Chapter 124: Who shot a sneak attack at the beginning of Qingyun Club? !

Qiu Qingyu raised the corners of her lips and felt an extremely cold breath in Xie Tingyu's ear, climbing up along her neck.

The people from Dongxuan Suge came arrogantly and left quickly.

Most of Xuan Yuntian's disciples had obvious dark circles under their eyes and looked listless.

"Did you guys not sleep all night?" Wen Zhiyu smiled as he saw them coming closer.

Xu Yuan was also among the crowd, holding a purple bamboo in his arms.

However, unlike the withered and yellow appearance in the past, this time the purple bamboo is full of vitality, and the leaves on it appear to be fuller.

"You guys are directly confronting Qiu Qingyu. You are truly role models for our generation." Xu Yuan yawned and spoke with a smile.

"Let's not talk about the fact that we Xuan Yuntian are not afraid of Dongxuan Su Pavilion. Besides, Master Uncle Wen and Master Uncle Xie are not from the same generation as us." The disciple next to Xu Yuan was one of the few who was well-dressed. After hearing what Xu Yuan said, he replied directly.

Xu Yuan was not bothered by the rebuttal, "This 'I' is a representative term, not specifically referring to our generation."

Xie Tingyu's lips curled up slightly when she heard this, and she recalled the specific vocabulary her teacher had once mentioned. Before she knew it, she had been in this strange world for eighteen years.

However, her body disappeared in that world, and if she went back she would just be a wandering ghost.

So let's just live a "peaceful life" here.

She was halfway through her thoughts when two disciples who looked exactly the same and exuded a well-behaved temperament came up to her and smiled brightly, "Thank you, Uncle Master."

They seem to be cast in the same mold, but their temperaments are slightly different. If you look closely, you can still tell they are two different people.

Xie Tingyu didn't expect someone to take the initiative to greet her at this time, "...How are you guys too?"

Her answer was too blunt. The two disciples smiled at each other and asked, "Did I disturb Uncle Xie?"

Xie Tingyu shook her head, signaling them to speak directly.

So one of them came closer and said, "Uncle Xie, we are twin sisters. We have practiced the same magic together since we were young, which has made our auras more and more compatible. However, our magic weapons are all passed down from the previous generation in our family. The murderous aura in them is difficult to purify and can even easily affect our minds."

"We have always wanted to ask you, Tian Xing Chi Xiao has such a strong evil spirit, how do you control it?"

The eyes they looked at Xie Tingyu were particularly sincere. As for the other disciples, they also stopped what they were doing when they heard the questions from these two disciples and listened quietly.

They are actually quite curious.

How did Xie Tingyu successfully master Tianxing Chixiao?

Tianxing Chixiao is Xuanyuntian's sacred sword. Countless disciples have tried to wield it before, but all ended in failure.

What's worse, because he was too eager for quick success, he was hurt by Tianxing Chixiao's violence and left hidden injuries.

These examples fully prove that Tianxing Chixiao is not someone that can be tamed by ordinary people, and even the master will be eroded by Tianxing Chixiao's evil spirit.

But looking at Xie Tingyu, although she looked indifferent most of the time, she was not hiding her pain, she was just too lazy to care.

It's like when you finish something, you feel exhausted and just want to find a place to laze around.

Xie Tingyu is in this state most of the time, and it is easy to see without her saying anything.

Xie Tingyu sighed, his mind working rapidly.

The reason she was not affected was naturally because the ghost power and the evil spirit in her body counteracted each other and achieved a certain balance.

Therefore, not only will it not be harmed by evil spirit, but at certain moments it can even merge evil spirit with ghost power to exert greater power.

With the idea of ​​trying not to mislead others, Xie Tingyu coughed lightly, "Actually, this has something to do with my mortal body. Everyone present knows that I come from the mortal world. Before coming to Xuanyuntian, I was a mortal without any cultivation."

"On the day Tian Xing Chi Xiao recognized me as his master, I felt the veins in my body being torn apart by the sword energy. It was such a heart-wrenching pain. So in my opinion, this should be a process of destruction followed by reconstruction. It just so happens that my body is well suited to this evil energy. Don't learn from me."

"The best method is to use something that can counteract the murderous aura. You can also take a risk and fight poison with poison. This is a very effective method when facing some kind of danger."

Xie Tingyu said a lot of things in one breath. Her expression remained unchanged, but her voice became softer unconsciously.

She was not making it up. If the magic weapon could not be replaced, and the murderous aura contained in the magic weapon was too strong to be countered, then other means would indeed be needed.

“Since it was passed down by your family elders, you can see if there is anything similar to the natal magic weapon in your family. It would be best to find one with strong murderous aura and violent spirit, as it can effectively fight poison with poison.” Xie Tingyu smiled.

The two sisters stood there motionless, with serious expressions, as if they were thinking about the feasibility of this method.

The other disciples were more or less surprised, surprised that Xie Tingyu's means of suppression were so strong and he risked his life to resist. Unexpectedly, Wen Zhiyu was not surprised.

He himself is not a pure and kind person. Xie Tingyu does not think that his secret is hidden deep enough to deceive Wen Zhiyu.

"Uncle Xie, are there any other successful examples of this method besides you?" The voice was not from the two sisters, but from another thin disciple. His Taoist robe seemed to be hanging on his body, and his body was empty.

It is enough to see how thin and fragile the body under the Taoist robe is.

Xie Tingyu Mo Ran said, "I have used myself as an example, so I definitely don't know about other people."

Wen Zhiyu suddenly spoke up, "Her method is somewhat feasible, but I don't recommend you to try it. Your body can easily be damaged by external means. As for these two disciples, they are of the same blood, so the chances of success are greater."

Wen Zhiyu’s suggestion hits the nail on the head.

It seemed as if he completely denied the problem of this thin disciple.

The thin disciple was silent for a moment, "Thank you very much for the guidance of Uncle Master and Uncle Master Wen. I will remember it."

Wen Zhiyu stared at him and suddenly smiled. "I don't recommend it, but I don't mean that I don't allow you to do it. But you need to think clearly about the pros and cons. If you are not careful, your life will be in danger."

The thin disciple raised his mouth, and his pale face became more red, and even his lonely and lifeless eyes lit up for a moment, "I'm willing to give it a try."

The two sisters were not hesitant about the huge threat to their lives, but they shouldered the expectations of many elders in the family. If they died here, they would not even be able to join the Qingyun Society, which would bring shame to the family.

But since even this skinny disciple had spoken first, they had no reason to back down.

The two sisters also nodded.

Xie Tingyu crossed his arms and glanced at Wen Zhiyu. The smile on his face was peaceful and kind, especially gentle.

I believe that many people will recognize that he is an excellent person at first sight.

No one could have imagined what kind of bigotry and madness was hidden beneath his gentle appearance.

Xie Tingyu couldn't laugh.

After the Qingyun meeting, her "death" will be implemented immediately. Now that demons are rampant in the mortal world and the world of cultivation, she can use this opportunity to get rid of this identity and return to the ghost house.

As long as she returns to the Ghost Palace, the many affairs and people in the world of cultivation will have nothing to do with her, and she can go back to being the leisurely and retired Ghost King.

Wen Zhiyu will also be abandoned by her.

Thinking about it this way, I really feel like a scumbag.

Wen Zhiyu moved very quickly. He seemed to be extremely experienced and was very skilled in combing the meridians of these three disciples and guardians.

Xie Tingyu watched from the side, wiping the sweat off the two sisters from time to time. Wen Zhiyu took the time to look up at this, and her pair of phoenix eyes looked straight at her.

The deep eyes seemed to be able to speak, telling of the warmth and grievances in the heart.

Xie Tingyu helplessly took out a new handkerchief to wipe him.

Wen Zhi was satisfied.

The remaining thin disciple was completely focused on straightening out the pulse, his whole body was filled with pain, and he did not notice the alternation of sun and moon outside.

When he opened his eyes again, Xuan Yuntian's flying boat had already landed.

They have arrived in the southern region.

This time, the Qingyun Club was set up in Nanjingyue Island, and Nanjingyue Island also announced that this Qingyun Club would definitely be new and unprecedented. Out of prudence, the flying boats of various sects stopped but no one took the lead.

The scene fell into an eerie silence.

Xie Tingyu was also among the group of people watching.

After the two sisters and the thin disciple woke up, Wen Zhi and Xie Tingyu were not in the room.

Wen Zhiyu disappeared again. Xie Tingyu was sitting alone on the railing of the deck, with half of her body outside the flying boat but still unable to stick her head out completely. Her legs were dangling lightly in the air.

Many large and small flying boats were parked on the huge flat ground outside the Nanjingyue Island sect, including Xuan Yuntian's flying boat.

Because of Nan Jingyuejima's prior warning, the meeting ended in a dull silence.

Inside the main hall of Nan Jingyue Island, a beautiful woman with her hair tied up walked back and forth with an anxious look on her face. She was dressed in blue and occasionally raised her finger to point at the people below and cursed angrily, "Is this the brilliant idea you came up with? Let all the participating cultivators in the entire cultivation world wait outside, fearing that we have set a trap."

"If they don't come in, how will Qingyun unfold?"

"Island Master, please calm down. There are bound to be some frictions between the various sects. Chen Zheng and the others are still on the Xuanyuntian flying boat. Why not take this opportunity to let them stir up trouble?" A man with crane-haired and childish face stood up and said.

The beautiful woman stopped and asked, "Oh? How to reconcile?"

The man with crane-haired and childish face smiled and said, "It's very simple."

Xie Tingyu was sitting obediently on the deck railing when suddenly a strong wind rang in her ears. Xie Tingyu tilted her head and an arrow pierced her face, cutting off a strand of hair.

Finally, it was nailed to the flying boat at the back.

There was an angry voice coming from the front.

"How dare you, Xuan Yuntian, shoot a sneak attack? This is the Qingyun Society! Let you guys have a taste of sneak attacks too."

Xie Tingyu restrained his shaking legs, put on a cold face, and used his spiritual power to wrap up his voice and released it, "You keep attacking me, who gave you the courage to do so?"

When the person on the other side heard Xie Tingyu's voice, there was no movement.

The man who spoke just now was a sturdy man with a bloody scratch on his shoulder from being scratched by a sharp weapon. He let the blood flow out and turned his head to ask the people around him after hearing what happened.

"Who was that person who just spoke?"

"Bad temper...it should be Cheng Yan."

Hearing this, the man snorted coldly, "That's fine." He then put down one hand and said, "Continue shooting arrows."

No one expected that the beginning of Qingyun Society was due to a cold arrow shot from nowhere.