People Are In The World Of Cultivating Immortals, And Their Apprentices Are Cute

Lingxiu Peak.

In a bamboo forest, a fairy in ancient clothes was meditating on a clear stone. She was surrounded by sword energy. The spiritual energy condensed into threads and entangled her black hair. It was like a picture of an otherworldly fairy. It was daunting, and only in the distance. To pay homage is not blasphemy.

"Aren't you angry? I'm really not angry!" Su Youzhu muttered in a low voice, "What's the point of being angry with that pervert..."

This intimidating fairy seemed to be filled with anger at this time, muttering some words to calm down his emotions.

I don't know if it was useful, but she read it faster.

boom!

The sword energy all over his body suddenly exploded, and the spiritual energy surged wildly and stirred up strong winds.

Whoosh.

Su Youzhu on the bluestone board is missing!

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"Cultivation of Taoism is about cultivating one's strength, but cultivating one's mind is equally important." Bai Muchun looked at the girl waving her fist under the peach blossom tree.

These words were naturally meant for Nan Shuangxue.

He knew that she had something on her mind, but he didn't know what it was specifically.

As long as his disciple doesn't tell, he will never ask, let alone pry. Anyway, one day, she will take the initiative to tell.

Although Nan Shuangxue is currently a rookie who cannot reach the level of Qi training, as long as he lays a good foundation, he can still fight with him even if he is one or two small levels below others.

Her talent has not yet been truly demonstrated. Bai Muchun can clearly sense that his disciple is extraordinary. Maybe he is not an ordinary swordsman genius, but the "unparalleled" swordsman leader.

"Huh?" Bai Muchun frowned slightly, "No, here we go again..."

Glancing at the disciples practicing under the tree, he sent a message:

"I have something to do as a teacher. Please leave for a while."

"good."

Bai Muchun then stepped out and disappeared into Qingming Peak.

Xiaoyao Sect, in the clouds.

"Bai, want to fight?" Su Youzhu looked at the bookish man opposite.

Bai Muchun advised: "They are all members of our own family, why bother?"

"My family member? Who is your family member?" Su Youzhu pointed at him with his sword, "What a talented disciple! He has a very good character and strength... but I didn't expect that he would fall into your hands."

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm going to have a discussion with you today."

Seeing this, Bai Muchun stopped trying to persuade him, saying more would be useless. A long sword gathered by the spring breeze also gathered in his hand, and he held it in his backhand.

"Elder Su, I will suppress your level for the time being, lest you say that I am bullying you because of my level..."

The two were at loggerheads and facing each other with swords.

A man in green shirt from Xiaoyao faction stepped forward, shrunk to an inch, and came between the two of them in an instant.

The person who came looked like a scholar, and he put his hand out between the two of them.

Bai Muchun saw that it was his senior brother, so the long sword condensed by the spring breeze slowly dispersed.

Su Youzhu also took advantage of the situation and sheathed his sword, but he still had a look on his face that said, "We must fight today."

Ye Ming said repeatedly: "Hey, don't fight yet."

Seeing the two of them sheathing their swords, Ye Ming raised his lips slightly: "When I isolate this world, it won't be too late for you to fight again."

The man in green shirt stamped his feet, and an invisible ripple spread out, spreading out in circles like a wave of water.

As the water flows by, the surrounding scenery changes at the same time.

The clouds turned into a desolate land.

Su Youzhu looked around curiously.

Appear to change scenery?

No, no, it's not that simple.

She could feel that her position had not changed, so there was only one possibility, that is, the leader Ye Ming just kicked... and created a space!

"I have long heard that there are two great stories in the Middle-earth Immortal State [One Sword Sovereign] Bai Muchun; [Lawless] Ye Ming. Now I see that it is really the case." Su Youzhu looked at the smiling man in the green shirt carefully, and then looked at it again The man in white shirt looked calmly, his mouth twitched slightly, "Yes, how can it be so easy to become such a perverted senior brother?"

Su Youzhu is the last elder in the elder ranking. Her level is quite high, and her strength ranks among the top five of the eight elders. She was an elder of the Xiaoyao sect only fifty years ago, and at that time she didn’t know much about Xiaoyao. Most of the affairs of the sect, including the affairs between the leader and the great elder, were just hearsay and were not understood in detail.

"Elder Su, now you can let go of your hands and feet." Ye Ming made a gesture of invitation, "Don't worry, the only realm of junior brother in the current space is the Haichuan realm, which is similar to yours."

Bai Muchun took hold of the newly formed spring breeze sword. Just as he was about to draw the sword, he heard the instructions from his senior brother:

"Be gentle, we are from the same sect after all, don't cause internal injuries.

Also, senior brother wants to invite your disciples to watch the battle. What do you think, junior brother? "

"casual."

As soon as the words fell, the two men's sword intentions and sword energy collided together. In an instant, the sword energy splashed like water droplets flying everywhere.

The howling wind swept across the land in an instant, and for a moment, the only sound left in the entire world was the hum of sword energy.

Originally, Bai Muchun was prepared to solve the battle with one move, but due to his senior brother's instructions, he had no choice but to let it go and try his best to defeat her with ten moves.

Ye Ming narrowed his eyes slightly and grabbed forward with his right hand! A figure crossed the spatial barrier and came to the palm of his right hand from the howling wind and dense clouds; Nan Shuangxue was practicing sword hard under the peach blossom tree. As soon as he entered the sword dancing state, an irresistible force came from behind. When it hit, she didn't even have time to react, and appeared in front of Ye Ming with a blank look on her face.

Ye Ming patted Nan Shuangxue's right shoulder and said comfortingly: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. I just invite you to watch a swordsmanship game with me."

He pointed at the distance, where the naked eye could barely see, and could only vaguely see the dust, sand and rocks flying around.

"Junior, I have met my uncle." Nan Shuangxue bowed solemnly.

Now, since I am Master's disciple, I naturally want to call Master's senior brother "Uncle".

Ye Ming accepted it calmly, but still did not forget to talk too much: "Don't do this in the future. Like your master, I don't care much about some things, so you don't need to be polite."

He reminded me casually: "If you don't watch it anymore, you won't have to watch it anymore."

Nan Shuangxue realized it later and quickly raised his eyes to stare, wanting to see clearly every detail of the swordsmanship game there.

However, with her current state, even if she was blinded, she would not be able to see what was happening there.

At best, it can only be confirmed that a shocking battle took place there.

Suddenly I felt a gust of wind blowing by, and a spot of light passed through my sight.

Ye Ming waved his hand, and an extremely pure spiritual power turned into a willow branch to hold up the embarrassed figure that flew out.

"Elder Su, please come back."

A voice echoed between heaven and earth.

"Of course, if you want to fight again, I won't show mercy."

The smoke and dust dispersed, and the man in white shirt stood on the ground holding a sword. His white clothes were like the first snow in winter, pure and flawless and unstained by dust.