Along the way, Lan Sheng carried Zhao Zhao in his cub form and quickly arrived at the square where everyone was gathered. Except for Meng Xuan'an, all the other important figures were present.
Yuchi Huaili glanced at the two of them indifferently. Lan Sheng looked up fearlessly and raised his eyebrows slightly. Yuchi Huaili sighed again, but in the end he said nothing and waited silently for the other disciples to arrive.
Zhao Zhao gradually regained consciousness and smelled the aura of another sword spirit. He raised his eyes and turned his head, accurately locating a very advanced-looking spiritual sword in Yuchi Huaili's hand.
Yun Xu noticed Zhao Zhao's gaze and the sword glowed slightly as a greeting.
"Why don't you come out?" Zhao Zhao asked Yun Xu.
Yun Xu didn't react at all. Seeing Zhao Zhao was about to speak again, Lan Sheng silently covered Zhao Zhao's mouth and turned his head back.
"The Yunxu Sword is very serious. It won't come out easily without its master's summons. Don't provoke him."
“…”
"What's wrong?" Not hearing Zhao Zhao speak, Lan Sheng lowered his eyes and met the resentful Zhao Zhao's gaze.
Zhao Zhao said softly, "You mean to say that I'm not serious~"
"……No."
"snort."
"Oh, the little money-grubber is angry again?"
“…”
There was no other way, so Lan Sheng silently took out a spirit stone and gave it to him to apologize. After the money was in place, Zhao Zhao was instantly coaxed.
Lan Sheng suppressed his laughter. After all, which serious sword spirit loves money? Which serious sword spirit allows its master to carry it around? And which serious sword spirit doesn't like to return to its body but prefers to stay outside?
There is only this unique sword spirit in my own family.
Lan Sheng smiled helplessly, with tenderness in his eyes.
After all the disciples arrived, Lan Sheng and Pei Ze, along with a group of core disciples, immediately set off for Danzhou to participate in the battle between immortals and demons.
Yuchi Huaili stayed behind at the sect gate and watched them leave.
Zhao Zhao returned to Zhao Xue Sword, flying in front with Lan Sheng, and next to him was Pei Ze.
"Lan Sheng, this is one of the few times I take you flying."
In the spiritual sea, Lan Sheng, who was connected to Zhao Zhao's consciousness, clearly felt his excitement.
Yes, the sword spirit liked this kind of pleasure. After all, it was he who restrained Zhao Zhao.
I hope that after he recovers, he can take Zhao Zhao to travel around the world and roam the world with his sword.
At this time, the sun is rising, and the morning light shines on people, making them feel warm.
The disciples followed the two immortals, flying on their swords, their hair and clothes fluttering slightly in the air. They walked towards the sun, destined to win a future full of hope.
After a day of flying, all the members of Guiyun Sect who came to Danzhou to participate in the battle between immortals and demons arrived.
They are disciples of Guiyun and are currently residing in Yinyue Tower, next to which is Shixue Tower of Tianheng Sect, Yunhua Tower of Lingxiao Sect, and Linfeng Tower of Shengyin Sect.
Gradually, more and more people came and went, and the area that Danzhou had specially reserved for the battle between immortals and demons gradually became lively.
Due to the rules of the immortals and demons, private fighting is not allowed before the formal competition, so the situation seems relatively peaceful on the surface.
Looking down from Yinyue Tower, Zhaozhao seemed to see the figure of a demon cultivator from the demon world. He had a strong premonition that Su... Oh no, Yunzhi was there too.
Without saying anything, he went down.
Lan Sheng appeared behind him in an instant like a ghost, "Where are you going?"
"Find a friend to play with."
Zhao Zhao changed back into his teenage form and started running out.
Lan Sheng grabbed his collar from behind and said, "Stop, don't move. You can't go anywhere these days."
"Ah?" Zhao Zhao turned around, in disbelief, obviously very disappointed.
"Why?"
Lan Sheng sighed again, "Be obedient."
Seeing that he softened his tone, Zhao Zhao, who always responded to soft words and not hard ones, immediately obeyed him and lay down obediently by the window, observing the team of demon cultivators moving forward.
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