Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

In a blink of an eye, the Yin Yao jumped down from the sky, and the Jingui Palace was in chaos.

The group of young people who gathered here were the best young people in the fairy world, and they shouldn't be powerless to fight back against the Yin Yao.It's just that according to the concept of the fairy world, everything that is stained with yin is extremely dirty and evil.It is inevitable that these young monks are afraid of Yin Yao, lest they will be corroded and injured by Yin Qi. It is already good to be able to exert [-]% to [-]% of their strength.

"Ah!!" In the confusion, a female disciple of Furong Pavilion tripped and fell to the ground.A Yin demon opened its bloody mouth on the top of her head, and the female disciple was so frightened that Huarong turned pale and almost fainted, unable to move.

唦——

The black knife light flashed past, and the Yin Yao was split into two obliquely and dissipated.

The female disciple who survived the near death raised her head tremblingly, and a pair of fierce and stern eyebrows came into view.Looking down, the cold blade is only a few millimeters away from his neck.

"Ah..." The female disciple turned pale with fright, and fled to the place of other senior sisters.

Lin Lingqing swung his sword and cut off a Yin Yao that was approaching him, turned his head and complained softly to Fang Zhiyuan: "Why are you still so fierce, I won't be able to thank you for saving people."

Fang Zhiyuan didn't take it seriously, raised his knife and went elsewhere.

Under the osmanthus tree where they rested just now, Xun Mingsi and the others protected Shen Xiaojiang, who had stimulated the hidden spirit root and successfully built a foundation, in the middle.

The child sits cross-legged with his eyes closed, still consolidating his realm, ignorant of the outside world.

With Fang Zhiyuan around, the yin monsters did not wander around, and almost all rushed towards the cursed star—then Fang Zhiyuan wiped them out one by one, like chopping melons and vegetables.

All the young monks from the various immortal sects present were stunned.

Xun Mingsi had already sacrificed the sparrow listening to the piano, but when he saw it, he took it back calmly.

"Zhiyuan," Lin Lingqing said loudly, "Shut up, leave one for the children to play with."

Fang Zhiyuan understood, retracted the long knife, turned around and kicked.The last Yin Yao howled miserably and flew out through the air, slamming down under the osmanthus tree!

"..."

Shen Xiaojiang just calmed down the aura in his body, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes leisurely.

The senior brothers and sisters in front of them walked away tacitly.

Yin Yao yelled wildly: "Jie Jie——"

"...?"

Shen Xiaojiang's face was pale.

"Come and try," Lin Lingqing took out a long sword from the Qiankun bag, raised his hand and threw it: "Hit it."

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Many years later, Shen Xiaojiang, who has become the suzerain of Xuyun, looked back at the past, but still couldn't help the trembling of his calves, and wanted to kneel down to the elder brother with tears in his eyes.

Although there was only one Yin Yao that appeared at that time, its strength was almost equivalent to that of a fifth-floor monk in the consecration period.

And he, a certain useless little weak chicken who was still at the third level of entraining qi a quarter of an hour ago, and broke through the foundation in a daze after a quarter of an hour.What you want, what you don't have, what you ask, what you don't know.

Eldest brother dared to let him go and beat this Yin demon.

It really is a fairy.

Black air billowed in front of his eyes.The Yin Yao's red eyes had fixed on the little boy in front of him.Shen Xiaojiang held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and Dou Da's cold sweat ran across his immature face.

He had seen this sword at a roadside stall a few days ago.Three hundred spirit stones, the most common Qingfeng Iron Sword.

And the swordsmanship he knows is only the "Basic Swordsmanship 25 Styles" of the worst street in the fairy world... It really matches the sword in his hand.

As for the "Wuhen Jue" that he chose to practice as the main direction of attack, even though he has received a lot of guidance from his elder brother intermittently in the past few days, he is still far from being able to understand it.

The Yin Yao suddenly screamed, and rushed towards him like a cold black arrow, passing by at a distance of nearly twenty feet, and in the blink of an eye, the sharp claws were already at the door!

Shen Xiaojiang's blood rushed to his head, he clenched his teeth, and raised his sword.

He only knows basic sword skills, and what he uses can only be basic sword skills.

The Qingfeng sword moved straight forward, and the tip of the sword flashed in the sunlight.

The third form of basic swordsmanship, stabbing willows with a vertical step!

In an instant, the sword and the claw collided in one place.

boom--

Shen Xiaojiang spat out a mouthful of blood, and was knocked flying by the Yin Yao's terrifying momentum with his sword and sword, and fell hard into the dust.

The flesh on the arm was sizzling, and it had been eroded by Yin Qi to form a terrible wound.

Lin Lingqing looked at it calmly, and waved his hand to let Fang Zhiyuan, whose physique was comparable to a "Yin Yao magnet", take the rest of his juniors and sisters away quickly.

The hidden spirit root is an extremely rare kind of spiritual root. It has been dormant in the monk's body for many years. Once it is activated, it will immediately require a hearty and exhausting battle.

The harder it is consumed, the greater the potential of the future spiritual root.

He was going to use Jingui to try to let Shen Xiaojiang break through and fight a good fight.Since the Yin Yao came, it would be even better, this battle, he will personally check it out, and give this child a temper first.

Shen Xiaojiang got up pale, but didn't groan in pain.His eyes were still so bright, he held the sword again, and charged towards the Yin Yao.

This time, Shen Xiaojiang consciously took the steps of the "Wuhen Jue", and turned around, making it the basic sword technique No. 18, flying wind and cutting the top.

But a moment later, Shen Xiaojiang was sent flying out again.

There is no fighting back.

Gradually people gathered around, looked at Shen Xiaojiang who was in a panic under the attack of Yin Yao from a distance, and pointed:

"It's the Yin demon attracted by disciple Xuyun's foundation establishment!"

"Oh, that Xu Yunzong... no wonder..."

"Look! Under the tree over there, that young fairy in white is Lin Lingqing, Xuyun's chief true biography!"

Yin Yao is a dirty thing, no one is willing to take the initiative to touch it; plus someone recognized Lin Lingqing, since Xu Yunzong's senior brothers are all sitting aside and not moving, no one will want to meddle in other people's business.

Therefore, these young talents gathered around to watch the excitement, just to watch and talk, nothing more.

"Cough, cough..."

The ground was cracked and dusty due to the impact.

Shen Xiaojiang's face was covered with blood and mud, and he spat out a few mouthfuls of blood with difficulty. He only felt a buzzing in his head and severe pain all over his body.Holding his breath, he staggered up to his feet.

Suddenly, his heart felt cold, and the sharp claws of the Yin Yao came again!

Shen Xiaojiang rolled on the spot, avoiding the vital point in embarrassment, and a cut was made on his shoulder.

Lin Lingqing's lips moved slightly.

A cold voice poured into Shen Xiaojiang's mind, "Sword out, nine."

With a jolt, Shen Xiaojiang jumped up suddenly, and drew his sword with his backhand!

The ninth form of basic swordsmanship is to slice Yushan obliquely.

The sword edge was filled with spiritual energy, and the plain and unremarkable Qingfeng sword shone brightly, and the blow landed squarely on Yin Yao's eyes.

The timing is amazing!

"Jie—!!"

The Yin Yao let out a scream, and the Yin energy in his body rose violently.

Shen Xiaojiang's pupils shrank sharply, only to feel a chilly force coming from the hilt of the sword in his hand.The next moment, he sprayed blood from his mouth and nose, and fell to the ground with a bang!

Lin Lingqing frowned slightly.

... The gap in realm is too difficult to overcome.

Shen Xiaojiang's spiritual power is weak, and his martial arts are low-level.Even if he has his own outlet to point out the most perfect flaws and the most suitable moves, he can't cause effective damage to Yin Yao.

There was an uproar.

Among the young monks watching, some exclaimed and some couldn't bear it.

There were also tsk-tsk sounds of disdain.

"It is said that Xuyun's outer disciples are useless, so there are such useless..."

They are all geniuses, and they should be disdainful to see a small foundation building stage being knocked down one after another ridiculously.

Some people laughed and slapped their thighs:

"Oh, Xu Yun! What kind of sect is Xu Yun?"

"is not it……"

"Isn't it just a small broken island that takes in a bunch of waste people who are born with physiques to attract Yin demons?"

The joking voice, like a careless poisonous dagger pierced into the heart, immediately dripping with blood.

Shen Xiaojiang fell on the ground in a daze. He suffered internal injuries, his mouth and nose were bleeding continuously, and his eyes were gray.

Sharp tinnitus rang in his head, like the waves of the sea.

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seven years ago.

On the shore of Taiqing Island.

"A Yuan, do you want to save them?"

The sea breeze blows.

Two teenagers in white and black sat side by side on a white fairy sword.

Under the sword is the surging waves of the sea.

A wretched little wreck was bobbing on the waves.A dozen or so ragged, dirty and smelly mortals were crowded on it.There are men, women and children, even sick and haggard women with young children on their backs and newborn babies in their arms.

Almost everyone has scars of Yin Qi corrosion on their bodies, and their hunched appearance on the boat is like a group of animals infected with the plague, dying and waiting to die.

And behind the small broken boat, there was a monk standing in the air on the sea.

The long sword in the cultivator's hand pointed at the group of fugitives, but his eyes stared fearfully at the young man in white who made the noise.

"This little fairy, you may not know something..."

The monk said gloomyly, "These untouchables are people with a Yin body. They are born to attract Yin demons and bring blood disasters to the world. They should not live in this world. Killing demons and protecting the people is the way of my generation to cultivate immortals." man's mission."

For some reason, the brows of the cold-faced boy in black twitched slightly.

"A Yuan," the boy in white had a soft voice, but his eyes were clear and indifferent. He repeated, "Do you want me to save these people?"

The mortals on the small broken boat huddled.They are used to being humble, and no one even dared to call out for help.

Only the newborn baby uttered a weak, dry cry like a kitten.The emaciated woman covered the baby's mouth with tears in her eyes, and another boy on her back whimpered and begged softly: "Mom...mother...brother is dying of illness...mother..."

Fang Zhiyuan suddenly turned his face to the side, closed his eyes and said, "I don't want to."

Lin Lingqing: "No, you want to."

"..." Fang Zhiyuan was silent for a moment, and his voice was still as cold as ice when he spoke, "Don't meddle in your own business. No one..."

"—No one can save you, you have no medicine to save, I am looking for death."

Lin Lingqing interrupted at once, and accurately snatched away all the words that Fang Zhiyuan hadn't uttered, and gave him a light look, "Oh, I can recite them all."

Fang Zhiyuan: "..."

Lin Lingqing stood up from his Tunan sword, and gently said to the monk: "I'm really sorry, you can go."

He made a farewell gift, "The lives of these Yin-body people are protected by Taiqing Island."

"What!? You, you, you..." The monk's face was distorted, and he just felt incredible, "You are talking nonsense! You clearly don't know this group of people, why do you—"

Lin Lingqing smiled and said, "I'm happy on my own."

For my own pleasure, choose to protect a group of strangers who have never met before half a quarter of an hour, or people with Yin bodies who will incur evil demons and blood disasters. The 12-year-old Lin Lingqing didn't think it was strange.

"You—Xiao Xianchang! You do things and speak the truth!"

The monk had never seen such a person before, he blew his beard and stared angrily, if he didn't see that Lin Lingqing's cultivation was not as good as Lin Lingqing, he would have slashed through with his sword.

He said angrily: "I have hunted down this group of yin-body scoundrels from thousands of miles to come here. Do I want to just say a word to someone who has nothing to do with me and go back home!?"

Lin Lingqing thought about it seriously, raised his eyes and said leisurely: "Oh, what you said is true, it makes sense."

Then he said softly: "Then I will set up a sect."

Cultivator: "What??"

The little fairy in white turned around calmly and pointed at him.

"See those four mountains on the island?"

"They are called Xuyun, the four peaks of Xuyun."

"The name of the sect is Xu Yun, Xu Yunzong."

"I'm the senior brother," Lin Lingqing smiled slightly, then pointed to himself and Fang Zhiyuan who was surprised, "He's the second senior brother."

Fang Zhiyuan asked in astonishment, "What's wrong with you?"

Lin Lingqing seemed to have never heard of it: "We also have a master and a junior sister."

Finally, he pointed to the group of... a dozen people who were as humble as ants in the eyes of monks and as dirty as bugs in the eyes of mortals.

That was a dozen dying lives.More than a dozen pairs of mournful eyes, with a flickering gleam of hope, fell on the young fairy in white with a snow sword.

"You guys, I'll accept you as outer disciples."

The young Xianjun smiled slightly.

"Okay, now, they're related to me."

Since you can save people casually for your own happiness, you can naturally establish a sect for your own happiness.

12-year-old Lin Lingqing said seriously:

"Since it has something to do with me, if you insist on killing them again, I will have no choice but to kill you."

The author has something to say: Lin Lingqing: In fact, the Xuyun Sect is not an immortal sect at all, it should be called an orphanage.The dean is the nominal mascot, and I am responsible for making money to support the family and pick up the children.