Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

Everyone was arranged to the new disciple's residence to rest for a while and wait for further arrangements. But Aning was a restless master, so he wandered around the sect alone, while exploring Ying Chuyan's current location.

She has Ying Chuyan's blood in her body, so she can sense him.

However, the sect was too big, and the various buildings were very similar. She got lost after walking for a while, and she couldn't even remember the way she came.

The moon rises to the west, and the Qingyang Sect is very quiet at night. The number of people is gradually decreasing, but the lights are as bright as day.

Aning walked around but saw no one, couldn't ask for directions, couldn't go back to the new disciple's residence, and couldn't even sense Ying Chuyan's position. She couldn't help but feel a little discouraged, so she just sat in front of a large hall. On the stone steps, I held my chin and thought.

Although it was already summer, it was still a bit cold in the windy night. Although Aning was a plant incarnate, she was particularly afraid of the cold after turning into a human form. She made a warm-up trick. At this moment, the closed door behind him was opened, and a young woman walked out with a sword.

This woman is elegantly dressed in white, has bright eyes, red lips and white teeth. If it weren't for the fierce expression on her face, she would definitely be a rare beauty.

The woman was seen walking down the stairs in a menacing manner. Upon seeing this, Aning stood up quickly and hid behind a stone pillar.

The woman didn't seem to notice her, she just walked hurriedly along the corridor.

Looking at the white figure disappearing in the night, Aning felt a little uneasy. For some reason, she suddenly had a bad feeling.

When the sky was getting slightly brighter, she finally returned to her home.

At that time, there was a slight movement around, and Aning was about to lie down and rest when there was a noise outside the house. She looked out the window and saw many disciples rushing out. So she stopped sleeping, put on the prepared sect clothes, and was taken to a place similar to a competition platform like everyone else.

Just when everyone was confused, a light female voice came from the air, and then a woman in white clothes appeared in the center of the competition platform.

"You are all disciples of my Qingyang Sect now, and I am no stranger to it. Yesterday, a demon among you came in and tried to steal the secret treasure of our sect. Fortunately, he found it in time and he didn't have the hands to do it."

"I am here to inform you all that I want you to prove to yourselves that our sect has a bronze mirror that can make demons and evil spirits appear in their original form. Which of you will come first?"

On the high platform, a woman in white is holding a bronze mirror, her face is as cold as frost, and her clothes are fluttering like flowers on the snowy ridge.

When everyone heard that there was a demon among them, they immediately began to communicate in low voices. In order to prove that they were not a demon, they stood up one after another.

Aning stayed where he was, staring directly at the bronze mirror in the woman's hand, his heart beating rapidly.

Is there such a treasure in this world?

If he was photographed, wouldn't his identity be exposed?

She walked around the sect last night, but as the world knows, she just wanted to find Ying Chuyan, and she definitely didn't want to steal anything.

There were fewer and fewer people on the field. Aning tightened her hands and was thinking about whether to run away when someone pushed her from behind.

Aning, who was unprepared, hesitated and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and stabilized her body. However, before she could turn around to see who pushed her, the bronze mirror that was originally on the competition platform was sensing. Something flew straight over.

The mirror emitted a dazzling light, which blinded Aning for a moment, and soon she heard the sounds of exclamations and scurrying footsteps around her.

"Monster, she is a monster!"

"Crack--" With a sound, the mirror shattered, the light dissipated, black energy surged from Aning's body, and her vision gradually became clearer.

"Array up!"

On the competition stage, the woman in white drank sternly, and the disciples in blue robes rushed up uniformly, the silver swords in their hands glowing with bursts of green light.

Aning clenched the vines in his hands, looked up at the woman on the competition stage, and said, "Am I mistaken? I am not a demon."

It’s a demon, I’m a demon!

However, she did not say these words. After all, this occasion was not suitable. Killing demons and demons was not the right way as they showed.

"The Taixu Mirror has never failed. Besides, you still have the black energy of the demons in your body."

The woman in white looked calmly, and her brows furrowed slightly when she looked at Aning. For some reason, this person looked familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere.

Aning pursed her lips and stopped defending herself.

This must have been the purpose of pushing her out just now, to extradite the black energy to her. Even if it was justified, she couldn't explain clearly, and it was clear that she was going to be the scapegoat.

But what kind of cultivation the other party had made her defenseless. Her cultivation level has improved by leaps and bounds in the past three years. Even the ten Nascent Soul stage monks are no match for her, but that person attacked her easily. Is it possible that his cultivation level is higher than hers?

I wanted to keep a low profile, but now I'm afraid I have no choice. Now that the formation eyes have been opened, she may have to go through a hard battle if she wants to go out.

Arraying in front, the silver swords in the hands of the disciples all separated and circled in the air to form a terrifying sword formation. Green light burst out from the ground, and beams of light surged into the sky.

Aning turned around to leave, but she saw those dense silver swords hovering in the air attacking her together, fearing that they would pierce her heart in the next moment.

Fortunately, Suo was prepared. Aning calmed down, drew her sword forward, and was about to swing out the vines that were ready to strike, when a screen of light blocked her in front of her.

In an instant, all the swords in the air stopped.