"Or rather, let Su Yu offend her."
"This sage, known for his protectiveness of his own, will probably not sit idly by and wait for his death."
Changyun instantly conjured up a variety of schemes targeting Su Yu.
But the next second, she suppressed these thoughts.
He had many dislikes towards Su Yu.
At the crucial moment, he finally realized that he had harbored evil thoughts.
Within this merciless vein, the most likely source of calamity is thought.
She immediately put those thoughts out of her mind.
Then he remembered that Su Yu had prevented the Wuqing lineage from being passed down, and he was still very unhappy.
Qiu Yu, who was looking around, suddenly fixed his gaze on her.
A faint smile appeared on her face.
The change was so sudden that Nagano Nagaokumo didn't even notice it.
Or perhaps, neither of them could perceive it.
Qiu Yu patted Qiao Qiao's head: "Go ahead, follow this... senior."
"Once your sister Qinghuan emerges from seclusion, you'll know how you can help him."
Qiao Qiao nodded emphatically.
Nagano realized what was happening: "Junior Uncle, are you leaving..."
Qiu Yu nodded slightly: "You, Xuan Yun, are targeting those broken rules passed down directly to your disciples."
"I can't put it on my disciple."
“Of course not.” Nagano shook his head.
"Then it's alright. They're all mortals, so it won't be easy for those people to deal with Qiao Qiao."
"Thank you, senior." Changyun and Changye quickly expressed their gratitude.
Qiu Yu accepted it calmly: "My disciple has broken through the tribulation of your personal transmission."
"You didn't give me this wisp of Xuanyun Immortal Qi undeservedly, did you?"
"nature!"
"nature!"
"Goodbye, my dear disciple." Qiu Yu looked at Qiao Qiao.
For some reason, Qiao Qiao suddenly felt an urge to cry.
Perhaps it's because they dislike parting.
Perhaps it was because the two people beside him were complete strangers.
Qiu Yu flicked her forehead: "Remember what I taught you."
"Um!"
Qiao Qiao nodded, and Qiu Yu's figure vanished.
A moment later.
Qiao Qiao's gaze hardened, and he looked at Nagano: "Senior, please take me to see Sister Qinghuan first."
Changyun was about to speak.
But she discovered that Qiao Qiao seemed to have never seen her before.
She opened her mouth, then sat cross-legged on the spot.
The disciple of the sage Qiu Yu, a man's name is like the shadow of a tree.
It's best to avoid offending them.
Qiao Qiao had an intuition.
This old woman is definitely not a good person.
......
Qiu Yu left the Xuan Yun Immortal Sect.
Passing by the site of the great battle, he stopped and looked around.
Fan Senluo, Yelü, a ninth-rank expert from the Third Clan...
The auras of these people converged in subtle ways.
He saw many images.
He smiled and sighed, "Alas, every era has its own tribulations."
"Even in the Dharma-ending Age, nothing has changed."
"Damn it, God."
Qiu Yu has completely disappeared.
In the endless darkness, the group of top-tier eighth-rank experts were completely unaware of the attack on the ninth-rank expert of the third clan.
......
Divine Sword Sect.
The white jade sword soared through the air, and the sword platform returned to the bottom of the pool.
The vast Sword Condensation Pool has now returned to a state of tranquility.
However, the Sword Condensation Pool remained calm.
Su Yu's heart was filled with turbulent waves.
It took him a long time to process.
Honestly, he didn't stay this long when he first transmigrated here.
The slight intelligence that Qingtian Sword developed was originally from the same source as Bai Yu.
She changed her physical form and became the sword spirit of this sword, with almost no obstacles in her way.
The owner of the White Feather Sword relinquished control.
The owner of the Sky-Piercing Sword was completely bewildered.
With all the conditions met, it seemed as if it were destined that Bai Yu would become the sword spirit of this sword.
She has completely transformed.
Su Yu also received an overwhelming amount of information at that moment.
This is the natural connection between the sword master and the sword spirit.
As the master of a sword, if one cannot control the sword in one's hand...
That sword must have strayed into the demonic path.
Therefore, Bai Yu had no secrets from Su Yu.
Therefore, Su Yu was surprised to find.
What does it mean to treat all things in the world as straw dogs, to be cold and heartless...?
It's all fake, completely fake.
It turns out that social anxiety has nothing to do with ability.
It turns out that even a sword spirit capable of slaying saints can want to sleep in.
It turns out that even fairies are gluttonous, and they'll start eating at the drop of a hat.
This huge contrast was enough to shock Su Yu for a whole year.
He was in a daze for a long time.
Bai Yu, who had just started to adjust to the new environment, realized what was happening.
Inside the purple gourd, the miniature version of Little White Feather's face instantly turned red.
With a wave of his hand, Su Yu's wondrous senses were instantly severed.
At the same time, some scenes from ancient times were also erased by Bai Yu.
Su Yu was stunned.
Good heavens, the sword spirit can actively sever its connection with the sword master.
Is that still my sword?
My Blade & Soul?!
"Yes, but you're too weak right now," Bai Yu's voice echoed in my mind.
"Can you sense my thoughts?" Su Yu asked.
"No, that would be going against God."
"When will I be able to master that state?" Su Yu asked again.
"If I don't interfere, it will take a very, very long time."
"Oh, so will you interfere?"
"No, not usually, because I'm too strong right now."
“I can still communicate with you within the Holy Land, but once I leave the Holy Land, I will fall into a period of slumber,” the socially awkward sword spirit explained.
Su Yu paused for a moment: "So this is why you want to become my sword spirit?"
The socially awkward sword spirit remained silent.
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