The No. 1 Sword Cultivator in History [Transmigration Book]

When the disciples flooded into the Lotus Peak, a gust of wind suddenly blew up inside the mountain.

Dark clouds were gathering, and a torrential downpour was approaching.

The big brother narrowed his eyes. "Xiao Shisan must be sent away early."

Everyone is inexplicable.

Even the second senior brother who has always been a fan is rarely stuck this time.He looked up at the sky following the eyes of his elder brother, the clouds were raging deep in the blue sky, and the strong wind made people standing in the peak tremble.

The second senior brother put his hand on the hilt of his sword, and pondered: "Could it be that a monster dares to break into Xiaoyao Mountain?"

The elder brother shook his head, unfathomable.

The fourth senior brother clicked his tongue, and shook out a green umbrella from his arms. "I don't like to get in the rain, let's go first."

With that said, the fourth senior brother swished, stepped on the flying sword, and entered the White Pavilion alone holding an umbrella.

"As a tree, why are you afraid of raining!" The third senior brother started a year earlier than the fourth senior brother, and knew the old four legs. , I'm afraid that lightning will strike him later!"

"Save me, save me a few sentences." The sixth senior brother felt noisy, rubbed away a clay pellet, and said impatiently: "Aren't you going to save the master? I have to go to practice martial arts after saving the old man. A set of swordsmanship came from Nanfangbuzhou, and I haven't had time to practice it yet."

"Wu Chi!" Fifth Senior Brother gave Sixth a glance.

A group of people procrastinated, and after half an hour, they finally arrived at the White Pavilion.

The fourth child was already in the inner room of the White Pavilion, and he was stuck at the door, but he didn't go in.

The elder brother barely opened his eyes and opened his mouth, but saw the fourth child looking back at them with a blank expression, as if someone had been fed a bag of live flies.

Everyone looked towards the inner room strangely.

They saw their master, Ling Fuzi, shrugging his shoulders and burying his head under the quilt, crying.

Crying choked up, buzzing, like a seven or eight-year-old child.

Still a girl.

Disciples: ...! ! !

All the disciples turned their heads to look at the elder brother.

The senior brother pondered and pondered again, during which the second senior brother was shaken awake several times without fear of death.Then he glanced indifferently at the master who was crying on the bedside.

All the disciples held their breath, waiting for the big brother to give orders.

After a cup of tea.

The elder brother finally woke up from his nap, put his hand on his waist, and drew out his flying sword...

Disciples:? ? ? !

Whoosh.A sword flew across the sky.

The eldest brother stepped on the flying sword and left the open gate of the White Pavilion in the dust, so fast that there was a large piece of slight vibration in the air.

The disciples looked out, and saw that the raindrops were gradually falling from the dense clouds, patting the forest trees in the mountains.

The second senior brother seemed to have suddenly realized, and decisively drew out his sword, walking quickly.

A group of disciples are not easy-going lamps. After realizing that they will encounter danger if they continue to stay in front of the crying Master, they hurriedly followed in the footsteps of the senior brother.

Outside the White Pavilion, seven or eight white swords flew out.

Lao Qi and Lao Jiu went down the mountain to eliminate demons.Thirteen didn't come.

A total of ten disciples broke into the White Pavilion today, and nine of them escaped.

As soon as the last remaining unlucky old ten stepped on the flying sword, he heard a clear voice from behind. "...Did you see everything just now?"

Although the words still sound like weeping, the tone is inexplicably chilling on the back of the neck.

Old Ten turned his neck slightly, and when he turned his head, he ran into Master Master's dark eyes head-on.There was a sound of fright in the black eyes, and clusters of black flames were burning inside.

"Master, Master!" Old Ten's voice was dry, his waist loosened, and his underpants fell down in fright.

Ling Fuzi sat up straight from the head of the bed slowly, and snorted coldly.Tears were still wet on the white jade-like skin.But Master Master has come out of the daze just now, staring at this useless disciple at this moment, thinking in his heart whether to kill him or silence him?

Old Ten couldn't understand Master's mind, but he understood Master's eyes.

A cold murderous aura emerged from the master, cutting him all over with cuts and bruises.

Old Ten fell off the flying sword with a bang and landed on all fours, with two thick streams of white air coming out of his nostrils.The black hair on the top of his head had turned into snow-like long hairs, and the back under the white robe was raised high, and he was about to be frightened to reveal his original shape on the spot.

The fire in Ling Fuzi's belly was like being thrown down by a big bucket of ice and snow.

After a breath, Ling Fuzi let out a long sigh and said, "Old Ten, you are too cowardly!"

Old Ten groaned and breathed out.

"As a disciple of my Jiange, how can you be so cowardly?!" Ling Fuzi hated iron for being weak, and the dust whisk almost poked the tip of Lao Shi's nose, and kept scolding: "A teacher for a day, a father for the rest of his life. You are my own son, can I still kill you?"

The old ten tremblingly raised his head, his eyes were piercing... staring at the sword tip that had been ejected three inches from the fly whisk.

Ling Fuzi hooked his little finger, and quietly retracted the tip of Tu Chenjian's sword.

Old Ten howled again, begging pitifully for mercy. "Master, I wasn't the only one who saw it just now, all the disciples were there."

When he got excited, he forgot that the elder brother's hands were darker.

Sell ​​all the brothers and sisters.

So, Ling Fuzi's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he left the White Pavilion with his whisk in his arms.

Old Fourteen lay on his limbs for a while, got up, touched the back of his head, and slipped away without a word.In order to avoid being divided into corpses afterwards, he ran down Xiaoyao Mountain with oil on the soles of his feet, and went all the way to Xihe Niuzhou to join Lao Jiu to subdue the demon.

Under the corridor, there is a row of disciples' houses.

Eldest brother didn't go back to sleep.

When the other nine juniors arrived, they saw for the first time that the senior brother was standing in front of Su Shisan's house in a daze.

Everyone looked along the senior brother's line of sight in shock, and they were even more shocked!

The door of Su Shisan's room is made of thousand-year-old nanmu, black lacquered and gilded, and a thick pearl curtain is hung behind the door.Each pearl is the size of a child's thumb, exuding a lustrous luster and full of plumpness.

The door of the room was ajar, and Su Shisan was rummaging through things while bending over and pouting.

"Thirteen?" Third Senior Brother squinted his slender eyes and called inward with a smile.

Among the senior brothers, only this handsome third senior brother was a little closer to Su Shisan.At least be willing to talk to him.

When Su Shisan heard his voice, he raised his head happily, wearing a snow-white disciple's robe, smiling like a February spring breeze. "Third Senior Brother!"

Then he snorted and asked in surprise, "Why are all the senior brothers here? Senior senior... is here too?"

Su Shisan always has shadows on this elder brother.On the first day when he went up the mountain, the impression of the flying sword walking towards him against the light was too deep. In Su Shisan's memory countless times, he clearly saw the Buddha's light on the big brother's fleshy cheek that day.

The elder brother's face is really fleshy, so even though Jiange is a Taoist school, Thirteen still firmly believes that this elder brother may have walked to the wrong set, but he is actually a disciple of Buddha.

Su Shisan smiled even more obediently, holding a small bag of jade that he had just taken out from under the bed, hesitantly said: "Brother, did the lectures end so quickly today?"

"It's raining," said the eldest brother.

"Oh..." Su Shisan was puzzled.Looking out, I saw the dense rain falling on the blue-tiled roofs of Xiaoyao Mountain, and a thin layer of misty smoke rose from the whole mountain.

June Day, baby face.It's not surprising that it rains!

Su Shisan laughed awkwardly. "Or, fellow seniors, please come in and have a seat?"

The elder brother shook his head, and once again came up with an endless sentence. "Thirteen, you go to the temple!"

"Oh... ah?" Su Shisan turned pale with shock, rushed to the door, and stared at the elder brother eagerly. "God, where is the temple? Are you going to drive me away?"

joke!Long Aotian didn't know when he would bump into Ling Fuzi, he was the thirteenth disciple who was snatched!What if Ling Fuzi is moved by Long Aotian again after he leaves?

In the original book, Long Aotian is the one chosen by heaven in this small world, the so-called son of luck.

Why does Su Shisan fight with Long Aotian?

In case Long Aotian enters the Jiange, he will get the key to the Phoenix Secret Realm from Lingfuzi just like in the original book, and from then on, there will be wind and rain all the way, and no one can stop Long Aotian's footsteps!

The point is, once Long Aotian gains power, everyone in Jiange will receive boxed meals.

Tiandao only left Long Aotian alone.

On Long Aotian's road to becoming a god, there are many bones.

Su Shisan shouldn't be a stepping stone for Long Aotian!

Focus again!He doesn't want these senior brothers to lead the box lunch!Although...they were a little unscrupulous, and Master Ling Fuzi was a little too old and demented, but he had been in Xiaoyao Mountain for ten years, and he had already developed feelings for him.

Su Shisan touched his conscience, and sincerely said to the senior brother: "You can't send me away! I am the lucky star of this Xiaoyao Mountain, and I am an extremely precious treasure. If I leave, who will protect you?" transport?"

"Hahahahaha..." The third brother laughed so hard that tears welled up in his slender eyes.He patted Su Shisan on the shoulder vigorously. "Xiao Shisan, I can't cover you this time! You are, you say this, I am afraid that people will laugh to death!"

A group of senior brothers laughed so hard.

Loud laughter covered the sound of wind and rain.

Su Shisan's face was tense, and he spoke sincerely again, speaking decisively. "Really! What I said was true—"

He shouted hoarsely, but everyone laughed.

"Okay, I'll believe it, I'll believe you once, hahahahaha! This is so funny!" Seeing that he had made a dragon whip for this junior brother, the twelfth senior brother could barely hold back his laughter, comforted him.

The elder brother's mouth curled up slightly, and he waved to Su Shisan. "come over!"

Su Shisan immediately obediently took another step forward.

Then he was pressed on his shoulders with both hands, and turned around lightly, facing the mountain, with his ass facing the group of senior brothers.Immediately, he kicked his buttocks with one foot.

"Go to your temple!"

Behind him, all the senior brothers were booing, the voices were too many and too mixed, and it was hard to hear who was yelling.

Su Shisan flew away like an arrow that left the string.

He flew over the mountains and the blue waves, and finally soared up to [-] miles, and with a bang, he fell on his back on a very tall building.

Under the body, white clouds are deep.

Into the eyes is a majestic red copper gate.

Look up, write a letter in traditional Chinese characters - the temple!

Two words, every word is as tall as Su Shisan, and every word is more majestic than Su Shisan.

Su Shisan carried a bag of jade stones that he took out from under the bed before being kicked out of the door, and turned into a vulture.

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