Douluo's pride

"Oh, by the way, it seems that an old acquaintance of Xiao Ran's has come to the Sun and Moon Royal Soul Tool Academy. Flash Dance..."

Wang Donger changed the subject, but Xue Xiaoran continued listening with a smile.

"That old acquaintance must not be a woman." Xue Xiaoran interrupted, causing Wang Donger to say coquettishly, "I'm not jealous, I don't care if you are with other girls."

"Yes, yes, I will only be with you."

Xue Xiaoran's explicit words made Wang Donger a little shy. She coughed and continued, "A soul master named Xuan Ziwen."

"Oh, it's Teacher Xuan." Xue Xiaoran was stunned, "Wait a minute, Xuan Ziwen."

"En." Wang Dong'er blinked, wondering if she had said something wrong.

"I didn't expect Teacher Xuan to come. Do you in Mingde Hall dare to ask Teacher Xuan Ziwen to resign?"

Xue Xiaoran frowned and thought, Xuan Ziwen's existence has already involved many secrets of Mingdetang, so those people were so willing to let Xuan Ziwen come to Shrek Academy

"Since you have doubts, why not go and see them?"

Wang Dong'er laughed.

"Um, okay." Xue Xiaoran nodded. After all, he was his teacher. He would do this polite thing even if he didn't say it.

"They are in Tang Sect now, and there seem to be several of them."

Tangmen

Xue Xiaoran is full of questions, but there are no classes right now, and there is plenty of time in the morning.

"Then let's go to Tangmen together..."

Xue Xiaoran stretched out her hand to Wang Donger.

"Ah."

The two of them returned to Tangmen at lightning speed. As soon as they entered the courtyard, Xue Xiaoran saw two strange yet familiar figures at a glance.Seeing these two people, his eyes moved and he said, "It's you."

"Hey, Xiaoran, long time no see. I couldn't find you. I heard you were in Shrek Academy, so I came to fight with you."

The visitor turned out to be Ji Juechen, whom he hadn't seen for many years. At this time, he was wearing a green robe, looking like he was recharging his energy, and the sharpness in his eyes symbolized that his soul power had improved, wasn't it 01:30 point.

"What a bad fate." Xue Xiaoran sighed, looked at the girl standing next to Ji Juechen, and cupped her hands, "This one is"

"My name is Jing Ziyan, I know your name is Xue Xiaoran, after all I listen to Juechen talking about it every day."

"Juechen" Xue Xiaoran raised her eyebrows, her eyes moving back and forth between Ji Juechen and Jing Ziyan.

Jing Ziyan blushed and snorted.

"Come on, Xiaoran, let me feel your sword again."

Ji Juechen's eyes looked serious, and two sword lights burst out from his eyes.

He didn't know where he found another iron sword that was also pitch black, pointing forward, the momentum was about to rise.The name of Jian Chi is not called for nothing.

"Okay, I haven't played with you for a long time, and let you experience what a gap is."

Xue Xiaoran said lightly, a gleam of light flashed in her golden eyes.

"Um, what do you two want to do?"

Xiao Xiao poked his head out from the gate of Tang Dynasty, seeing the two men's swords at war, he couldn't help shrinking his neck.

"It's early in the morning, why is it so noisy?"

Xu Sanshi yawned and haunted Jiang Nannan. The three of them looked at Xue Xiaoran with a calm face, and shouted in surprise at the same time.

"Junior Brother Xiaoran, wake up."

Xue Xiaoran cupped her hands, "I've seen the senior brothers and sisters, come back to visit the Tang Sect if you don't wake up now."

Xu Sanshi nodded with a smile, looked at Ji Juechen's appearance, then at Xue Xiaoran, then sat on the floor, "Please, please." He raised his hand to signal the two to continue.

Jiang Nannan rolled her eyes at him. Isn't it the time to break up the fight? When did it turn into watching?

"He won't be stable without a fight." Xu Sanshi said helplessly, "Didn't Yuhao have a fight with him that day?"

"Oh." Jiang Nannan obviously remembered, and then sat on the wooden chair, the three of them turned their eyes to Xue Xiaoran and Ji Juechen together.

Wang Donger took a step back, she had blind confidence in Xue Xiaoran in her heart, because he would never lose.

An ordinary green steel long sword appeared on his side waist.

"Hey, brother Xiaoran, don't you use the soul guide sword?"

Xiao Xiao asked a little strangely.

"The two of us are only talking about swordsmanship, not looking at swords." Xue Xiaoran explained lightly, and wiped the hilt of the sword with her right hand.

He never put down his sword.

Even if he has the ultimate ice, the ultimate poison, and that strange soul tool.

He never put down his sword.

Ji Juechen said solemnly, "Xiaoran, after I once again comprehended the sword's intention, I renamed it Zhanlong. Come on."

"Zhanlong" Xue Xiaoran muttered, "a good name."

I hope that I can kill the dragon god with one sword.

Xue Xiaoran touched the hilt of the sword, "I haven't come up with a name for my sword yet."

Ji Juechen didn't wait for him to finish speaking, Yijian came with a fierce killing intent and crazily vented.

This is a killing sword, the sword master kills

Xue Xiaoran let out a bit of interest, but it was only to the extent of interest.

In his sight, the sword was getting slower and slower.

It has slowed down, as if the speed of a snail is crawling.

He saw the flaws in this sword, and his own flaws.

Xue Xiaoran's right hand was the same, with a turn of the sword, a random slash of the sword interrupted the tragic dragon-slaying sword, and then leaned forward and kicked Ji Juechen's chest.

With this kick, it is estimated that Ji Juechen will lie down for a week.

As expected of Ji Juechen, the sword was blocked, and he did not retreat at all. The black iron sword looked back again, and the sword slashed with the sound of howling wind.

"Yes, you actually have a trace of your own emotions."

"Slaying swordsmanship, not bad."

Xue Xiaoran praised lightly, and with a turn of the Qinggang sword, a ray of determination suddenly appeared on him.

That is the fortitude of the sword, which only the soul master of the sword martial arts possesses.

But Xue Xiaoran is clearly not a sword spirit

Ji Juechen was startled, the sword had already slashed to Xue Xiaoran's cheek.

"The sword is a good sword, but the feeling is less."

A ray of sword light descended from the sky, as if dividing the sky into two halves.

No, at least in Ji Juechen's sight, the sky is indeed broken.

It seemed to be divided into two equal pieces, shattered into slag like glass.

"do you understand"

In a trance, a sword was already erected in front of his eyes, and that black iron sword had been shattered into debris all over the place.

"I didn't see it clearly, but I saw it clearly." Ji Juechen said in a sleepy voice, "I seem to understand, but I don't seem to understand."

"You're just building momentum." Xue Xiaoran looked at him and decided to give him a push.

"Your murderous sword, although it has a tragic breath, but there is no murderous intent in your heart."

"You're imitating."

"The emotion in your heart is not the emotion of the sword you wield, the two conflict." Xue Xiaoran commented lightly.

Ji Juechen's eyes lit up, "That's right, that's right."

After all, he sat on the side holding the sword and began to practice.