A wolf howled and hissed in the distance, occasionally mixed with the mournful cries of a horse riding on the clouds.
Zhao Yanran, who was running quickly on the ice, immediately raised the corners of her lips slightly, and there was a hint of joy after a successful revenge in her eyes.
Suddenly the direction changed and she ran up a nearby hill. Zhao Yanran looked far away in the direction in which she came 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 the chest and abdomen were even more painful at this moment, and the toxins in the body still could not be suppressed.
He reached out and wiped it on his neck, only to see that his hands were covered with blood. The small scar, which should have been insignificant, was blocked by a strange force and could not stop the bleeding until now.
"Sure enough, it is the prototype of Sword Intention! At the age of thirteen, he is already able to use the sword to channel spirits——"
As he murmured in his mouth, Zhao Yanran closed her eyes and remembered the sword that seemed to come from the depths of hell. There was a painful spasm all over her 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 actually a little hateful.
She was still timid in the end. Facing the pressure of that superb swordsmanship, she no longer had the confidence to use Zong Shou as her furnace cauldron.
There is already a flaw in her soul. There are actually people in this world that she has no confidence to defeat.
He looked through the bag he carried with him 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, her heart moved and she stopped. She dug into her bag and took out a mirror about one foot long and wide.
She directly set a piece of fourth-order beast crystal on the back of the mirror. When the mirror surface flashed with a layer of blue aura, Zhao Yan directly used the blood from her own neck as ink to write on the mirror surface.
The handwriting is sloppy and messy, with no girlish elegance at all. Instead, it contains an edge and a domineering air.
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 dispersed everywhere. Then after waiting for a moment, the mirror reacted, 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? It's just a direct disciple? How can you be so kind? You are qualified to be a direct disciple of our Taiyuan Sect, but your Qiling Sect doesn't want it yourself, but it's so embarrassing that you want to give it to us.
?Could it be that the sun is coming out in the west today? I doubt it——"
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 to be a male——"
The expression on the picture of the beautiful woman was obviously a bit 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 Formation? Well, that's not bad, but it's just that Donglin Yunlu is somewhat famous. The Ten Holy Lands, the Nineteen Spiritual Palaces. These sects are based on their own spiritual lands. No matter which sect's direct disciple, they can
It's just disdain to break through easily. With such qualifications, you can barely enter 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 it was Ling Yun Longruo who 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 interfere?"
"As a half-demon, I have a body with two veins. It is said that there are hidden dangers in the body and I cannot break through the body wheel!"
The picture of the beautiful woman on the mirror immediately showed a true expression. Even the words formed on the mirror seemed to be a bit proud.
"——I knew it was like this! Since it is a body with two channels, it cannot break through the body wheel. What's the use of worshiping our Taiyuan Sect?"
Zhao Yanran smiled coldly and waited until the handwriting disappeared before writing again.
"Thirteen years old, a psychic in the art of swordsmanship! As a martial artist, I can see the mysterious meaning of the sword. The disciple restrained his innate 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 winning anymore!"
Although the words in blood are still fierce and domineering, they are somehow mixed with an indescribable sense of loss and decadence.
And the bronze mirror was silent again. But after that, no writing appeared, but a cold and solemn voice. Relying on the bronze mirror, it came from afar.
"Who is this person? Where is he now? He is 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 away the mirror. Her feet froze again, and she slid down the hill.
Then only one voice was heard, and he 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. Anyway, we, the Cangsheng Dao, need to find disciples to inherit, and you are not the only one from the Taiyuan Sect!"
That voice was immediately choked up, and immediately turned into a flattering, flattering tone.
"Oh Yanran, my uncle is wrong! In this way, my uncle will 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 to Yang. You need to
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 swept away.
"Add twenty more Fetus Refining Pills and twenty Snow Soul Pills, otherwise there is no need to talk!"
"Zhao Yanran, you are crazy!"
The voice rose a full octave, and the bronze mirror in the bag also vibrated violently. Zhao Yanran ignored it and suddenly accelerated, sliding into the distance.
Almost at the same time, in a pavilion tens of thousands of miles away, a woman in her twenties stood 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, a psychic in the art of swordsmanship! As a martial artist, I can see the mysterious meaning of the sword. The disciple restrained his innate 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 no longer have any hope of victory——"
There was also a slight twinkle of color in the eyes of the beautiful woman,
"Is there really such a wonderful talent in this world? Could this be the Taiyuan Sect blessed by God?"