The Sword Cultivator Forced to Transfer

When he said this, Ye Wushen stared at Zhang Yun with cold and sharp eyes.

It was like trying to see through her whole body.

At this time, Ye Wuchen was like a dangerous and sensitive little leopard, revealing his sharp claws hidden under the seemingly soft and pink flesh pads, which were polished to a shine.

Zhang Yun's heart skipped a beat when he was shocked by his appearance, and she couldn't help but want to back away. She looked at the young man in front of her in horror, and seemed to see the man who forced tens of thousands of people with a piano and a sword on the battlefield in her previous life. The enemy army retreated three thousand miles to defend a city of cool and cold young men.

She vented her courage first, and she was afraid, which was doomed to her defeat.

Not just facing Ye Wushen, but her whole life.

Rebirth is great luck and a miracle.

But in essence, the thing of rebirth is actually an upgraded version of divination and fortune-telling, which predicts the future in advance.

Intelligence is very important. If you can use it well and seize the opportunity, the chance of changing your fate is as high as 70.00%.

But what did Zhang Yun do?

She seems to have done a lot, since she was reborn, she has been drilling, but in fact, she has done nothing.

Did not have any impact on the overall situation.

She didn't do a single good thing, not even to herself.

Zhang Yun harbored deep fear in her heart, the fear of the broken mountains and rivers of her previous life, the fear of death in war, the fear of the powerful foreign enemies...

She fears everything, even... her own impotence.

She lost the most precious courage of mankind, hope.

From the very beginning, she gave up hope and collapsed without a fight.

She refused to resist and change, but chose to go with the flow, just like a dying person waiting for the reward of the god of death in panic, doing some useless dying struggles by the way.

Even Zhang Yun himself did not discover this.

From the very beginning, she judged the failure and end of this world.

Zhang Yun stared at the young man in front of her, and opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something but stopped talking.

Didn't he know at this time that he would enter the Yaochi Immortal Mansion that changed his future?Mistake.

Zhang Yun thought, then raised her head and looked at Ye Wuchen, smiled pretending to be calm, and said: "As a junior, I think there must be a place for you to go to explore the secret realm of the Immortal Mansion."

lie!

Ye Wushen looked at her expression and knew she was lying.

She must know something, she's hiding something important.

Ye Wushen stared at her deeply for a long time, then looked away, no matter what she concealed, it has nothing to do with him, as long as she doesn't make crooked ideas on his head.

There are so many people in this world, and there are so many people who have their own thoughts. Does he still take care of everyone?

Then who can manage it.

As long as you don't mess with him, it doesn't matter.

If you mess with him, hehe...

Ye Wuchen said, do you think I'm a cat?Let you knead?

"It's better for junior sister to say less about this in the future." Ye Wushen's voice was light, with a look of indifference that did not want to continue the conversation with her, "The sect's head, elders, and the first Taoist kings decide on important matters, If you don't come to the disciples of the sect, you will be beaked."

When Zhang Yun heard his words, the expression on his face was instantly ugly.

She felt humiliated by the metaphorical contempt in Ye Wuchen's words.

Ye Wu looked at her expression coldly, chuckled lightly, and thought, can't you take it anymore?

I haven't said anything yet.

Then, Ye Wuchen looked at her and said something, "As for my whereabouts, I naturally don't need to worry about my whereabouts, but..."

Ye Wuchen stared at her, and said seriously, "Senior Sister wants me to join hands with you when I enter the Immortal Mansion, are you so sure that you can enter the Immortal Mansion by yourself?"

He spoke politely, but if it was Yan Yuelai, he would be merciless and mocking directly, "Where did you get such a big face, who gave you the courage to think that you can have the opportunity to explore the Immortal Mansion?" Qualifications for the secret realm?"

Each sect has its own rules for rewards and punishments for its disciples.

Those with high contribution value and high loyalty will get more opportunities and rewards.

Like Ye Wushen, the second generation of Zongxiu of the Qing Dynasty, whose roots are upright and seedling red, needless to say how loyal they are.The contribution value also comes from the parents and teachers. Their contributions to the sect over the years are fed back to them.

Therefore, like Zhang Yun, who neither has a parent who has made contributions or status to the sect, and who has no ability to contribute to the sect, why do he think that he can be the first to enter the secret realm of the Immortal Mansion?

Where did the confidence come from?

Paranoia?

At this moment, even Ye Wushen, who was always polite to women, couldn't help but think of her, wishful thinking.

Zhang Yun was immediately stuck by Ye Wuchen's question, her face was stiff, as if she realized this question for the first time.

His face was pale and his eyes were in a trance.

She no longer had the self-confidence and faint arrogance she had at the beginning, as if... she had been hit by some major blow.

Something was brutally broken.

After a long time.

Zhang Yun just raised her head, facing Ye Wuchen with a ghostly pale face, her voice was forced, trying not to let herself be so embarrassed, "I don't need to worry about this, I have my own way."

Then, without waiting for Ye Wuchen to say anything more, she twitched the corners of her mouth and said, "I'm sorry to bother you, junior brother. I understand your teaching, so I'm leaving."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left with heavy steps.

No longer the light and confident at the beginning.

Ye Wuchen stood behind her, staring at her leaving figure, and wondered for a while, "What's the matter? After such a big blow."

"Did I say anything nasty?" Ye Wuchen began to reflect on what he said earlier, and felt that what he said... were all normal things.

So, what does she care about?

That look, like the end of the world, will not last any minute, with a lifeless look.

Ye Wuchen didn't dwell on this issue for a long time, because someone called him again.

"Ye Wuchen!" Behind him came a clearer and colder cry.

It was clear and cold, like the sound made by the collision of pearls and jades that Ye Wushen liked to play with when he was a child, it was very pleasant.

Upon hearing this voice, Ye Wuchen's expression changed, first surprised and then happy.

Overjoyed.

He immediately turned around and saw the young man behind him standing on the tall grass slope in front of him, with a light of surprise on his face, "Brother Jiang Xue!"