After Wang Xiaomi met the master, he hurried along the path of Shang Shenzong.
After a while, she came to an exquisite pavilion.
The pavilion is newly built and uses the best materials. Each material exudes a unique spirit. Cultivating in this pavilion can easily absorb the spiritual rhyme of the heaven and the earth, increase the strength of the heavenly soul, and allow you to meditate and meditate. Do more with less.
This is the cultivation pavilion of Nalan Xiyue!
It is the most unique cultivation pavilion of the entire Shangshenzong, because most of the cultivation enchantments and formations in it are painted by the master of the Shangshenzong himself, and even the holy flowers and sacred grasses planted around the pavilion are the best in this school.
This is the treatment that only Nalan Xiyue can enjoy, and it is almost beyond the treatment of the elders! Ordinary disciples can't even get close here!
Because inside, lived a respected fighting saint!
"Senior Sister Xiyue, see you Xiaomi!" Wang Xiaomii shouted respectfully, standing in front of the pavilion, bowing to her body.
Wang Xiaomi has been in the Shangshen Sect for nearly a thousand years. She has long been no ordinary disciple, she is a deacon, and can be promoted to the elder after more than a thousand years. However, even if this is the case, she still has to be in front of Nalan Xiyue. Call it a senior sister.
Because Nalan Xiyue was given great hope by the sovereign! In the whole school, she is almost one person below ten thousand people, even the great elder is kind to her.
This is the attitude of Shang Shenzong towards evil geniuses.
"Oh? Junior Sister Xiaomi?"
An elegant voice came from the pavilion: "I remember that you did not go to Yijian Tiangong as the representative of my clan? Why? You came back?"
"The Heavenly Sword Theory is over. Xiaomi’s trip is an eye-opener. The Sovereign asked me to tell my sister about the magical swordsmanship and tricks I saw in the Heavenly Temple, so that I can know what to do with the Tiangong geniuses in the future. Falling wind!"
"Huh! A mere Yijian Tiangong, what genius can be cultivated to compare with my Nalan Xiyue? It is ridiculous! Your explanation is not necessary, go back! I still have to practice." The voice inside was full of jealousy.
Wang Xiaomi's pretty face changed, and she hurriedly said again: "Sister, besides that, I have one important thing I want to discuss with you!"
"Is there anything more important than my cultivation? Don't delay my time! Go back!" The voice already seemed impatient.
Wang Xiaomi's willow eyebrows frowned slightly, and as a last resort, he could only whisper two words.
"white night!"
In an instant, the pavilion was silent.
The breath radiating around the pavilion trembled.
It seems that what Bai Ye said is true... Wang Xiaomi sighed inwardly.
咵嚓!
At this time, the door of the pavilion opened by itself.
"You come in!" Nalan Xiyue's cold voice floated.
Wang Xiaomi immediately stepped in. The pavilion has two floors.
The first floor is dim, but there is no one. There are some bonsai tables and chairs around, and some magic weapons that have been disassembled. The ground is a constantly operating magic circle. Wang Xiaomi stepped on the formation, and her heart was shocked: the lord even this The big formation was given to Xiyue for cultivation?
It's terrifying...
Hummer...
At this time, there was a faint sound of footsteps on the second floor, and then, a beautiful girl wearing a white sword suit and with long hair like an ink waterfall walked down.
What a stunning woman!
The girl's skin is like snow, her eyes are like stars, she is graceful and coquettish in her heroic appearance. When she walks down, it is not her face that attracts Wang Xiaomi most, but the cold breath that radiates from her whole body.
This breath did not overflow from her body, but from the long sword held around her waist.
Excalibur Cold Moon!
The famous sword of Shang Shenzong!
How many geniuses and even elders coveted it, but they were picked by Nalan Xiyue!
Now that it has been personally passed by the master of Nalan Xiyue, he has the supreme sword art, and even the magic sword Lengyue, the power is overwhelming, and the strength has soared all the way. No one can believe that this woman who has been in the sect for only a year can actually To reach such a terrifying state...
"What did you just mention? Bai Ye? Do you know this person??" Nalan Xiyue walked over, and Feng stared at Wang Xiaomin with a cold voice.
Wang Xiaomi leaned slightly: "Yes, Senior Sister Xiyue, at present, Bai Ye is in Shenzong!"
"Shang Shenzong?" Nalan Xiyue immediately laughed, "Stupid! Really stupid! Hahaha... I didn't expect Bai Ye to choose an Yijian Tiangong! How stupid! The highest level recommendation order is so precious Zhiwu, he could have joined the Wumen or even the Overlord Dynasty! But he chose a not high and not low Yijian Tiangong! Even I am not as good as Shenzong! It seems that my agreement with him, he is doomed to lose!!! "
There was a hearty pleasure in the woman's eyes, as if she had already won.
"It seems that what Bai Ye said is true!" Wang Xiaomin sighed.
"Have you heard about Bai Ye?" Nalan Xiyue narrowed her eyes.
"Yes." Wang Xiaomi nodded and looked at the woman in front of him: "Senior Sister Xiyue! I only ask you one question, are you really the Lord of Fighting?"
"No!" Nalan Xiyue replied very happy! A faint smile said: "I am not even the best genius of our Nalan family! It is all because of Bai Ye's recruitment that I can stand out in the clan election and be taken by Elder Luo Xuan!"
Wang Xiaomi's face is ugly: "Do you know how these things will affect you once they come out?"
"I know, but I also know that you are a loyal to the sect. You will not tell these things about me, and even if you say it, I just need to deny it!" Nalan Xiyue's mouth raised, with no fear : "There is no proof, these are just one-sided words! Do you believe in you or believe in me?"
"You can fight! This is iron proof! You can't change it!" Wang Xiaomi asked.
"Since I dare to use this fighting order! I am naturally prepared!" Nalan Xiyue squinted her eyes: "Although I am a fake now, but after my one-year agreement with Bai Ye ends, I am The fake will come true. At that time, only my name, Nalan Xiyue, will be engraved on this fighting order!!"
When Wang Xiaomi heard the sound, she shuddered for a moment.
This woman...has already considered everything!
She is afraid that she is sure of winning!
....
Italian sword palace, sword repair room.
In today's sword repairing room, all the stoves have been extinguished, and Elder Sha removed all the wine in the wine cellar, and everyone drank savagely.
Deacon Mo, Tie Wanqing and even Guo Tu, the thirteenth elder, were pulled over, and the people in the sword repairing room and the wooden man room were directly drunk.
Bai Ye's battle can be regarded as a sigh of relief for the miscellaneous elders and those who are at the bottom!
Sha Zhi was overjoyed, today is the happiest day of his life!
At this moment, no one dared to look down on any department in the sect.
After all, even a place like the sword repair room has a white night. Who knows if there will be dark nights and blue nights in other places?
Bai Ye Huanyu respected the body, and he was an alcoholic himself, so that when everyone fell to the ground, his consciousness was still sober.
"Congratulations, from today, you are the first disciple of my Yijian Tiangong!"
A slightly elegant voice floated in the crisp light.
Bai Ye looked sideways, and Tie Wanqing, with a slightly drunk cheek, stepped forward.
She also drank a lot, her face was red, especially charming.
"Senior Sister Tie, don't make fun of me, I'm still me, and won't change because of what I did." Bai Ye said lightly, looking at the dark moonlight.
Tie Wanqing smiled, her expression complicated.
"You are just a great emperor, how did you cultivate? Can you have such a terrifying strength?"
Tie Wanqing felt that she couldn't see through this person at all! This is only a great emperor, but a terrifying emperor!
"This... it's a long story!" Bai Ye recalled his days in Jiuhun, his expression deepened.
He thought of the Soulless Sect, of the Broken Tail Wolf, of the Hidden Dragon Academy, of Longyue, of his parents, of Huan Shiying, Bai Xiaorou, Yi Baixiu, Hong, as well as his own apprentice, even the dead. Ye Qian, there is a picture of the past in his mind.
I don’t know how everyone is doing now?
It's just the mission of the Ice Emperor and Dragon Emperor, he can't go back yet!
And... he has to pursue the way of saints! Otherwise, if something like this happens again, he can't recover it.
Tie Wanqing watched the man lower her head in thought, her heart moved slightly, her pink lips whispered, and she didn't make a sound.
"Who is Bai Ye?"
At this time, a voice rang from the aisle in front.
Tie Wanqing saw the visitor, her eyes condensed: "Inner Palace disciple!"
"Huh?" Bai Ye returned to his senses.
"It seems that the palace master saw you!" Tie Wan smiled faintly.
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(I slept after the infusion and finished this chapter tremblingly. Please forgive me for the late update)
