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Chapter 378 Simple Mural Painting!
This power is very gentle, but when it enters Xu Jiahui's body, it makes the vitality in her body boil like a flame.

From within Xu Jiahui's body, the vitality surged with all its strength, and the eyes glowed with light, and everything was involuntary.

"At the eighth level of Yuanhun Realm, at the age of 16, with such talent, it's a pity to stay on No.30 Six Swords Peak."

When the light dimmed, Elder Duan Yuerong withdrew his palm, his gaze fluctuated, and he looked at Xu Jiahui and said, "Follow me back and become an inner disciple for the time being. If you can reach the Yuanxuan Realm within a year, you will become my direct disciple at that time." , is also possible."

"Inner sect disciples may even become direct disciples!"

When such words fell into her ears, Xu Jiahui's eyes trembled suddenly, and she couldn't help but tremble all over.

Directly becoming a disciple of the outer sect, or the elder speaking in person, this is definitely a great joy for any outer disciple of the Divine Sword Sect!

It is an irresistible temptation and opportunity!
Xu Jiahui still remembers what the elders in the family told her, that she must work hard to cultivate and strive to become an inner disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, and then the whole family will not waste the whole family's efforts to train her to enter the Divine Sword Sect.

Her talent is not weak at all.

But in the Divine Sword Sect, which is full of extraordinary talents, such talents are nothing.

Especially after arriving at No.30 Six Swords Peak, everything was different from Xu Jiahui's original imagination.

Over the years, she has only relied on her silent efforts to increase her strength.

Fortunately, Huangtian paid off, relying on her own efforts, her cultivation level has always been among the same class of outer disciples, which is considered passable.

"Inner disciples..."

Hearing Elder Duan Yuerong's words, all the outer disciples stared at Xu Jiahui with envious eyes.

Their outer disciples have been working hard, maybe they hope to become inner disciples one day, but now this opportunity is in front of Xu Jiahui.

"Thank you, elder, for your love. This disciple is terrified. It's just that Elder Su hasn't come back yet, so this disciple can't make the decision."

But under the extremely envious eyes of all the outer disciples, Xu Jiahui secretly bit the corner of her lips with her white teeth, and said to Elder Duan Yuerong.

"You are just a disciple of the outer sect. If you go to my place, there is no need to ask Elder Su for instructions." Duan Yuerong said.

Xu Jiahui mustered up her courage and raised her eyes. On her pretty face, her big eyes were as clear as a pool of clear water, and she said to Elder Duan Yuerong, "I know, but before Elder Su left, let me take a good look at No. 30 Six Swords." Feng, this disciple can't go to other sword fronts, if I tell Elder Su after Elder Su comes back, if the elder is still willing at that time, this disciple is willing to serve him in front of him."

This is a huge opportunity. For any outer disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, this kind of opportunity is probably enough to make people boil.

It's the same for Xu Jiahui. On 36 Sword Peak, she's just a disciple of handyman, and she won't get any chance, let alone Elder Su will guide her.

But Xu Jiahui knew very well in her heart, but Elder Su had always taken good care of her.

Elder Su, who is feared by everyone, has a bad reputation in the entire Divine Sword Sect.

But Xu Jiahui felt that Elder Su was not what everyone said.

Every time Elder Su went out, he was used to leaving No.30 Six Swords Peak to her to take care of. Even if she wanted to leave, she had to tell Elder Su personally.

Listening to Xu Jiahui's words and looking at Xu Jiahui, Elder Duan Yuerong secretly looked a little surprised, but then there was a look of admiration in his eyes, and then he smiled slightly and asked: "Then tell me, that Su Yi is really No. 30 A disciple of the outer sect on Six Swords Peak?"

"This……"

Hearing this, Xu Jiahui's eyes dodged a little, and she said immediately: "Su Yi was brought back by Elder Su himself. As for the other things, we don't know anything about Elder Su, and we don't even dare to ask."

"Is that so..."

Elder Duan Yuerong's expression moved slightly, and he didn't know whether to believe it or not.

"After Elder Su returns, if you want to come, you can find me on the Ninth Sword Peak."

After the voice fell, Elder Duan Yuerong's figure disappeared immediately.

After all the elders left, a group of outer sect disciples on No. 30 Six Swords Peak dared to raise their eyes, as if they were about to receive an amnesty, when they stood up, they were already drenched in sweat.

"There are so many elders here, they are all looking for Brother Su Yi. It seems that this time Brother Su Yi has caused too much trouble, and even the elders have been alarmed."

After a while, some disciples spoke, still unable to calm down, panting heavily.

"These elders, are they really here to trouble Su Yi..."

Xu Jiahui muttered to herself, always feeling that these elders came here for Su Yi, and they didn't seem to really come here for trouble.

In the entire Excalibur Gate, Su Yi's name was still spreading in the night, spreading like a storm.

In front of Excalibur Cliff, in the void, several figures quietly appeared in midair.

Several gazes swept across Shenjian Cliff like stars in the sky, and then quietly disappeared.

In a small square in front of Excalibur Cliff, under the moonlight, surrounded by mottled light and shadows, a young man in his twenties dressed in a black tight-fitting battle suit, with a strong and well-proportioned figure, and a gray cloak fluttering slightly with the wind.

The young man stood quietly in front of Excalibur Cliff, with a grim expression on his three-dimensional face, staring fixedly at Excalibur Cliff.

"Whizzing……"

There were quite a few figures coming, all of them were quite young, and in their rather decent temperament, they all carried a bit of embarrassment.

"You go back, I'll wait here, there will always be a day for him to leave the customs!"

Jian Shiyi spoke to the person behind him, without turning his head, his gaze was fixed on Shenjian Cliff in front of him.

"Senior Brother Eleven, I don't know how long it will take for that kid to retreat in Shenjian Cliff. There is still a while, but it will be the Ten Thousand Swords Conference!" A young man said to Jian Eleven.

"He's just an outer disciple. Unless he doesn't participate in the Ten Thousand Swords Conference, he will always come out. No one can escape the people I want in the torture hall!" Jian Shiyi's eyes were sharp and cold.

Caves, stone walls, murals.

In front of a mural painting holding a sword, Su Yi stared blankly, scrutinizing and researching it carefully, perhaps several hours had passed, but he still found nothing.

"The pattern on this mural does not have any special identity, on the contrary, it appears to be extremely simple.

On the mural, an old man seems to be looking ahead, his left hand hangs down naturally, his right arm is stretched out, parallel to his shoulder, and he holds a long sword tightly in his right hand.

This mural is nothing more than that, there is nothing special about it, at least Su Yi has never felt anything special, and he really doesn't know where to start to comprehend it.

(End of this chapter)