Xiao thinks everyone in this seat must die

Lin Xingye is a rational person who knows what is most important at the moment.

He quickly restrained his emotions, stopped caring about the ridicule in Ning Sui's heart, and then made enough mental preparations to look at Ning Sui's embarrassment.At the same time, Lin Xingye gently stroked the hilt of the sword with his left index finger, and threatened Ning Sui in a low tone: "Before I look at it, let me tell you, if I see it again...offend me, even if it is a sword, I will make it I regret coming to this world."

Lin Xingye couldn't say it, so he could only use "it" instead.

But Ning Sui could hear his voice as clear as snow, and when he said the word "it", his intention was very slow and lingering.Ning Sui felt his head heat up at this moment, as if he was extremely happy to have his breath lingering between his senior's lips and teeth.

"Senior Brother Ren." Ning Sui closed his eyes, thinking nothing but firmly suppressing his physical reaction.

He was not aware of his emotions at this time, and he was open-minded and upright.

Lin Xingye took a quick look and saw that there was no abnormality before, so he reluctantly let go.

He has lived so long, and this is the first time he took the initiative to see a man. Lin Xingye can't face himself now, and he doesn't want to see Ning Sui, who is disheveled. He stopped thinking about torturing Ning Sui today, As soon as the long sword was retracted, he wanted to leave.

Ning Sui closed his eyes and felt his aura going away, so he said reluctantly: "Senior brother, you left like this?" Didn't you say that you want to compare swords with him?

Lin Xingye paused, wondering why Ning Sui wanted to keep him?

Perhaps it was because of the stimulation just now, Lin Xingye is now like a frightened bird, his thoughts are not on the line, he thought: It is early in the morning, Ning Sui's clothes are not properly dressed, and the quilt is wrapped around the important parts to keep him, what he said is still questioning He said, "Brother, are you leaving like this?"

This kind of routine is very similar to the scumbag and the innocent monk in the rumors in the cultivation world. After a spring breeze, he ruthlessly put on his clothes, regardless of the innocent monk's body being ruined like a rag doll, and left ruthlessly.The innocent monk covered his injured body and mind, and let out a questioning roar: "You left like this? Abandoned me like this? Are you still a human?"

...Lin Xingye was shocked by his own thoughts. He was never a cranky person before, and he must have been driven a little crazy by Ning Sui in the past few days.

He had a cold face, with an unattainable and leisurely attitude, only the knuckles of the fingers holding the sword were white, revealing his mood, "Why can't I go?"

He glanced at Ning Sui a few times, but it wasn't intentional. Does Ning Sui still want him to pay?

Lin Xingye is not short of money, but he is not willing to give money to Ning Sui, as if he really had a relationship with his old enemy Ning Sui, and he still needs to pay Ning Sui's daughter ticket.

Ning Sui said sincerely: "Didn't senior brother say that he wants to compete with swords? Senior brother can wait for a while, and I will come when I get dressed."

Lin Xingye loosened his grip on the sword, he didn't have the mind to compete with swords, he came to look for Ning Sui early in the morning, he was not bullied, his eyes were full of dirty things, all thoughts stopped: "No comparison, I will mention it later. "

Ning Sui couldn't hold back the disappointment in his heart, but he was indeed tired all night, so he said goodbye to Lin Xingye and rested again.

Lin Xingye originally wanted to go back to practice, but a gray and white spirit crane flew over from the clouds and mist of Guiyuanzong. The spirit crane flapped its wings and held a jade slip in its slender beak.

Lin Xingye stretched out his hand and took out the jade slip from Linghe's mouth, but it was a handout from a master he had rarely seen.

No matter what the purpose of Lin Xingye's coming back to Yuanzong was, he had to respect his teacher for a day as long as he was a disciple of Zhenjun Qingxu, and when he saw Zhenjun Qingxu summoning him, he walked towards his main peak with his sword.

The spirit crane was waiting to carry people, seeing people could fly by itself, and was unwilling to ride it, dissatisfaction flashed across the bird's eyes, and it wanted to rub Lin Xingye's clothes without dignity.

Lin Xingye lowered his head and glanced at it, Bikong Sword moved forward quickly, leaving Spirit Crane far behind.

"Xingye, you are here." Zhenjun Qingxu is a Dharma cultivator, and is about the same age as Zhenjun Rongxu, "I saw the competition between you and Rongxu's apprentice. Your talent in swordsmanship is outstanding, and I am a teacher." Faxiu, although he has the heart to love talents, he has no ability to teach, I will ask you again as a teacher, which sword cultivator do you really choose?"

Lin Xingye is the apprentice of Qingxu Zhenjun Bai Jian. This apprentice is obviously a sword cultivator, but he chooses him as a master of Dharma cultivator. His temper is too twisted.

Lin Xingye stood tall and straight in front of Zhenjun Qingxu: "Yes."

Qingxu Zhenjun frowned: "Xingye, you are good at everything, but you have a weird temper. The journey of cultivation is not as simple as you think. You are a sword cultivator. If there is a sword cultivator leading you, your journey will be much smoother. Just like Ning Sui, who is fighting with you, don't look at him losing to you at first, but he has the teaching of Rongxu, and the principles of thousands of battles have been taught to him step by step, and it is only a matter of time before he wins against you."

With these words again, Lin Xingye grasped the Bikong sword, "I have said before that I don't worship sword cultivators as teachers."

Zhenjun Qingxu was furiously caressed by his cold and hard attitude, and felt that this celestial apprentice was more difficult to discipline than all the apprentices he had received in his life: "What's the reason? After a few years, you are still like Is it as short-sighted as before?"

Hearing this, Lin Xingye raised his cold peach eyes, and looked directly at Zhenjun Qingxu: "On the journey of the sword, no one can be my master."

True Monarch Qingxu was overwhelmed by his arrogance, as if watching a piece of rough jade voluntarily dusted, "You will fall behind monks with the same talent as you sooner or later, such as Ning Sui that day."

Every word of his words was bloody, piercing into Lin Xingye's heart, reminding him of the anger and resentment he felt when he was defeated by Ning Sui every time before.

But Lin Xingye was very calm, and he never lost his composure: "I will not lose to Ning Sui."

Zhenjun Qingxu still wanted to knock his elm head awake, but Lin Xingye interrupted him: "Master doesn't believe it, just watch the disciple meeting later. The distribution of resources in the sect also depends on competition. There is still a long time to fight, and I will never disappoint Master."

True Monarch Qingxu didn't mean that, but Lin Xingye made it clear that he didn't listen to him, and even misinterpreted his meaning, there was nothing he could do.

Although this disciple is not as obedient to him as other disciples, he has a strong personality and dares to refute him, but at the same time he is very good at etiquette, and he can't find a single mistake in his behavior, which makes Qingxu Zhenjun want to use excuses to punish him He is difficult.

Zhenjun Qingxu sighed, waved his hand, Lin Xingye turned and retreated.

The main peak where Zhenjun Qingxu is located is full of flowers and willows, and the air is full of sweet fragrance, but there seems to be a cold barrier around Lin Xingye, and the fragrance of flowers and the bright sun can't shine in.

Lin Xingye put his hands on the hilt of his sword, his face as cold as frost.

No one can point him to the path of sword cultivation, if someone points him, he can only point him to death.