After falling from the devil, the villain leader quit her job

Qin Yun was in the sect, although he looked very indifferent, but he knew everything about every junior and senior sister who asked him for advice.

It can be said.

Qin Yun is the backbone of everyone in Forging Shenzong.

As the earliest disciple to get started, when he was a child, he resolutely and voluntarily assumed the responsibility of a senior brother.

The elder brother of Forging Shenzong is a martial idiot and an extremely powerful sword repairer.

This is something everyone knows.

But they didn't know that although Qin Yun looked indifferent, it seemed that the world was out of his sight.

Not even a nice word to say.

But all his concerns are from the bottom of his heart.

In addition to taking care of trivial matters in life and in the process of cultivation, he also expended countless minds, and left a self-made magic weapon on each of their juniors, brothers and sisters.

As long as they are in danger, Qin Yun will be able to detect them immediately.

Even if the knife is used to cut off the water and make it flow, the original intention of the design is not to trap the enemy.

It was Qin Yun's first countless personal experiments, which took countless years and painstaking efforts to develop, and was used to defend against foreign enemies.

As long as the person who releases the magic weapon doesn't draw back the knife to stop the water from flowing again, then the people inside can't get out, and the enemy's attacks from outside can't get in either.

Among the same level, rogues exist.

It is almost forced to stop fighting, so that the juniors and juniors who are in danger can wait until their senior brother——

Qin Yun came.

Although Qin Yun is not good at words, he has been gently guarding everyone in the sect in his own way, with an almost domineering attitude.

"..."

"Senior Sister...it's stronger."

"Cutting off the water with a knife and regenerating the water can no longer stop the claws of this ghost bird."

Just now, he was able to delay and resist a blow, but with the passage of time, he gradually became unable to deal with this ghost's claws.

The jelly-like barrier was instantly torn to pieces by the sharp claws carrying billowing flames.

The little junior sister fell down in fright, pouted her lips in distress, and muttered softly.

"That is a magic weapon that the big brother made with great difficulty..."

Her entry time is short, and her ability is really limited.

At the critical moment, Duan Mingyue directly threw the long knife in his hand, narrowly repelling the bird's claws with billowing flames.

The two hit each other.

The already broken long knife was directly torn to pieces.

The sharp blade bounced back in an instant, cutting a slender line of blood on the side cheek of Duan Mingyue who couldn't dodge in time.

"Sister..."

The little junior sister looked at the scarred Duan Mingyue with distressed eyes, bit her lips, and said hesitantly: "We...shall we teleport it?"

The track barrier pattern on the wrist is not just a decoration, and its function is not only to divide the track.

It is something to protect the safety of these personal descendants in the secret realm.

As long as they want to--

With just one thought, you can rely on the track pattern to get out of the secret place safely.

Duan Mingyue shook her head without hesitation.

Although the junior sister was afraid, she did not dare to disobey the orders of the second senior sister whom she had always respected.

"Sister..."

The little junior sister was crying, and she was terrified. While shaking the magic weapon while crying, she couldn't help asking: "Is the ranking of the sect qualifying competition that important?!"

Duan Mingyue was taken aback for a moment, then firmly shook her head again.

She summoned back the almost shattered long knife, and raised her hand to block it again. The sharp light of the knife just made up for the lack of the broken long knife. After resisting the smoke and dust, the bird's claw appeared again in an instant.

The long, smooth hair on her forehead was scorched and curled.

Duan Mingyue has figured out the bird's attack method.

It doesn't know why.

Maybe he didn't want to kill the prey directly. Maybe he was just born and his abilities were limited, so he couldn't attack continuously, or maybe he was waiting for something.

In short, there is a long interval between the bird's claws every time, about five breaths.

Every time it hit her long knife, it seemed as if she disliked the flame-hot claws on her bird claws, and flicked them impatiently.

There was also a faint scream.

Duan Mingyue: "???"

Discovered these little details.

Duan Mingyue has gradually mastered the skills, and naturally it is more and more comfortable to deal with this spirit beast.

She was not in a hurry, and used the spare time to assist the little junior sister to arrange the defensive magic weapon.

As the biological daughter of the head of the Forging God Sect.

Although she is obsessed with the way of the sword, she is not ignorant of refining equipment.

After all, she has a father who is obsessed with refining weapons, and every day he forgets to go home because of his obsession with refining weapons, and makes his wife mad at him.

"Little sister."

Duan Mingyue kept her hands on her hands, and smiled at the flustered junior sister full of reassurance, "Do you still remember the sect rules that every junior and junior sister had to copy on the day you came to forge the Shenzong?"

The little junior sister was stunned for a moment, then nodded in a ignorant way.

How can you not remember? !

When she joined the Forging God Sect, she had heard that most of the other big sects had thick rules.

When getting started, copying the door rules is something every disciple needs to do.

She was lucky at the time that the Forging God Sect was really a breath of fresh air.

The gate rules actually only have one sentence.

Doesn't this mean that the copy is finished? !

But then, before she could be happy, she learned that——

This short line of rules——

To copy eight hundred times.

"..."

At that moment, she felt that her life had lost her dreams.

Duan Mingyue stuffed a healing elixir into her mouth, and wiped the blood on her face carelessly: "I kinda forgot, can you tell me?"

Although the junior sister didn't know that at such a critical moment, why did the second senior sister make herself recite the rules of the house as if chatting.

But the little girl was still sobbing, stumbling and reciting: "I, I am not moving, I am not timid, I am timid... I am timid and I am not retreating..."

After she finished reciting, she was slightly taken aback.

There are only two professions in the Forging God Sect, one is a weapon refiner and the other is a knife repairer.

These two professions——

One was hammered against the refining tripod and the new magic weapon duangduang every day, and the other was practiced against iron piles every day, bang bang and bang.

"..."

The slightly more diligent mountain in Forging God Sect is filled with various clanging and clanging sounds almost all day long.

Those knife cultivators, under the leadership of Qin Yun, were extremely introverted.

The kind where we have to discuss each other when we meet.

The entire sect is simply synonymous with "reckless" in the world of cultivating immortals.

Many double nuns of the Hehuan Sect who are used to being delicate, feel that the disciples of the Forging God Sect are all rude.

But the world forgot.

What a reckless man lacks most is courage.

No one who walked out of Forging Shenzong was a coward.

Just like Nie Shaoyi who was deceived back then, trapped in Yong'an City, precarious, and might be dug out of his celestial roots at any time to become a useless person, but still proud and upright.

Just like, Duan Mingyue, who is not willing to retreat one step now, is serious about facing a strong enemy.

"Junior Junior Sister, you need to know."

"The outcome of the sect's qualifying competition is not important, and the ranking is just a spectacle."

"This is just a way to experience us and promote our growth. The only thing we can do is to take it seriously."

"We are practicing today, and we have a way out, so what about tomorrow? If these things really happen around us, this is not a secret realm for practicing—"

"What should we do?"

"Are you going to run away and let the thousands of people behind you suffer sudden disasters?"

"We can escape, but those monks with little strength, and even mortals who have no power to restrain chickens, how should they escape?"

The long knife in Duan Mingyue's hand has already changed beyond recognition.

She dropped it without hesitation, picked up a long magic weapon instead, and continued to calmly resist the invasion of the bird's claws at any time.

Even if it is not the most convenient long knife.

Amidst Duan Mingyue's excellent sword skills and relentless bravery, she still displayed unparalleled strength.

Encouraged by such personal actions, even the little girl who was scared just now faced an unknown spiritual beast that was even more powerful than before.

Suddenly, unspeakable courage emerged.

"Little Junior Sister, you must always remember that we are indeed gifted geniuses, but this is not for us to be arrogant and look down on ordinary people."

"It's about reminding us all the time—"

"We are the future pillars of the world of cultivating immortals."

"We cannot fall."

"We can't live forever under the wings of our predecessors."

After Duan Mingyue finished speaking softly, it was inevitable that she forcefully stuffed the magic weapon into the hands of the little junior sister.

"Senior sister needs you."

Duan Mingyue's voice is clearly calm, but it seems to bring a great energy, "Little sister, wipe away your tears, let's face it together."

The cowardly little junior sister who was crying just now nodded frantically as if she had been spat with chicken blood.

The magic weapon in his hand was thrown out like money.

Duan Mingyue: "..."

She suddenly felt that she had said a little bit.

Beyond the secret realm.

Fairy Ji Ran, head of the Hehuan Sect, touched her chin and sighed, "Shen Refining Sect is indeed the Divine Refinement Sect."

Even the beautiful younger sister can wield a big knife with such awe and prestige.

She thought that the only person with the strongest contrast in the world of cultivating immortals was Ye Wangyou from Penglai Island.

Even someone as proud as Patriarch Chang Yi has to admit Duan Mingyue's firmness in Taoism.

He maintained the magic weapon for projecting the secret realm, and looked at Xu Juezi, the head of the Forging God Sect, who was distressed but looked a little proud.

Patriarch Changyi said approvingly, "Xujuezi, you taught Duan Mingyue very well."

Even though Xu Juezi, head of the Forging God Sect, was worried, he was still a little uncontrollably proud when he heard the words.

To be praised by the unscrupulous old man Changyi Patriarch, that is even more difficult than ascending to the sky!

He can go out and show off for 100 years! !

Xu Juezi stroked his beard and sighed softly, "My daughter has a temperament like her mother."

"Be strong from an early age and have a strong temper."

"When she was three years old, the small wooden knife I made for her was still unsteady."

"She began to practice swords with Qin Yun in a serious manner. I thought it was just a child's heart, young, and playing around like a house."

"As a result, one taught seriously, and the other learned well."

"When I was ten years old, the young girl proudly swore to me with her hips on her hips that she would be seen by others, didn't she mean that she was the daughter of Xu Juezi, the head of the Forging God Sect, a tiger father without a dog daughter. "

Xu Juezi, head of the Forging God Sect, spoke in memory, and even now thinking of that little brat's big words, he was still a little bit dumbfounded.

"She said, if you want others to see me, they will all be amazed, so this is the father of Duan Mingyue, Thirteen Swordsmen, and indeed the father of a tiger girl without a dog."

"..."

A word out.

The originally serious atmosphere instantly turned cheerful.

"That's right, Thirteen Swordsman Duan Mingyue's father."

The ancestor of Changyi nodded in agreement, but with some sincere praise: "This child will definitely be better than you in the future."

The journey of cultivating immortality is long and boring.

Countless sects are desperately vying for good seedlings, and even seek immortality and medicine for good talents, by all means.

But the ancestor of Changyi did not agree.

In his opinion--

In this long and thorny road, talent is not the most important thing.

In this world of cultivating immortals, the most indispensable thing is genius.

Every time the Zongmen qualifying match reaches the individual qualifying match, it is the time when the situation in Kyushu begins.

Countless geniuses were born out of nowhere, but after a short-lived appearance, they became unknown.

Therefore, even if you are extremely talented, if you don't have a sincere and firm Dao heart, you can't find the way you want to practice——

After all, he will be drowned in this boring road of cultivating immortality.

But hearing these words in the ears of Xu Juezi, the head of the Forging God Sect, was quite uncomfortable.

These words seem to be praising his daughter for her excellence, but also seem to be scolding herself for being incompetent.

Xu Juezi, head of the Forging God Sect, doubted his life: "..."

This ancestor of Changyi is definitely the terminator of the incomprehensible atmosphere.

The atmosphere that had been building up for a long time was gone all of a sudden.

Xu Juezi, the head of the Forging God Sect, slandered inwardly: No wonder he is still an old bachelor despite his age!

tui! !

***

in secret.

Duan Mingyue's eyes became brighter and brighter, her hand was not a long knife, but it was better than a long knife.

Unrivaled fighting spirit erupted from the girl's not-so-strong body.

But Duan Mingyue's cultivation is only at the middle stage of Jindan, no matter how good the saber technique is, the consumption is still getting worse.

In the face of increasingly powerful unknown spirit beasts, Duan Mingyue is still more and more powerless after all.

The birds and spirit beasts hiding in the dark seemed to have finally lost their patience.

With a deafening scream that broke through nine days——

A pair of sharp claws suddenly broke through the smoke and grabbed Duan Mingyue.

The flames on the bird's claws have been extinguished, revealing ruby-like skin.

The spirit beast that caused the fires in the mountains finally showed its full face.

It was a bird thousands of feet long, with a red body and a golden crown on its head.

Its golden pupils are proud and majestic, surrounded by terrifying pure white flames.

It was flame, burning to the extreme color.

Nothing burns.

"...Nanming Lihuo."

Duan Mingyue made a sound in a daze, almost obsessively looking at the majestic and inviolable divine bird in the air, which is graceful and overlooking all living beings.

No one will not be impressed by its beauty.

"This is Suzaku."