As the signature genius disciple of Zhaohan Sect, Lingbo is very accomplished in swordsmanship. After entering the sect for only a few decades, he has already cultivated at the Jindan stage. Her speed of cultivation has caused the envy and admiration of many cultivators. Until Yunhuamen came out with a Konghou who had established a foundation in four years, Lingbo's genius halo instantly dimmed by more than half.
Lingbo, who is used to being touted by countless people, is somewhat unpleasant in her heart, especially when she finds out that Konghou even has the same appearance as her, her heart is even more mixed. No way, in this world not only male cultivators are competitive, but female cultivators are also the same.
After being introduced to the secret realm, she found that she was separated from her brothers and sisters. Before she went far, she saw a female disciple of Yuanjimen fell into the canyon, and she picked him up. If it is to save a beautiful man, what is it to save a delicate female cultivator
She walked all the way with the oil bottle to kill the Illusory Demon. Fortunately, the oil bottle knew which shop did the most delicate hairpins, and where the most delicate hairpins were, which made her endure it until now.
But at the moment when a large number of Illusory Demons were besieging her, she found that the oil bottle had stepped on her latest dress dirty, and there was a big footprint on it. The darkness made her unbearable. The skirt became unpretentious, and she didn't even have the mood to swing her sword.
A few cleaning techniques must be applied first.
"What time is it, you still care about your skirts?" Konghou flew over, raised his Shui Frost sword to stop the Illusory Demon, and kicked a white-haired blue-faced monkey.
"Why are you here?" Lingbo returned to his senses, flew behind Konghou, and cut off an Illusory Demon who was trying to attack Konghou's back, "Your swordsmanship seems to be the basic entry-level swordsmanship of Yunhuamen?"
Oh, is this mocking her bad swordsmanship
Konghou slashed his palms in the air, and the spiritual energy penetrated the Illusory Demon's chest, and the Illusory Demon disappeared instantly: "Let the fairy laugh, the swordsmanship is only my sub-path, I major in the way of rhythm, and I don't dare to be like a fairy, not afraid of battle."
This little yellow-haired girl actually mocked her for not being serious when she was fighting. She looked well-behaved and had a lot of scheming.
The two of them swung their swords in unison, slashing back the Illusory Demon who came up, and Lingbo said, "You help me, I'll use two cleansing techniques first."
Konghou: "…"
Doesn't it mean that Jian Xiu is not easily affected by foreign objects? The talented disciple of the dignified Zhaohan Sect, is that all
After Lingbo finished saying this, without waiting for Konghou's answer, he lowered his head and threw a cleansing technique on his skirt. Konghou fought off the surrounding Illusory Demon with a few swords, and turned his head to stare at Lingbo: "Are you alright?"
"Okay." Lingbo said, "I'll show you today, what is real swordsmanship." She flew up, the sword in her hand emitted a brilliant silver light, and the Illusory Demons screamed, most of them were damaged.
"Have you seen it?" Lingbo squinted at Konghou, "This is the real swordsmanship."
Konghou turned his head and looked to the side: "Huanzong."
Ayanami: "..."
Knowing that Huan Zong of the Glazed Light Sect was here, what kind of swordsmanship is she still showing off? Isn't this shameful
"How do you feel?" Huan Zong stood beside him and didn't do anything, in order to increase Konghou's actual combat experience.
"Not bad." Konghou put away his sword and walked towards Huan Zong. Seeing him coming, Huan Zong spread his palm towards her, "You did a good job just now, but you only paid attention to the enemy in front of you, ignoring your back. If you are in danger alone in the future, this situation will be very dangerous."
Putting her hand into Huan Zong's palm, the warm touch surrounded her again, she squinted at Huan Zong and smiled: "I will pay attention next time." Just now, because Lingbo and Huan Zong were there, she subconsciously ignored herself. Protect.
Huan Zong also guessed this. He couldn't help but laugh, but he couldn't bear that she was really in danger alone, so he had to say: "When you leave the secret realm, you can practice more with Lin Hu."
Listening to the two whispering, Ayanami's eyes fell on the two of them. Is this really a pure friendship between men and women? Is it because she has too few friends and doesn't know enough about communication
Standing silently behind her, Jin Ling had already recognized Huan Zong and Kong Hou, but he did not expect these two to be disciples of the great sect. Thinking of losing such a big face in front of the two of them before, Jin Ling can't wait to disappear from the two of them immediately.
However, the secret realm was too dangerous, and she did not dare to run around.
She used to rely on the brothers and sisters in the sect to hold her. She was not too concerned about her practice, and only when she entered the dense forest did she realize the importance of cultivation. Whether it was Lingbo of Zhaohan Sect or Konghou of Yunhuamen, their cultivation was stronger than her, and she became the bottom of the three women.
With no face left, she still owes a great debt to Ayanami, whom she has hated for more than ten years.
Life is really full of turning points. The turning points in her life were a little big, and she almost couldn't react. A lot of thoughts flashed through her mind when she fell into the canyon and lost her spiritual energy in this dense forest with no attentive brothers and sisters.
She always thinks about relying on others, but there are times when she is unreliable. Is there really nothing wrong with this kind of thinking
Seeing that Konghou and Lingbo were fighting with their swords recklessly, and she could only hide on the side, Jin Ling suddenly felt ashamed. This feeling was too uncomfortable. She lowered her head angrily, and was speechless for a long time.
And Huan Zong, a good-looking man who couldn't live a good life, was no longer interested in her.
There was an unspeakable silence between the four of them.
After a while, the fog suddenly filled the air, and the entire jungle fell into a thick fog.
"The position of the array has changed." Huan Zong clenched Konghou's hand, "Remember, don't let go."
"Huan Zong..."
When Huan Zong heard Konghou's voice weak and even trembling, he looked sideways. Konghou's face was covered in blood, and even the flesh on his body began to fall off. Huan Zong's pupils dilated for a moment, and then he let go of "Konghou"'s hand, "Lost monkey beast?"
There are monkeys that can imitate the appearance of humans and create illusions that make humans fear and panic. This negative emotion is the food for them to become stronger.
"Squeaky." Finding himself dismantled, the monkey beast fled in a hurry, Huan Zong raised his sword, and when he was about to slash down, he saw a little monkey the size of a slap hiding behind a tree trunk.
The little monkey's face was dry and thin, his dark eyes stared at the fleeing monkey, and his fluffy arms stretched out.
"I forgive you once today, and if there is another time, I will let your heads be separated." With the sword in the sheath, Huan Zong calculated the position of the formation and began to look for the trace of Konghou.
After the monkey beast rushed to the tree trunk, it took the little monkey into its arms, stuck out a head from behind the tree trunk, and secretly watched Huan Zong's figure disappear into the mist.
"Huanzong, why are your hands so rough?" Konghou vaguely felt that something was wrong. Huanzong's palms were soft and thick, how could they be as dry as old tree bark
"Because my... hand... is broken." The intermittent voice came, Konghou looked back, she was not holding Huan Zong, but an arm, Huan Zong was standing two or three steps away from her, He looked at her darkly.
Konghou stopped, silently throwing away the arm in his hand, pulling out the water frost sword from his hair, and chasing after this "Huanzong": "What kind of mess, dare to pretend to be Huanzong?!"
In her mind, Huan Zong is so perfect, so good-looking, so personable, what kind of thing is this
"I don't even look at your short legs, and I don't even look at your hunchback and hooked waist. How can there be a half of Huan Zong's style?!"
"Huanzong" moved very quickly, and was chased by Konghou and screamed, but only a few hairs were injured by Konghou. Kong Hou was angry, he took out a magic weapon and threw it out. The instrument turned into a large golden net in the air, imprisoning "Huan Zong" in the music net.
"Do you still want to run?" Konghou approached the golden net and lifted the net pocket, only then did he see that the monster disguised as Huan Zong was a very ugly monkey.
"Squeak." The monkey who was caught by Konghou clasped his hands together and looked straight at Konghou with round eyes, as if begging for mercy.
"You know how to beg for mercy now?" Konghou smelled the stench on the monkey's body. She held the monkey monster with one hand and put the other on her hips, deliberately frightening it: "I haven't eaten monkey meat before, so I don't know how it tastes."
The monkey monster, who was still begging for mercy, rolled his eyelids and fainted.
"Is this dizzy?" Kong Hou poked the monkey's fluffy head, "Isn't it too daring just now, are you trying to scare me, and now you're pretending to be dead again?"
Konghou didn't notice the evil spirit and bloody aura in this monkey, which is why she didn't stab it to death with a sword just now.
"Okay, stop pretending." Konghou opened the golden net, "If I don't leave, I'll really eat monkeys."
The monkey monster, who was still dizzy at first, heard this sentence and jumped up, using both his fore and aft legs, and rolled and ran out of Konghou's sight. Konghou thought it was a little strange, this monkey has no other ability other than being able to disguise himself as someone else. What is it that separates her from Huan Zong and makes her not even aware of it
She took out a fan used to fan the refiner, Konghou fanned the surrounding mist so that she could see the road under her feet clearly, but she did not dare to go too far, for fear that Huanzong would not find her later.
"Huan Zong, are you nearby?"
"Huan Zong?"
There was no answer from all around, and there was no sound in the fog except for her cries. No wind, no other creatures, nothing. Kong Hou took off the phoenix head and pinched it in his hand, and looked around vigilantly.
Click, click.
There was the sound of footsteps, the footsteps were slow and slow, and the distance of each step was exactly the same.
A gust of wind blew, and Huan Zong in white clothes and jade crown appeared not far away. He waved to Konghou: "Konghou, come here quickly."
hum.
Konghou put his fingers on the strings of the phoenix's head and said sternly, "Go away!"
There are many dangers in the fog, and Huan Zong will never let her walk over. On weekdays, Huan Zong's walking pace is indeed slow and slow, and every step seems to be measured, but it is not always like this.
That day in Yancheng, when she was attacked by evil cultivators, Huan Zong's pace was eager and chaotic. No one can be the same as usual when someone close to them is in danger.
The phoenix head sang, and Huan Zong, who was not far away, turned into a thick fog and disappeared without a trace.
Kong Hou's hands covered the strings, Qu stopped the fog, and the surroundings became quiet again. The next moment, footsteps were heard again in the fog, and there was a light cough.
"Huanzong?" Konghou looked to where the voice came from, but he didn't take his hand off the phoenix's head string.
Huan Zong, who came out of the thick fog, was wearing a gorgeous red shirt that he had never worn before.