Yun Qiyou suddenly felt disgusted with Ye Xiaochuan. She originally thought that Ye Xiaochuan was just naughty, but she didn't expect that Ye Xiaochuan would talk big words at such a young age.
For thousands of years in the Cangyun Sect, who doesn't know that one of the four major sword techniques of the Cangyun Sect, Beidou Killing God, needs to be based on one's own eighth level of spiritual silence in order to stimulate cultivation.
He relied on Zhan Chen, the peerless divine weapon in his hand, and when his cultivation had not reached the realm of spiritual silence, he tried to fill the shortcomings with the power of the divine sword, which might enable him to control Beidou to kill the god.
Unexpectedly, the young man named Ye Xiaochuan in front of him actually said that he could activate Beidou to kill the god without having to be in the realm of spiritual silence. This made Yun Qiyou very disgusted. He didn't want to stay for a moment longer, and even thought that he didn't have to wait for a moment.
It's time to come and see him.
She turned around and left, saying calmly: "Ye Xiaochuan, I don't have time to waste time with you here."
Ye Xiaochuan said: "Senior Sister Yun, why don't we make a bet?"
Yun Qiyou stopped, staggered, and let out a sword roar like the roar of a dragon and the roar of a phoenix. The white sword light instantly rose, and the Chen-Zhanbing Divine Sword was already out of its sheath, pointing at Ye Xiaochuan.
Ye Xiaochuan was startled, stepped back, and stammered: "Senior Sister Yun, you... what are you doing!"
Yun Qiyou said: "Don't you want to make a bet? Well, if you can't get me to control the Beidou God, I will kill you with one sword."
Ye Xiaochuan laughed dryly and said: "There is no need to bet so big, right? Well, if I have a way, what is your bet? You are so beautiful, I don't want to destroy it with my own hands."
Yun Qiyou said calmly: "There is no way you can do it."
Ye Xiaochuan said: "What if I succeed?"
Yun Qiyou said: "Okay, if you have a way for me to urge Beidou to kill the God, I can do whatever you want."
Ye Xiaochuan slapped his thigh and said with a smile: "That's it, let's make an alliance by hooking up and high-fiving each other. Whoever loses and cheats will be the puppy!"
Yun Qiyou felt angry and amused at the same time. If Ye Xiaochuan hadn't been Uncle Zui's only disciple, he would have kicked him into pieces.
She said calmly: "No need, I, Yun Qiyou, stick to my word, and I am not a cheating person. Tell me, do you have any ideas for me to cultivate my skills to control the Beidou God Killer without reaching the realm of spiritual silence?"
Ye Xiaochuan felt helpless as never before, and smiled bitterly in his heart. He kindly pointed out Yun Qiyou. Yun Qiyou looked so arrogant, as if he owed her something. If it had been anyone else, Ye Xiaochuan would have thrown it away.
The sleeves were off, but Yun Qiyou was as beautiful as a fairy. In front of her, Ye Xiaochuan was really eager to prove his dignity as a man.
Men are cheap in front of beautiful women. Whether they are a veteran seeking beauty who is smiling proudly among the flowers, or a fifteen-year-old boy who is ignorant and in love, as long as he is a man, when facing a beautiful woman, he wants to prove that he is very good.
Be powerful to attract the other person's attention.
The more arrogant and cold Yun Qiyou is, the more she can arouse men's desire to conquer her.
Of course, Ye Xiaochuan's intention to help Yun Qiyou was not all caused by the cheapness of men. There was another reason. For some reason, when he saw Yun Qiyou this time, he felt very different from before. There seemed to be something deep in his heart.
I feel like I really want to get close to her, like a couple who has been entangled for three lifetimes and seven lifetimes.
In fact, he overlooked one thing. The magic weapon Wufeng Ancient Sword that he shed his blood to recognize as its master, and Yun Qiyou's Zhanchen Zhanchen, were once the two swords that had been entangled for endless years.
Six thousand years ago, the invisible sword god, the owner of the Wufeng Divine Sword, and the Duan Nian Fairy, the owner of the Zhanchen Divine Sword, were madly in love. That day, the Zhanchen Divine Sword broke through the stone wall, allowing Wufeng to see the light of day again after six thousand years of silence.
This is a certain fate.
The last time Ye Xiaochuan faced Yun Qiyou at Siguo Cliff, he had not yet recognized the owner of the Wufeng Divine Sword and shed blood. In addition to being afraid of Yun Qiyou, he still felt fear in his heart.
This time was different. The Divine Sword was born, and he shed his blood to recognize its master. The Divine Sword was almost integrated with his blood and soul. He could feel the lingering concern deep in his heart that had been suppressed for six thousand years.
It's just that Ye Xiaochuan is still young and doesn't understand the relationship between men and women, nor does he understand the long-standing relationship between Wu Feng and Zhan Chen, so he doesn't understand where the strange thoughts in his heart come from.
The empty valley is quiet, the crescent moon hangs high, and the sky is full of stars. The entire valley and cliffs in the back mountain are as quiet as a wash. Only the figures of the two young men and women move in the gentle night wind.
Ye Xiaochuan walked to the edge of the cliff and sat on the cliff with his legs hanging in the air. Below was the dark abyss, as if there were waves of cold air rushing upwards.
Now Ye Xiaochuan's Taoist practice is not what it used to be, so naturally he is not afraid of the cold air.
He used his sleeves to clean the rocks around him and signaled to Yun Qiyou.
Yun Qiyou was silent. She looked at Ye Xiaochuan. She didn't know why, but the disgust in her heart just now gradually dissipated. It was as if there was a strange feeling that she had never felt before flowing from the depths of her heart bit by bit.
come out.
She looked at him, looked deeply, and then really walked to Ye Xiaochuan's side and sat on the clean rock that Ye Xiaochuan had just cleaned with his sleeves.
If other disciples of the Cangyun Sect saw this, their jaws would definitely drop in shock. Everyone knew that Yun Qiyou was as cold as ice and never looked at any man in the eye, let alone sitting side by side with him. This was simply...
Arabian Nights.
However, in this silent night, she really seemed to let go of all her aloofness and coldness.
The faint moonlight and stars fell on the two young people, and their reflections in the moonlight seemed to overlap. Could it be that six thousand years ago, the Invisible Sword God and the Fairy Duan Nian were sitting on the cliff like these two people?
, bathing in the moonlight?
A faint fragrance emanated from Yun Qiyou's body, which made Ye Xiaochuan feel a little distracted. From the corner of his eye, he secretly looked at the delicate face of the beautiful woman sitting next to him.
Yun Qiyou tilted his head and looked at Ye Xiaochuan, and said slowly: "If you just let me accompany you to admire the moon, it is not worth losing your life for it."
Ye Xiaochuan withdrew his gaze, looked up at the sky, and said: "Senior Sister Yun, it seems that if I don't show some real skills, you really treat me as a sick cat. Well, for the sake of you accompanying me to admire the moon,
This great immortal will make an exception tonight and give you some tips. As the saying goes, the power of controlling the stars spreads the sword formation of the universe and destroys the power of the heaven and the earth. Our Cangyun Sect's Beidou God-killing Sword Technique can defy the heavens when practiced to the depths, but
But there is a big drawback.”
Yun Qiyou asked: "What are the disadvantages?"
Ye Xiaochuan said: "The power of the stars. Although this Beidou God-killing Sword Formation can be used during the day, its power is much weaker than at night."
Yun Qi nodded humorously. What Ye Xiaochuan said is quite right. Of course, this is something everyone in the world knows. Ye Xiaochuan is a disciple of Zui Taoist, so it is not surprising to know this.
