Saving The Black Immortal Venerable

Jiang Shaocai's cuffs were rolled up high, revealing slender and well-proportioned arms. His forearms have smooth lines and clear textures, and there is flour on his skin. He looked at the fat white man floating in the pot with a sense of accomplishment: "I found that I was very talented in cooking."

Mu Yungui responded perfunctorily, his eyes still fixed on the hot water, for fear that a wrong eye would make it impossible to recognize which Jiang Shaocai pinched. She originally wanted to cook separately, but Jiang Shaocai felt that it was too far-fetched and resolutely refused to let it.

Mu Yun would rather have seen him outside.

Soon, the Lantern Festival was cooked. When Mu Yun returned to the Shengyuan Festival, Jiang Shaocai said: "No."

All right, Mu Yungui gave up expecting Jiang Shaoci to share this kind of character.

They each had a bowl of Yuanxiao and sat at the table. Jiang Shaocai slowly scooped the hot soup, feeling quite emotional: "I haven't seen these things for a long time. It's not a year or a festival, but we have to spend a lot of trouble to make the Lantern Festival."

Mu Yungui breathed slowly, and asked: "Do you think it's a waste of time?"

"No." Jiang Shaoci lowered his eyelashes, looking at these white and fat little things in the bowl, and said, "Mortals do everything possible to prolong their lives, and monks do everything possible to become stronger. Isn't it just to waste more time?"

Mu Yungui smiled softly, he was very philosophical today. Mu Yungui opened his red lips and carefully took a bite on the soft and waxy Lantern Festival. This is the first time she has eaten mortal festival food. She also wants to know what it tastes like if a festival food can be specially set up for it.

Jiang Shaocai had eaten Lantern Festival in his early years. To him, this bowl of things is more nostalgic, but the taste is second. In contrast, he was more willing to watch Muyun go back to eat.

Jiang Shaocai supported his chin, watching Mu Yungui's pale red lips bite the soft white Lantern Festival away, and black sesame seeds suddenly flowed out of it. Jiang Shaocai was about to ask how Mu Yungui tasted, when suddenly seeing her face changed, he frowned and covered his throat.

Jiang Shaocai was startled, and immediately stood up, the seat squeaking on the ground. Jiang Shaocai rushed to Mu Yungui's side and held on to Mu Yungui's shoulders tightly: "What's the matter?"

Mu Yungui swallowed things with difficulty, and after a while, he was finally able to speak, "How much sugar did you add?"

Jiang Shaocai was completely stunned: "What?"

Mu Yun Guisheng went to grab the tea cup next to him, and poured two cups of water, finally feeling that his voice had come to life.

Jiang Shaocai claimed that he was very talented. In fact, there was still a big gap between the Lantern Festival he had packaged and the one returned by Mu Yun. The ones he wrapped up were a little bigger, and they were all different in shape, some of them showed off. Mu Yungui originally thought he could tell the difference, but he didn't expect that this kind of cooking would automatically flatten the shape after cooking. When Mu Yun returned to the Lantern Festival, he accidentally scooped a Jiang Shaocai's work.

As a result, she was almost dumb by him.

Jiang Shaocai let out a long sigh of relief when he saw that Mu Yun was all right. He was frightened to death. He thought that Huan Zhiyuan had found his traces, and quietly poisoned him, and was accidentally eaten by Mu Yungui.

After Jiang Shaocai's heart fell, he felt unbelievable. He took one from his own bowl, and after tasting, he divided another from Mu Yungui's bowl, and finally said bewildered: "There is no difference, but the first one is sweeter."

Mu Yun's eyebrows twitched, too late to care about Jiang Shaocai taking from her bowl, and slowly said: "You call this, a little bit?"

Qiu Hu practiced in the martial arts field until it was dark, and did not stop working and go home until he could no longer see his sword moves. As soon as the wind blows in the late autumn, the sweat on Qiu Hu's face quickly dries away, leaving only a chill on his back. Qiu Hu yawned and pushed the door, his face listless, but the atmosphere in the school building today was different. There were lights in the living room and a unique fragrance filled the air.

Qiu Hu was shocked when he saw the figure behind the table, and he was instantly energetic: "Brother Jiang... Brother Jiang?"

Jiang Shaocai nodded lightly. Qiu Hu's first reaction was to check the time. Fortunately, before Haishi, he did not violate Senior Brother Jiang's taboo. With his back against the wall, Qiu Hu moved to his room little by little: "Brother Jiang is meditating here? I won't disturb Senior Brother Jiang, let's go."

Jiang Shaoci spoke neither lightly nor heavily, "Stop."

Qiu Hu petrified in an instant, and all the details of the last ten days flashed quickly in front of him. If he didn't remember, he didn't do anything illegal, right?

Qiu Hu's legs were weak, and he asked cautiously: "Brother, what's the matter?"

Jiang Shaocai leaned on the table with one arm, tapping gently on the table with his fingers. He gestured to the opposite position with his eyes, and said, "Sit down."

Qiu Hu sat on the flat chair in a very upright posture, and sitting on the tiger chair could not be more standard than him. Jiang Shaocai lifted his chin, pointed to the bowl in front of Qiu Hu, and said, "I and your senior sister made the food by myself. We were at the same door, and I specially left some for you."

Qiu Hu stiffly bowed his head, wondering if there was poison in it? He picked up the spoon and put the Lantern Festival into his mouth tremblingly: "Thanks... Thank you brother."

Jiang Shaocai stared at him motionlessly. Qiu Hu had never felt that he had to bite something so hard, and finally he crossed his heart, thinking that his head would not be a big scar. What kind of poison do heroes fear? He bit it all desperately, and immediately burst out a sesame and...sweet fragrance in his mouth.

Qiu Hu was convulsed by Tian's face. He thought to himself that how much sugar was put on top of his head. However, this was not over yet. Senior Brother Jiang, who was usually cruel and irritable, approached him, staring at his face motionlessly, and asked, "Is it sweet?"

Qiu Hu was shocked by these words. He was rough and thick-skinned, and he was not afraid of clubs and machetes, but Jiang Shaoci's questioning broke through his defenses and hit his soul directly. Qiu Hu was stunned, and kept wondering what Brother Jiang meant? Whether it is sweet or not, it must be sweet, but who is Senior Brother Jiang, how could he ask such a simple question! This sentence must have other meanings.

Qiu Hu solidified the time of three breaths. In the end, he used a sweet and somewhat dumb voice to say to Jiang Shaocai decisively: "It's not sweet."

He realized that, Brother Jiang asked him whether the Lantern Festival was sweet or not, it would test his Daoism to be true. The master taught that all things are born from being, what is born from nothing, and what is born from each other, it is difficult and easy to form each other. This Lantern Festival seems to be sweet, but this is just a superficial appearance. If he only stays in sweetness, then he is confused.

Seeing nothing from nothing, seeing something from nothing, so the real answer is not sweet!

There was a loud bang in Qiu Hu's heart, and he was almost moved to cry. My goodness, Senior Brother Jiang's realm is so high. From the small to see the big and the small to know, he even merges the profound Taoism into a small Lantern Festival, and now he is still pointing him without reservation. This kind of mind, this kind of boldness, is really shocking!

Jiang Shaocai nodded in peace, and he said that his sense of taste was right, it was obviously only a little sweet. Jiang Shaocai was very satisfied with Qiu Hu's knowledge. He tapped his fingers and motioned: "You go."

Qiu Hu got up, bowed deeply to Jiang Shao, and left with gratitude. Jiang Shaoci thought to himself that Qiu Hu could eat what he made by himself, but it was not so grand, right? At this time, the courtyard door rang softly, and Zhao Xulin came back.

Recently, the Promise Sect is lively. Whether it is a cultivator, a socialist or a money-making group, there are things to do, and almost no one will stay in the school. Like Jiang Shaoci and Mu Yungui, those who do nothing, don't think about making progress, and even spend an afternoon in the kitchen making Lantern Festival, are alien.

Even Zhao Xulin had been out for a whole day and was only coming back now. As soon as Zhao Xulin pushed the door, he was stopped by Jiang Shaocai. Although Jiang Shaocai didn't want to see Zhao Xulin, he still treated him equally and let Zhao Xulin eat the Lantern Festival.

Finally, Jiang Shaocai also asked: "Is it sweet?"

There was no expression on Zhao Xulin's white face, and he nodded gently: "A little bit."

To be precise, it is very sweet.

Jiang Shaocai automatically transformed Zhao Xulin's words into only a little sweet, and was finally satisfied. Mu Yungui came out of the room, stood at the top of the stairs, and said helplessly: "Jiang Shaoci, you are too boring."

Zhao Xulin glanced over the two people, and asked with a smile, "Brother Jiang and Sister Pastor made this by themselves?"

"What's up with you." Jiang Shaoci glanced at him coldly, raised his slender legs, and walked to the top of the stairs within two steps. "I said it's just Shaotang, you still don't believe it. Look, they are all. It's not sweet."

Jiang Shaocai went upstairs while insisting that he was talented in cooking. Zhao Xulin stood quietly downstairs, suddenly a head protruded from the corridor, Qiu Hu lowered his voice and asked, "Did you eat too?"

Zhao Xulin nodded. Qiu Hu asked expectantly: "How is it?"

What did you realize?

Zhao Xulin smiled gently and said, "Brother Jiang is a wizard, and he is also talented in cooking. However, it is best not to use this talent."

In October, the autumn light is brilliant, the fallen leaves are dying, the leaves of Shaohua Mountain are turned crimson with frost, and the green, gold and red are radiant, and the forest is full of colors.

The day of the martial arts celebration is getting closer and various activities are emerging one after another. The Wuji is like a clockwork that is twisted to the extreme, and the music of the celebration can be heard every time it turns. The classic matches have started one after another. The inner disciples are busy preparing for the competition, and a group of people from the outer door are unexpectedly busy.

The top 100 of the Outer Sect Competition were selected by the sect. They had to exchange ideas with the female practitioners of the Yunshui Pavilion. The disciples of the Promise Sect taught them swordsmanship. In return, the Yunshui Pavilion would teach them the unique technique-the Star Cultivation Step.

One hundred outer disciples were overjoyed when they heard the news, but the one hundred who did not enter each beat their chests and regretted not making it at the beginning. Mu Yungui had expected it a long time ago, and he was not surprised to hear this news. She looked at the young disciples who were cheering for her luck, and wondered in her heart, if they knew the true purpose of being selected, would they still think it was "lucky"?

Mu Yungui and Jiang Shaoci were both on the list. Qiu Hu hit the 100th place with his recklessness. Zhao Xulin looked weak, but he was selected, and his ranking was not low. Everyone in their school has to open a small stove, so there is no need to worry about causing conflicts.

The place where the class was taught was Chixiao Peak. For the first time, these outer disciples could walk into the inner gate in an open manner. They walked on the road, constantly looking around, their eyes full of envy and yearning. They stepped onto the Chixiao Peak's teleportation formation, the formation pattern lit up, and they lifted a hundred disciples into the air, slowly rising upwards.

Mu Yungui lowered his head and saw that they were stepping on the formation. There was nothingness underneath, and the scenery of Chixiao Peak passing by under their feet was so beautiful. Mu Yungui sighed softly: "The outer door and the inner door are really different."

At least they were at the outer door, but they had never seen such a delicate formation. It's no wonder that both the male lead and the book-piercing girl have sharpened their heads and want to enter the inner door. The resources enjoyed by the two are completely different.

Jiang Shaoci is also looking down, but he is not admiring the scenery, but observing the lines of the formation. This is a new formation method that has emerged in thousands of years. Jiang Shaoci has seen this formation method in "Introduction to the Formation Method", but he only talked about it, and didn't analyze how to crack it and build it.

With the stinginess of this era, I think this is another "isolated secret".

But it doesn't matter, what Jiang Shaocai needs now is just an overview. He needs to quickly integrate into the world and understand what skills have emerged in recent years, what is the inheritance relationship, the age of formation, and what are their uses. As long as he sorts out the main context and knows the weapons of this world, the remaining secrets can be completely deciphered by himself.

The disciples rode in the teleportation formation for the first time, and they kept talking. Suddenly someone in the crowd yelled: "Look, too Afeng!"

Mu Yungui raised his head, and a steep mountain gradually appeared in their field of vision. At the tip of the sword, there is a vaguely double-edged palace haunted by clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

The disciples exclaimed: "Such a steep mountain, if the light work is not good, you can't go up at all."

"The leader lives in a place like this. Tai A Peak is so high and steep. Isn't it inconvenient to go up and down the mountain?"

"The leader is a six-star powerhouse. Going up and down the mountain is nothing. The leader will step down in one step."

The disciple murmured and nodded: "That's true. You deserve to be an expert!"

Mu Yungui raised his head and looked towards the clouds. Tai Afeng was so high that he could barely see the top. Mu Yungui sighed sincerely: "I have never seen such a steep mountain. No wonder it is named after the sword. There are only real masters in the world. , Dare to live in such a place."

Jiang Shaocai also looked at the mountain, and smiled very lightly: "Yes."

Mu Yungui didn't understand why most of the affairs of the Promise Sect fell on Chixiao Peak. Isn't it true that the head is not afraid of losing power? Until she saw Tai Afeng with her own eyes, she finally understood.

The steepness of the ether peak is indeed not suitable for the purchase of large offices. Let alone whether there are enough places to build palaces on Tai'a Peak, even if there is, I am afraid that ordinary disciples will not be able to climb up.

It is precisely because of this that the place where they learn to pick the stars will be located at Chixiao Peak.

Chixiaofeng undertook this teaching activity, and it was the first month to get near the water tower. Chixiaofeng also arranged for many of his own people to go in to "learn from each other." Nangongxuan is bound to win against Yin Cheng and his party. Although he has already known the position of the Sword Bone Sword Art, it does no harm to learn more Yunshui Pavilion techniques without pressing down on his body.

So today Nangongxuan also came. Dongfang Li had long learned about Yincheng's adventures from the system, and not to be left behind, he also ran to learn how to get the stars. There were more than one hundred people in the venue. Nangongxuan didn't pay attention at first. When the lecture started, he caught a glimpse of Mu Yungui from the gap in the crowd.

Nangong Xuan was shocked, why is Mu Yungui also there? Didn't he tell her that this competition is not easy, let her not participate?

But the disciples of the Yunshui Pavilion had already spoken above, and Nangong Xuan could not leave, so she could only force her worry, and then go to Mu Yungui after the course was over.

Dongfang Li had been paying attention to Nangong Xuan, and naturally he also found Nangong Xuan's gaze. Dongfang Li glanced backwards and asked the system quietly in his heart: "System, Bai Yueguang is also here. What should I do?"

"Don't do anything." The system said, "She will die in the adventure of Yincheng. Not only can you not interrupt, but you must try your best to make it happen."

By now, Dongfang Li had given up to replace Bai Yueguang. Dongfang Li was originally unwilling to be reconciled to the male lead who always missed Bai Yueguang. After all, who would want his husband to miss another woman for life? At first, she wanted to replace it. Tianjue Island was the best opportunity. However, after repeated failures, the heroine became more and more unable to let go of Mu Yun's return, so that both had a rift with Dongfang Li. Dongfang Li didn't dare to venture further, so he could only regret giving up the idea of ​​replacing.

Anyway, Mu Yungui will not live long, even if Dongfang Li doesn't do anything, Mu Yungui will die in the plot sooner or later. The original owner in the book also joined the Inner Sect of the Promise Sect, but felt that it was painful and tired to abandon the Yincheng, so he did not participate in that mission, which led to a missed opportunity and thus opened her tragedy in the second half of her life.

Dongfang Li thought of Yincheng and couldn't help touching the jade pendant in his sleeve. This is a plot prop that originally belonged to the male protagonist but was snatched by her. Dongfang Li curled his fingers and asked, "I'm going to Yincheng, can I really get the chance?"

"Yes." The system said, "Nangong Xuanneng, why can't you? Then you will follow him every step of the way, and when I get to the place, I have a solution."

Dongfang Li frowned and tightened his eyebrows. That was the male lead. The male lead had only obtained the chance after nine deaths. If he changed to Dongfang Li, would he die without a place to bury him? Dongfang Li hesitated and said in a low voice, "Why don't you return the jade pendant to the male lead? He eats meat, and I'll just rub some soup."

The system heard a sneer: "Naive. Do you think you show him good, he will accept you? With his suspicion, he will only kill you, so that no one will know that he got the chance. You have got the most An important item is a great way to fight. If you retreat and surrender, you will only kill yourself."

Dongfang Li was completely dead when he heard this, and honestly listened to Yunshui Pavilion's teaching of the main points of star picking. Learn one more technique now, and escape faster in the future. However, Dongfang Li also had a doubt in his heart, is this system really a love strategy system?

Monitor the male protagonist's actions, rob the male protagonist...however you look at it, it's not for love.

After the master sister of Yunshui Pavilion explained the formula of the star-winning step, she let everyone practice it. A few of them walked through the crowd and corrected the old hats below. Sister Yunshuige watched the awkward movements of the sword repairers and rolled her eyes secretly. She didn't understand why such a delicate footwork should be taught to these dull and stupid sword repairs.

But the pavilion master ordered that even if the master sister was unhappy, she had to come over to teach. She drooped her face, and she inadvertently glanced at the back of the patrol, and was suddenly shocked.

There was a woman with a light and flexible step, and she had already mastered the essentials of the star-catching step just before she started. Its lightness is even higher than that of the Yunshui Pavilion disciple who has been studying the Star Riding Walk for more than ten years.

The first reaction of the elder sister was to suspect that this was a person from the north, and quietly mixed in the team of the Promise faction to steal the teacher. However, she noticed for a long time that the woman was wearing outer clothing, and she also knew the disciples around her, and she seemed to be a member of the Promise faction.

The big sister secretly said to hell. After that, she couldn't help but pay attention to this woman, wondering if it was due to the long time of watching that she had hallucinations. The elder sister even felt that this woman would not only win the stars, but even carried the shadow of the moon in the action.

This is a high-level exercise that can only be learned by disciples. How could it appear to an outside disciple of the Promise Sect?

The elder sister was shocked, and at the same time, Nangong Xuan was also disturbed. Finally, when the course was over, Nangongxuan immediately squeezed the crowd away and ran in the direction of Mu Yungui: "Mu Yungui."

Mu Yun Guizheng was about to return to the school. He turned his head when he heard the voice, and saw Nangong Xuan pushing away from the crowd and squeezing in front of her with difficulty. People around me complained a lot, and only when they saw Nangongxuan's inner door costume did they reluctantly suppressed it, and there was no attack. Nangongxuan was unhappy, so he asked with a calm face, "Didn't I tell you not to participate, why are you still here?"

Qiu Hu just couldn't learn how to pick the star step, Zhengba hugged his thigh next to Mu Yungui. Hearing this, Qiu Hu was immediately unhappy: "What a rare opportunity Yunshui Pavilion teaches, why don't you let the priest sister come?"

When the outer disciples who were leaving around saw the clothes on Nangongxuan's body, they also whispered: "Yes, people can beat them to less than a hundred by their strength, and they get the chance with their ability. Some inner doors just ran over to rub the class. It's a joke to not let the Lord come."

Nangongxuan took a deep breath and said, "Yungui, I know these words sound uncomfortable to you, but I really do it for your own good. So far, don't come again in the future."

The inner and outer sects are distinct, and the levels are very different. Although the outer sect children dare not trouble the inner sect, it does not mean that they have no grievances. Upon hearing Nangongxuan's words, the people around sneered and pointed: "Why?"

"Yes, it's the inner door, even the chance of the outer door."

Nangongxuan just assumed that the surrounding criticism did not exist, and always stared at Mu Yungui. He really wanted to save Mu Yun and return, she was the most reasonable, and she would definitely be able to tell the difference.

Mu Yungui did feel that Nangongxuan's tone was not very good, but his feelings were very sincere. However, this is the matter of Mu Yungui after all.

Mu Yungui looked at him calmly and said, "Brother Nangong, this is my own decision."

When Nangongxuan heard this, his heart was cold. He was about to persuade again, and a voice intervened beside him: "Nangong Xuan, who are you, and why are you pointing fingers at her?"

When Nangongxuan heard this voice, he raised his head reflexively. He laughed sullenly, with ice ball in his voice, and said: "I grew up with her and promised her mother to protect her. Do you think I am qualified?"

Jiang Shaocai was very leisurely at first, the smile in his eyes quickly faded after hearing Mu Jia, and his mood suddenly became gloomy. Mu Yungui saw many people looking here, and quickly took Jiang Shaocai's arm, and said softly, "Okay, let's go."

This is Chixiao Peak, there is no need to conflict with Nangong Xuan here. How Jiang Shaocai didn't know that his identity was dangerous, and ordinary disciples didn't know him, but the high-level officials might have seen his portrait. If they meet, it will be troublesome.

But when Nangong Xuan mentioned Mu Yungui's mother, he said that they were blessings from the childhood sweethearts and elders, Jiang Shaocai really couldn't bear it. Mu Yungui tugged Jiang Shaocai’s sleeves again. Jiang Shaocai held Mu Yungui’s hand, turned his head, and stared at Nangong Xuan coldly and sternly: "There are many people who grew up with her, and there is no shortage of you. One. Your little junior sister is waiting for you at the back. You still care about your real junior sister and fiancee. Don't bother her again in the future."

After Jiang Shaocai finished taking Mu Yun back away, Nangong Xuan noticed their hands, his face plummeted, and he stretched out his hand to pull Mu Yun back. Jiang Shaocai really couldn't bear it. He chopped his hand and grabbed the saber from the person next to him. With a twist of his wrist, he pointed at Nangong Xuan's heart awe-inspiringly.

Nangong Xuan stopped, and had to retreat, avoiding Jiang Shaocai's sword. Although the sword in Jiang Shaoci's hand was sheathed, it had a strong momentum and was beaten on his body as sharp as a sharp blade.

Nangongxuan drew away in embarrassment, and a gasp erupted from the surrounding area. It is human nature to love gossip. Now that they have used their weapons, the onlookers are even more excited. Those who had already left did not leave, and one by one craned their necks to look inside.

Since entering the inner gate, Nangongxuan has been unfavorable and was hailed as the star of tomorrow by the seniors. Over time, Nangong Xuan also felt that he was a shocking genius, the son of destiny, but now he was forced to take a step back by an unknown kid in the outer door, and in the presence of Mu Yungui and everyone, how could Nangong Xuan bear it. Nangongxuan also lowered his face, took out his saber, and said: "I have repeatedly let you, but you have to keep an inch. If that's the case, don't blame me."

Jiang Shaocai held the sword in one hand, changed his gesture at will, and chuckled: "Okay, you are here."

This is something he has held in his hand since he can remember it. It has deepened into his bones for many years and is more inseparable than his arm. When Jiang Shaocai was holding the sword, no one could beat him.

The two of them didn't need to say anything else, their eyes were facing each other, and the battle was on the verge of breaking out. Nangongxuan grabbed the sword and rushed up. For unknown reasons, he did not remove the scabbard. The two fought through the scabbard. Although the weapon was blunt, the fire was blazing throughout the fight, and the intensity of the fight was not bad.

Mu Yungui was dragged behind by Jiang Shaocai, and she didn't figure out how the two men fought with each other at the wrong glance. It was too late to stop now, Mu Yungui tried to break free from Jiang Shaocai's hand. Nangong Xuan has both hands, Jiang Shaoci has one hand, Nangong Xuan is flexible, and Jiang Shaoci standing in front of her is equivalent to being trapped in place. No matter how you look at Jiang Shaoci, you are at a disadvantage. Mu Yungui wanted to let Jiang Shaoci let go, so as not to delay him.

But Jiang Shaocai didn't let go, but tightened his fingers. He stood in front of Mu Yungui, his posture remained motionless, and he only blocked with one hand. He obviously took the role of defense, but repeatedly forced Nangong Xuan back. Jiang Shaocai held the scabbard horizontally in front of Nangong Xuan's body, pushed hard, and bounced Nangong Xuan away. Nangong Xuan was not convinced, and stepped forward again. Jiang Shaocai blocked his attack with the scabbard. With a flick of his wrist, the sword went around Nangong Xuan's weapon like a snake and pointed it straight to Nangong Xuan's throat.

At this level, even laymen can see the outcome. Nangong Xuan stayed in place for a long time and couldn't believe it.

In the previous life, he swept the world with Ling Xu sword art. When Mu Yungui broke his sword move on Tianjue Island, Nangongxuan had feelings for Mu Yungui and felt that Mu Yun would definitely not hurt him after he returned, so he lost. It's ok. But now, even a boy with a white face can beat him.

How can this be?

Jiang Shaocai's arm was straight, and he pointed at Nangong Xuan's throat with a blunt scabbard, and said, "You have lost again. I have warned you many times before, but you have turned your back and never kept your promise. Today, in front of many people. , I’ll say it again, she doesn’t want to see you, don’t harass her again in the future."

Jiang Shaocai retracted his sword, his gaze swept across Nangong Xuan's body, and said coldly: "It's a man who is a bit responsible, and he does what he says."

After speaking, Jiang Shaocai threw the saber to the stunned disciple next to him, and took Mu Yun back to the outside. Mu Yungui was taken a staggering step, she quickly glanced back, and followed Jiang Shaocai away. They had just walked out of two steps, and suddenly there was a chill behind them, and the onlookers suddenly burst into screams.

Mu Yungui turned his head subconsciously, and seeing a cold light approaching, Nangong Xuan pulled out his sword and stabbed Jiang Shaocai in the back! Just now Jiang Shaoci used the scabbard all the way, and had already returned the sword to the original owner. Nangongxuan was shameless to such an extent, taking advantage of Jiang Shaoci's lack of weapons to sneak attack!

Mu Yungui's pupils dilated, subconsciously pushing away Jiang Shaoci. But Jiang Shaocai grabbed Mu Yungui's wrist with his backhand, and pulled her behind him forcefully. He lifted his other hand easily, and even accurately caught Nangong Xuan's sword.

Nangongxuan injected spiritual power into the sword, but it was like a worm shaking a tree, no matter how hard he tried, the blade was clamped by Jiang Shaoci's two fingers, and it didn't move. Jiang Shaoci's face was cold, and a faint smile crossed his raised eyebrows, like a statue of a **** living in a high niche, with a face like white jade, eyes like glass, arrogant, disdainful, and insightful.

At that moment, Nangongxuan felt that he was completely unblocked in front of Jiang Shaoci. Jiang Shaocai knew his swordsmanship, his Achilles' heel, and even knew he would sneak attack.

The Ling Xu sword art he was so proud of had no effect in front of Jiang Shaoci.

Nangongxuan's mood fluctuated, and at this time Jiang Shaocai used two fingers, and the long sword popped out of Nangongxuan's hand and pierced into the pillar next to him heavily. Jiang Shaocai shook his wrist, seeming to want to throw out the breath of Nangong Xuan on his fingertips. He glanced at Nangong Xuan, who was pale and said, "It's the third time. Since you don't speak much, but you always lose. Recognize it. I warned you one last time, don't get close to her."

After speaking, Jiang Shaocai turned around and said to Mu Yungui like an okay person: "Let's go."