Su Qinwu didn't hear his response and asked again: "How many clothes have you brought in? How can you keep it so well?"

The young man smiled: "Not many, just a storage ring."

This time it was Su Qinwu's turn to be shocked.

A storage ring, just?

Su Qinwu expressed her shocked expression: "Does your family run an embroidery workshop? You can buy so many in just one hour..."

The young man's expression is innocent: "I don't like to repeat when I dress under my clothes."

Su Qinwu's eyes were rounded.

Is this the meaning of bringing so many clothes on the go?

She seemed to see the dawn of hope and asked excitedly: "Your clothes are automatically fit in your body, right? Have you any more worn them? Sell me a hundred...a thousand sets, thank you!"

The young man laughed: "There are not many clothes left in the underside, sorry."

Su Qinwu sighed: "Okay."

As he spoke, the sword energy of the clay man suddenly came from behind. Su Qinwu's injuries had not healed yet. He didn't want to fight them hard, but just took out the escape skills he had learned in the first gate to dodge left and right.

Four clay men surrounded her, and she couldn't even touch the corner of her clothes.

While flashing, Su Qinwu saw that the young people next to her were also avoiding the siege of other clay men, she couldn't help but ask: "Is there no way to stop them from resurrection?"

The young man shook his head: "No matter what method is used to kill them, they will double and resurrect for three hours. After that, they will be completely integrated into the soil and wait until the next day to be resurrected."

Su Qinwu immediately asked: "Is it useful to kill it when it is integrated into the soil?"

The young man shook his head: "Time is up, they will still be resurrected."

Su Qinwu raised her eyebrows and said, "Where are you imprisoned?"

The young man still shook his head: "Someone has tried it, but it still doesn't work."

Su Qinwu sighed.

So, you can only fight hard until you can kill them all with your strength?

Such a simple and crude person is indeed Chongyuan.

While speaking, a sword energy flashed across her sideways, and inadvertently saw three figures on the hillside ahead, and couldn't help but ask: "There are many people in this sect?"

The young man said: "Not many, about ten."

When the three people on the hillside saw her, they immediately turned around and flew towards her, bringing a large group of clay men who were chasing her.

Su Qinwu, who was already stretched, said: “…”

Turn around and run away decisively.

The person who came was two men and one woman. When Su Qinwu ran away, the woman quickly said, "Sister, wait a moment."

Su Qinwu didn't think she was calling her, and continued to run while avoiding the sword energy of the clay man.

The woman wanted to chase her, but she was almost cut off by the clay man who was sneaking up behind her. She suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and did not dare to do anything randomly. She just changed her name and said, "A girl in blue clothes, wait a moment."

Su Qinwu finally realized that she was calling her, and when she avoided the sword energy, she turned around: "Is there anything wrong?"

The eyes of the two men and one woman lit up together.

beauty!

No matter how high the cultivation level is, how beautiful the appearance is, how delicate the people usually look, after struggling in the trial gate for a year or two, they look similar to the beggars in the Eighteenth Domain.

Su Qinwu is different.

Her facial features cannot be picked out at all, her skin is as white as cream, like carefully carved jade, with a natural beauty.

The long dress with light blue dotted stars on her body was flying with the wind. The silver petals on the hem of the skirt were blown off by the wind, so beautiful that it was like a fairy who came to earth from all over the world.

The world is dark and vast? She is the only bright color.

The woman praised: "Girl, you are very good. Do you want to join us?"

While they were looking at Su Qinwu, Su Qinwu was also looking at them.

These three people obviously didn't prepare enough before entering the door, and they looked a little gray now - put it outside? They might be rejected by the waiter who is looking down on the dog at any time.

She didn't know what their purpose was? Just as she was considering how to respond, the woman asked eagerly: "Girl? I haven't seen you before. Did you just come through the first door?"

Su Qinwu replied: "Yes."

The woman laughed and said, "My name is Zhou Niang? I thought I was the last one to pass the level, but I didn't expect you to be later... What kind of cultivation do you have? Do you want to form a team with us?"

Su Qinwu raised her eyebrows: "Get a team?"

The woman sighed and said, "The trialists who came in were either killed or had already gone to the next door? As far as I know, there are only a dozen people in this door? There are thousands of clay men? If you are teaming with us, at least we can take care of each other and not lose our lives here."

She pointed to the two men beside her and said, "There are eight people in our team now? This is Huo Lang, Du Sijiong? Master Huo is the Sword Emperor? The rest of us at least have the cultivation of the Sword King. Do you also have the cultivation of the Sword King?"

Su Qinwu shook her head: "It's just the Eight-Star Sword Spirit."

The enthusiasm on the woman's face disappeared in an instant: "It turned out to be just a sword spirit? No wonder she was with that waste."

Su Qinwu: “…”

Huo Lang waved his hand: "Don't say that? Everyone comes from the sword spirit."

He said kindly: "You are young and have the cultivation of sword spirit, and your achievements will definitely be good in the future? If you are trapped here, it would be a pity. Follow me and I can take you to the next door."

After saying that, he waited leisurely for Su Qinwu to show a surprise expression, and then took the initiative to walk in front of him.

He believed that no one could refuse the Sword Emperor's kindness.

Especially for a young and beautiful girl like her.

pity--

The person standing in front of him was Su Qinwu.

Su Qinwu said lightly: "I appreciate your kindness? But I prefer walking alone."

Huo Lang was slightly stunned and immediately realized.

Beautiful girls are always praised too much by some idiots, thinking that they can get whatever they want... But how can she control the dignified Sword Emperor?

Huo Lang's face darkened: "You are very proud of your young man."

Zhou Niang stood beside her and said sourly: "Oh, you are still pretending! It is your blessing that Mr. Huo can look down on you. You still think that you are the eldest lady at home. If you don't want to wait for the clay man to kill you! If you are tactful, come over and apologize to Mr. Huo, please forgive me-"

Before he finished speaking, a stern sword energy swept across her cheeks.

Zhou Niang came back to her senses in a panic and saw only a few strands of hair falling.

Su Qinwu was just a sword spirit, young and gentle, looking too much like a vase. Zhou Niang didn't take her seriously. She was so powerful that she was both shocked and angry. Her face suddenly sank: "If you don't want toast, you will be punished for wine!"

She raised her hand and swung her whip, slapped Su Qinwu's face like a poisonous snake.

The distance of ten feet is almost a blink of an eye.

Everyone present looked at Su Qinwu at the same time, but found that she was not only not afraid, but also threw the sword in her hand back into the storage belt.

Everyone: "????"

Are you tired of living and want to die?
Chapter completed!