Quick Transmigration Little Ancestor: Blackened male gods should be pampered

Chapter 680 The Personal Disciple Is the Demon Lord (10)

When Sang Jian and Yun Xian arrived at the backyard, they immediately touched the prohibition in the yard.

Countless swords flew in all directions, threatening to put them to death.

Yun Xian subconsciously raised the magic sword in his hand.

As a result, there are more swords around!
Sang Jian let out a long sigh, "Silly boy, this is the Qianfeng sect, the light of righteousness! You will only attract more hidden weapons with that sword, and maybe other elders will be recruited by you soon."

Yun Xian's face turned pale, and he immediately put away the sword, hugged it in his arms, closed his eyes and waited for death.

Since resisting can only bring more attacks, then you can only wait to die!

The moment he closed his eyes, a force suddenly came from his arm, and Sang Jian pulled him back.

"Is there a storage bag? Put the sword away."

"..." Yun Xian hesitated.

"No? Then I'll give you one."

Sang Jian casually threw a storage bag to him.

With a wave of his hand, the spiritual energy overflowed, and the flying long sword stopped suddenly, and the next moment it broke into several sections and fell to the ground.

Yun Xian had already opened his eyes when Sang Jian threw him the storage bag.

Sang Jian's generosity, as well as the powerful aura overflowing from this hand, made him dumbfounded.

Worthy of being an old ancestor!
He had never seen such a powerful wave of spiritual energy before from other elders!
The storage bag is only a rudimentary one, and it can hold a little stuff, which is incomparable to spiritual weapons like space.

But talk is better than nothing.

Yun Xian quickly put the Wu Mojian into the storage bag and hung the bag around his waist.

After doing all this, he raised his head, ready to resist with Sang Jian.

But when he looked up, he was already stunned.

The originally densely packed swords were now all broken into several pieces and fell to the ground, leaving nothing in the air.

Instead, a white figure flew towards them.

Yun Xian hid behind Sang Jian, and whispered: "It's the master!"

It is a rule that outer disciples are not allowed to enter the inner realm without permission.

So facing the head, Yun Xian was still a little timid.

Mu Lan found out when someone broke into her yard, thinking that her sword array could turn them into hedgehogs, and even if it was bad, she could force them back.

Who would have thought that what he felt was not the breath of a dead person, but a reminder that his sword formation had been completely destroyed!
"Who came to my Qianfeng faction to be presumptuous?"

Mu Lan came with the sword and stopped at the tip of a pavilion next to him. He looked down at Sang Jian and Yun Xian in the yard from a high position.

Sang Jian saw a hint of pretense.

Perhaps, this is the majesty of the head.

"It's me." Sang Jian said.

She raised her hand to wave to Mu Lan, "Mu Lan, come down, let's have a chat."

Mu Lan: "?"

He frowned, and looked at Sang Jian by the moonlight.

Thousands of years have passed, and he hasn't seen Sang Jian for thousands of years, so when Sang Jian appeared in front of him, he didn't recognize who she was except that she looked familiar.

She didn't recognize Sang Jian for the time being, but Mu Lan recognized Yun Xian behind her.

"Yun Xian?" He asked with some displeasure: "Who dares to lead to Qianfeng faction?"

This kid Mu Lan didn't have much impression at first, but I overheard some disciples discussing every day whether they should go to Yun Xian to relieve their boredom.

He just had a little impression of this person.

The Qianfeng faction does not advocate internal fighting, but if you are bullied and don't know how to resist, then you are no different from a waste.

Unfortunately, Yun Xian is a waste in Mu Lan's eyes.

(End of this chapter)