As the sound fell, Su Yun stood up and left Xiaoyuan.

Looking at the young master's back as he left, Su Qinger was slightly stunned: "What's wrong with the young master?"

.....

It was midnight when he returned to his home. Su Yun had nothing to worry about and had no rest. He sat cross-legged and practiced his skills.

Long Xianli probably won’t come at night, and he can practice the Wuji Sword Technique.

A rapidly flying sword hit the night sky, and its sharp aura was like a knife tore and cut all the touching objects around it, and everywhere it went, it was invincible.

The sky turned white and Su Yun left the back mountain panting.

As soon as I returned to the hut, I meditated and adjusted my breathing. But I couldn't wait for a moment, and a slight sound of footsteps sounded in my ears again.

Su Yun opened his eyes and looked to the side, but saw Long Xianli breathing lightly, his pretty face was filled with a little fragrant sweat, and he stood beside him.

The fragrance plunged into the nose, and the smell that penetrated the heart and lungs was so intoxicating.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing Long Xianli's appearance, Su Yun couldn't help but feel a little amused: "The fairy's cultivation is so high, why does it seem like she has gone through a big battle now? She is exhausted?"

Long Xianli took a breath without saying a word, glanced at him lightly, then took out a pile of things from the storage ring on his jade finger and placed them on the table.
Chapter completed!