The villain female supporting role will never mix with the original plot

Bai Miaomiao returned to the main hall. Although she was nourished by Bai Wu's spiritual power, she was not too embarrassed even though she had wounds. Yan Sichun took the Dingding furnace that he had just held in his hands and sat down cross-legged. He placed the furnace in front and drank lightly.

The sound was "loud." The cauldron became as tall as Yan Sichun who was sitting down, and then Yan Sichun suddenly stood up again.

For these three items, you must first refine the poison pill, because it takes a lot of effort to refine the poison pill. If you take it first, it will cause mental disorder. If you have not taken it before, your mental state will also be affected. But Yansi Chun did not intend to do this. She always felt that

Either don't hit this face, or if you want to hit it, you have to hit it, hit it thoroughly, and make the loudest sound.

If Bai Miaomiao can back off because he is afraid of her this time, she will have less trouble. If not, then it should be a shock.

Yan Sichun walked up to Lin Jingfeng, raised his fingers at him, and said with a relaxed tone and an indifferent expression, "Come on, let's take the sword test."

There was a hint of surprise in Lin Jingfeng's eyes, but it was not obvious. You had to look closer to see it. The surrounding disciples of the Palace Division were also fascinated by her operation. They had the same question in their hearts. She was now undergoing a sword test and spiritual training.

Poison elixir?

Lin Jingfeng didn't say anything, but just followed Yan Sichun outside the main hall. Madam Du got up and followed her out. Seeing that the palace master had gone, the rest of the people also followed. Bai Miaomiao looked at Yan Sichun's back and looked down.

He cursed "What a fool" and felt a little bit more proud in his heart.

As early as that morning, Lin Jingfeng had seen Yan Sichun practice ice-breaking swordsmanship, and he couldn't wait to compete with him. Although he did not approve of Yan Sichun's previous method of harming Bai Miaomiao, he also felt a little disgusted with Yan Sichun.

, but his eyes still have a bit of burning expectation.

In the swordsmanship test, Lin Jingfeng was beaten with swordsmanship. Only swordsmanship and swordsmanship were allowed, and nothing else was allowed. Not even spiritual power could assist him. He could only rely on his own swordsmanship and the swordsmanship comprehended by the swordsman.

Yansi Chun doesn't plan to use Shuishui, and he can't use Shuishui in this test. He can only use an ordinary long sword that has an edge but not a spirit. But she doesn't even have an ordinary spiritual sword, so how can she have an ordinary long sword? She only has an ordinary long sword.

I don’t know the level but it’s a super strong water cut.

But swordsmanship does not have to be done with a sword. Looking at the flourishing willow tree outside the main hall, Yan Sichun casually broke a willow branch. Seeing this, Lin Jingfeng's face darkened and his tone was a little angry: "You look down on me?"

"Yansi Chun was stunned for a moment, looked at the wicker in his hand and said with a smile, "No, I just don't have an ordinary sword. So I used wicker instead. Besides, who told you that swordsmanship can only be achieved with a sword?

Respect."

Lin Jingfeng's expression softened a little, and he finally said nothing. There are all kinds of strange sword techniques in this world. It is true that there is no rule that sword techniques must use swords. It's just because they are called "sword techniques" that monks are equipped with swords. But if wicker is used instead

Swords are also available.

Yansi Chun waved the wicker, and a "whooshing, whizzing" sound was heard in the air. The challenger struck first. Yansi Chun's clothes twirled lightly, and the sword energy pulled out by the wicker was not inferior to the strength of the sword. The green hair flew,

He is as graceful as a dragon and a phoenix.

Lin Jingfeng rose into the air, whirled in the air, and waved out a brilliant curtain of light. The curtain of light extinguished Yan Sichun's sword energy, and then swung his long sword, and the dazzling sword light shot straight up, like a silver dragon.

It brought up a hurricane and engulfed Yan Sichun.

When the wind picked up, the willow leaves all over the sky fell down and fell on Yan Sichun's shoulders. The willow branches made a sound of breaking through the air under Yan Sichun's swing. They went back and forth without stopping. The willow leaves swirled several times along with the sword wind, and the sword skills were used.

It looked like a dance. The sword moves were fast and slow. When it was fast, only the wicker could be seen as green. The green sword light arced in the air. Yan Sichun turned over the tree. In Lin Jingfeng's eyes, the speed of the green sword light was

Slowly, I instinctively felt that something was wrong, but before I could react, I was hit by the sword light, my right hand lost its strength, the sword fell, and Inkstone Chun won.

Lin Jingfeng looked at Yan Sichun in surprise. The speed of the sword light just now... In his own eyes, the sword light was still half way away, but why...

It ended too quickly. Although Yan Sichun's spirit was not affected, she did not intend to stop refining the poison pill later because she wanted to know how different the world she lived in in her previous life was from this world. What was her world like in her previous life?

The poison technique is one of the best in the world, but what about in this world? How?

When he returned to the main hall, regardless of whether those people had gotten out of their emotions or were still surprised, Yan Sichun took out the poisonous weeds, pounded the poisonous weeds out of the juice, and poured the juice into the cauldron, completely ignoring the shocked eyes of the people around him and Bai Miaomiao's mocking gloating.

From the look in her eyes, she knew that her method of refining poison pills was different from these people's, but she didn't intend to explain anything. As long as the effect came out, the process was not that important.

After the juice was poured into the cauldron, Yan Sichun looked around at the people around him, and finally raised his chin towards a round-faced woman, "Hey, girl, can you borrow a fire?"

The round-faced woman pointed at herself, Yan Sichun nodded, and the woman shot a fireball in the air toward the bottom of the cauldron. When the fire started, she quietly waited for the elixir to be completed.

Yan Sichun became leisurely, and everyone looked at each other in confusion. They didn't quite understand what Yan Sichun was doing. The round-faced woman was still standing. Seeing her like this, they couldn't help but say: "You didn't make the poison pill like this." Yan Sichun.

Chun raised his eyes and said lazily, "I'll give you some after the elixir is finished. You can try it and see if I can practice like this."

Yan Sichun looked at the elixir fragrance coming out of the cauldron and said, "It's done." As soon as he finished speaking, the lid of the cauldron was blown open and flew out. There were more than twenty red pills lying in the cauldron.

The fragrance of elixirs wafts out visibly to the naked eye. Everyone in the Poison Palace knows how to refine poison elixirs. As soon as they smell the fragrance of elixirs, someone will blurt out: "Ninth-grade high-level poison elixirs."

Yan Sichun didn't look at the shocked eyes of those people, but frowned and muttered softly, "It's so different from this world."

Bai Miaomiao's face was gloomy. She was cannon fodder and indeed had no IQ, but she still had the most basic thinking. Coupled with her original character setting and seeing that Yan Sichun was actually a ninth-grade high-level poison master, she quickly

The reason for her failure in refining alchemy was ultimately attributed to Yan Sichun. It was indeed Yan Sichun who did this, so she didn't feel unjust.

The spiritual power test is simple, just release the spiritual power. After the test, Bai Miaomiao rushed forward. Yan Sichun quickly dodged and Bai Miaomiao landed directly on his face. At this time, Yan Sichun did not forget to joke, "Miss Bai, I know I

You were very charming during the test just now, but you were not as excited as you were. Tell me, it's not like I won't hug you, so why do you have to throw me?"

After saying that, she left. She had to decorate her new residence. The only direct disciple of the master of the main palace was equivalent to one person below ten thousand people.

Not far away, he was stopped by Lin Jingfeng. Yan Sichun allowed Lin Jingfeng to pull him away and listened to Lin Jingfeng's question, "Why did you want to harm Bai Miaomiao?"

Yan Sichun looked at Lin Jingfeng with calm eyes, his expression was a little cold, his eyebrows were cold, and his tone was also very cold: "Lin Jingfeng, are you asking me if we are familiar with each other? She is teasing me first.

I will fight back later. No matter what, you tease me first and I will take the lead. Don’t use your code of conduct to restrict others. I, Yan Si Chun, have never been a kind person. If others take the initiative to provoke you, there is no reason not to fight back."

Lin Jingfeng updated slightly. He was not stupid. He thought about the extra poison technique in the test, which was to refine the eighth-grade poison elixir. He also understood some of the reasons. His tone slowed down and was no longer questioning, "You can let the palace master solve it.

The Palace Master will definitely give you justice."

Yan Sichun shook off Lin Jingfeng's hand, turned around and left, saying as he walked: "If all justice in this world has to be given by others, then why is everyone given the power of thought, and only those in power are given the power of thought?

It would be fine if it wasn’t.”