No, how did my electronic girlfriend become a sword fairy?

Chapter 59 We are from Qingyun Sect

"You are a bit too arrogant to rob people from our Yin Yang Pavilion in broad daylight, aren't you?"

The pale-faced scholar detected the aura of the black-clothed woman, and his face, which could not be whiter, suddenly turned pale.

"Hiccup, old lady, just, hiccup, just rob you, what's wrong with that!"

The black-clothed woman jumped off the sword and grabbed the hilt with her backhand.

Although she was not standing steadily, she lifted up the heavy sword like a toy and swung it around.

The people of Yin Yang Pavilion immediately stepped back, fearing that they would be swept by the heavy sword.

"This woman is as strong as me. She has the same water spirit root as me. She is a top-grade dual cultivation target. It's a pity to give up like this! I'll stop her, and you go to invite the hall master!" The pale-faced scholar hurriedly instructed the guards on both sides, then pulled out the short sword at his waist and pointed it at the black-clothed woman from a distance.

"Hmph, we are both in the Jindan stage. Today, Wei will fight you!"

As soon as the words fell, his eyes flashed, and the short sword was grabbed by a hand that stretched out from the side.

"What fight? Then you fight with me?"

The white-faced scholar was shocked. He turned his head and saw a skinny old man with gray hair standing beside him. He wore a mask on half of his face and grinned with a mouth full of crooked rotten teeth.

"Who are you?!"

"Hehe, guess?"

The old man had a sword pot hanging on his waist but did not use the sword. He just gradually closed his palm like old tree bark. The blade of the short sword gradually twisted under the huge force, making a 'creaking' sound.

The white-faced scholar was pressed in place by the pressure from the old man and could only hope that his men would invite the hall master to come. As a result, he immediately heard a muffled groan and fell to the ground.

He turned around and his face suddenly became uglier.

I saw three men in black standing in the middle of the street, arranged from tall to short, the tallest and thinnest on the left, the middle balanced, and the short and fat on the right. They were all dressed in black and carried swords on their waists. Each of them carried a bulging bag on their backs, and no one knew what was in it.

And his men were already lying on the ground, and it was unknown whether they were dead or alive.

"You, you dare to touch my Yin Yang Pavilion's people?"

The white-faced scholar was anxious.

His Yin Yang Pavilion was also a big sect, who dared to attack them?

By the way, the dispute here has been going on for a while.

Why didn't I see the guards of Tianquan City and people from other sects? Could it be that they have all returned to their respective mountain gates?

"Don't waste time, quickly grab the last wave and retreat!"

A voice sounded from above.

A man walked out from the top of the attic next to him, wearing black clothes, a black sword, and a black hood, with a white beard on his chin, and all kinds of weapons hanging on his waist.

The white-faced scholar's pupils shrank.

He saw that one of the weapons was actually his hall master's sword!

When did the house get stolen?

The white-faced scholar lost his tough attitude and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying: "My seniors, I don't know the real talent. This disciple with only one spiritual root belongs to you. I'm leaving now, right now..."

"Take out all your magic tools, spiritual stones, and storage bags and throw them on the ground!"

The old man in front of him smiled even more, and his wrinkled face looked like a blooming chrysanthemum.

The white-faced scholar had no choice but to hand over his belongings honestly.

"Take off the jade on your neck."

The white-faced scholar: "..."

"Your clothes too."

"Forget it, Elder Li." The female cultivator with a big sword in the back couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted.

"His clothes are so nice." The old man touched the white-faced scholar's clothes, his eyes full of curiosity.

The white-faced scholar was about to cry: "Junior, can I leave now?"

"Hey, go ahead." The old man put the white-faced scholar's short sword into the storage bag and let go with a smile.

The pale-faced scholar turned and ran away.

"Young man, drag your men away!"

The old man shouted.

The pale-faced scholar flew into the air without looking back.

The people from Yinyang Pavilion left.

The eyes of the five men in black fell on Li Qingran at the same time.

Li Qingran took a half step back, shrank his head in fear, and quickly bowed and said: "Junior thanks all the seniors for helping me."

Although these five mysterious people are more dangerous than the people from Yinyang Pavilion.

But inexplicably, I felt that there was no threat.

"Little kid, you have good talent, do you want to come to our sect?"

The strange old man stared at Li Qingran with a smile, his eyes gentle and kind.

"Junior wants to join Lingxi Valley." Li Qingran shook his head and whispered: "Senior's sect is very good, but junior wants to be a medical practitioner."

"You can also be a medical practitioner if you come to our sect." The female cultivator leaning on the heavy sword burped and said lazily.

"I..." Li Qingran still wanted to refuse.

The next second, a voice rang out from the attic.

"Alas, how can you do this?!"

The man took off his hood while speaking, and said loudly in front of Li Qingran's confused eyes: "We are from Qingyun Sect!"

The other four people also took off their disguises when they saw this.

The female cultivator opposite took off her veil to reveal her black hair that fell to her waist and a charming face. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were blurred and she was drunk, but she looked good when she smiled and spoke very logically.

"Little sister, as you can see, we robbed things from other sects."

The old man next to him continued: "And now, you know our identity."

The leader of the Sword Pavilion in the attic, Su Qinian, grinned and concluded.

"So, you must go with us! Otherwise we will kill you, hehehe!"

Li Qingran: "..."

Could she not know whether the other party was from Qingyun Sect?

She noticed the sign hanging on the waist of the person on the rooftop - Jian Ge.

Jian Ge and Jian Men?

Li Qingran was stunned, and inexplicably made an association.

Before she could react, the world was spinning, and she was actually brought on a flying sword while she was dazed.

It was the drunken female cultivator.

The other four people also stepped on their own flying swords, and each of them had a happy smile on their faces.