and snow, wrapped in an incomparably terrifying power, and quickly slashed down.

"What Saber Technique is this?!"

A Spirit Sword Sect disciple yelled in despair with fear on his face.

Everyone's eyes widened, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness and despair.

Under such a terrifying knife light, let alone resist, they couldn't even escape.

At this time, a Sword Ray suddenly appeared, facing the terrifying white sword light.

"Crack——"

The crisp sound of gold and iron clanging.

Sword Ray only persisted for a few short breaths under the light of the knife before crashing into pieces.

Immediately, a figure flew upside down like a rag doll, vomiting blood and falling to the ground.

After the wind and snow cleared, the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect realized that it was Lu Jiang who blocked the knife for them just now.

But at this time, Lu Jiang's situation is not very good.

His eyes were dull, his face was like gold paper, and his chest and skirt were completely stained red with blood.

Obviously seriously injured.

Lu Jiang stood up with difficulty, his eyes filled with shock, and he said in a bitter tone: "The knife comes out of the wind and snow, you are the third 'Fengxue knife' Li Hanshan of the Inner Sect of the Northern Snow School!"

All of a sudden, hearing this name, all the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect trembled involuntarily, with a look of deep horror on their faces.