Quick Time Travel: Black Lotus Face Slapping Guide

Chapter 144 My Disciple Goes Crazy Again 5
With a sound of "ding--", a sword glowing with light blue light stopped in front of Xi Jing, resisting the old man's attack in time.At the same time, with a flick of the sword, the sword in the old man's hand was easily taken away.

Xi Jing wanted to step back to avoid the stabbing sword, but was supported by someone at this time.

Before she could see who it was, she heard the old man calling.

"Brother!"

Judging from the old man's expression, this senior brother's cultivation base should be much higher than his.

As one of the three masters of the Luoyue Sect, there are not many who can be older than the old man.

Although Luoyue Mountain has established a sect for more than 500 years, 500 years is just the beginning for cultivators, so the master of a sect is only at the Golden Core stage, and can only be regarded as a small sect among immortal sects.

Among the Luoyue Sect, there are people whose cultivation level is higher than that of the head of the sect. One is the head master Gu Yun, and the other is Gu Yun's big disciple, Qingyu.

The old man called him Senior Brother, so it must be the latter.

"Junior Brother, why are you attacking a mortal?"

Xi Jing still hadn't seen his appearance, he had already walked in front of her, and returned the sword he had taken to the old man.

Standing in front of her is her slender back, her hair is tied up meticulously, and fixed with a bright green jade hairpin. The hairpin is very simple without any lines, giving it a sense of returning to basics.

Although he was called a senior brother, his hair was full of hair but not a single strand of frost was visible. It was black and thick, obviously he looked like a young man.

The old man's attitude towards Qingyu is very respectful, one is the respect for the seniority of the seniors, and the other is the awe of the out-of-body monks who are two realms higher than himself.

The 200 years since Jun Xuan entered the world, to a god who has lived thousands of years, is just a moment of flicking his fingers.After all, he has innate advantages, whether it is cultivation speed or realm breakthrough, he is far ahead of monks within a thousand years.

"Master, you don't know, this person was possessed by an evil spirit just now, and even injured someone!" A disciple stood up and explained, and stepped aside to show him the blood on the ground.

Although the disciple whose arm had been cut off had stopped bleeding, his face was pale and he was supported to sit on the ground with tears streaming down his face.

How can a sword repairer practice without his hand?

The other disciples on the side cried out: "Uncle Master, it would be great if you came back sooner."

Qingyu frowned slightly and said, "It's okay."

After speaking, he raised his hand to cast a spell, and the arm held by other disciples flew to the place where the broken arm was broken. The severed wound gradually healed, and it didn't take long for it to return to its original state, without leaving any scars.

"Thank you, Master!"

After the disciple's injury was dealt with, Qingyu turned her head to look at Xijing.

At this time, Xi Jing stood there tremblingly, bewildered and panicked, her eyes swept over everyone present, and her eyes revealed the pain of not being trusted.

He slowly raised his hand, and pointed his slender, white index finger between her brows, a ray of spiritual energy sneaked in, but he didn't notice anything unusual.

"There are no evil spirits." Qingyu said while looking at everyone, he also knew that his junior brother would not act recklessly as the master of the sect, and it was against the sect's rules to fight with mortals.

All the disciples said one after another that it must be some kind of demon with profound morality, all of them have seen it with their own eyes.

"She also asked us for help just now!"

Qingyu gently held her wrist, her fingertips touched the pulse of her wrist, and there was indeed no disease.

To Xi Jing's surprise, his fingertips were slightly warm, and there would be no such cold and dusty feeling.

She raised her eyes to look at him, and what she saw was an ordinary face.

(End of this chapter)