Wang Yimiao's sword move, even though he did not have any spiritual energy or sword intent attached to it, and only relied on brute force, he still cut a deep crack into the wall.

The sound of sword slashing suddenly resounded throughout the room. Zhou Po and Ning Ninglu, who were originally smiling, were startled by the sudden slashing sound. Then they turned their heads and looked at the sword-taking action of Wang Yimiao's sword chopping the wall and slashing the wall.

"Sixth Junior Brother, what are you going to do?" Zhou Po asked in shock.

"Try the sword." Wang Yimiao said naturally, and then changed into another sword and looked like he was ready to slash against the wall.

Seeing this, Zhou Po hurriedly shouted: "Don't..."

But his voice was still late, and Wang Yimao swung out another flat slash, destroying the wall.

Bang!

He was hit by the flat chop twice in a row, and the wall was cut through a crack, and through the gap, a line of outdoor scenery was visible.

But before Wang Yimiao could be embarrassed, a flying stone shot out hit his exposed ankle.

"Oh!" Wang Yimiao jumped up in pain, hugged her feet and jumped back.

"Sixth Junior Brother, are you okay? Why did you? Be careful!" Zhou Po was about to express all the doubts in his heart when he saw Wang Yimiao hit a table when he retreated, and quickly changed his words and exclaimed.

But Zhou Po's voice was still too late.

Wang Yimiao suddenly lost his balance and fell backwards, overturning the table, and putting several iron swords on the table.

Wang Yimiao looked in horror as several iron swords on the table were thrown up, and then scattered towards him.

He was shocked: "Suddenly why are you so unlucky?"

Even though he was sure that his bad luck would not bring death to him, these swords would be disabled if they did not die.

But just when he was frightened, Zhou Po picked up an iron piece casually, and his spiritual energy surged out. With a wave of his hand, he threw the iron piece in his hand towards the sword above Wang Yimao.

In the midst of lightning, the scattered iron sheets passed through the scattered group of swords. The strong wind directly swept across the group of swords, and finally they all pierced deeply into the wall. The iron sheets as fast as meteors also pierced a small hole through the wall.

Wang Yimiao looked at this scene in disbelief. He was still scared when he was just out of trouble. He got up from the ground in a daze. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and turned to thank Zhou Po: "Thank you, the second senior brother, for helping you."

"What's the point of asking for nothing?" Zhou Po suddenly realized when he saw that Wang Yimiao was fine.

Then Zhou Po said again: "Sixth Junior Brother, don't try the sword again."

"Yes, yes, I dare not do it now if I ask me to try it."

"Then you just pick a sword from it, just hold it with a good hand."

"Okay." Wang Yimiao immediately threw away the sword in his hand. This sword brought bad luck to him, so he was not willing to choose this sword.

Then he turned around and wanted to retrieve the first sword he had tried, but found that the sword, along with all the remaining swords, had been inserted into the wall at this moment.

He stepped forward and tried to pull out the sword, but suddenly realized that he could not pull out the sword if he could use his strength.

"By the way, when did you learn the Yaoyue Sword Technique?" Zhou Po asked curiously. It is logical that Wang Yimiao had only joined the sect for a day and could not have the chance to learn the sect's sword Technique.

"It was taught by Brother Five today." Wang Yimiao pulled the sword hard while squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.

Suddenly, he looked back and found that Zhou Po and Ning Ninglu were looking at him with strange expressions. Especially when he saw Ning Ninglu staring at him, he suddenly felt that his current appearance was very embarrassing in front of the girl, so he laughed twice and said casually: "You know it's not the best when you touch it."

Then, he walked back to his position in the shocked eyes of Zhou Po and Ning Ninglu, picked up the sword that he had discarded the moment before, and said seriously: "The sword pattern is like a cloud, the sword is as hard as a diamond, the hair is blown, the iron is as thin as mud, but it is as light as a manuscript. This sword is the best. Second Senior Brother, your skills are indeed amazing!"

Wang Yimiao thought to himself: "This sword is just this sword. Although it has brought me bad luck, it will definitely bring me good luck in the future."

When Zhou Po heard Wang Yimiao’s praise, he didn’t feel happy at all. He just said awkwardly: “The sixth junior brother has gone too far.”

Wang Yimiao immediately felt that the atmosphere was wrong, but fortunately, embarrassment was the norm in his life. He had already been able to resolve the embarrassment, so he immediately diverted everyone's attention, took out a nearly scrapped arm guard from the space ring, and asked Zhou Po: "Second Brother, you said you can also practice magic weapons. I have an arm guard. Can you help me repair it?"

This arm guard is the medium-grade Taoist weapon that once helped him block the last blow of the Black Falcon.

"Let me take a look first." Zhou Po said as he took the arm guard, calmed the astonishment on his face, and carefully observed the entire arm guard.

Zhou Po was shocked: "This is a medium-grade Taoist instrument!"

"Yes." Wang Yimiao did not deny it, "It was just a broken medium-grade Taoist weapon."

Then he didn't wait for Zhou Po to be surprised and found another excuse to explain: "If it is not broken, it won't be in my hands."

Ning Ninglu also looked curiously. She hadn't seen Taoist instruments many times, but let alone her, even Zhou Po didn't see much. After all, things that were not of sufficient level would not be too powerful.

However, they didn't know that all the Taoist weapons stored in Wang Yimiao's space ring could be equipped with people several times from beginning to end.

So Wang Yimiao didn’t know what they were curious about? What was there to be surprised about?

He is really full and doesn't know that hungry men are hungry.

So Wang Yimiao asked calmly: "Second Brother, can you fix it?"

"It's probably OK, but even after repairing, its quality level will drop to the level of a top-grade spiritual weapon, but one of the functions it comes with can still be preserved."

When Wang Yimiao heard this, he thought that the function Zhou Po said should be the figure that could be released after the spiritual energy was poured into it.

"It's better than it's now a rag." Wang Yimiao said in a helpless way, "When will the second senior brother help me repair it?"

"I'm not sure about this. I'm very busy. You also saw that I want to help Junior Sister Ninth build weapons. I will take Junior Sister Ninth to the temple fair tonight..." Zhou Po suddenly realized that he had said something and immediately kept silent.

"Going to the temple fair?" Wang Yimiao asked in surprise, thinking to himself: "It's really a valuation over friends!"

"Yes, the second senior brother said there is a temple fair in Yekang City tonight, and I want to take me over to play..." Ning Ninglu, who was standing beside him, interrupted with a smile.

When Zhou Po heard Ning Ninglu's speech, he couldn't help but stare at Ning Ninglu in horror, and kept shouting in his mind: "Junior sister, don't say it! This is our secret date!"

But Ning Ninglu did not notice Zhou Po's expression, but continued, "I happened to have never been to Yekang City, and I thought that the temple fair must be fun, so I agreed to the invitation of my second senior brother. Sixth senior brother, do you want to come together?"

Sure enough, Zhou Po was afraid of something, and Ning Ninglu said something.

When Wang Yimiao heard Ning Ning Lu's reply, she immediately turned her head to look at Ning Ning Lu, but just as Ning Ning Lu finished her last sentence, Wang Yimiao suddenly had nosebleeds.

This is not because Ning Ninglu's exposed clothes made Wang Yimiao see where she shouldn't have seen. On the contrary, Ning Ninglu's dress is still very conservative, and this situation occurs entirely because Wang Yimiao is infected with bad luck.

Wang Yimiao felt liquid flowing in her nose, and she couldn't help but stretch out her hand and saw that her hand was instantly scarlet.

Wang Yimiao said to herself in wonder: "Why did you suddenly have nosebleed?"

Before he could react, he was infected with a trace of bad luck and had a small bad luck.

But this bad luck caused a huge misunderstanding.

Ning Ninglu saw Wang Yimiao's sudden hanging nosebleed. She had a little brainwash and then hugged her hands in panic, completely blocking her chest. At the same time, she said with a gloomy look: "Sixth Brother, what do you want to do? I didn't expect you to be such a senior brother!"

Wang Yimiao's image in her mind was greatly reduced in an instant.

"What?" Wang Yimiao was shocked when she heard Ning Ning Lu's words.

Zhou Po immediately blocked Ning Ninglu in panic, looked at Wang Yimiao in surprise and said, "Sixth Junior Brother, aren't you? You are so excited just by sending an invitation to you?"

"I……"
Chapter completed!