Holy Lord Yanmiao calculated the time, and after another quarter of an hour, he took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to walk in.
When she entered the inner hall, scattered squares of white paper were everywhere.
Before the case, Yue Bingyun looked up, and when her eyes fell on Holy Lord Yanmiao, the power of the Holy Spirit suddenly rose.
All the messy white papers rose into the air and stood still in mid-air.
Every piece of paper blooms with golden holy light, various Taoist rhymes flow on it, and thousands of white papers seem to be connected to each other.
At the moment when Yue Bingyun raised his head, time and space seemed to have stopped.
Her gaze passed through the layers of white paper, making the Yanmiao Shengjun feel extremely stressed and extremely nervous.
Holy Lord Yanmiao felt that if the leader attacked her, he might not be able to stop him even if he met her.
The other party's holy power and attainments on the great road were terrifying to a level that was difficult for her to understand.
Whoosh!
Yue Bingyun stood up and waved his hand, and the pieces of paper fell like snowflakes.
The Holy Power is gone, and the Holy Lord Yanmiao is relieved.
Yue Bingyun said: "Is something wrong?"
Holy Lord Yanmiao said softly: "Have you forgotten, your Majesty, that you asked me to deliver the secret treasure to Si Xueyi today?"
Si Xueyi!
Yue Bingyun's face remained calm, and she said calmly: "Let's call him Little Banished Immortal. I have really forgotten this matter. Is it important?"
Holy Lord Yanmiao said quickly: "No, it's him who... made a request. Three days ago, the leader came to the rescue for him at the Holy Legend Ceremony. He wanted to thank the leader in person."
Yue Bingyun said directly: "No."
"He's very sincere."
"There are so many people who want to thank me, who wouldn't say they are sincere?"
In just two sentences, Saint Lord Yanmiao felt great pressure.
But she remembered what she had promised Si Xueyi, and gritted her teeth and said, "He is different."
Yue Bingyun suddenly raised his head, and Holy Lord Yanmiao was so frightened that his complexion changed slightly, and he was so nervous that his little hands had nowhere to rest.
"What grudge do you have against him? Let him come to see me?"
Yue Bingyun asked curiously: "You have been with me for a hundred years, and you don't know what my temper is?"
Holy Lord Yanmiao was immediately frightened and did not dare to speak.
Of course she knew what the leader's temper was like. She said he had a cold temperament, but in fact he was withdrawn, cold, arrogant, and unstable in mood and anger.
If you are not careful, you will be punished by her, and everyone in Longyuan Pavilion is no exception.
There was once a male monk who was attracted by the appearance of the first tower. He couldn't help but take a few steps closer and was immediately knocked away. After landing, he was seriously injured and passed out on the spot.
Yue Bingyun said calmly: "If you like this little guy, you should know that the farther away from me, the safer. Qianyang has to worry about the sect's rules when he attacks him. If I attack him, I don't have so many worries."
Holy Lord Yanmiao did not dare to refute, she bowed and prepared to turn around and leave.
"Wait a moment."
At this moment, Holy Lord Yanmiao was stopped by the leader.
Yue Bingyun muttered: "On the seventh day of next month, I want to meet the music master of Tianyin Academy. You should inform him at the right time and ask him to come too."
Holy Lord Yanmiao was overjoyed. It seemed that the leader had not forgotten Si Xueyi's musical talent.
But this may not all be a good thing.
When Saint Lord Yanmiao responded, he also had a hint of worry in his heart.
…
Three days later.
Shuangleiyuan, martial arts field.
Si Xueyi danced with her sword in hand, and the light of the sword made the whole world flicker in and out of light.
It's not that the world has really darkened, it's that the sword in his hand shines brightly, dimming all other lights.
He moves around from time to time, like the flowing wind, and the sword body is agile, elegant and unpredictable.
His figure was as fast as a ghost, leaving countless afterimages behind, as if he was teleporting out of thin air.
Sometimes violent storms arise, stirring up the clouds and making the sky and earth pale.
Then with a flick of his wrist, his momentum suddenly changed, and the sword spit out a flaming sword light that was several feet long.
The fire continued to burn, and as it was waved, the ground became as hot as scorched earth.
The swordsmanship changed from elegant and agile to explosive and domineering, and the scorching fire seemed to be able to burn everything in sight.
But before anyone woke up, the sword force changed again and became flowing like water.
The seemingly gentle sword movement actually possesses endless stamina and is powerful and powerful.
Finally, the sword's power caused the sky to thunder, and the sword's body erupted with crackling purple lightning.
While the sword light was shining, thunder and lightning would fall from time to time, blowing up large craters one after another in the martial arts arena.
Clang!
Si Xueyi sheathed her sword, dressed in white with unparalleled elegance, and her handsome and handsome appearance had an extremely sharp edge.
Bang bang bang!
Bai Lixuan clapped his hands and walked over, praising: "Not bad, you have mastered the Qilin Sword Technique to perfection in three days. Your swordsmanship talent is stronger than mine."
Si Xueyi casually wiped his sweat and said with a smile: "I don't dare to take this seriously. You are the Moonlight Sword Master. You were truly invincible in the holy realm nine hundred years ago. You are still far behind me."
Bai Lixuan said sternly: "It's not bad, it's just strong, not weak."
Si Xueyi smiled and did not argue with him.
"This swordsmanship is only a great achievement. I still haven't mastered the true secrets. I have no clue about the final Holy Qilin. It's still far away."
Si Xueyi analyzed it very objectively, without being arrogant or impetuous.
Bai Lixuan smiled and said nothing.
He knew that what Si Xueyi said was true, but that was because he had high demands.
In fact, if the monks among the same generation saw this sword technique, they would definitely be shocked to the point of disbelief.
Si Xueyi asked: "Has anyone been looking for me in the past three days?"
Bai Lixuan said: "No."
A look of disappointment flashed in Si Xueyi's eyes, but he quickly cheered up and said: "Moonlight Sword Master, come and practice. It would be such a waste to practice Qilin Swordsmanship without having you, the Sword Master, as your training partner."
Bai Lixuan smiled and said: "I am extremely happy."
Then Si Xueyi discovered that Bai Lixuan was indeed lying to him.
The opponent only used ordinary basic swordsmanship to completely suppress the Qilin swordsmanship, and the Immortal Burial Sword flew away in just ten moves.
Si Xueyi clicked her tongue, flying the sword was the greatest humiliation to a sword cultivator.
Bai Lixuan said calmly: "Master said, you have to praise, but you must be merciless and ruthless when teaching. Si Xueyi, you... can't do it, can you?"
Si Xueyi's eyes instantly burned with fighting spirit, and he said: "Come!"
…
After nightfall, Xiaoyun Courtyard and Qiushui Residence.
This is Feng Ziyu's residence. The area is small, but the aura is not much worse than that of Shuangleiyuan.
Feng Ziyu was very unhappy at this moment.
Three days had passed since the deadline she gave Ji Changkong, and there was still no movement from the other party, which made him quite irritated.
Suddenly, Feng Ziyu raised his eyebrows, and a cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
boom!
She turned back suddenly and shot out a terrifying force with a snap of her fingers.
Wherever the energy passes, ripples appear in the air, like a stone shot into the water.
Bang!
A giant limestone in Qiushuiju was annihilated, and in the dust, a graceful woman appeared in Feng Ziyu's field of vision.
The other party was wearing night clothes and a face scarf, so his face could not be seen.
But her graceful and voluptuous figure made Feng Ziyu, a fellow woman, envious.
"Where did the little goblin come from and come to Qiushuiju to run wild?"
Feng Ziyu's expression was indifferent, and the murderous look in his eyes was extremely horrifying.
The woman in black smiled, turned around and left without any hesitation.
Feng Ziyu hesitated for a moment, and finally chased after him. The opponent's movements were very fast, and Feng Ziyu followed closely.
When they reached an extremely secluded place, the man in black suddenly turned around and started fighting with Feng Ziyu.
The latter showed no fear at all and fought hard with strong winds.
After the fight, Feng Ziyu found that the opponent's cultivation level was far inferior to his own, so he quietly watched his changes.
But after ten moves, a sudden change occurred.
Four energy balls of different colors appeared around the opponent, containing the four attributes of aura: wind, fire, thunder and ice. Each energy ball erupted with extremely terrifying pressure.
roar!
It's not over yet, these four energy balls evolved separately and turned into four real dragons of different colors.
At this moment, the situation was reversed.
When the opponent took out a gorgeous snow-white fan, Feng Ziyu fell into a hard fight and found it difficult to resist.
But after all, she is Feng Ziyu, Xiaoyunyuan's unrivaled eldest sister.
One day the wind will rise and soar to the ninth heaven!
Feng Ziyu let out a loud shout, raised his hand and hit him with a strong wind, and a ghost figure of Kunpeng leaped up behind him.
There was a loud bang, and the four real dragon phantoms were blown away.
"The great roc spreads its wings, only to hate that the sky is low!"
Feng Ziyu took advantage of the situation and prepared to strike again to completely subdue the opponent.
But at this moment, the other party took off his mask and said with a smile: "Good sister, stop fighting, I am Xi."
Feng Ziyu woke up with a start and quickly stopped.
She flicked her wrist, and a wisp of purple energy appeared in her palm, eliminating the incomparable power of the palm.
Duanmuxi praised: "Today I know the true strength of Sister Ziyu. She deserves to be the senior sister of Xiaoyun Academy."
Feng Ziyu smiled, and after confirming that it was Duan Muxi, her expression became relaxed.
She asked curiously: "What do you mean by coming here dressed like this at night?"
Duanmu Xi said with a smile: "Because Xi wants to say something secret to Sister Ziyu, so I do my best because I want Sister Ziyu to know that Xi is also a person with secrets, so that everyone will be more honest."
Feng Ziyu understood clearly that the martial arts techniques shown by the opponent just now were beyond the control of ordinary families, and they must have strong foundations.
Duanmu Xi continued: "Xi's closeness to sister Ziyu during this period is actually for the sake of senior brother. I must tell my sister the truth."
Feng Ziyu's expression changed slightly, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.
During this period, she and Duanmu Xi got along very well, and even said many secret words.
Suddenly hearing Duanmu Xi tell the truth, she felt betrayed, and she couldn't help but look sad.
Feng Ziyu sighed softly and said, "You don't have to say it."
Duanmu Xi stepped forward and said: "Good sister, Xi was wrong. Xi also found out that my sister was not a bad person, so she told the truth and didn't want to continue to deceive."
Seeing her sincere words, Feng Ziyu softened his heart and said, "Actually, it's not a big deal. If you are willing to treat me sincerely, I don't need to pursue it. In fact, I am also curious about what your senior brother wants.
?”
Duanmu Xi said seriously: "The remains of the holy fire."