Xiao Ling was stunned when she heard this. She had been looking forward to Lu Tianjiao's return, but she had never thought about it carefully. What would she do if Lu Tianjiao really came back? Xiao Ling's eyes flickered, and she forced a smile and said, "If he comes back, I will definitely teach him a lesson. Who told him to leave without saying goodbye?"

She said this, but she didn't really have much confidence.

Because Xiao Ling didn't know how much weight he held in Lu Tianjiao's heart at this moment.

Mo Ziyan could tell that Xiao Ling was half joking, but she was still confused.

Anyone can see that Xiao Ling likes Lu Tianjiao. Now her pursuit has not yet borne fruit. If they can meet again after a long separation, she should be overjoyed. Why does she express her dissatisfaction with Lu Tianjiao's departure?

Perhaps because she had been focusing on cultivation for a long time after leaving Jiang Zhige, Mo Ziyan felt increasingly confused and complicated about the word love.

In the sky, Lu Tianjiao smiled bitterly as he listened to the conversation between the two women. He originally wanted to choose a suitable time to go over, but if he showed up at this time, he would most likely be scolded by the two women.

While the two women were talking, a very strong energy suddenly came towards them from the front.

Mo Ziyan's expression changed slightly, and she wanted to escape with Xiao Ling immediately, but she was swept by a terrifying pressure, and she could hardly move even a step even if she used all her strength.

Xiao Ling was even more shocked and didn't understand what was going on.

Two figures wearing white masks and white tights came from the front. One of them wore a crying face mask and the other wore a smiling face mask. The aura around them even surpassed that of the Soul-Breaking Realm.

The crying masked monk looked at Mo Ziyan and Xiao Ling from left to right and asked in a cold voice: "Which one of you is Mo Ziyan?"

"I am, who are you?"

Mo Ziyan's face looked ugly. She had made many enemies along the way, but she had never offended such a powerful and tyrannical person.

Judging from the power they released, the cultivation levels of the two white-robed monks before them were no weaker than Jiang Zhige back then.

The monk with the crying mask was quite unhappy. He crossed his arms and sneered, "You are about to die, and you still have the mind to ask us questions?"

Another monk in white with a smiling face mask bowed and explained, "Young lady, we are following orders. We heard that you are involved with the demon cultivator Jiang Zhige. Please come with us."

Mo Ziyan gritted her teeth, she hadn't seen Jiang Zhige for a hundred years, and yet she was still being implicated?

"Demon, demon cultivator? How is that possible? How could Zi Yan be related to a demon cultivator?"

Xiao Ling's face turned pale and his heart trembled uncontrollably.

She has been practicing for so many years and has seen many strong people, but even the sect leader is not as strong as the two people in front of her.

Faced with such a terrifying strong man seeking revenge, can Mo Ziyan still survive? The crying masked monk looked at Xiao Ling and snorted coldly: "How is it impossible? This person is the disciple of the demon cultivator!"

Xiao Ling was even more shocked and uneasy, and cast a questioning look at Mo Ziyan.

But Mo Ziyan lowered his head and said nothing, with no intention of explaining.

"No, that's impossible. Even if she has dealt with demonic cultivators before, Zi Yan is not a bad person. I believe her!"

Xiao Ling still couldn't believe it. In her impression, Mo Ziyan had always been gentle and considerate, and didn't seem like someone who would be associated with a violent and cruel demon cultivator.

The crying masked monk had murderous intent in his eyes and sneered, "What's the point of believing? Since you can go along with this guy, I'm afraid you are not a good person. It's better for you to die here today."

As he spoke, a white aura of light containing an aura of destruction condensed in his palm, and he raised his hand to hit Xiao Ling.

Mo Ziyan's expression changed drastically. She tried to block the spiritual light, but the two white-robed monks were too strong. The pressure alone made it difficult for her to move.

At this moment, a sword light flashed, instantly shattering the spiritual light filled with destructive aura.

"who?!"

The two monks in white immediately became alert and turned around to look around.

"You want to kill people if you don't agree with them. Is this your intention to slay evil and eliminate demons?"

Hearing the sound, several people looked up into the sky, and saw a handsome young man in a blue and white robe walking towards them.

"Who are you to dare to speak so arrogantly here?"

The monk with the crying face mask had a grim look in his eyes, and two rays of light condensed in his palms again.

"It's Ruwei Jianxin? Who are you?"

The monk with the smiling mask was quite puzzled and looked at the person who came carefully with a frown.

The man who came was only at the Transcendent Realm, but judging from his previous attack, he had already reached the sword heart realm where his mind could cut through the sky and his thoughts were clear.

The way of sword is divided into six realms from easy to difficult: sword energy, sword intention, sword momentum, sword heart, sword body, and sword master. It is further divided into five levels from low to high, namely entry, minor success, subtlety, major success, and perfection. Only when one reaches at least the Dao seed realm can one possibly practice the sword energy realm.

Comprehending the way of the sword requires great talent. Most sword practitioners in the Transcendent Realm can only reach the Sword Force Realm, and it is difficult for the great masters in the Myriad Realm to cultivate the Sword Heart. However, the young man in front of him only has the Transcendent Realm cultivation base, but he can reach the Sword Heart Realm.

"Tianyun Pavilion, Lu Tianjiao."

Lu Tianjiao held the sword in one hand and put it behind his back, his body like a sharp sword pointing straight to the sky.

The two white-robed monks looked at each other in confusion.

Logically speaking, such a genius must be famous all over the world, but they seem to have never heard of this name.

Lu Tianjiao felt secretly helpless. In the past few years, he had been protecting Tianyun Pavilion. In recent years, he followed Jiang Zhige and lived in hiding. He had no time to make a name for himself in the outside world.

"Lü Tianjiao! You bastard, you didn't leave at all. You were watching from the sky the whole time, right?"

Xiao Ling at the back was in no mood to care about Lu Tianjiao's swordsmanship level. She looked at Lu Tianjiao's back with tears in her eyes.

Being able to arrive so timely and appear in the sky, Lu Tianjiao was obviously not far away.

Hearing this, Lu Tianjiao immediately looked guilty. He did not dare to look back at Xiao Ling, and smiled awkwardly: "How is that possible? If I hadn't left, why didn't I come back to see you?"

"Asshole! Do you know how tormenting it was for me to live those seven days that passed in the blink of an eye in your eyes?"

"Miss Xiao, please listen to my explanation. I didn't mean to do that. I was out taking care of some trivial matters when I encountered an accident on the way."

Lu Tianjiao was about to explain why he had been away for seven days when he suddenly heard Xiao Ling's suppressed crying behind him.

"Lü Tianjiao, I know you may not like me, and I have no right to persuade you to stay by my side."

"But at least, at least say hello to me before you leave."

This time, Xiao Ling's voice was much weaker, but the trembling cry in her words could not be concealed no matter what.

Lu Tianjiao's face turned pale. He lowered his head, tightly gripping the hilt of the sword with his right hand, not knowing how to respond to Xiao Ling.