After my death, I became the white moonlight of the whole cultivation world

Chapter 37 The Real Freak
This is because there is too little actual combat experience, and it is impossible to immediately judge whether the strength of the enemy or ourselves is poor.

That's right, there is a master who loves to travel all the time and goes back to pick up people from time to time. Naturally, the senior brother Yan Wenshu seldom goes out of the valley, and he has to bring his junior sisters and juniors to practice together when he is not practicing swords.

What's more, Yun was gone, and he was the only swordsman, and he didn't even have anyone who could perform sword moves on weekdays.

In a real fight, it is inevitable that you will make the mistake of thinking about which sword to strike first.

And after getting the materials he wanted, Yun Weixian didn't delay, and went directly to the alchemy room.

In the morning, the two sisters are used to doing morning meditation classes and basic exercises, and no one is there to disturb her, which is just convenient for her to do whatever she wants.

But probably Mo Yu guessed what she was going to refine with those strange materials, and after telling the two sisters, they didn't come to the alchemy room in the afternoon.

But Yun Weixian still kept the barrier open so that nothing would leak out.

After refining, she cleaned the alchemy furnace well to make sure that there were no impurities left before leaving the alchemy room.

On the way back, I saw Hou Jun again.

After thinking about it, Yun Weixian still fell down.

This was the first time Hou Jun saw Yun Weixian after the enemy attack that day.

He subconsciously stepped aside, thinking she was going to pass by.

"Are you here to wait for Qi Yuemian?"

Hou Jun was born Zhou Zheng, but he had a sense of gloom that made people subconsciously not want to get too close to him.

"……Yes."

"He wouldn't be a good master."

Qi Yuemian is a real weirdo. Not long after he entered Yuanying, he heard that there were two youngest Huashen in Qingcang Mountain, so he came to fight without saying a word.

After losing a game, he still shouted to come back. He looked like he was not afraid of death, and he had no intention of cherishing the hard-won cultivation realm.

Life or death, who he likes and who he hates, all depends on his own mind, capricious and unpredictable.

A trace of bewilderment flashed in Hou Jun's eyes, and then he realized: "No, I'm not..."

"You are not suitable for cultivation, and you are not suitable for practicing the piano. After leaving the valley this time, just go find something to make a living."

After Yun Weixian finished speaking, he brushed past him indifferently and walked towards the water pavilion.

When he was about to reach the stairs in front of the door, the sound of a piano sounded.

Yun Weixian didn't turn her head back, and with a wave of her sleeves, she dispelled this too weak attack, and the next attack was blocked by the barrier she erected.

She walked as usual, and after taking a lyre from the water pavilion, she flew out and faced Hou Jun who was gritting his teeth.

"Listen, I'm a layman who can play the piano better than you."

As he said that, Yun Weixian just stretched out his index finger, and plucked at random on the strings, and several invisible spiritual forces came out in response, instantly knocking Hou Jun into the air before he could react in the future, and the piano in his hand fell with a bang On the trestle bridge, the body of the piano cracked a little.

Yun Weixian stopped his movements, watched him support himself, picked up Qin again, and hit her hard without hesitation.

Then she continued to move, this time with all five fingers together, stroking across the strings very casually.

Hou Jun's blow bounced back directly, followed by the exploding spiritual energy around him, waves in the lake flooded him and the piano in his hand, and then he calmed down slowly and fell down on the bridge.

Based on the news just now, any living thing around him would probably suffer immediately.

And those fluctuations of spiritual power avoided him very skillfully, without hurting him at all.

This is the piano sound played by a non-qin repairer.

Hou Jun lowered his head and looked at Qin, which was almost scrapped. After a while, he forced himself to stand up again. There was no anger on his face, but his eyes were still shining.

"No, I'm not going anywhere, and I won't give up repairing the piano."

(End of this chapter)