Bai Yueguang's stand-in cries all over the realm of comprehension

Jian Yuquan was in a fog.

Only when the girl in red in front of her has a problem with her head.

He didn't intend to answer, and said impatiently: "You have admitted the wrong person."

He came out of Kunlun Palace to find Yunqing.

According to Taixuan Jianzong's disciples, she is in the street market of this small town.

The girl in red sneered when she heard the words: "People can admit mistakes, but swords can't."

That day in the inn in the city that never sleeps, although she didn't remember the woman's face, she remembered the sword that hit her.

This is the sword!
"I couldn't find it in every way, but I delivered it to my door by myself."

She looked Jian Yuquan up and down, quite contemptuously: "Compared to your junior sister, her cultivation is far behind."

She kept blocking Jian Yuquan, who had a bad temper and said angrily, "Get out of the way!"

Both parties were responsible for the collision, and Jian Yuquan didn't intend to argue with her.

On the way down the mountain, he also heard from some disciples of Taixuan Jianzong that Jiang Yanlu had also gone down the mountain.

He was worried that Yun Qing would be bullied when he met Jiang Yanlu, and he just wanted to find Yun Qing quickly.

The girl in red suddenly flicked the long whip in her hand, completely explaining Yuquan's way:
"Since I can't find her, let your senior brother take the whip!"

She exerted her strength instantly, without giving Jian Yuquan a chance to react, and threw the red long whip directly on his body.

Jian Yuquan didn't expect that the girl in front of her was so young, her cultivation level was much higher than his!
He couldn't dodge, and the sharp long thorn directly pierced the aura defensive shield in front of him.

The thorns at the top of the long whip pierced through the cloth, pierced into his body, and then pulled out in an instant.

Jian Yuquan gasped in pain, stepped back dozens of steps, and fell to the ground.

Being beaten to the ground by a little girl in public, Jian Yuquan felt extremely humiliated!
He coughed violently a few times, got up from the ground, drew out the long sword in his hand, his face was gloomy:
"Who the hell are you? I have never met you before, why do you want to do something to me?"

Such a big movement instantly attracted the attention of the people around.

A group of casual cultivators who love to watch the excitement surrounded the place with three floors inside and outside.

The girl in red sneered, her eyes full of contempt:

"A person whose cultivation base is not even as good as his own junior sister, how can he have the right to know this girl's name? This whip is repaying the sword your junior sister gave me that day."

She put away the long whip in her hand, and said like alms: "This girl is in a good mood today, so don't pursue further, you can go away."

What junior sister?
What whip?
What sword?
Jian Yuquan understood every word the girl in red said, but he couldn't understand it together.

He wondered more and more whether the little girl in front of him really had some brain problems.

But that didn't stop him from avenging himself.

Even if he can't beat the opponent.

Just when Jian Yuquan was about to strike.

One of the elders of the Kunlun Palace who came to inspect the mountain stopped him and said a few words to comfort Jian Yuquan.

He personally brought the girl in red back to the peak.

What happened on this street was quickly spread to ten, ten to hundreds, and reached Jiang Yanlu's ears.

At that time, Jiang Yanlu hadn't left the street of the town.

She and Cheng Xinglan exchanged glances, everything was kept silent.

Cheng Xinglan hissed lightly: "Those two are really disciples of Kunlun Palace."

Jiang Yanlu nodded: "Their status in the Kunlun Palace should not be low, otherwise they would not be sent to the city that never sleeps. Maybe we can see them again at the welcome banquet tomorrow night."

Cheng Xinglan's eyebrows twitched: "Little sister, they won't recognize us, will they?"

Jiang Yanlu shook his head: "Probably not, we don't have any iconic items on our bodies, and we wear masks. The two of them think highly of themselves, and they probably won't remember our looks. It's getting late, let's go back."

*

That night.

Jian Yuquan treated the wounds on his body and lay on a bed in a double residence in one of the seventh peaks of Kunlun Palace.

I was still thinking about what the girl in red said.

She said that his junior sister hit her once with the sword in his hand.

There are mostly male disciples in Jiyue Sword Sect, and there are no more than ten female disciples in the sect.

Those junior sisters of his have the highest cultivation level and are only at the Jindan stage.

It is impossible to beat the girl in red.

And they never took his sword—

Jian Yuquan's closed eyes suddenly popped open.

His junior sisters did not take his saber.

But another woman took it!
Jiang Yanlu!
Jian Yuquan's chest was full of anger, and he hammered the bed board with his fist.

A loud bang.

Shen Lancheng, who was sleeping on the bed next to him, felt the drowsiness that had just brewed, and was directly smashed away by this fist.

Then he heard the voice of his elder brother gnashing his teeth: "Jiang, Yan, Lu!"

Shen Lancheng: "..."

Jiang Yanlu was the only one who could torture his elder brother into such a state.

Shen Lancheng pretended not to hear anything and continued to sleep.

Jian Yuquan continued to be angry.

It is impossible for him to say such a shameful and depreciating matter.

He couldn't tell the girl in red the truth about his sword being stolen by Jiang Yanlu.

You can't tell Jiang Yanlu about this and make her laugh at yourself.

He can only knock out teeth and swallow blood.

He knew that Jiang Yanlu had no good intentions!
Jian Yuquan held his saber in his arms. From now on, even if he passed out, he would never leave his sword!
……

Kunlun Palace arranged everything very thoughtfully.

On the afternoon of the second day, Taixuan Sword Sect received an invitation from the Kunlun Palace, asking the suzerain to bring a group of disciples to the main peak to attend the reception banquet.

The reception hall is very large, filled with sects of all sizes.

The first time Jiang Yanlu and Qiyue appeared in the guest room of the main summit, they received the hot eyes from thirty disciples of the Hehuan Sect at the same time.

Qiyue turned a deaf ear and took a few steps forward to block the sight of the Hehuan Sect disciples falling on Jiang Yanlu.

But the sound of their conversation can still be faintly heard in Jiang Yanlu's ears.

"Why is the appearance of the Taixuan Sword Sect's disciples so much higher than the previous sect competition?"

"Especially the two in the middle, I don't remember seeing them five years ago."

"It's really young and beautiful, even more beautiful than the disciples of our Hehuan Sect."

"If I can practice with this kind of monk, I think it's worth losing ten years of my life."

The welcome banquet has not officially started yet, and all sects can walk around with each other.

Jiang Yanlu sat in his seat for a while, and Cheng Xinglan, who went out to inquire around, squatted next to Jiang Yanlu.

"Little sister, I found out." Cheng Xinglan said in a low voice, "The two we met last time, one is the chief disciple of Kunlun Palace, Gong Yuyou."

"The other one is the youngest daughter of the suzerain of the Kunlun Palace, Hua Qiong. Because she is the youngest and the prettiest, she is especially favored in the Kunlun Palace. character."

Jiang Yanlu was noncommittal: "The reason why she can be so unscrupulous is because she knows that no matter what she does, the Kunlun Palace will take care of everything for her."

Cheng Xinglan couldn't help but said, "Looking at it this way, Ke Tang is really a clean stream in the second generation of Zong."

His voice just fell.

Ke Qingliu poked his head out from behind and asked curiously, "What are you talking about?"

----fish----

Yuyu edited the previous chapter, I suggest you go back and read it again~