Chapter 185： Supreme sword posture

For a whole day, Ling Xiao held Ye Qingchan like this, sat on the top of Tianjian Peak, looking at the sea of ​​clouds above her head.

This scene reminded Ye Qingchan of the scene when the two were in the Northern Wilderness that day.

At that time, I was just an imaginary ant, but happiness was real.

She was the only one beside the son.

For a moment, she really missed the simplicity and comfort at that time.

But in life, happiness is always temporary.

And Ye Qingchan knew from beginning to end that a peerless son like Ling Xiao couldn't be the only woman by her.

But since she came to Shengzhou, she only knew that it was one thing to understand, and it was another thing to accept it.

"My son, are you leaving again?"

It wasn't until the horizon gradually lit up that there was a gleam of light that Ye Qingchan turned his head to look at Ling Xiao a little bit reluctantly, his eyes were already slightly red.

She did not tell the latter, the slightest anxiety in her heart.

In other words, she still doesn't believe that there is something in this world that can separate her from Ling Xiao.

Nian Qingyun can't do it, neither can the other self in her body.

"Well, there are many things to do recently, but Qingchan, with your current cultivation speed, if you want to come soon, you can follow me."

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, took out a few bottles of pills from his arms and handed them to Ye Qingchan's hands.

"Work hard, we must do our best to live."

When the words fell, he lightly kissed Ye Qingchan's pretty face, turned and walked towards the path.

"The son..."

Ye Qingchan squeezed her hand tightly, and tears flowed unchecked in her eyes.

Yes, Qing Chan will definitely practice hard.

My son, I will definitely be by your side, and never bear such fear and lovesickness!

"Let's go, Huahua, let's go see my cheap brother."

A sneer was raised at the corner of Ling Xiao's mouth, and his footsteps suddenly stepped on, Huahua's figure instantly appeared in the air, carrying him to the direction of Ten Thousand Sword Immortal Sect.

It wasn't until his breath completely disappeared that the elders of the Sword Immortal Sect were relieved that day.

In particular, Xu Jibo raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat on his head, turned and said to the disciple beside him, "From tomorrow, I am planning to retreat for my teacher. Don't disturb me if anyone comes!"

Thinking of him, the great elder of the Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect, was actually forced to such a point by a broken child.

There is no way, there are still three jars of immortal brew. For a person like him who is addicted to alcohol, this is all his happiness for the rest of his life!

I used to have a lot of happiness, but since meeting Ling Xiao, I have become his happiness!

Gan!

Holy Land of Swords.

On the summit of Jianfeng, a thousand people gathered, and the shadows were dazzling.

The Lord of Swordsman stood in front of the main hall with his hand holding his hand, looking at the figure of a handsome young man in white clothes in front of him, with a faint expectation in his eyes.

On that day, he promised to accept Ling Tian as the true biography of the sword, but he was not only worried about the face of the Ling clan.

It was the second son of the Ling clan who really possessed all the qualities that made him a peerless sword repairman.

Tough as one, perseverance, but the sword alone.

Even on him, the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords Vaguely felt a trace of the great atmosphere.

Although there is no Danhai in Ling Tian, ​​as the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords said before, as long as there is a sword in his heart, he can cut the immortal by waving his hand.

Therefore, today he ordered Ling Tian to ascend the Immortal Road, also to see if his talent is worthy of the name of the true biography of the Holy Land.

When the family business is big, the hearts of the people are mixed.

If Ling Tian is really as wasteful as rumors, once he sits in the position of true transmission, it will inevitably attract a lot of dissatisfaction.

"Hehe, sister Xun'er, you are here too."

At the end of the square, a figure of Xuanyi walked slowly, followed by a number of people, like a villain's stepping stone face.

"Brother Jade."

Ye Xun'er nodded lightly, her delicate and fair face with a hint of impatience.

In the past few days, she heard many rumors that it was the brother Jade who often made things difficult for Junior Brother Lingtian, forbid him to sleep and eat, and even privately deducted his cultivation resources.

With Yuyuntian's identity in the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords, these things are naturally handy and he has no worries.

Moreover, Ling Tian himself had no cultivation base, and many disciples in the clan had great opinions on his promotion to True Biography.

Looking at the bruises on the boy's face and arms, Ye Xun'er once asked him distressedly.

And guess what?

Ling Tian, ​​a fool, actually said that he fell by himself! !

After seven years of tolerance, the second son of the Ling clan has been living in fear.

Life is squeezed by others, and status and status are not recognized.

All he can do is forbearance.

One day, he will break through the sky with a sword, and he will make all those who insult him kneel in front of him and kowtow to apologize.

Although this day seems to be far away in the foreseeable future, Ling Tian believes that it will come sooner or later.

"Hehe, Junior Sister, it's not that I said you, and you don't try to persuade Junior Brother Ling Tian, ​​he is also the second son of the Ling clan's lineage anyway. Wouldn't it be troublesome if he died in my Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land?"

Yu Yuntian gave a wry smile, with regret on his face.

joke.

Even though the Immortal Road of Ten Thousand Swords contains great fortune, can it be coveted by a person who has no cultivation skills?

This Ling Tian is also true. It's not a good idea to be a salted fish in the Ling clan. He has to come to his Ten Thousand Sword Sacred Land to do his best. Isn't this looking for death?

"Hey, Senior Brother Yu is worrying too much. Ling Tian has no foundation in the Ling Clan. Even his brother Ling Xiao is always looking forward to his death. Even if he really died on the Immortal Road, maybe the Ling Clan would still thank us. "

Behind Yu Yuntian, many holy land disciples suddenly laughed.

Before coming, Yu Yuntian had already explained it.

In a moment, no matter what, let Ye Xun'er know that the noble Young Master Ling in her eyes is just a trash with no prestige in the clan.

In this way, she should also understand who is her perfect match.

"Oh? There is such a thing? I always thought that Junior Brother Ling Tian was quite prestigious in the Ling Clan, he was also a descendant of the line."

Yu Yuntian frowned and sighed softly, "Hey, Junior Sister Xun'er, I didn't expect Ling Tian to be such a vain person, he is obviously a trash, why bother to pretend to be a peerless son, hey... Young people nowadays really do everything to make girls happy."

"Yes, brother, I heard that a few days ago, the young master of the Hammer Sect next door, in order to pursue the same master sister, he did not hesitate to borrow the spirit stone of the Black Tiger Gang, and rented the monster Xiaotian Black Tiger as a mount. As a result..."

"What happened?"

"As a result, as soon as the black tiger ran into the hammer sect, he was hammered to death by the guard sect as a monster."

"My Gan! What should I do?"

"What else can I do? It is said that Young Master Hammer even sold his life hammer, and he didn't pay enough for the spirit stone. He is still working as a handyman in the Black Tiger Gang to pay off debts."

"What does this matter tell us?"

"Don't pretend to be forced, pretend to be forced by the wheel!"

"Hahahaha!"

The disciples from the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords burst into laughter, especially Yu Yuntian, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

Not far away, Ling Tian clenched his palms tightly.

Forget it, use this fairy road today to prove my supreme sword posture! ! We villains don’t want to be a stepping stone.