His white robes were different from the elaborate white of the Immortal Lord Qingxue; they were more like the white of coarse linen.
Standing among the disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect, gleaming with golden light.
It looked out of place and also made them look poor.
The Nine Heavens Sect disciple arrogantly said, "Hahahaha, the Sword Sect disciple who attracted the great lightning tribulation is nothing special. He was beaten and forced to flee in a sorry state by our Senior Sister Song. It's a shame she just said something about drawing blood with her sword, which fooled us."
"Superficial," the white-robed male cultivator said coldly. "Song Pengpeng will be defeated in ten moves."
The male disciple turned his head, shrinking back in fear, "Senior Brother Wen... what are you doing..."
Wen Suye scolded, "You've been neglecting your training, and your eyes have gone blind too? Go back and practice your swords five thousand times."
"well……"
The two gossipy disciples covered their faces and ran away.
Zhuge Tienan, who was not far away, was frightened.
"Senior Sister Bai, who is this?"
Bai Wushuang grabbed Zhuge Tienan's sleeve and led her to a more distant place before explaining:
"His name is Wen Suye. You haven't heard of him because this stinky ice block spends nine out of ten years in seclusion. If it weren't for his eccentric personality, he would be the senior disciple of the Nine Heavens Sect."
"When I was little, my master brought me to the Nine Heavens Sect. His face was always so sour, which scared me to tears several times. And..."
"Junior Sister Wushuang, you're talking bad about me again."
As soon as Zhuge Tienan and Bai Wushuang turned around, they saw Wen Suye staring at them with his dark eyes.
Bai Wushuang bit her lip and said weakly, "I didn't..."
She glanced at Wen Suye, silently grabbed Zhuge Tienan's sleeve, and hurriedly took him away.
Stay away from the sounds of daily life, stay away from the sounds of daily life.
Bai Wushuang finally breathed a sigh of relief when she was more than ten meters away from that guy.
She patted her chest, "Waaah, you scared me to death..."
On the competition stage.
As I have heard from you day and night.
Song Pengpeng was defeated within ten moves.
The little girl on stage only used five moves.
Wen Suye's pupils blazed with fighting spirit, "If we're going to have a sword fight, it has to be a disciple of the Sword Sect."
"Ling Hanchuan, we will have a battle sooner or later."
"Whether it's for the sake of swordsmanship or for her."
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