A wolf howled and hissed in the distance, occasionally mixed with the mournful cries of a cloud riding pony.
Zhao Yanran, who was running quickly on the ice, immediately raised the corners of her lips slightly, and there was also a hint of joy after a successful revenge in her eyes.
Suddenly the direction changed and he ran up a nearby hill. Zhao Yanran looked far away in the direction she came from, and saw the cloud-walking car racing with countless swamp wolves, all the way to the east.
Zhao Yanran chuckled like a trembling flower, and then frowned again.
The wounds on his chest and abdomen were even more painful at this moment, and the toxins in his body still couldn't be suppressed.
He reached out and wiped it on his neck, only to see that his hands were covered in blood. That small scar, which should have been insignificant, was blocked by a strange force and could not stop the bleeding until now.
"Sure enough, it's the prototype of Sword Intent! At the age of thirteen, he was already able to use the sword as a psychic—"
While muttering in his mouth, Zhao Yanran closed her eyes and thought of the sword that seemed to come from the depths of hell. There was an immediate burst of pain all over his body.
Different from when he came before, in Zhao Yanran's eyes, the half-demon boy now was not only not interesting at all, but also a bit hateful.
In the end, she was still timid. Facing the pressure of that superb swordsmanship, she no longer had the confidence to rely on Zong Shou as her furnace cauldron.
There is already a flaw in the mind. There are actually people in this world whom she has no confidence to defeat.
He looked through his bag again and saw that there was very little medicine left in it.
Zhao Yanran sighed softly and was about to turn around and leave. The next moment, his heart moved again and he stopped. He dug into his bag and took out a mirror about one foot long and wide.
A piece of fourth-order beast crystal was directly mounted on the back of the mirror. Wait until the mirror surface flashes with a layer of blue light. Zhao Yan directly used the blood from her own neck as ink to write on the mirror.
The handwriting is scrawled and a mess, and there is no trace of the girl's elegance. On the contrary, it implies an edge and a tyrannical aura.
And when I write it, it’s the same style.
"—Hey! Old witch, does your Taiyuan Sect still lack people? Do you want another direct disciple?"
As soon as the handwriting was written, the blood turned into a little aura and dissipated everywhere. Then after waiting for a moment, the mirror responded, and a few lines of words appeared on the mirror.
At the top, there is a portrait of a woman with simple lines, beautiful and cute, looking like she is burning with anger.
"You crazy bitch! If you dare to call me an old witch again, I will definitely eat you!"
After a moment, all the writing disappeared, and then another line of words appeared.
"It's not like you don't know that our Taiyuan Sect is short of people? Just a direct disciple? Are you so kind? You are qualified to be our Taiyuan Sect's direct disciple, but your Qiling Sect doesn't want it, but it's so embarrassing that you have to give it to us. ? Could it be that the sun is coming out in the west today? I doubt-"
The picture of the beautiful woman also changed for a while, with a face full of doubts.
Zhao Yanran made a 'cut' sound in her mouth, still using blood as ink, and began to write on the mirror.
"If this guy hadn't been a man, and our Seven Spirits Sect only accepts women, old witch, do you think I would have told you?"
"It turns out it's a male—"
The expression on the beautiful girl's picture was obviously a little colder: "Tell me about it? If our family is in a good mood, we will consider it. In short, you are a crazy woman, every time you come to me, nothing good will happen. If you fail to succeed, you will fail. ! With your perspective, the people you recommend are probably not much better. Not everyone can learn Taiyuan Sect’s Taihao Yuanling Sword!”
The corners of Zhao Yanran's lips twitched, and she resisted the thought of completely smashing the bronze mirror in her hand.
After a moment, he sneered softly again, with a sinister luster in his eyes.
"So, what do you think, old witch, of those who destroyed Lingyun Sect's Mingjian Platform and Xiaoluo Tianjian Formation?"
"Xiao Luo Tianjian Array? Well, that's not bad, but it's just that Donglin Yunlu is somewhat famous. Ten holy places, nineteen spiritual mansions. These sects based on their own spiritual lands, no matter which sect's direct disciple, can It's just disdain to break it easily. With such qualifications, you can barely get into my door—"
"What if this person is only thirteen years old and only used a total of 343 breaths?"
The mirror was silent for a while, but Zhao Yanran seemed to think that was not enough, and continued to write: "What if this person only used two hours to copy the twelve divine monuments and talismans?"
This time, after waiting for a long time, Bronze Mirror responded again: "Are you joking? Is there such a person in Yunlu in the east? Crazy woman, are you sure?"
"I have never seen it with my own eyes, but Ling Yun Longruo said it himself!"
"I don't believe it! If there is such a person, Lingyun Sect will probably take him back to the mountain. How can we be allowed to interfere?"
"As a half-demon, I have a body with two veins. It is said that there are other hidden dangers in the body, and I cannot break through the body chakra!"
The picture of the beautiful woman on the mirror immediately showed a true expression. Even the words formed on the mirror seemed a bit proud.
"—I knew it was like this! Since it is a body with two meridians, it cannot break through the ** chakra. What's the use of joining our Taiyuan Sect?"
Zhao Yanran smiled coldly and waited until the handwriting disappeared before writing again.
"Thirteen years old, swordsmanship psychic! As a martial artist, I can see the mysterious meaning of the sword. The disciple restrained his innate true energy to fight with this man. On the 76th sword, he was injured by his sword, and the sword wound was difficult to heal. After the battle All thoughts are gone, and I feel I have no hope of winning anymore!”
Although the blood word is still fierce and domineering. But somehow, it was mixed with an indescribable sense of loss and decadence.
And the bronze mirror fell silent again. But after that, there was no writing, but a cold and dignified voice. Relying on the bronze mirror, it can be transmitted from afar.
"Who is this person? Where is he now? He is in the east of Yunlu at the moment? A thirteen-year-old swordsman and psychic? Are you trying to trick me?"
Zhao Yanran had no intention of continuing to write and put the mirror away directly. My feet froze again and I slid down the hill.
Then I heard only one voice, and said angrily: "Madam, are you going to tell me or not? Do you believe that our family will rush to Qiling Sect right now to accuse you of disrespecting your elders?"
Zhao Yanran's face remained unchanged, but there was a hint of teasing in her eyes.
"If you want to sue, just sue. Since someone has said that you need to think about it, then wait until she has thought about it before you speak. Anyway, we, the Cangsheng Dao, need to find disciples to inherit, and you are not the only one from the Taiyuan Sect!"
The voice was immediately choked up, and immediately turned into a flattering, flattering tone.
"Good Yanran, it was my uncle who was wrong! In this case, how about I give you five more Fire Soul Pills later? Although you won't be able to use these pills now, after a while, they will be just enough to hit the realm of returning Yang. If you want, If you don’t want my sect’s nameless sword, I can give it to you—”
The corners of Zhao Yanran's lips raised slightly, and the previous depression was gone.
"Add twenty more Fetus Refining Pills and twenty Snow Soul Pills, otherwise there is no need to talk!"
"Zhao Yanran, you are crazy!"
The sound rose a full octave, and the bronze mirror vibrated violently in the bag. Zhao Yanran ignored it, and her body suddenly accelerated and slid into the distance.
Almost at the same time, in a pavilion tens of thousands of miles away. A woman in her twenties was also standing up, a little dazed.
And on the mirror in front of her, the line of words that Zhao Yanran had drawn before still appeared.
"Thirteen years old, swordsmanship psychic! As a martial artist, I can see the mysterious meaning of the sword. The disciple restrained his innate true energy to fight with this man. On the 76th sword, he was injured by his sword, and the sword wound was difficult to heal. After the battle All thoughts are gone, and I feel that I have no hope of victory anymore—"
In the eyes of the beautiful woman, there is also a slight flash of strange color,
"Is there really such a wonderful talent in this world? Could this be the Taiyuan Sect blessed by God?"
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