"Fourth Senior Brother, no... Zhang Hanxiao, you lose."
Li Qingran looked at Zhang Hanxiao who was lying on the ground, and the depression in his heart was suddenly cleared away, and he felt much more relaxed.
The entire sect square was silent, and everyone was staring at this scene in amazement.
The fluctuations of Li Qingran's spiritual energy clearly showed that he had completed his Qi training, but Zhang Hanxiao, who was in the foundation-building stage, was no match for Li Qingran? Even though Zhang Hanxiao finally released the suppression of his cultivation, and even though his flying sword broke... he shouldn't have been defeated like this.
Zong Wu Duantian was also stunned. He twisted his stiff neck and asked the Taoist Qingxuan beside him: "Elder Qingxuan, was Li Qingran really stripped of his spiritual roots and his Dantian destroyed?"
At first, he actually thought that these punishments were a bit excessive, but according to the rules of Qingyun Sect, each peak should take care of its own affairs, and the sect should take care of all. In addition, Taoist Qingxuan was the strongest and had some relationship with the Qingyun Patriarch, so he turned a blind eye.
Now he was a little confused.
His personal disciple Zhao Lingtian's Dantian was also destroyed, and the spiritual energy he cultivated would gradually be lost, and he had no fighting power at all. How could Li Qingran, whose Dantian was destroyed, still beat Zhang Han, who was in the foundation-building stage, into this state? This is too fierce!
Taoist Qingxuan stared at Li Qingran without saying a word.
He was not only shocked by Li Qingran's explosive fighting power, but also by Li Qingran's mastery of the Small Wuxiang Sword.
I vaguely remember that Li Qingran had consulted him many times, but 놙놆's understanding of swordsmanship was really limited. Li Qingran still couldn't understand it after he explained it several times. Gradually, he became impatient with Li Qingran and asked Li Qingran to think independently or ask Lu Changtian.
When Li Qingran left Chixiao Peak, the Little Wuxiang Sword had only achieved minor success. But now he could use the "Shadows of the Trees", which meant he had at least achieved major success. Although the Little Wuxiang Sword was not a very advanced sword technique and had reached a certain level, it was not something that could be achieved from minor success to major success in just a few months.
"Junior Brother Zhang!"
"Fourth Brother!"
Seeing Zhang Hanxiao being knocked to the ground, Lu Changtian and others immediately surrounded him.
Yun Zimo helped Zhang Hanxiao up, and Xiao Yifeng took out a healing pill and stuffed it into Zhang Hanxiao's mouth to help him practice qigong and regulate his breathing.
Mu Baishuang was in tears, she buried her head in Zhang Hanxiao's chest and cried, "Brother, it's all my fault. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken your sword. If you had that sword, you wouldn't have been injured like this..."
But I was thinking in my heart.
Fortunately, Zhang Hanxiao gave her the sword, otherwise it would be useless now? The sword in Li Qingran's hand was obviously a good thing, and even if she changed the sword, it would probably be chopped off.
She became even more confused and a little panicked.
What happened to Li Qingran's body?
Who is the great monk standing behind her?
Will the other party see through her disguise?
No, her identity must not be revealed!
The young master is now approaching his birthday, she must try her best to help the young master fight for a chance, wait for the young master to break through the bottleneck and then contact the closed ancestor, then they will still have a chance to rise!
Mu Baishuang secretly thought that she should keep a low profile and immediately stood up from Zhang Hanxiao's body. She lowered her head and pretended to cry as she hid behind Lu Changtian.
"Li Qingran, you've gone too far." Lu Changtian pointed at Li Qingran with a stern expression, "No matter what, Zhang Hanxiao is your former senior brother. How could you be so cruel?"
"Poisonous hand?" Li Qingran spread his hands and shook his head: "I have practiced Qi cultivation, not foundation building. I can hurt him to the limit, don't you think I can still seriously injure him and make him unconscious?"
Lu Changtian opened his mouth, speechless.
He turned around and looked at the 'unconscious' Zhang Hanxiao.
Seeing Zhang Hanxiao's face flushed like a brick, how could he not know that this junior fellow was pretending to faint? His external injuries were indeed serious, but he was certainly not unconscious. He was unwilling to accept the fact that Li Qingran had made him like this.
"Li Qingran, has your Dantian been repaired?"
Taoist Qingxuan, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said something.
The relatives and friends of Chixiao Peak were stunned and stared at Li Qingran. Mu Baishuang also poked half of her head out from behind Lu Changtian.
"Thanks to your kindness, I was able to recover my Dantian." Li Qingran smoothed the hair around his ears, held the scabbard with one hand, stared at his toes with lowered eyes, two blushes quietly creeping up his ears, no longer the indifferent look he had before.
Everyone's attention was on her words, and no one noticed her little girl attitude, except Mu Baishuang, who narrowed her eyes.
Women understand women best.
She didn't know what happened to Li Qingran during this time.
But she could see that Li Qingran now had some special feelings for the mysterious monk.
I just don't know how that monk treats Li Qingran...
This is a bit troublesome.
If that cultivator's target is also Li Qingran's Taiyin body, then with her current strength, how can she compete with this old monster?
Mu Baishuang bit her lip, rolled her eyes, and made up her mind.
"Senior Sister Qingran." She stepped out from behind Lu Changtian and said timidly, "I heard from Master before that repairing Dantian requires an extremely precious elixir called Hunyuan Butian Pill. This elixir has been lost, and only this elixir can repair Dantian...
What I want to say is, has Senior Sister's Dantian really been restored? You must be careful of people with ulterior motives, who may give Senior Sister a false impression on the surface, but actually steal something else from Senior Sister Mo..."
"Shut up!"
Before Mu Baishuang could finish her words, a fierce murderous aura rushed over her face, suppressing all the words from her lips.
Li Qingran tightly grasped the Suxian sword, his knuckles turned white, and his body trembled slightly: "Senior, you have been very kind to me, how can you slander me at will?"
Mu Baishuang was so frightened that her face turned pale. She waved her hands and said, "Ah, I'm sorry, Master, Senior Sister, I'm really worried about you..."
bass--!
In response to Mu Baishuang's question, there was a sword chant.
Li Qingran lowered her head, with one side of her hair raised, and her Suxian sword was unsheathed.
A sword light flew diagonally towards Mu Baishuang.
Without holding back, he went straight for Mu Baishuang's throat.
Mu Baishuang didn't move.
She closed her eyes pitifully.
She knew someone would make a move before her.
This way her true colors won't be exposed.
Bang bang——!
The sword was indeed taken.
Mu Baishuang opened her eyes, and Yun Zimo, the first direct disciple of Chixiao Peak, stood in front of her.
Li Qingran and Yun Zimo looked at each other.
The senior brother who once protected her behind his back now stared at her with hatred.
How ironic...
But it doesn't matter.
She doesn't need to worry about that now.
She no longer has to live for anyone.
She is just herself——Li Qingran.
No longer someone's junior sister, no longer someone's former disciple of Chixiao Peak, no longer someone's you, me, or him. If I really want to bloom for someone now, it's not worth it for my predecessor.
Li Qingran touched the tassel of the Suxian Sword, his eyes becoming increasingly cold and indifferent as memories flashed through his mind, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised:
"Yun Zimo, since you have come forward now...
It starts with you.
Continue to liquidate! "
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