No, junior sister has risen to the top just by farming!

Chapter 119 Should I let it go if I admit my mistake?

He looked at Ling Long, who was approaching, and the frost beneath him that was spreading like a head. He trembled and warned: "You, you, you... don't come over, or I won't let you go even if I die."

How can this person be so confident that he will 100% become a ghost after death?Li Gui's conditions are not very harsh. If it were that simple, An Dongmei would have found her long ago.

"Tsk." Bai Rao couldn't help laughing.

With the senior sister who gives him a sense of security, Bai Rao is confident.

He glared at Bai Rao angrily, "Why are you laughing!" He looked back at Ling Long's warning and said weakly: "Two aunts, I know I was wrong."

The warning was useless, so he began to act like a weakling, hoping that Ling Long would forgive him.

Bai Rao shrugged helplessly, "Why, can't you smile when you think of happy things?"

"There's more." Bai Rao walked up to the man and raised his chin with one end of the frost-breaking sword. "You were the one who started the trouble. Why do you look like we are bullying you?"

The man twitched the corners of his mouth stiffly, showing a crying and laughing expression, "No... I was wrong. I deserved to die. I shouldn't have followed the two aunts. I shouldn't have coveted the rock peaches that don't belong to me..."

He didn't dare to move much, for fear that Bai Rao would accidentally scratch his neck.

At the same time, he hid the hatred in his heart and waited for the moment Ling Long let him go to fight back.

Originally, his lower body was frozen, but his upper body could still move. Now Bai Rao's sword was pressed against his chin. He didn't dare to take in more air, let alone twist his head at will.

"Ha." Ling Long sneered, not intending to let him go.

Bai Rao smacked his lips and shook his head, "Look at you, you speak so nicely. If my senior sister can't defeat you, we will be the ones lying underground now."

Just admit your mistake and let it go?Who is so naive...

In this world of cultivation, can conflicts be resolved by saying "I am wrong"?

Can't.

"Were you not ready to die from the moment you planned to snatch it?"

"I..." The man opened and closed his lips, and finally chose to remain silent.

Ling Long's cold and plain voice announced his death: "Let's go."

She didn't even swing her sword, just lightly tapped the ice beneath his feet.

The ice layer began to break as if it had received a heavy blow.The man's eyes were covered by ice at this moment, and then followed the cracks and became debris.

Finally it dissipated into the void, leaving no bones behind.

The whole process lasted only a moment, and the man didn't even have time to say his last words. Only the anger caused by breaking the jar because he couldn't escape filled his eyes, and then turned into fear again at the moment of death.

This little episode didn't affect them. They didn't even want to look at it twice, and left the ruined temple with their swords.

As the sword body rose into the air, the ruined temple beneath his feet gradually shrank, and only the whistling wind whistled in his ears.

"Junior sister, remember not to be like him in the future."

"Yeah." Bai Rao nodded, "I understand everything."

Perhaps from the moment Bai Rao took out the Magic Butterfly Grass, Ling Long was no longer wary of her.

He also talked much more than usual, but his eyes were still cold.

However, it seems that Ling Long has never been enthusiastic about anyone. The only change is the nervousness when his senior brother is sick.

"In the future, when encountering something like this, strike first."

Bai Rao nodded seriously: "Okay!"

If you plan, strike first to be stronger. If you can't beat, you can only run first to show respect.

Apart from these few exchanges, the rest of the journey was speechless.

I didn't dare to rest at night. If I lacked spiritual power, I would take Spirit Gathering Pills. When I was tired, I would take Bu Yuan Pills. When I was hungry, I would take Bigu Pills.

Finally, when the sky was getting brighter, they rushed back to Xianyun Sect.

The person who came out was Fang Xiuran. He seemed to be just planning to go back to rest and was yawning as he spoke.

"Ah... you are back... do you have your things?"

Ling Long didn't have time to answer, so he rushed into the room to look for Mr. Fang. "Alas..." Fang Xiuran's hand stopped in mid-air. Fortunately, he was already used to Ling Long's behavior of ignoring him.

"Little junior sister." He looked at Bai Rao with a slight aggrieved look.

"Oh, Second Senior Brother." Bai Rao patted Fang Xiuran's shoulder in a comforting manner, "I have obtained the Magic Butterfly Grass, so don't worry."

She looked at Ji Zimo's room again: "By the way, where did the fourth senior brother go? Why didn't he come back for several days in a row?"

"He." Fang Xiuran didn't feel unusual about Ji Zimo's failure to return. "It's probably because of the delay in matters in the mortal world."

"I see."

Ji Zimo seemed so busy that he often disappeared.

At this time, Mr. Fang suddenly appeared in the yard.

"Little disciple, come with me."

He didn't say anything, he just took Bai Rao, who had just returned, out.

Bai Rao didn't ask any more questions and followed Fang Lao silently.

Until Mr. Fang took her to a mountain peak of Yuntian Sect and stopped.

She recognized this place. This was Yunfa Peak. She often came here when receiving tasks.

Fang Lao shuttled through Yunfa Peak again and was brought to an independent pavilion.

With a wave of his hand, the door opened automatically.

As if returning to his own home, Mr. Fang strode directly across the threshold with Bai Rao.

He asked Bai Rao to wait in front of a small room while he went to the other side.

After a while, Mr. Fang came over with another monk.

This man is a middle-aged man with only a few white hairs on his temples. He is dressed like an elder of the Yuntian Sect, but there is a slight difference.

"My little disciple, this is Xuanfa, and it is also your master uncle."

Master uncle?Xuanfa... isn't that the leader of Yuntian Sect?

Bai Rao suppressed the emotion in his eyes and respectfully shouted: "Hello, uncle."

"Haha." Master Xuanfa laughed, "Is this the disciple you and I are asking for? He looks strange and clever, but there is no need to be so polite." Then he asked Mr. Fang doubtfully: "You don't want to open the furnace? Bar?"

Mr. Fang nodded affirmatively under his gaze.

Master Xuanfa's expression changed: "Are you crazy? Do you know that your cultivation level has..."

Perhaps because he expected Bai Rao to be present, he stopped talking and warned Mr. Fang with his eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Mr. Fang slammed Master Xuanfa's back, "Open the door for me!"

His alchemy furnace was locked in this small room by Master Xuanfa.

This is a prohibition left by the previous masters of Yuntian Sect, specifically for the elder-level monks who committed crimes to reflect on, and Master Xuanfa used it to lock Elder Fang's alchemy furnace.

Without him opening it, no one can get in.

"No!" Master Xuanfa still refused to open it to Mr. Fang, "Senior brother, I'm just talking about paying the rent for the elixir. How can you really want to refine it?"

If Mr. Fang hadn't insisted on starting a new sect, it wouldn't have been an exaggeration for him to take the position of leader of the sect.

"Tsk." Mr. Fang was a little irritated, "It's not that kind of thing, I'm just saving lives."

"But you just refined it not long ago."

Master Xuanfa only knew that Mr. Fang needed to refine the bone-shaping pills every month, but he didn't know that Ye Ling had worsened and ordinary bone-shaping pills were useless.

Mr. Fang frowned: "Hurry up!"

Mr. Fang could not refuse, so Master Xuanfa could only sigh helplessly and open the small room.

"Be careful and don't be too impulsive."

(End of this chapter)