Chapter 17: The Third Junior Disciple's First Morning Exercises
Ruan Wei, who was lying in front of the table on the mountain, suddenly trembled, his eyebrows felt hot, and he woke up from his coma in an instant.
What's going on?
She opened her eyes and explored her sea of consciousness.
No.
No problem.
Ruan Wei was a little confused and immediately looked at the sky outside the window.
Ahhhhhhhh——
She had only drawn it for the twentieth time.
It’s over, it ...…
Stop.
People have to accept reality.
The Buddha said... Damn it, today, she really can't escape death.
While vomiting his soul, Ruan Wei reluctantly put away his homework, put on two thick layers of woolen clothes, and got up to look for Chang Huaijin who lived next to his senior brother's courtyard.
She knocked on the door, "Junior brother, are you awake? It's time for morning exercises!"
With a whoosh.
Chang Huaijin opened the door.
"Senior Sister."
His complexion looked much better than yesterday, much more rosy. Although there was still hatred between his brows, he was no longer as evil as he was yesterday.
Ruan Wei looked at his thin long gown, raised an eyebrow and said, "Junior brother, wear something thicker."
Suddenly, she remembered that Chang Huaijin had nothing, so she immediately reached into her mustard seed bag and took out two thick woolen coats.
Chang Huaijin waved his hand and smiled shyly, "Senior Sister, I only need one."
oh?
Ruan Wei put one away with a normal expression.
Senior brother said so.
It’s hard to persuade a ghost who wants to die with kind words.
It’s okay, just go to the top of the mountain and blow on it and you’ll know.
A specialty of Penglai Mountain, a stubborn species.
Before reaching the top of the mountain, Ruan Wei was sweating profusely from wearing two layers of fleece. Chang Huaijin was surprised and said, "Sister, you're sweating. Why don't you take off one layer? The weather looks very good today."
Ruan Wei didn't say much, just shook his head.
Chang Huaijin still didn't feel cold when he reached the top of the mountain, after all, he had spiritual energy protecting his body.
"Hey, Senior Brother!"
Ruan Wei noticed Xiao Xuantong standing there with a sword in his hand. She hadn't seen her senior brother who was in seclusion in the back mountain and being beaten for a long time, so she shouted to him excitedly.
Xiao Xuantong's facial expression remained unchanged as he turned around and looked at the two of them.
His gloomy face was really scary. Chang Huaijin, who was originally smiling, lost his composure when he saw him. He had never seen such a cold-faced person before.
"Meet the eldest brother."
Chang Huaijin bowed properly and greeted in a low voice.
Xiao Xuantong said little, and handed him the two mustard seed bags in his arms, "Yes, Third Junior Brother."
"Weiwei told you yesterday that one is yours and the other is for Fourth Junior Sister. I put some new clothes and robes inside. There are also some spirit stones and other things. You and Fourth Junior Sister can share them."
Chang Huaijin's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he regretted his caution just now. The eldest senior brother was such a good person, but he just... thought that he looked a little too unkind and was very scared.
"Thank you, Senior Brother."
Xiao Xuantong nodded, glanced sideways and said coldly, "Hold the sword."
Chang Huaijin reacted quickly and immediately drew out the Fu Wei from his waist upon hearing this.
Looking at his new senior brothers and sisters, they both seemed to be extremely wary of something.
Are there enemies attacking? Why do you look like that?
Someone chuckled in the woods.
The gears turn.
The formation is activated.
Chang Huaijin felt his whole body sink, and all his spiritual power disappeared completely.
The wind was howling from the entire mountain top, and even though he was half grown, he was blown a little unsteadily by the wind. The cold wind cut across his cheeks like a knife, and Chang Huaijin's cheeks were instantly frozen red.
The Heavenly Grade Wind Spiritual Root had never been treated like this by the wind.
His voice was blown away by the sharp wind, "What's going on?!"
No one answered.
But suddenly.
Ruan Wei, who was standing in front of Chang Huaijin, suddenly turned her head. Her eyes were deep, her face was as beautiful as a peach, and her expression was very cold. The magic sword in her hand actually stabbed straight at Chang Huaijin.
The speed is so fast that it is difficult to distinguish its shadow with the naked eye.
Just a blink of an eye.
The tip of the sword suddenly flashed before his eyes.
Chang Huaijin widened his eyes and asked in surprise, "Senior Sister?!"
He had no time to dodge.
But his long eyelashes trembled, and he closed his eyes, looking as if he was willing to die.
Ruan Wei didn't say anything and tightened his arms even more.
Suddenly.
A wooden sword flashed in front of him like a ghost. Ruan Wei steadied the tip of the sword and flicked his wrist to lift it upwards.
The wooden sword was suddenly blocked by her spiritual sword.
But he still scratched the hem of Chang Huaijin's woolen coat.
Feng Wuya, "Huh?"
He finally showed up, and Feng Wuya said with satisfaction, "You did a good job blocking the attack this time. Let's try to block the next one."
After he finished speaking, his aura surged, and the wooden sword turned around in an instant.
Ruan Wei turned the sword and put it back into a blocking position. Her expression became more serious, and her beautiful eyes stared at Feng Wuya in front of her.
Chang Huaijin was directly hit by these two forces, and his face immediately turned red, as if he was hit in the chest by two plaster fists at the same time.
All his positive energy was shattered.
There was a look of surprise and doubt in his eyes. "Master?"
Feng Wuya was holding Ruan Wei with his sword, so that he couldn't fight back. He still had time to respond, "Hmm?"
He sighed softly, "Forgot you."
“Stand back!”
Xiao Xuantong shouted.
He stretched out his long arm and grabbed Chang Huaijin by the collar of his fleece coat. His strength was so great that Chang Huaijin, who was not much shorter than him, was thrown backwards and staggered.
Chang Huaijin was feeling dizzy, and when he was pulled by him, he fell down and saw stars.
The raven in Xiao Xuantong's hand suddenly collided with a wooden sword.
The Raven Sword trembled.
He directly knocked the wooden sword out of Feng Wuya's hand.
"Not bad," Feng Wuya said with a smile. His figure flashed, and with lightning speed, he swung out several swords. "During this time in the back mountain, I have indeed made some achievements."
Xiao Xuantong gritted his teeth and took the sword.
One sword is better than another.
Master’s sword is too heavy.
And heavy.
As Xiao Xuantong caught the sword, veins popped up on his forehead, and a red color gradually crept up his cold jade-like neck.
Feng Wuya did not hold back anymore.
The wooden sword flew around, forcing Xiao Xuantong to retreat step by step.
Where he stepped, there was actually a small pit.
The wind was so strong on the mountain that it made his figure look bleak and his clothes flutter in all directions.
The raven was beaten so hard that it trembled.
A useless wooden sword suppressed this famous spiritual sword in the sword record, making it unable to fight back.
Ruan Wei also flew over, but before she arrived, her expression was too bright, "Brother, step back."
Xiao Xuantong turned away in an instant.
The two of them have developed a tacit understanding over the past few years.
The raven in his hand exerted force instantly, lifting Feng Wuya's wooden sword up one foot.
Ruan Wei came through the air with a sword.
Feng Wuya raised his eyebrows. Resist?
The spirit sword wailed.
The long sword was filled with sword intent. Ruan Wei held the sword, and her aura surged. The girl's eyes were like torches, and her hair fluttered in the reflection of the sword light, like a fairy dancing with a sword in the sky. She started with a straight posture, and there seemed to be an inexplicable cold sword intent all around her.
She said, "Form 1."
Three words fell.
The whole mountain was silent, and the wind seemed to have stopped.
Ruan Wei's mind was filled with sword light. This was the sword move she was most familiar with, and it took her a long time to master it completely.
Chang Huaijin, who had climbed up from the ground and was watching the fight between the three of them, felt a flash before his eyes.
Immediately, sword lights as bright as water came down from the sky.
It is too gorgeous, and it looks like thin rain threads all over the sky connected together to form a green water curtain.
Millions of sword shadows stabbed towards Feng Wuya.
The raven in Xiao Xuantong's hand gradually froze into frost. Chang Huaijin couldn't help but take a step back. The three inches around the eldest brother were too cold. The icy breath froze the air around him.
He closed his eyes, concentrated, and silently recited the sword techniques.
As soon as I opened my eyes.
Xiao Xuantong's eyes were clear, and his light brown pupils seemed to be filled with frost and despair. He raised the sword in his hand.
"Frost—"
The raven flew away into the sky.
Bringing a chill as low as frost and snow.
So, under Ruan Wei's sword light, Xiao Xuantong's body was like a cold sword, and he stabbed with one sword each.
Feng Wuya closed his eyes and glanced sideways at Chang Huaijin while breathing.
Chang Huaijin met his eyes and was stunned for a moment.
"Open your eyes and see clearly," Feng Wuya said with a smile on his lips. He was a thin figure with sword shadows all over the sky in the background.
The wooden sword can't withstand these two.
Feng Wuya sighed, "I'm old now, I can't beat him with toys anymore."
A long sword in his mustard bag came out at the call.
The notorious Lingyuan Sword and the Penglai Immortal Venerable's natal sword suddenly appeared in the sword record.
He raised his hand.
The spiritual abyss passed by.
There were no unnecessary movements, only powerful force. It seemed like a random slash, but it hit Xiao Xuantong's sword defense, who had arrived one step earlier. He put away his sword to block, but Feng Wuya directly knocked Xiao Xuantong away with his sword.
He is tall and can fly far.
Another wave.
The sword shadows in the sky shattered into pieces, illuminating the entire sky with green light.
When Ruan Wei saw Feng Wuya take out Lingyuan, his eyes flashed. He knew something was wrong and immediately tried to hide backwards.
But he was stopped directly by Ling Yuan.
Ling Yuan trembled and rudely collided with the spiritual sword in Ruan Wei's hand.
Feng Wuya never used Lingyuan in his morning practice. The reason was that Lingyuan was too overbearing. A water-attributed spiritual sword had a tough nature. There was nothing it could not cut.
When Ling Yuan was imprisoned in the Sword Pavilion, he cut off many of the Sword Pavilion's spiritual swords.
It is indeed notorious.
Ruan Wei was hit by a huge force and was instantly thrown back dozens of steps.
Not over yet.
Ling Yuan's collision.
The ordinary spiritual sword in Ruan Wei's hand let out a mournful cry, and cracks appeared on it.
"bite--"
The spiritual sword shattered into pieces along the sword body.
Ruan Wei's forehead was throbbing with veins. Looking at the spirit sword in her hand, which was only left with the hilt, she couldn't help but say, "No, Master, you are cheating!"
Feng Wuya is very ruthless when it comes to early work.
"Why," Feng Wuya said with a smile, "you and Xuantong are two against one and you're not cheating?"
After he finished speaking, Ruan Wei was also picked up and flew towards Xiao Xuantong.
hateful.
When she landed on the ground, she had no choice but to take out a magic sword from the mustard seed bag and prepare to crawl back to fight again.
Xiao Xuantong, covered in dust, climbed out of the pit holding Raven.
The two looked at each other.
It seems like I forgot something.
Then, suddenly, I saw my third junior brother coming towards here screaming from afar, and a green sword shadow flying straight into the woods.
Oh, it turns out I forgot to take care of Chang Huaijin.
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