"A cat and a dog? The seventh elder compared the world-famous Lord Ling Yu to a cat and a dog. Are you trying to humiliate the Qingyun Sword Sect?" Qingyao dragged Lingyu Jun into the water by claiming to defend his senior brother, "You can bully me, but you can't bully your senior brother!
"
Wen Yi saw her eyes rolling around on the Soul Gathering Cauldron, she was so stupid that her greed was written on her face, she sneered: "Huh? It was you who said that Mr. Lingyu is a beast, not me.
"
There is a big difference between animals and cats and dogs.
Not to mention Qingyao who provoked the trouble, even Ling Yujun couldn't keep it off his face. His eyes narrowed dangerously, and he felt very unhappy.
Much of this distaste that came from Wen Yi also came from Qing Yao's stupidity. Even if he was disgusted by a licker and a fool, the graceful Ling Yujun acted very magnanimously and did not blame anyone.
The Tongshan Sect disciples respected and admired him more and more.
"Seventh Elder!" Qingyao drew out his life sword and stabbed Wen Yi, "You are going too far."
She is in the foundation-building realm and can crush the waste in the Qi-training realm to death with one finger!
The cold sword struck through the air, intending to make a hole in Wen Yi's body to eliminate today's humiliation and the hatred in his heart.
Such a shocking change shocked everyone.
No matter what, Wen Yi is the elder of the main sect, and the young master is too impulsive. If Piao Miao Huan Mansion blames him, he won't be able to get a favor, but other people don't think so.
"The Seventh Elder deceived others too much and brought it upon himself."
"She really needs to learn a lesson. She is so arrogant and domineering. I have long disliked Miao Miao Huan Mansion!"
"Young master, you fought well, you fought well! You should give the Seventh Elder a hard look. Our backer is the Qingyun Sword Sect, not some misty fantasy palace."
When Qingyao heard the encouragement from her classmates, she felt a sense of pleasure in her heart when she thought of Wen Yi being beaten to the ground and begging for mercy.
Wen Yi came to the Treasure Pavilion without bringing the fairy sword with her. The one closest to her was Ling Yujun. She easily drew out the fairy sword, injected a small amount of spiritual power into the Spirit Gathering Cauldron, and blocked it with her backhand.
"When——"
Qingyao, who was full of confidence as her spiritual power surged, was bounced several feet away.
Her expression changed drastically when she saw the fairy sword in Wen Yi's hand, "Let go of your dirty hands and don't touch senior brother's fairy sword!"
"So what if I touch it?" Wen Yi held the sword with one hand, and his gorgeous robe moved automatically without any wind. He was obviously in the Qi training realm, but it gave everyone a sense of urgency as if they were facing an abyss.
Qingyao was angry and angry, "Humph, the fairy sword has its spirit. Don't think that if you bluff with your senior brother's sword, I will throw the rat weapon into the trap. Today, I will return all the anger I have received from Tongshan Sect over the years on you, a loser. I will beat you to death."
You’re looking for teeth everywhere!”
Wen Yi has been in a high position for many years, and everyone who sees her has to kowtow respectfully and call her ancestor. The last person who dared to mock her has died.
"Your father has to bow and salute when he meets the direct disciples of my Miao Miao Huan Palace. Who do you think you are screaming in front of me?" The spiritual power overflowing from the gathering spirit cauldron was transferred to Wen Yi's limbs, and she urged her spiritual power to cultivate.
In order to advance to the peak of Qi training, "Your father didn't teach you manners, I will teach you!"
The fairy sword shot towards Qingyao.
"Pop!"
Before she could react, two red marks appeared on Qingyao's face.
Not a slap in the face, Qing Yao's face turned green and red, and she struck Wen Yi with a fierce and decisive sword strike, "If the tiger doesn't show its power, you will think I'm a sick cat."
The sword in Wen Yi's palm moved, and with a light movement, he quickly and accurately aimed at Qing Yao's face and slapped her hard several times.
"Bah bang bang!"
After dozens of moves, Qingyao didn't take any advantage. Her fair face was swollen. She became angry and said, "Shi can be killed but cannot be humiliated. Wen Yi, I will fight with you!"
Qing Yao's face was extremely ugly after being slapped in the face by Qi Training Realm again and again.
She thinks very highly of herself, especially when she was accepted as a disciple by the master of the Qingyun Sword Sect and became Ling Yujun's junior sister.
How had Wen Yi seen her not be submissive and groveling like a dog-licker, but how could she have the demeanor of an elder?
Who should I show Joe to now?
Don't you just want her to be embarrassed in front of her senior brother?
The more Qingyao thinks about it, the angrier she becomes. She is not convinced, not convinced!
"You also know that a scholar can be killed but not humiliated. Anyone who humiliates me will die!" Wen Yi Youqing has reached the ultimate level of swordsmanship. She knows the use and mental skills of the sword like the palm of her hand. The fairy sword is like a woman's soft touch in her palm.
The lover's face is the fatal blow when he relaxes his vigilance.
The lingering sword intention seemed to be like the spring breeze falling on her face. Qingyao's heartbeat accelerated as if she was bewitched, and she looked straight at Wen Yi.
When the gentle and lingering sword of the plague approached Qingyao's throat, she suddenly woke up. She was stunned, and a layer of deathly gray appeared on her face.
A chill rushed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and Qingyao felt Wen Yi's strong murderous intent. The lingering murderous intent was extremely gentle, as if the red and pink bones crawling out of the netherworld locked her throat, and her heart beat wildly.
"Save...brother, save me!" Qingyao screamed loudly.
Seeing that Qingyao is about to become a soul killed by the sword.
Suddenly, a burst of spiritual power flew from the left, and the fairy sword flew out of Wen Yi's palm and fell into the palm of its owner.
"Seventh Elder, please show mercy to others." Ling Yujun suppressed the disgust in his eyes. He wrapped the fairy sword in a handkerchief as if he was holding something dirty, his voice was cold.
"I'll spare you if you say yes?" Without the fairy sword, Wen Yi grabbed Qing Yao's right hand, used Qing Yao's sword to attack his left arm, "What were you doing when Qing Yao provoked me to assassinate me?"
,hypocritical."
No one expected that Wen Yi was so unforgiving that he actually wanted to cut off Qing Yao's arm.
"Hiss--" Pain came from her arm, and Qingyao's face was grim in pain. She gritted her teeth and took a few steps back, staring at Wen Yi in fear, "Brother, she is cheating, she used magic to confuse me, I didn't lose, you
Make the decision for me."
Lord Ling Yu held the sword with an ugly expression on his face and ignored the idiot.
The skin and flesh of the hideous wound rolled, and bright red blood dripped on the ground. Qingyao's eyes turned red and she cried in pain.
"Is this the ability of the Tongshan Sect?" Wen Yi looked down at the people with ugly faces and mocked him, "As expected, they are all a bunch of unworthy people. I thought the Foundation Establishment Realm was so great, but this is it?
"
The young master of the Foundation Establishment Realm was beaten violently by the Seventh Elder of the Qi Training Realm. The disciples of the Tongshan Sect looked at each other in disbelief.
Everyone's faces seemed to have been slapped hard by an invisible hand, causing burning pain.
No matter what, the foundation-building realm was beaten by the Qi-training realm and was unable to fight back, which was embarrassing!
Qingyao pouted, "Senior brother."
"If you lose, you lose." Ling Yujun said to his disciples with an expressionless face, cold and distant, "Why don't you take Qing Yao down for treatment?"
Surprise flashed across Ling Yujun's eyes.
Today's Wen Yi is very different. He has many more tricks than before. Do you want to impress him?
Oh, the method was used in the wrong place.
Wen Yi carried the Juling Cauldron back to her dormitory and closed the door tightly.
The original major was of low cultivation, so when he came to Tongshan Gate, he brought many talismans and seals with him. Wen Yi chose a talisman and placed it on the door.
The one with the highest cultivation level at Tongshan Gate is Ling Yujun in the middle stage of Jindan.
This talisman can block the prying eyes of monks below the Nascent Soul realm.
After attaching the talisman, Wen Yi sat cross-legged holding the Spirit-Juding Cauldron.
After careful investigation, she found out that the original major was of low cultivation, with first-rate bones and qualifications, but he just wandered around flowers and had no intention of practicing, thus wasting his talent.
When a monk exercises his body in the early stages and has a high level of cultivation, he relies more on the power of his soul.
Although Wen Yi failed to overcome the tribulation, his soul still lingers, and his soul power is still at its peak, crushing the existence below the Mahayana realm.
It's a pity that the original owner is weak and unable to withstand all the power of her soul.
"To practice the Qi realm, practice the Qi realm." Wen Yi turned the gathering spirit cauldron into a thumb-sized hanging and tied it around his neck with a silk ribbon.
She opened a book about the introduction to the ruthless path that she took out from the treasure room and was about to open it.