Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

A dispute is taking place on the long street.

"Boy, quickly hand over the treasure you stole from the psychic stream to this young master!"

At the corner of the intersection, a young man in jinyi wearing a machete, with several guards, surrounded a thin young man in the corner.

The young man was leaning against the wall half-wounded, with blood on his mouth and dust on his face. Holding a sword in his hand, he was very embarrassed and weak, but his expression was stubborn, "I didn't... steal! You have wronged, you have wronged... Me!"

He said every word, blood spilling from his lips every time he said it, his appearance was miserable, but his tone of voice did not know why, giving people a somewhat dazed feeling.

Ye Yunlan stopped.

The elites of the Tianchi Mountain Forum gathered together, and the elites of all sects and factions came from all over the cultivation world. It is normal for conflicts to occur.

Shen Shuben didn't intend to pay attention to these things, he only stopped after seeing his master stop.

He looked sideways at the figure of the white fox fur beside him. The power fence obscured the face of the opponent, and couldn't see how the opponent looked.

He knows that his master is indifferent, and although he has a kind heart, he still hasn't spread to the level of casual meddling.

Back then, he asked Master why he wanted to save him. His Master replied at first, "Just save it." At that time, he didn't believe it very much. Later, Master admitted that he was special and made him very special. Happy. It's just that at that time, he hadn't thought about this special meaning carefully.

It wasn't until later that I got along for a long time and realized that, except for him, when the master saved so many other disciples in the secret realm at that time, it was actually "casual" as the other party said.

To his master...saving people is like a habit formed over the years.

No pity, just habit.

So then.

After Ye Yunlan stopped, he said nothing.

The young man in Jinyi didn't notice Ye Yunlan either. He pulled out a scimitar at his waist and stepped on the boy by the wall, "Don't be sophistry, hand over the treasure you stole. This young master can barely spare you not to die."

The boy was stubborn and just repeated, "I, no, I...stole!"

Seeing that the tip of the knife had reached the young boy's neck, and blood was leaking out, Ye Yunlan said, "Stop it."

The young man in Jin Yi heard a cold and sweet voice, his heart moved, the tip of the knife was still on the young man's neck, and he turned around.

But I saw a man dressed in white fox fur.

Mi Lei covered his face, and his body cultivation was very low.

At most, it is the refining period.

A black-clothed young man stood beside the man, with a crown of hair, and looking at him with cold eyes, his cultivation level was not weak, just like him, in the golden core stage.

But it is only a golden period.

The guards who followed him were in the Yuan Ying stage, and even he himself was about to break through the golden core and became the Yuan Ying.

He has always been arrogant and domineering. Seeing that the strength of the person who prevented him is not very good, he sneered: "Who are you who dare to stop me?"

"As you know, my father is Nangong Yu, the big disciple of Dao Yi Jiao Yang and Dao Yi Jiao, and now the head of Dao Yi Jiao, what qualifications do you have to take care of me in front of my Nangong Qing?"

Ye Yunlan stood still, expressionless.

qualifications.

Since he was reborn, he always seemed to be questioned about his qualifications.

It's also novel.

In his previous life-saving actions, he was always silent with a sword, and never listened to the threats of others.

The good and evil in the world are black and white, and he has his own measure in his heart.

Even if his swordsmanship is regarded as evil, the people he saves also regard him as a ghost.

But he didn't care.

He walked in the fragmented world at that time, saving countless people from fire and water. It is indeed driven by kindness, but more, but just habit.

He does not expect others to return, nor does he care about his own life or death.

…But only praying that God can return a little mercy.

He didn't believe in fate, but in order to save that person's remnant soul, he did good and virtuous day by day, walked through the temple, and bowed down to the gods, just to give that person a chance of reincarnation.

Now, someone asks about his qualifications.

Ye Yunlan replied indifferently: "But from my heart. What to do with you?"

Nangong Qing originally felt pleasant to his voice. At this time, when he was dismissed, he was furious and sneered, and his voice was sharp: "You wear a power fence and hide your head and show your tail. Could it be that the magic cultivator who has mixed into the Tianchi Mountain, dare not take it seriously. Show others, right?"

"If not, then take off the power fence and talk to me again. If so, today I am Nangongqing, but I am going to walk the way for the sky—" Nangongqing said, turning against the scimitar on the boy's neck, and then moved towards Ye Yunlan. , And then heard a sword sound, it was Shen Shu that suddenly drew his sword, blocking a blow for Ye Yunlan.

Over the years, Shen Shu's face has faded away from the pale and gloomy face, and he behaves appropriately, like a decent disciple, but at this moment, his eyes are like wild wolves, and the cold light inside shocks Nangong Qing.

"Heh, there is someone beside you guarding you." Nangong Qing suppressed the annoying fear in his heart, and ridiculed his lips. "Seeing your footsteps and lack of cultivation, it's an exaltation to say that magic repair is. Could it be any woman in the mortal world," Run away from home and elope with your little lover monk to this Tianchi Mountain to be happy, right?"

It is difficult for ordinary people to recognize Ye Yunlan as a woman just by looking at his figure and behavior. Nangongqing's words are clearly an insult.

Ye Yunlan was expressionless.

He had heard too many insults and scoldings in his previous life, and there were so many people who resented him for wanting him to die, and he would not have been hurt by words long ago.

But I heard Nangongqing continue: "Xianfan is different, how long can your little lover be good to you? After you get dirty, I don't know if your future husband in the mortal world will need your broken shoes."

The word "husband" made Ye Yunlan's eyes cold.

"Shen Shu, withdraw."

Shen Shu: "Master?"

Ye Yunlan said quietly, "I only play swords by myself."

Only one man made a sword.

This is a sword repairer who is extremely confident and proud of himself, asking his opponent for a fight.

Shen Shu: "Yes."

He already felt that when his master was really holding the sword at this moment, his aura was completely different from his usual.

It is also different when he teaches himself on weekdays.

At that time, Ye Yunlan was still gentle and tender, even though he was cold and indifferent, when he pointed him, it was still like a spring breeze and rain, moisturizing things silently, taking care of every detail.

But he has not tried his best.

And now it's like this, maybe it should be what the opponent really looked like when he used the sword.

-Indifferent, icy, invincible.

Nothing can melt him.

Chen Weiyuan was watching quietly on Xunxian Pavilion.

Xu Qingyue was curious and suddenly said, "What are you looking at, brother?"

Chen Wei turned his head away and said lightly: "It's nothing."

He carefully brewed the Chunshan Dew in his hand, and then poured a glass for Xu Qingyue, "Qingyue, come."

Xu Qingyue smiled and said: "This spring mountain gel dew, the tea has a strong fragrance, has a sweet spring flavor, and there is a sweet aftertaste after the entrance, which is really good."

Chen Weiyuan said warmly: "If you like, drink more."

In the mist, he glanced quickly and looked towards the street.

At exactly this time, a bright sword light flashed across, as if the morning star was breaking through.

The sword is beautiful.

He thought lightly.

And what about people?

Ye Yunlan has already made a sword, and the sword light is bleak.

Nangongqing's eyes were disdainful, and the scimitar was raised in his hand, and said: "You want to find your own way, don't blame me for you."

He is a golden core monk and is about to break through the Nascent Soul. Although the realm piled up by countless elixir is still unstable, he is more than enough to deal with a monk who has no cultivation level, not to mention the guards arranged for him by his father.

The sword light collided with the sword light.

The smoke and dust on the ground swayed away.

Ye Yunlan has taken the sword into its sheath.

After Mi Li, his brows showed a little unspeakable loneliness and boredom.

Nangong Qing stood there blankly.

His knife had fallen to the ground, and there was a faint blood stain on the side of his neck.

The audience was in an uproar.

They thought this was a battle without suspense, and now they found that there was no suspense, but the result was completely contrary to what they expected.

Chen Weiyuan held a tea cup and looked at the scene on the street.

Xu Qingyue: "Brother Chen?"

After all, I also overlook the street.

Not far away, both sword repairers, Xu Qingyue felt the sword intent of dying everything on the street, her back was slightly cold, and she couldn't help sighing, "What a strong sword."

Chen Weiyuan suddenly said: "The sword realm is powerful, but there is no cultivation base to support it. If you meet a real strong person, it will eventually be just a castle in the sky, and it will be broken when you touch it."

Xu Qingyue disagrees, "Nevertheless, the level of cultivation can accumulate over time, but the realm of kendo does not know how many trials and hardships it takes to make progress. The two cannot be compared."

Chen Weiyuan is noncommittal.

on the street.

Nangong Qing finally recovered from the shock.

Lost, he actually lost?

Lost to a mortal whose cultivation base hasn't even reached the foundation?

The surrounding discussion made him feel irritable, and Nangong Qing couldn't think about the dazzling sword energy that made his neck hurt just now, and he couldn't bear this breath, and he couldn't admit that he was... actually scared.

He ordered the guards around him, shouting: "You, go up and capture them both!"

Several Yuan Yingqi guards were shocked by the result of the fight, and at this time, they all returned to their senses and rushed forward.

This time, Shen Shu didn't listen to Ye Yunlan's words not to let him help, and he drew his sword to stand in front of Ye Yunlan, "Master, you go first!"

He still remembered what Qi Yunjun said in the room before.

Ye Yunlan can't use swordsmanship frequently, otherwise, the injury will recur three years ago and it will repeat itself.

He came to discuss the Daohui this time to get the elixir to heal the master. How can he see that the master is half hurt?

As for this group of people...

His eyes were dull, and a little blood appeared faintly.

"Shen Shu!" Ye Yunlan's voice was suddenly severe.

Because of Shen Shu's physique, he has never let go of Shen Shu's care.

Shen Shu's demon puppet's physique has not been removed, and if he is hungry for power, he can absorb the filth of the world at any time to make breakthroughs. It's just that Shen Shu has been obedient in Qingyun Mountain these years, which made him feel relieved.

Unexpectedly, after coming to Tianchi Mountain, there was a hint of a loss of control.

Shen Shu knew what he was worried about, and tried his best to suppress the hostility in his heart, "Master, I won't..." He blocked another person's attack with the sword, "I said I want to be your apprentice...Some things, I I have promised that the respected master will not do it, so I will never do it."

"Don't do it. Trust me, Master."

Ye Yunlan was silent for a while, and finally did not stop Shen Shu from drinking.

But it is impossible to leave behind the apprentice and go first.

So he only held the Missing Sword and looked at Shen Shu intently.

And Shen Shu is exactly as said.

He cultivated as a golden pill, but under the siege of a few people, he did not lose the wind at all.

Ye Yunlan was not too surprised by the result.

Shen Shu's kendo realm progressed very fast, and he had already broken through the grandmaster realm before coming to the lundao meeting, and he was no different from He Lanze.

Therefore, they can fight across the border.

The sword moves that swept over were blocked by Shen Shu's calmness, and the young man's face became more fierce and handsome as the long sword was swung, and his eyes looked like cold stars.

It was only after the battle that he saw that the long sword in Shen Shu's hand slowly appeared cracks.

This was not Shen Shu's natal sword, but just an ordinary ordinary iron, unable to withstand too much spiritual power.

In the past few years, the refining materials he prepared for Shen Shu have been almost appropriate. After returning, he can be taught to sacrifice his natal sword. By then, Shen Shu will no longer be tired of weapons.

In the chaos, Ye Yunlan looked calm. He was guarded by his apprentice, and he thought about it alone without having to act, mostly related to Shen Shu.

However, Nangong Qing suddenly attacked him with a sword frantically.

"I don't believe it—" Nangong Qing said with a grim look, "How can there be sword repairs in this world, who can defeat me with a mortal body—!"

Shen Shu was entangled by the Nascent Soul cultivators, and turned around to take care of him. Because he was too anxious, a wound was drawn on his arm, and he didn't notice it.

But Ye Yunlan had once again made a sword.

The sword light flicked across.

Upstairs, Chen Weiyuan's fingers suddenly drew a few spells in the void.

Chen Xianyu vaguely noticed something, and said in amazement: "Brother?"

Chen Wei glanced at him far away, and said faintly, "Huh?"

Chen Xianyu: "Nothing, nothing."

Between heaven and earth, a violent wind suddenly blows.

The strong wind rustled the trees, and the flags of the vendors in the town were hunting and flying.

The sword is dripping blood.

Nangong Qing has completely fallen to the ground.

As for the person who had just shot, Mi Lei was blown away by the sudden gust of wind.

The hair that was long like a waterfall fell down, winding on the snowy white fox fur.

He was holding a sword, standing in the sun and wearing a fox fur, but his face was paler than a fox fur, as if ice and snow were frozen.

Only a little vermilion at the end of the eyes, like red plum blossoms in the ice and snow, makes people feel thrilling.

The noisy crowd suddenly fell silent for a moment.

The tea cup in Chen Weiyuan's hand fell on the table, and a few drops of water splashed out.

Xu Qingyue slowly looked at the silhouettes of the people on the street. For a long time, she suddenly said, "Brother, who is he?"

Chen Weiyuan said nothing, just staring at the figure on the street. The five fingers that are accustomed to playing chess curled up slightly, seeming to want to catch something.

And above the street.

Ye Yunlan seemed to be aware of something suddenly, turned his head, and then confronted the third floor of Xunxian Pavilion, a pair of dark and faint, as if filled with stars...

Familiar eyes.