Waste wood knows everything

It's better to come early than coincidentally, which is probably what I'm talking about.

For this bodyguard who was late in delivery, Siran was unavoidably dissatisfied, but when the bodyguard appeared in such a cool way, a sword light flew away from the opponent, and directly saved Siran, the little girl, from under the knife. After death——

The caressing in Siran's heart also quietly dissipated.

Hey, it all depends on the face, who made this sword repairer look good.

Siran couldn't help but glanced at Yun Mo again, just at this moment, another person also fell from the sky and landed in front of everyone.

The visitor also had a sword hanging from his waist, he cupped his fists towards the others, and said with a smile, "Jian Zong, Xie Rongqing."

It's Jianzong again.

Jianzong is a very magical sect on this continent.

A sect, no matter how big or small, there are many types of people in the sect. The spells they practice are different, and the weapons they are good at are also different. There are also monks who master various auxiliary abilities, such as refining alchemists or refining Weapon masters are often indispensable to a sect.

But Jianzong is different, daring to use "sword" to name a sect proves that this sect must have something special.

The disciples in Jianzong are all sword cultivators.

Sword cultivators do not simply refer to monks who use swords, but monks who "only" use swords. They are extremely exclusive and have strong combat effectiveness. A qualified sword cultivator can challenge even higher levels.

Of course, a sect full of sword cultivators... think about it, it's very poor.

Siran's thoughts turned, and his eyes fell on the two sword cultivators in front of him.

The treasure book in his mind also seemed to sense something, briefly showing the basic information of these two people.

Baoshu also complained by the way: [Your cultivation base is too low, at most you can check this information. 】

Siran skillfully ignored this sentence, and glanced at the words that appeared in front of his eyes.

[Yun Mo, 23 years old, Jindan Stage Dzogchen.Shan Jinlingen (Heavenly Lingen), kung fu sword formula, real name weapon ink sword. 】

[Xie Rongqing, 23 years old, Jindan early stage.Single Fire Spiritual Root, Yantian Art of Cultivation Technique, Nine Heavens Star Sword, the weapon of its real name. 】

It's amazing.

Even with mental preparation, Siran was still a little surprised.

Regarding Yun Mo, the number one genius of the new generation of Sword Sect, there were endless rumors from the outside world, but the only thing that could be confirmed was that Yun Mo broke through the Foundation Establishment Stage at that time and became the youngest Golden Core Stage Sword Cultivator in history.

Now that five years have passed, no one knows what Yun Mo's real cultivation is now. Most people speculate that he is still at the early stage of Golden Core, or he may have broken through to the middle stage of Golden Core, and even more daring guesses that he may have reached the late stage of Golden Core.

Of course, as soon as this statement appeared, it was rejected by most people.

Cultivation has reached the Golden Core stage, unlike when it was refined and built a foundation, it can break through a big realm in a decade or so, just like the 20-year-old Golden Core stage genius of Tianhuazong, didn't he become a Nascent Soul at the age of 40? .

Therefore, most people guessed that Yun Mo was at the middle stage of the golden core, and the sword cultivator himself focused on polishing his actual combat ability, and the progress of pure cultivation was much slower.

It is precisely because of this that after seeing the words "Golden Core Stage Great Perfection", Siran felt... the emotion of a generation of geniuses.

What is the concept of Jindan stage Dzogchen?

As long as there is an opportunity, this sword cultivator can break through the Golden Core and become the youngest Nascent Soul Daoist in history.

A Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill can hire a bodyguard of this level... Si Ran thinks that Si Xingfeng is still very powerful, and Jianzong probably agreed to this request because he was in a hurry to use the pill.

But after thinking about it, there is no time for cultivation, only 100 years, and it has passed in a flash.

What's more, in their eyes, Siran, a weak chicken, probably wouldn't dare to run around, and if he was released in Jianzong, and he lived peacefully for 100 years, he would be fine.

Siran asked in his mind: "Shu'er, what kind of medicine is the Jiuzhuan Resurrection Pill?"

Treasure book: [Nine-turn Resurrection Pill, eighth-rank pill, can heal injuries. 】

Siran looked at the extremely concise introduction: "That's it?"

The treasure book uses bold font: [Eighth order!Eighth-order elixir!It would be nice if I could tell you the name! 】

Siran: "..."

Here, Zhang Yifei, who was picked up by Jian Guang, struggled to get up from the ground, spat out blood, and his face was pale.

The surrounding disciples who were attracted by Yun Mo and Xie Rongqing realized this, and immediately someone flew forward with a rope and tied Zhang Yifei tightly.

A disciple dressed in red came forward, saluted Yun Mo and Xie Rongqing a little nervously, and then said respectfully: "I don't know why you two came to Xianyunzong thing?"

The Xianyun Sect can only be regarded as a medium-sized sect, and basically has little connection with such a giant as the Jian Sect. What's more, did these two just say that their names are... Yun Mo and Xie Rongqing?

This, if it wasn't for the same name, it would really make people a little... Shocked to the point of being overwhelmed.

Xie Rongqing smiled, glanced at Si Ran who was covered in tatters, eyes flashed, and said with great interest: "You are all disciples of the Xianyun Sect? Could it be that the same clan killed each other just now? If we came later, this Little brother, I'm afraid you will be seriously injured if you don't die, right?"

Liu Qi was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Xie Rongqing to ask about this matter.

In the eyes of the surrounding disciples, these two sword sect members came to Xianyun sect because of other reasons, and as for saving Siran, it was just a matter of convenience.

Maybe it's not even a convenient move, it's more likely to be a tendency of fighting instinct, just waving a sword aura casually.

Liu Qi really couldn't figure out what the person in front of him was thinking, so he bit his bullet and said, "This, this was an accident—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Qin Qiuhua.

"Seniors," Qin Qiuhua said with a pale face, but still like a white lotus swaying in the wind, neither humble nor overbearing, "There is a reason for this matter, Senior Brother Zhang, he acted rashly, and it was also because of his reckless and impulsive personality. I only wanted to solve the matter by force, so I collided with the two seniors."

Injustice?

The corner of Siran's mouth twitched, expressing admiration for Qin Dabai Lianhua's speaking skills.

Qin Qiuhua also frowned and glanced at Siran, with indignation and poorly concealed grievances in his eyes, his expression was charming, and he looked like a delicate, pure, white and ignorant little beauty.

Siran... Siran was dumbfounded.

This expression is so well done, it's so perfect!This life is really wasted in the realm of self-cultivation. If it is put into the modern entertainment industry, it will be a thriving little white lotus with excellent acting skills!

Well, sometimes I like to pretend to be a little white flower or something. After all, most people have a love for the weak in their hearts. If it is used well, it can play a miraculous effect.

He admitted that he lost at this point, he absolutely can't make that rich and layered expression.

Siran couldn't help but say: "You—"

The disciples who had been silent for a long time suddenly came to their senses and burst into chatter, and their voices were instantly covered.

"Yes, yes, this is just an accident, how could there be such a thing as a brother-in-law?"

"Zhang Yifei was indeed impulsive. His personality has always been like this, and now he was seriously injured. It's enough for him to reflect on himself."

"Our Xianyun Sect will take good care of this matter. I hope seniors will forgive them. Xianyun Sect will definitely give seniors an explanation."

"..."

Not to mention, several disciples even sneaked up behind Siran and grabbed his arm tightly, trying to get him away.

Siran was already seriously injured, but these disciples did not strike lightly or seriously, and he gasped in pain because of the pain.

He mobilized the few spiritual powers in his body, and while these disciples were not paying attention, he quickly threw off the shackles of a few people, and jumped behind Yun Mo like a rabbit.

At this time, Siran almost understood what the Xian Yunzong gang was thinking.

This kind of behavior of targeting a disciple and asking about the whereabouts of the treasure is out of the question, and it is even more so when Zhang Yifei and Qin Qiuhua suspected of snatching Siran's storage bag. , It's better to hide it, close the door and solve it in your own sect.

Qin Qiuhua's reaction was quick enough. What he said gave a good reminder to the surrounding disciples of Xianyunzong, telling them to act quickly, hide these things well, and don't lose face to Jianzong.

Siran sighed faintly, poked his head cautiously from behind Yun Mo, and met Qin Qiuhua's distorted eyes.

"Siran, how dare you--" Qin Qiuhua saw that Siran dared to run to Yun Mo's side, and he was so close, his eyes widened, "These two are from the Sword Sect, your young master What's the use of identity? Not all monks are like you when you were in the Twelve Peaks. They are afraid of your identity and let you do whatever you want. Even if you, you don't take us seriously, you can't offend the two seniors like this!? "

Siran: "..."

Siran asked Baoshu: "Come on, you count, how many pots did this little white lotus buckle for me?"

Treasure Book: […]

Baoshu sighed sincerely: [Humans are worthy of being the race with the most powerful creativity in this world. 】

Siran thinks this sentence is wonderful.

So he came out from behind Yun Mo, stood aside, looked at the resentment and ridicule hidden in Qin Qiuhua's eyes, and said sincerely: "Humans are indeed the race with the most powerful creativity in this world."

Qin Qiuhua didn't react immediately: "...?"

Siran said: "You have the ability to make up stories. What kind of fairy do you still want to be? You can just write a storybook. I guarantee you will become the most famous writer in the world."

"puff."

Xie Rongqing on the side couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

Qin Qiuhua's expression twisted for a moment.

He suppressed the anger and inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, pursed his lips, and just about to speak, Siran interrupted with a headache: "Can you shut up, my head hurts when you talk."

Seeing this, Qin Qiuhua's heart skipped a beat, he just felt that Si Ran was too stupid, speaking in such a tone at this time, wouldn't he be jumping into the pit by himself.

He secretly smiled, without showing any expression, and said: "The two seniors—"

Siran was not happy anymore: "It's agreed to be afraid of my identity, and let me do anything wrong. I won't let you talk, why do you still talk?"

Qin Qiuhua: "..."

The expression on his face is like a drawing board, colorful and colorful.

Xie Rongqing: "Puffah...cough cough, well, my throat is a little bad recently."

Xie Rongqing did not expect to see such a wonderful scene.

This Siran is too amusing. I thought he had a gloomy personality, but now that he looks at it, he doesn't look like it at all. It seems that the rumors can't be believed.

As for what Qin Qiuhua and other disciples of the Xianyun sect said, it's fine to listen to it, he is at the golden core stage anyway, although it is said that the sword cultivator is devoted to the sword and is inhumane, but he is not a fool.

What's more, they came here for Si Ran. It was a deal with Si Xingfeng. They had already taken the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill. No matter what kind of person Si Ran was, the content of the transaction must be completed.

At this moment, Yun Mo, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "Quiet."

As soon as these two words came out, it was as if the volume button was turned to the lowest level. The disciples who were already buzzing and Qin Qiuhua, who was unwilling to refute, immediately shut up.

Even if Qin Qiuhua shut his mouth, he would not be at peace, and gave Siran a glance without leaving any trace, as if he was mocking.

Yun Mo lowered his head slightly, looking at Si Ran beside him.

Siran also looked at the sword repairman, blinked twice, and signaled him to speak quickly.

Yun Mo's voice was clean and clear: "Sorry, I'm late."

Siran: "..."

Siran froze.

Not only he was stunned, but also a large group of Xian Yunzong disciples around him were also stunned.

Of course, it was Qin Qiuhua who was the most stunned. He seemed to be struck by lightning, his whole body was stiff, his eyes were wide open, and the distorted expression was frozen on his face, and he couldn't take it back at all.

The author has something to say: Siran: Oops, yes, a little emotional.