She's going to be a sect boss

Chapter 52 Martial Artist

"What about my sword?"

Seeing this, Chang Zilan quickly untied the sword from her waist and He Miao.

He Miao saw that the sword body was gorgeous, not to mention the hollowed out pattern, and it was inlaid with colorful gemstones. It would probably hurt your hand when you touched it, so he couldn't help frowning.

She knew that Chang Zilan was Danxiu, and this sword was more for decoration than self-defense.

"Hey, this is the sword I bought with a lot of money."

Seeing He Miao's disgusted expression, Chang Zilan didn't seem to want it that much, so she hurriedly sold it.

She knew that He Miao was penniless.If she really wanted to change the sword, maybe she and her sister would have to pay for it.After all, before departure, the door owner said that He Xiang's reasonable expenses must be borne by her.

Why not lend this sword to He Miao, not only as a favor, but most importantly, it can save a lot of expenses.

He Miao took her sword and weighed it, the weight was not too bad, and drew out the sword, the blade was long and thin, and the blade was sharp.

How to put it, it is not a good sword, but it is still a sword.

"If Miss He thinks it's inappropriate, I have several magical weapons in Tianxuanmen, and I'll take you to pick them out."

Yun Qianchen on the side hurriedly suggested.

"That's it, thank you Mr. Yun for your kindness."

He Miao flatly refused.Dogs don't take anything from Tianxuanmen.

After finishing speaking, he said his farewell, and walked to the inn with his sword in his hand.

After fighting for a long time, she was actually hungry.

Only Yun Qianchen was left standing behind, staring at He Miao's back in a daze, his heart pierced like a knife.

Yun Qianchen was not the only one watching He Miao leave.

In the stands, everyone had already left, only the two surnamed Wu, Qingyin Saintess, were left watching He Miao's back as he went away.

The girl's back is thin, but straight, showing a bit of stubbornness.

"Could it be that the saint is soft-hearted?"

The one surnamed Wu laughed softly.

A hint of viciousness flashed in the gentle willow leaf eyes of the Qingyin Saintess, and she said decisively: "Just kill it."

"Saint, please don't forget that during the Immortal Cultivator Conference, it is forbidden to do anything in private." The surname Wu did not forget to remind.

"Is that so..."

The Qingyin Saintess looked up, and He Miao's figure had blended into the crowd and disappeared.

"There's always a chance."

These light and fluffy words go with the wind, but they have to decide a person's fate.

How did He Miao know that he had already become a thorn in the side of others.

"He Xiang, do you want to go for a walk at the foot of the mountain this afternoon?" Chang Zilan asked quickly when she saw He Miao resting in the room.

He Miao thought of the bustling crowd at the foot of the mountain, all kinds of rare treasures, and his mind moved.

Then she shook her head decisively, she still had to face the second competition tomorrow.

Her purpose this time is clear, unless she is really about to die, she must not admit defeat.

He Miao has always cherished his life, but sometimes, he has to work hard.

Compared with the first move, the second move is not difficult, but the sword intent in He Miao's body is not moving.

He Miao is not discouraged either, she knows that with her talent, learning swordsmanship has to rely on hard work every day.

Don't you see, how many people with extraordinary talents in ancient and modern times, it is difficult to achieve success in the end.Let alone someone like her who doesn't have much talent to speak of.

From the sun hanging in the sky to the willow twigs on the moon, outside the inn, from the hustle and bustle of people to the silence of people, He Miao never stopped practicing.

As a result, the sword intent remained stagnant in the body, making no progress.

He Miao lay down on the bed, nine out of ten unsatisfactory things in life, for her, almost ninety-nine out of ten unsatisfactory things, she can already accept it calmly.

As long as God is willing to give her a glimmer of life, she will live on.

The next day, the inn

"He Xiang, you have to hold on to this game, and give us Qidanmen a good reputation!" Chang Zilan cheered He Miao before leaving.

"Bring it~" He Miao stretched out his hand directly.

"What?" Chang Zilan was puzzled.

"Bring me all the pills that are used to restore blood, invigorate qi and protect my heart. Didn't you tell me to hold on, if you don't give me something to save my life, how can I hold on?"

He Miao asked people to ask for things with confidence.

Chang Zilan raised her forehead, she always felt that He Miao was deliberately waiting for her to open her mouth.

"Zi Lan, give Miss He some pills."

Chang Xianglan on the side urged.

Chang Zilan had no choice but to pout her cherry mouth, and reluctantly took out a bottle of Huiqi Pill from her storage bag, just about to ask He Miao how many pills she wanted.

He Miao had already taken the whole bottle away, and still didn't forget to ask: "Is there any more? Is there the one that protects the heart?"

"This is the blood lotus pill, which is used to protect the internal organs of the body; this is the meridian protection pill, which is used to protect the meridians; this is the raw bone pill, which is used to treat serious injuries..."

Before she finished speaking, He Miao had already taken the Blood Lotus Pill and the Vein-Protecting Pill, each swallowed a raw one, and did not forget to pick up the Bone Pill and put it in his bosom, and said with a smile, "Thank you very much."

Chang Zilan wanted to vomit blood. This is the elixir she had refined for decades, and He Miao directly searched for two bottles. She felt that she could hear the sound of her heart dripping blood. up.

After taking two elixirs, He Miao could already feel that the aura in his body was flowing abundantly, so he picked up the gaudy sword and walked out.

Compared with yesterday, today's cultivators have different expressions on their faces.

The one who was downcast was naturally defeated in the ring yesterday; as for the one who held his head high, it didn't take much thinking to know that he had entered the second round.

"Be careful, that person is the woman who scolded you a few days ago." When passing by somewhere, Chang Zilan reminded in a low voice.

He Miao didn't even raise her head this time, she didn't want to cause more trouble.

When the pedestrian walked away, Chang Zilan continued to chat with He Miao: ""

"Let me tell you, that woman's name is Nan Ling'er, and she has a very vicious heart.

"Yesterday, the person who confronted her was a female fairy sent by a small sect. She was jealous of her beauty and directly burned that female fairy's hair. I heard that even half of her face was scalded..."

Chang Zilan likes to yell and exaggerate when she speaks.

But Nan Ling'er intentionally burned the fairy's hair, so it should be true.

He Miao understood it, and asked lightly, "Who is she from the Lieyang Sect?"

"I heard that she is the goddaughter of the lord of Lieyan Sect." Chang Zilan saw that He Miao was interested, so she hurriedly said.

He Miao weighed the sword in his hand intentionally or unintentionally, knowing in his heart that he might have offended that narrow-minded Xiang Linger in his impulsiveness at that time, and he could only hope that he would not meet her in the future.

Another round of draws.

This time, He Miao didn't even need to pray.

After all, half of the more than 400 people entered, and those who stayed had more or less real skills.

It was difficult for her to win against Wang Junan yesterday, let alone today.

As expected, the one fighting He Miao was a warrior.

"It's a warrior from Jugang Villa." Someone from below exclaimed.

The man was nearly two meters tall, standing in front of He Miao, like a hill.He Miao's height is less than 1.6 meters five, coupled with long-term hunger and fullness, malnutrition, he looks extremely weak at the moment.

The huge contrast between the two immediately ushered in the onlookers of the crowd.

He Miao took a deep breath, and told himself in his heart, "As long as you can't beat him to death, beat him to death."

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