Zhao Zhao stared at the sword spirit's familiar face with wide eyes, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.
"System, why is Su here?"
The system silently cleared away his remaining emotions once again and said, "He's not Su, he's the sword spirit of the demon cultivator. He and Su just have the same appearance. Host, don't get excited."
Zhao Zhao touched his chest in confusion. Why was he so excited just now?
Nan Qing immediately recognized him as the spirit of the immortal cultivator's sword, and pulled Yunzhi, who was still floating in the air, and moved him several meters away.
I looked behind him warily, fearing that someone might be behind him.
"Who are you."
Nan Qing turned around and saw that the sword spirit in his arms, which was cold to him, was actively talking to another sword spirit.
Zhao Zhao looked at his face and her mood improved unconsciously. She smiled and said, "I am Zhao Zhao."
"Zhao Zhao." Yunzhi silently repeated Zhao Zhao's name, his eyes fixed on him.
Looking at his smiling face, I asked again, "What do you mean by 'tracing'?"
Zhao Zhao was surprised. She didn't expect that he heard it clearly. She said perfunctorily, "Nothing, nothing."
"All right."
Nan Qing, watching Yunzhi and the little sword spirit talking and answering, could not help but grit his teeth, "Yunzhi, we have to leave."
Yunzhi looked at him with compassion and pointed at Zhaozhao, saying, "Okay, you can take him with you."
Nan Qing: ??? Ancestor, what did you say?
Zhao Zhao stood on the grass, tilting his head slightly. He looked at Nan Qing and said, "Brother, your aura is very strange. You don't seem to be a cultivator."
Nan Qing, seeing he was exposed, was no longer as anxious as before. He grinned maliciously and asked provocatively, "Oh? So what?"
"So you're going to die."
In an instant, everyone present looked towards the source of the voice.
Zhao Zhao turned around with a very happy look on her face, and suddenly threw herself into the arms of the man behind her, "Lan Sheng, you finally found me."
Lan Sheng picked him up and said unhappily, "Who jumped out without making a sound?"
"Hehe." Zhao Zhao chuckled, then pointed at Nan Qing and said, "Lan Sheng, he seems to be a demon cultivator."
"Well, wait until I fix him."
Seeing that it was him, Nan Qing was not at all flustered, "Hey, isn't this Immortal Lan Sheng?"
If it was any other Immortal Lord, he might have been anxious, but it was different for Lan Sheng. He had heard that he was seriously injured and couldn't get out of bed, and was just holding on to stay alive.
It seems that there is no need to rush. What's more, he now has the sword spirit of Yun.
Lan Sheng looked at Nan Qing and curled his lips slightly. His eyes were cold and he sneered, "You demon cultivators are still as annoying as before. You don't know your place."
Zhao Zhao entered Zhao Xue tacitly, and the sword and spirit became one. Lan Sheng took the sword and slashed at Nan Qing casually. The powerful sword energy stunned Yun Zhisui, who was also a sword spirit.
“Oh shit!”
Nan Qing obviously underestimated Lan Sheng's strength, and did not expect the power of the Zhaoxue Sword.
So, without any hesitation, he used the Yunzhi Sword to block a sword light and then used the talisman to leave.
Lan Sheng did not chase after him. It was a turbulent time and there was no need to seek trouble. As for the matter of the demon cultivator trespassing into Guiyun Sect, he would leave it to Yuchi Huaili to handle.
The Zhaoxue Sword still shone with silver light. Lan Sheng patted him on the shoulder and said, "Put away your sword energy. There's no need to fight."
However, Zhao Zhao was not thinking about fighting. He had just exchanged a move with Yun Zhijian, and he clearly saw a huge ruby embedded in his sword.
So, Zhao Zhao became jealous and wanted it too.
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