Fan Li didn't give Qin Xiaoran a chance to shout. She raised her long sword high up, and the sword light cut through the sky, as if she was going to split the sky and the earth apart...

Qin Xiaoran's pupils shrank, as if she saw an extremely huge lotus blooming in the sky.

Then, dense knife shadows like raindrops shot out, carrying the power to destroy the world.

Thousands of knife shadows fell, and in Qin Xiaoran's eyes instantly condensed into a huge long knife, swooping down towards her face from the air.

And that giant lotus was getting closer and closer, like the mouth of a giant beast, about to swallow up the entire Tianji Sect.

Because of the shock and fear, Qin Xiaoran seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.

"I, I give up! I give up!!"

Compared with life, face is nothing! Let face eat shit!

Just as he was about to be chopped in half by the huge sword, Qin Xiaoran held his head and begged for mercy.

"Wuwuwuwu, Master, help me! Your most adorable disciple is about to die!"

Qin Xiaoran fell to the ground and yelled in a rude manner.

"Hey, stop crying, look up."

It was Fan Li's voice.

Qin Xiaoran raised her head in a daze. Fan Li was standing in front of her without her knowing when. He was tall and slender, with his hands behind his back, looking at her with a smile on his face.

Qin Xiaoran had only seen such a kind look from her master.

Suddenly her face felt cold, as if something had fallen into the corner of her eye, and she subconsciously touched it.

It's snow.

Qin Xiaoran looked up at the sky and was completely stunned.

Snowflakes fell from the sky, interweaving and entwining, forming an endless white curtain that enveloped the entire Jianmen Sect.

There was no giant lotus that could devour the sect. The shadow of the long sword that frightened her was also gone, as if everything she had just seen was an illusion.

But Qin Xiaoran knew it wasn't.

The feeling of walking through the gates of hell was so real.

Her heart was still pounding.

It has never snowed in Jianmen Sect.

Soon, the huge training ground was covered with a layer of soft white snow.

When the disciples saw such a wonderful sight, they were immediately excited and ran to play in the snow.

Qin Xiaoran looked at the snowflake in her hand, which looked like a lotus flower no matter how she looked at it.

Fan Li pulled Qin Xiaoran up from the ground, then stretched out a hand, "Spiritual Stone."

Qin Xiaoran was convinced and handed all the spirit stones to Fan Li.

"How did you do that?"

Fan Li looked up at the sky and smiled: "Are you talking about the snow?"

Qin Xiaoran nodded, then shook her head, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Fan Li said: "When you can beat me, I will tell you."

After saying that, Fan Li hooked a bag of heavy spirit stones with his little finger and turned away in a leisurely manner.

Qin Xiaoran looked at her back with complicated eyes.

This person is really strange.

Qin Xiaoran jumped off the stage and asked Lu Xingran: "Master Sister, who is she?"

Lu Xingran raised her hand to sweep the snow off her head. She did not answer the question, but asked with a smile, "Are you convinced now?"

Qin Xiaoran said with a flat mouth: "Big sister, you are bad. You actually helped her bully me. She is obviously not in the early stage of Jindan."

Lu Xingran glanced at her and said, "Even if I told you, you still wouldn't accept it. Don't I know you?"

To deal with people like Qin Xiaoran, it is useless to persuade them with words, they can only be suppressed by force.

Qin Xiaoran choked.

That seems to be the case...

"Speaking of this." Xiu Mu asked curiously, "Junior Sister Xiao Ran, what did you see just now? Why are you so scared?"

Yang Zetian was also very curious, because they had never seen Qin Xiaoran lose his composure like this in a battle.

Qin Xiaoran was stunned: "Didn't you see it?"

Xiu Mu scratched his head: "We only saw Junior Sister Fan swinging a knife into the air."

Yang Zetian said: "Yes, and then I saw you admit defeat."

Xiu Mu: "Then, it started snowing."

Qin Xiaoran frowned, how could this happen?

"You really didn't see anything, did you really not lie to me?" Qin Xiaoran's face was full of doubt.

The scene just now was so thrilling, how could it be possible that she was the only one who saw it!

Qin Xiaoran didn't believe it.

It was not until Lu Xingran said this that Qin Xiaoran believed that they had not lied to her.

Qin Xiaoran looked around and suddenly realized.

Yes, if everyone saw it, how could they have no reaction and still happily play in the snow?

"Strange, what is going on? Is it an illusion?" Qin Xiaoran murmured.

After hearing her say this, Xiu Mu and the others were even more confused.

It seems that Qin Xiaoran saw something extraordinary.

What is it? They are extremely curious.

"It's the sword intention."

An old and steady voice sounded behind them.

Qin Xiaoran's face lit up: "Master!"

Lu Xingran, Xiu Mu, and Yang Zetian greeted each other one by one.

"Meet Elder Xuan."

Elder Xuan is the only elder among the many elders of Jianmen Sect who uses a sword, and he is also a sword fanatic.

"Master, are you saying that Fan Li has comprehended the sword intent?!" Qin Xiaoran was shocked. "How is this possible? She is still so young! Isn't it said that only those above the Nascent Soul stage can comprehend the sword intent?"

Elder Xuan said firmly: "I am not so confused that I can't even distinguish the real and fake sword intent."

Qin Xiaoran was suddenly speechless.

The sword has its own sword meaning, and the knife has its own knife meaning.

However, the difficulty of comprehending the meaning of the sword is not on the same level as that of the meaning of the sword. It is no exaggeration to say that it is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

This also explains why sword cultivation is the majority in the world of immortal cultivation and is the mainstream.

Because there are too few true swordsmen, and those who can comprehend the meaning of the sword are even rarer. Elder Xuan has only seen two of them in his long life.

One is Huanyue Sanren.

There is another one, who is the legendary sword saint Xie Wuchen who practices the ruthless way.

Huan Yue San Ren is dead and the whereabouts of Sword Saint Xie Wu Chen is unknown.

Elder Xuan never expected that he would meet a third person who had comprehended the meaning of the sword in his lifetime.

He was in the cave when he noticed someone wielding a sword, so he hurried over.

Before coming, he took it for granted that this person must be his favorite disciple Qin Xiaoran. He was so happy that he even forgot how to get to the martial arts field.

After all, there are only a few sword cultivators in the entire Jianmen, and the most promising one is Qin Xiaoran.

But when I got there I found out it wasn’t, alas!

It was not Qin Xiaoran, nor was she a member of Jianmen Sect, but a young girl who had just started out from Tianji Sect!

Elder Xuan was suddenly filled with mixed emotions, envy, jealousy and hatred.

Why does the Tianji Sect have so many geniuses!

Xiu Mu couldn't help but sigh: "Junior Sister Fan is so amazing. We haven't even comprehended the sword intent yet, but she has already comprehended the knife intent!"

What’s even more amazing is that even a senior like Elder Xuan was unable to comprehend the meaning of the sword!

Yang Zetian couldn't help but smack his lips: "Comparing yourself to others is really frustrating."

Lu Xingran had long been numb. Even if Fan Li were to become a god immediately, she wouldn't feel the slightest bit of emotion.

Now Qin Xiaoran was completely convinced.

Seeing Qin Xiaoran's dejected look, Elder Xuan had no choice but to reprimand his disciple.

"I told you to be so complacent and think you are the best in the world. Now you know there are always people better than you!"

Qin Xiaoran lowered her head and said awkwardly, "I know I was wrong."

Elder Xuan said: "Now that you know you are wrong, do you know what to do next?"

"Disciple knows!" Qin Xiaoran promised with a blazing gaze, "I will go back and practice harder! I will work hard to comprehend the sword intent!"

"Come back here!" Elder Xuan grabbed her by the back of the collar, looking very disappointed in her.

Qin Xiaoran looked puzzled: "What's wrong?" Is it wrong to practice hard?"

Elder Xuan knocked on her forehead and said angrily: "There is a ready-made example in front of you, and you are still working on it behind closed doors, you idiot!"

Qin Xiaoran's eyes lit up: "Yes!"

After saying that, Qin Xiaoran disappeared in the martial arts arena like a gust of wind and chased after Fan Li.

Elder Xuan shook his head.

"I don't understand." Yang Zetian said, "Junior Sister Fan is so powerful, why was she expelled from the sect?"

Lu Xingran sarcastically said, "Perhaps it is because Fan Li is extremely talented that he realizes that he is unworthy of his position and is not worthy of teaching such a genius, so he does this."

If someone else said this, Yang Zetian would definitely not believe it, but since the person who said this was the senior sister, he would believe it no matter how outrageous it was.

"I see..."

When Elder Xuan learned that the person who had just swung the sword was a disciple of Master Yunmeng, he suddenly understood.

Huanyue Sanren is the Taoist companion of Yunmeng Zhenren, and Fan Li is his disciple, so Huanyue must be Fan Li's master's wife... In this case, it doesn't seem so strange that Fan Li can comprehend the meaning of the sword.

Wait, why did Master Yunmeng reject the genius? Did his brain become damaged after he reached the stage of spiritual transformation?

Elder Xuan naturally didn't believe Lu Xingran's words.

Never mind, never mind what the reason is!

Elder Xuan was overjoyed, that was great. Fan Li had no master, so he must take the initiative and make this treasure his disciple!

Then Elder Xuan was blown away like a gust of wind, and the three people who were left there were confused.

They are indeed master and disciple, their styles of doing things are so similar.