"If you don't want to be too embarrassing, then don't embarrass yourself?"
The maid surnamed Rong carefully chewed the words brought by the middle-aged man in the yellow robe. Just as the man in the yellow robe was breathing heavily and thought that she was bound to lose her temper, the maid surnamed Rong just raised her arm and signaled He can leave on his own.
Seeing the figure of the middle-aged man in yellow robe disappearing on the mountain road beside her, a shadow cast over the face of the palace lady surnamed Rong.
Since Jing Ruri clearly expressed such an attitude, any verbal disputes are meaningless at all.
"Actually, sending someone to find you is just a kind of respect from the guests to the master. After all, the Minshan Sword Sect is your home. I'm just sorry, I'm just a servant who does things, I can only care about the final result, so what Can you care about whether the process will embarrass me?" The maid surnamed Rong turned her body sideways, lowered her head slightly, looked at the faintly visible figure of Jing Liuli on a certain cliff below, and said peacefully to herself: "I hope this sword will Yes, not only this boy from the wine shop will be taught a lesson, but you, the default successor of the Minshan Sword Sect Master, will also be taught a lesson."
"It's impossible for her to give up just because of your few words."
Tantai Guanjian looked at Jing Liuli and said.
"Of course I know she won't give up." Jing Liuli sneered slightly: "It's just an opportunity I sent up to be scolded by me, so I naturally can't miss it."
Tantai Guanjian couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile.
No matter how talented Jing Ruri is, after all, she is still too young, so she has such bad tastes.
"Do you need to stop him?"
After shaking his head, Tantai Guanjian asked.
This is the third time he has asked this question.
The previous two times were all because of Qing Yaoyin, but regarding Qing Yaoyin, he and Jing Liuli had completely reached a consensus, so the questioning this time was naturally because of new changes.
"unnecessary."
Just like the previous two times, Jing Liuli shook her head without any hesitation, "I set the rules of the Sword Club. Since I didn't stipulate that this cannot be done, there is no reason to stop it. The most important thing is that this is also a matter of It's about my pride, just like the boy from the liquor store who knew she would fight against him but still thought she couldn't stop him from winning, I also think she can't succeed."
Tantai Guanjian looked at her proud side face, and still felt that this was a bad taste of a young heart.
"I scolded her just now, and there is such a change at this moment. Does she have any ability to transmit messages in our Minshan Sword Sect?" At this moment, Jing Liuli turned her head, looked at him and asked road.
Tantai Guanjian smiled, and said: "It is impossible for any outsider to transmit messages in our Minshan Sword Sect, let alone at this time, only the army will have some unique magic tools for transmitting messages, such as the two-heart worm , Jijijiao, etc., there are induction beads in Jiaodong County and overseas. This kind of beads are naturally produced in the seabed. There are two pairs. If one bead is damaged, the other bead will also dissipate and split. Artifacts are generally used in the military to convey the simplest military orders, such as attack and retreat, but it is difficult to convey specific instructions."
Jing Liuli frowned slightly, "I don't know much about this."
Tantai Guanjian said indifferently: "These are not compared to cultivation, as long as you have experienced it and heard it, you will know it, and maybe you don't even need to know it."
Jing Liuli understood what Tantai Guanjian meant.
There are all kinds of practitioners in the Minshan Sword Sect, and she only needs to become the strongest sword in the Minshan Sword Sect in the future.
She even needs to represent Minshan Sword Sect's attitude, and she doesn't need to come out of Minshan Sword Sect at all.
Before she became the strongest sword in the Minshan Sword Sect, she didn't feel that it was meaningless to stay in the Minshan Sword Sect, and life would become boring, so she nodded at this time, stopped talking, and looked down. To a selected student walking through the crimson sea of thorns.
The selected student was a dark-complexioned young man with slightly protruding forehead and cheekbones. He was not good-looking, and his figure was not tall, and he was even a little stooped.
In the previous competitions, this teenager also behaved extremely ordinary, and most people didn't even notice when he passed those checkpoints.
After entering this underground plain, he was also one of the last batch of selected students, and he still didn't attract many people's attention.
However, this selected student was originally one of the most famous and mysterious among all the selected students.
Because he is Lie Yinghong who is ranked first in the talent book.
Apart from knowing that he came from Jiaodong County on the coast, that he might practice overseas, and possess some skills that practitioners from the overseas islands are good at, almost none of the places where he practiced in Changling knew anything about him.
He was wearing a mulberry-colored coarse cloth robe before, but now he is wearing a dark red robe.
This robe is directly woven from the crimson thorn bark inside the thorn bark. Although it is extremely rough, it is extremely tough and dense, like a thin layer of vine armor, preventing the thorns on the thorns from piercing through. .
The most important thing is that it didn't take much time for him to finish this robe. He didn't look like a practitioner with a sword at all, but like a top craftsman with the most skilled skills.
At this moment, he was walking directly among the thorn bushes. Although his speed was still not fast, his body bowed a little lower, almost hiding his entire figure in the thorn bushes, looking like a cautious and quiet man. A lone wolf ready to hunt is also like a shark swimming in the shallow water of the sea.
"She wants Ding Ning to understand that the more you try to resist, the more you will lose, and Xue Wangxu will not be the only one who will be lost." Jing Liuli looked at Lie Yinghong's figure and said slowly: "A lot Practitioners can ignore their own life and death, but such constant pressure can easily lead to mental breakdown."
Hearing her words, Tantai Guanjian turned his head to look at her, and said softly seriously: "So don't pay too much attention to anyone, otherwise you will have many weaknesses."
"What about you?" Hearing Tantai Guanjian's sincere warning as a teacher, Jing Liuli asked indifferently.
Tantai Guanjian smiled slightly, and said naturally: "The people I care about the most are stronger than me, so even if there are weaknesses, others are unlikely to catch them."
Lie Yinghong is obviously a practitioner who is very good at tracking. The reason why there is such a dialogue between the two is because Lie Yinghong has already locked a prey.
At this moment, he was almost heading straight towards the prey.
So although he wasn't traveling fast, he was getting close to his prey very quickly.
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The water in the stream is slightly cool, and although the thorn bushes on both sides of the stream have extremely annoying sharp thorns, like most plants, they exude a natural fragrance.
Before Shen Yi came to Changling, like most of the young people in Guanzhong, he had enough bravery and drive, but his temperament and actions were not meticulous and calm.
However, taking care of Xue Wangxu for half a year in Wutongluo, rising at sunrise and extinguishing at sunset in the most ordinary dilapidated streets and alleys, in addition to practicing, the most trivial and ordinary things encountered on weekdays, in addition to accepting Xue Wangxu With Xu's teachings, he has made great progress in swordsmanship, and his temperament has naturally become extremely peaceful.
So even though he was very tired and in constant pain, and those blue palaces were still far away, seemingly inaccessible, he still didn't feel much anxious or discouraged.
So he immediately sensed the subtle movement in the thorn bush behind him, he stopped immediately, held the sword, and turned around.
However, the trace of change in his perception completely disappeared.
He just saw a peaceful, crimson thornbush.
Shen Yi's brows furrowed deeply, he knew that this could not be his illusion, so he waited as calmly as possible.
Time passed slowly, and Shen Yi, holding the hilt of his sword, seemed to have turned into a stone sculpture.
A storm suddenly rose from the crimson bushes.
The crimson thorn bushes he was facing fell in pieces, and countless branches broke into countless sections, rushing towards him with the strong wind.
With a soft chirp, Shen Yi had already drawn his sword, but at the same time, a gleam of shock flashed in his eyes.
Such a violent storm came from the front, but the attacker did not follow the storm from the front. On the contrary, a sword light appeared from behind his body!
His attention was all on the storm in front of him. At this time, he sensed the sword light coming from behind him. He knew that he was already slow, but he didn't panic because of it. His sword was still the smoothest and fastest. The sword was drawn at a fast speed, and it was slashed towards the front of the body, but at the same time, both feet and waist and abdomen were exerted force, twisting the whole body sideways in an instant.
A sharp silver sword light has already approached his body.
At this moment, the sword light in Shen Yi's hand has also been swayed.
A circle of unusually dazzling light exploded in front of Shen Yi, and in the next moment, the whole body around Shen Yi was pitch black, just like the deepest night suddenly descending, this silver sword light even disappeared in this dark night among.
The owner of this silver sword light couldn't see anything, let out a deep yell, and retreated resolutely.
Shen Yi forced the attacker back with a sword, but there was no surprise in his heart.
Because at this moment, he felt a bit of coolness in the strong wind behind him.
It was a cold metallic taste.
In the gust of wind blowing from the back, not only those broken crimson thorns, but also other things.
At this time, these things should be very close to his back, so just relying on these cold metallic tastes, the image of a few thin sword blades about to touch his back appeared in his mind.
The same is true.
A few sharp sword blades, like several long and narrow fishbone, faint shadows have even landed on his back.