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Chapter 123 A small help
It is not impossible for a disciple of the Sword Sect to lose to a fellow swordsman from outside the sect, but it should not happen to a person like him who ranks high in strength, and there is no precedent.

Wu Wenjing stopped moving.

The sharp blade across his neck had not yet touched his skin, but it had already given him an obvious stinging sensation. He was already completely defeated.

He originally thought that he was considered strong among his peers in the Sword Sect, but now... he was defeated by a sword cultivator outside the sect, which brought shame to the sect. He was almost the one among the sword cultivators in the same realm that the Sword Sect had always claimed. Pull it off with strong pressure and put it under your feet to step on!
The killing intent and aura quickly dissipated in his eyes, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his eyes seemed a little hollow.

"Concession." Fang Shaohong sheathed his sword gracefully, "At this level, is he qualified to pass? Or is it that you just want to embarrass others?"

She just has a pure mind and is not stupid.

Before taking action, one could still believe the opponent's words, but during the fight, Wu Wenjing's fierceness and murderous intent, as well as the arrogance and contempt in his eyes, already showed that he just wanted to find trouble to vent his anger.

Qingming Sword Sect still can’t do it.

"Pfft—"

These words directly hit Wu Wenjing, who was still in self-doubt.

He hammered his chest indiscriminately, tried his best to keep his expression calm, and got out of the way: "Fellow Taoist, I was just joking, please come by, Jingtian Sect Fang Shaohong... Wu Mou has written down your name. "

Fang Shaohong nodded and went straight to the sword discussion platform without any further communication with Wu Wenjing.

"..."

After she walked away, the calmness on Wu Wenjing's face instantly collapsed, and his heavy and gloomy expression could easily make people think that his parents had just passed away.

He swore in a low voice: "Sooner or later, you will also be defeated by my sword. When I finish finishing Liu Zhao's death..."

……

Fang Shaohong watched the sword sect disciples' sparring on the outside of the sword discussion platform for a long time. Unfortunately, she had already missed the most interesting one today, and the loser had just had some friction with her.

On the stage, two early-stage Jindan disciples were having a heated fight. Their sword energy, flying swords, and body skills were all used, and the sword light was dazzling.

"This friend~"

A frivolous and immoral voice sounded in her ears.

"?"

Fang Shaohong turned to look to his side and saw a long-haired male monk sitting on a flying sword in a comfortable posture, grinning and waving to her.

This person's posture, movements, expression and voice will instantly make people feel that he is a cynical guy - he doesn't even tie up his hair.

"Did you just meet Liu's dear junior brother? He is a guy who always suffers and has deep hatred. He will be particularly sad when he loses."

"Are you...Liu Zhao?"

Fang Shaohong raised his second question and frowned at the person in front of him.This should be about Wu Wenjing. After all, he had just fought with no one else, and he claimed to be surnamed Liu...

That must be the Liu Zhao mentioned by Wu Wenjing.

"It's me who has met fellow Daoist Fang."

Liu Zhao cupped his hands and smiled harmlessly. Looking at his appearance alone, he would never have guessed that this was the most capable fighter among the contemporary descendants of the Sword Sect.

"You know me?"

Fang Shaohong's expression became serious, and he immediately put himself on guard. Someone who shouldn't know him called out his name. This was an extremely dangerous signal.

"Ehhh-"

When Liu Zhao saw Fang Shaohong touching his sword, he started to sweat. He waved his hands hurriedly and said, "I just heard the master mention it. The master and the Taoist elders have contacts." "How come I haven't heard of you before?" .”

"This... this is so sad! I even went to Jingtian Sect to visit when I was a child!" Liu Zhao suddenly frowned and closed his eyes, covering his heart with a heartbroken expression.

He secretly opened one eye to take a look at Fang Shaohong's reaction, and met her speechless eyes.

Fang Shaohong sighed - the style of the person in front of her was a bit too out-of-the-box and different from everyone else in the world of immortality. She couldn't handle it well.

However, there shouldn't be any ulterior motives, after all, no matter how you look at a guy with this kind of personality, it will only make people want to avoid him.

Fang Shaohong asked: "So, do you have anything important to do with me?"

Seeing that she had temporarily put down her hostility, Liu Zhao immediately started jumping up and down again: "Hehe... It's just out of concern for junior brother's mental health. You don't know, fellow Daoist Fang, that boy Wu Wenjing's mood is so embarrassing! Every time he talks to He would cry all night when I lost, but if I let him win, I felt I was being disrespectful and looking down on him..."

As Liu Zhao floated around, his voice poured into Fang Shaohong's ears in 3D surround sound.

It's like being surrounded by 20 ducks... Does this guy not understand human language?Asking you if you have anything important means asking you to go away if you don’t have anything important to do. Why did you actually say yes?

After a few breaths passed, Fang Shaohong felt that the disciples he was sparring with in the stands were almost like two ducks fighting. He coughed twice and interrupted Liu Zhao: "Ahem... Liu Daoyou, I still have something to do, so I'll go first." Farewell, let’s talk again when we have the chance.”

"Ah, why don't you stay a little longer? After all this..." Liu Zhao stretched out his hand, but before he could finish his words to persuade him to stay, Fang Shaohong had already disappeared from his sight.

——In order to escape quickly, I even used physical skills.

He then retracted his hand, shrugged, and looked at the direction Fang Shaohong left with an unfinished expression, saying to himself: "Fellow Daoist Fang... you have been delayed for too long, but we don't have much time left."

"I hope you don't mind this small favor."

He hummed a lively tune, the flying sword under his butt swayed, and left this inconspicuous corner.

……

After leaving the sword discussion platform, Fang Shaohong returned to the place where she was separated from the spirit body. This strange transparent spirit body was still waiting for her, floating quietly in the air.

Like a dog waiting for its owner to come back.

However, when she approached the spirit body, the transparent spirit body that had been leading the way quietly and had almost no communication with her suddenly behaved abnormally.

"!!"

It... dances.

The gesture seemed to be trying to convey some message to Fang Shaohong, but unfortunately what it wanted to say was too abstract and could not be expressed by simple body movements.

can only express the excitement of it.

"????"

This convulsive dance shocked Fang Shaohong, but he didn't understand anything.

The attempt was fruitless, and the spirit body lost the idea of ​​continuing to express and became quiet again. Fang Shaohong's attempts to talk and touch failed to make it have any special reaction.

……

The setting sun once again dyed the peaks of Qingming Sword Sect red.

On the way back to his residence, Fang Shaohong was in a daze for no reason, staggered two steps, and when he raised his head again, the world in his eyes became blurry.

She saw that the majestic and steep peaks of the Qingming Sword Sect seemed to have turned into sharp swords. She slowly turned the edge of the sword and was about to stab somewhere with a force that could destroy the sky...

(End of this chapter)