Hearing this, everyone including the deputy hall master twitched at the corners of their mouths. If you can't learn anything, then who are we? Just wipe your neck and commit suicide.
Rumors are really going to kill people. A person with such a high level of swordsmanship is actually rumored to be a fool who can't learn anything.
"Brother, kill him quickly!"
Yan Lingfei reminded that the deputy master of the Ten Thousand Poison Palace was cunning and cunning, and he must not stay for a long time.
Xiao Chenfeng stabbed the deputy palace master with his sword again, and a faint green mist suddenly shot out from the latter's sleeves.
Xiao Chenfeng couldn't avoid it, and his palms were contaminated by this wisp of mist, which continued to erode his whole body.
"Hahaha... Xiao Chenfeng, you have been poisoned by my Nine Nether Mysterious Poison, which is constantly corroding your spiritual veins. No matter how high your swordsmanship is, you will still fall into my hands in the end."
Seeing Xiao Chenfeng being attacked, the deputy palace master couldn't help but feel happy and laughed wildly.
Seeing that Xiao Chenfeng had been poisoned, the eyes of the Tianxuan Sect and Zixiao Pavilion disciples who had already raised their hopes dimmed again, and their disappointment was palpable.
"Senior brother!" Yan Lingfei lay on the ground and said sadly.
"Junior sister, I'm fine." Xiao Chenfeng glanced at Yan Lingfei tenderly, still holding out his chest, body upright, drawing two sword arcs, and once again displayed the Double Spin Emperor Sword.
"You're crazy!"
Seeing that Xiao Chenfeng ignored the mysterious poison in his body and continued to attack him, he said: "If you use spiritual power to attack me, it will only accelerate the corrosion of your spiritual veins."
"If I can save Junior Sister, it doesn't matter if I die." Xiao Chenfeng said heroically, then looked at Yan Lingfei and said: "Junior Sister, you go quickly, I will stop them."
Yan Lingfei was crying profusely now. This was the saddest time she had cried since she was a child.
The scenes from the past kept replaying in her mind.
Ever since she became a disciple of Liyang Sword Master at the age of ten, she has been looking down on her senior brother from the bottom of her heart.
At that time, Xiao Chenfeng's cultivation level was low, and his understanding was even worse. He could not learn any mysterious martial arts.
She was even ridiculed by all the disciples in the pavilion, and she was also laughed at, so she hated her senior brother very much, and even described it as hate.
She didn't understand at all that her master, Liyang Sword Master, was so magnificent that he would accept such a fool as his disciple.
She asked her master many times, and Liyang Sword Master always replied with a smile, "You don't understand, your senior brother is a genius that is rare to see in a thousand years."
She was even more unconvinced. Her talent was so amazing that she was invincible among the younger generation. Her master had never praised her so highly.
Her senior brother can't learn anything. He has never won a competition since he was a child. He has been humiliated in various ways by his fellow students. How can he be praised so highly by his master
Although Xiao Chenfeng treated her very well, obeyed her words, and often knitted some beautiful scarecrows and gave them to her.
But she stepped on the ground in front of Xiao Chenfeng, and sarcastically said without mercy, "If you have such thoughts, why not spend more time on cultivation? Do you know that because of you, I have been laughed at by many senior brothers and sisters in the pavilion?"
Even after they both grew up, she never gave her senior brother a good look.
She knew very well what her senior brother was thinking about her, but she had such high standards that she didn't even look down on the geniuses of the major sects, let alone an ordinary senior brother.
But at this moment, when she was in the most danger, it was her senior brother who stood up to save her, willing to give up his own life to save her.