Chapter 95 The original hero appears again. Li Jue challenges Xie Tingyu? ...

He said the strange title of the book in front of Xie Tingyu in a serious manner, and it also fell into the ears of other disciples.

"Shut up!" Xie Tingyu was like a cat with its fur standing on end, baring his sharp teeth to intimidate the other party.

She could hardly suppress her resentment towards herself. How could a person cause such a huge mess?

If she said that these books were given to her by Han Xunzhen, would he believe it?

Who on earth would read this book?

What a terrible family.

Wen Zhiyu couldn't help frowning when he saw Xie Tingyu's expression changing wildly. His handsome face always struck Xie Tingyu's eyes, but this time with doubt in his eyes, there was a bit more innocence in Xie Tingyu's eyes.

He didn't understand Xie Tingyu's reaction.

Xie Tingyu also didn't understand why Wen Zhiyu's head was hot when watching these things.

That was the storage ring that Han Xunzhen had stuffed into her's pocket at some point. When she saw that it was filled with strange storybooks, she closed it without even blinking.

On the night when Wen Zhi was in the house, Xie Tingyu fled without even noticing that the storage was gone.

Who knew Wen Zhiyu could unexpectedly see it and put it into practice?

He wouldn't have been making up this kind of storyline these days, right?

Thinking about it carefully is extremely frightening; not thinking about it is also frightening.

"Master said that people from Beimingyun Palace are coming today. The deputy palace master is also here and wants to see you."

"Deputy Palace Master? That Elder Qiu Huan didn't come?" Xie Tingyu sneered. Wen Zhiyu understood the mockery in Xie Tingyu's voice this time. He raised his lips in response to Xie Tingyu's sudden and stern look.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

When he woke up that night, Xie Tingyu was right in front of him, with a look of bewilderment and confusion on her face, but no disgust or fear.

She had no other emotions because of his true identity.

Wen Zhiyu has never liked any strange features in himself, which are the symbols of his painful memories in the past.

The world of cultivation does not accept the existence of demons, and is incompatible with the ghost world. Under such circumstances, the survival of demons becomes even more difficult.

Therefore, the demons will unite and will not show the slightest mercy to those monks who want to kill them.

His current identity is Xuan Yuntian's chief disciple, so he seems to need to pretend to be righteous from time to time so that he can integrate into the cultivators.

To gain their appreciation and love.

Who cares about these things?

Wen Zhiyu sneered secretly, the mockery in his eyes became more and more intense, and the Tianxing Chixiao in Xie Tingyu's hand was put away in the blink of an eye.

She was about to speak, completely disrupting Wen Zhiyu's thoughts and telling him not to remember the scripts she had left behind.

Even though she didn't see it, it still made her feel embarrassed.

But she didn't escape this disaster after all. A disciple of Xuan Yuntian suddenly spoke up, "Xie Xiaoshishu, where did you buy the books that Shishu Wen mentioned? Can you tell me a little bit?"

Not knowing whether the next people would join in the fun, as they became more and more cheerful, Xie Tingyu frowned, rubbed the cocoon in his palm with his fingers, and then reached out his hand to Wen Zhiyu.

"You knew it was my storage ring, why did you open it without permission? Give me back the notebook."

"I didn't open it. My junior sister dropped the book on her own."

Hearing this, Xie Tingyu was about to speak, but Wen Zhiyu looked very confident. He raised his eyebrows slightly at Xie Tingyu and signaled her with his eyes to look at her waist.

Xie Tingyu subconsciously reached out to touch it, and found that the storage ring containing the storybooks was still there. Did she really drop those books by herself?

"Junior sister always likes to go to the library, so I naturally thought that she was familiar with poetry and proficient in various spells. This time she came to practice... I didn't expect that what I saw was something I had never come across before. I was curious and read two more pages. Sorry."

Wen Zhiyu's words were sincere, and he apologized to Xie Tingyu in front of many disciples.

The word "sincerity" seemed to be written all over his face, his eyes were bright, waiting for Xie Tingyu's affirmation.

Xie Tingyu rolled his eyes and watched Wen Zhiyou hand over several books without titles.

She took it back without thinking, and just smiled.

Suddenly, the sound of swords rang out through the sky, startling the birds flying above Jianxing Peak, and the birds' chirping rang out along with the arrogant and wanton sound of the swords.

Xie Tingyu and Wen Zhiyi dodged at the same time, and the sword went straight into the ground of the martial arts arena and landed where Xie Tingyu had just stood.

Her eyes suddenly turned colder.

Wen Zhiyu still had a smile on her face, but that smile was mixed with a hint of coldness.

He stood tall and slender, chuckling beside Xie Tingyu, and there was a hint of a compatible aura between the two of them.

A soft hum sounded in all directions. Xuan Yuntian's disciples were not panicked at all and seemed exceptionally calm.

Only after the sword-wielding man showed up did Xuan Yuntian's disciples slowly take action. The man stood with his hands behind his back, his long hair combed into a long braid that hung behind his head.

His appearance was not particularly outstanding, but the jewelry on his body sparkled particularly brightly under the sunlight.

"I'm sorry, I'm Liu Wenkang, the eldest disciple of the deputy palace master of Beimingyun Palace. I didn't learn the sword well enough and lost control of it. I almost hurt someone. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you all."

No one responded to him.

Not long after he appeared, three figures appeared behind him one after another.

Both of them were tall, but one of them had vigorous blood and energy, and was obviously a physical cultivator. The other one had spiritual energy emanating from his body, and the air was distorted to form a translucent tiger-shaped spirit. The spirit roared, and wanted to suppress the surrounding Xuan Yuntian disciples. It was clear that he was a spiritual cultivator.

However, before this spiritual power could dissipate, it was easily stopped.

A water-blue long sword emitting a frosty chill was suspended in the air.

Facing the tiger-shaped spirit, the aqua-blue sword did not take the initiative to attack.

Instead, he let the spirit rush over, but was finally knocked back by the cold energy from the long sword, and half of the tiger-shaped spirit's body was frozen by frost.

Seeing this, Ling Xiu hurriedly retracted his spirit body. A flash of heartache flashed across his eyes, and then he looked at the sword with a gloomy face.

"I'm sorry, something went wrong during my recent training, and the connection with my natal sword has weakened a lot, so it doesn't listen to me." Wen Zhiyu smiled warmly, without introducing himself, but provocation was clearly written in his smiling eyes.

Let’s look back at Liu Wenkang, the man who claimed to be the eldest disciple of the deputy palace master of Beimingyun Palace.

Liu Wenkang uttered "huh" again, his face showing disdain for all the Xuan Yuntian disciples present.

Just as he was about to speak, a humble voice came from the crowd.

"It's the character for willow in Mu Mao, right?"

Liu Wenkang glanced at him coldly, with a hint of pride at the same time, "Yes, so you've heard of me?"

"The 18,353rd challenger of Xuanyuntian in the past 100 years is Liu Wenkang, the eldest disciple of the deputy palace master of Beimingyun Palace..."

The disciple held a jade scroll in his hand and used a small dagger to carve words on it, fast enough to leave an afterimage.

Liu Wenkang was stunned for a moment, and then he heard the disciple continue to ask: "If that's the case, then who do you want to challenge? All Xuanyuntian disciples who have not left the sect for a mission, and those whose cultivation is one realm lower than yours, are not allowed to be selected. As for the rest, the challenger can choose at will."

"Is there really such a saying?" Xie Tingyu frowned and stepped aside to ask Wen Zhiyu.

She had never seen such a scene before, but suddenly remembered the first day she came to Xuanyuntian and obtained Tianxing Chixiao.

Whenever they met a disciple of Xuan Yuntian, they would stare at her with a burning gaze, but without any evil desire. After looking at her for a moment, they would sigh, secretly glance at her Tianxing Chixiao, and then hang their heads and leave sadly.

Wen Zhiyu looked straight ahead, "Junior sister, are you asking about the rules of this challenger?"

"nature."

"This rule was set a thousand years ago. At that time, Xuanyuntian became the number one sect in the cultivation world, which inevitably caused dissatisfaction among other sects. Therefore, they sent disciples to challenge the then famous genius, Yunheng."

Wen Zhiyu paused for a moment, lowered his eyes slightly and looked directly at Xie Tingyu's slightly surprised eyes, "Yes, it's Master."

"Master shocked the world with his sword at the Qingyun Conference. He made a name for himself and was known as the number one genius in the world of cultivation."

"I don't know how many cultivators came to challenge me, but unfortunately, they all fell under Master's sword. This is why Yunheng Sword Master is so important in the world of cultivation and almost no one dares to disobey him. Of course, back to the point, the rules of the challenge were set at this time, and were drawn up by Master himself."

Xie Tingyu exclaimed "Ah" to express her shock at this moment. Yunheng Sword Master was indeed powerful, but she did not expect Wen Zhi to tell her about Yunheng's past achievements and glory at this moment.

She pursed her lips and smiled, then reacted by distancing herself from Wen Zhiyu again, like crossing a river and destroying the bridge, and she did not forget to bring up another topic to divert Wen Zhiyu's attention, "Then who do you think Liu Wenkang is going to challenge?"

Wen Zhiyu noticed Xie Tingyu's little move, but had no intention of exposing her. "The answer should be obvious."

Xie Tingyu could see it clearly without Wen Zhiyu saying anything. After all, after Liu Wenkang appeared, his eyes were always on Wen Zhiyu. That kind of sticky look made Xie Tingyu, a bystander, feel disgusted and his scalp tingled.

But Wen Zhiyu had a strong psychological quality. Faced with such a sticky gaze, she was able to calmly explain science to her and smile back.

Of course, it was a very sarcastic laugh.

"Junior sister, please don't gloat over other people's misfortunes. It's not just me."

Xie Tingyu didn't react for a moment. She opened her mouth, but before she could make a sound, she heard a familiar voice.

It is indeed very familiar.

Look up and see, doesn't it look very familiar?

He is the so-called hero of the original novel, Li Jue, the son of destiny who can turn misfortune into fortune no matter what happens and can survive until the last moment even when his life is in danger.

"Xie Daoyou, it's been a long time since we last met. Why are you looking at me like that? Could it be that you didn't expect me to come back alive from the desert and you feel guilty?"

"Please don't keep saying that I'm trying to extort money from you. I've never seen you before, so why should I say it's been a long time? Why should I say I feel guilty?" Xie Tingyu had a puzzled look on his face, and the distance in his voice was just right.

Li Jue didn't expect that the handsome appearance he had long imagined did not make Xie Tingyu panic, but instead he said "I've never seen it before".

Li Jue could hardly hold back the expression on his face. He took a step forward, but Liu Wenkang grabbed the corner of his clothes and said, "Don't fall for her trick. She can even use such a low-level provocation to trick you. I don't know what Master likes about you."

Hearing this, the corner of Li Jue's mouth twitched.

"Xie Tingyu, you bullied and humiliated me in the past, and today I will take it all back. Do you dare to accept my challenge?"

Xie Tingyu: It’s here. After thirty years of ups and downs, it finally found me.