Wei Yuan turned around in surprise and looked at him. Who is this woman? Even Fu Qiu Nuan's arrogant personality is so submissive in front of her.

Just as Wei Yuan was still wondering about the woman's identity, the third figure walked out of the cottage. It was a middle-aged man with a plain appearance, a plain dress, a slightly pale face, and seemed to be injured.

But at the moment when the injured man walked out of the cottage, Wei Yuan immediately turned his eyes to him, and a look of vigilance flashed in his eyes.

The powerful aura that Wei Yuan had just felt was emitted from this man. Now that he walked out of the cottage, Wei Yuan's feelings became clearer. Not only was there a thick mist of Taoism on his body, but in Wei Yuan's view, the man stood there as if he was a sword, a dangerous sword that was trapped in the scabbard, waiting for an opportunity to move.

After the man walked out of the cottage, he first turned his head and looked at Wei Yuan, smiled, and then he possessed himself in the white-clothed woman's ear and whispered a few times. After that, he turned around and left the cottage, his figure flashed and disappeared on the mountain path.

Taking advantage of this space, Fu Qiu Nuan hurriedly appeared beside Wei Yuan and whispered, "Sister Leng is one of the three masters of Fu Qiu. She has the highest realm and the strongest strength. She is also a direct child of Fu Qiu like me. Don't offend her. If you argue with her, I can't protect you."

Hearing this, Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at the direction where the middle-aged man left, and asked with a smile, "I guess the one who left just now is the Jiannu."

Fu Qiu Nuan nodded slightly, "Yes, that's Jiannu. Sister Leng has been learning sword skills from Jiannu. Although I have learned some of them, there is still a big gap compared to Sister Leng."

As soon as she finished speaking, Fu Qiu Leng turned his head and looked here. She did not scold her naughty sister anymore. She just looked up and down at Wei Yuan and said softly, "Jian Nu just now told me that your sword skills should be good. I wonder if you are interested in discussing it?"

Hearing this, Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and was a little confused. Fu Qiu Nuan beside him whispered, "Sister Leng is a sword fool. She always likes to fight. She can be said to be invincible among the younger generation in Taolin."

"Now Sister Leng, like me, also wants to leave Taolin and go to Xiling Taisui Palace to find Wei Yuan, who shined in the martial arts performance in the Heavenly Palace, to compete with each other."

Fu Qiu Nuan explained in a low voice.

After hearing these words, Wei Yuan narrowed his eyes and felt helpless in his heart. This is really "there are so many things that people are famous."

Without waiting for Wei Yuan to prepare, Fu Qiu Leng slowly pulled out the long sword from his waist and muttered to himself, "Originally, my target was Sikong Duoyue from Leiyin Palace. He was mastered by the God Lord Li Xuantu and his sword skills were wise. But he didn't expect that he would lose, and he lost to someone from Xiling Taisui Palace."

As he said this, the sword edge was unsheathed, and Fuqiu Leng's long sword thrust, and continued, "When I was in the main hall of the mountain master, I heard from the boxing slave that you were from Xiling, and I must be familiar with the Wei Yuan, the leader of martial arts. The boxing slave said that you have a stable heart, and the sword slave said that you have extraordinary sword skills. Before facing Wei Yuan, I want to experience Xiling's profound sword skills!"

Hearing this, Wei Yuan smiled helplessly, "A merely a casual cultivator, where did you come from the advanced sword skills? I don't think there is any need to practice it. You have no eyes on the sword..." "If you don't dare to draw your sword, what qualifications do you have to fight for the position of the sword slave? Not everyone can be the seven slaves in Taolin."

Hearing this, Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows, then sighed helplessly, slowly pulled out the ox on his waist, and smiled, "Since that's the case, it's better to obey your orders than to be respectful. Miss Leng, be careful..."                                                                                               

The doctor raised his hand and stroked the broken hair on his forehead, then turned to look at Fu Qiu Leng, and spoke, "Mr. Leng, this is a medicine pavilion. There are several medicinal materials around it. The mountain master specifically told me to take good care of me. The two are excellent in swordsmanship. If the herbs are accidentally broken, the doctor slave may not be able to explain to the mountain master."

Hearing this, Fu Qiu's cold brows slightly clumped, but he had no intention of going alone. He just nodded slightly, then put away his long sword, turned to look at Wei Yuan, "Tomorrow morning, I will wait for you to compete in Fengyuping, Beimen."

After saying this, she ignored whether Wei Yuan knew where Fengyuping in Beimen was, so she turned around and flew away.

"Oh roar!"

After Fu Qiu Leng left, before Wei Yuan could react, Fu Qiu Nuan beside him came forward with a smirk, "Poor man, you are so pitiful. As soon as he arrived in Taolin, he was targeted by Sister Leng."

As she said that, she hurriedly comforted her, "Don't worry, you are not the first one. Which of the disciples sent by the sect who wanted to run for the position of Sword Slave were not taught a lesson by Sister Leng. Only those monks who could safely survive over a hundred tricks in her hands will be selected to compete for the position of Sword Slave."

Hearing this, Wei Yuan asked curiously, "I wonder how many people have the qualifications to compete for the position of Sword Slave so far?"

"not much."

Fu Qiu Nuan shook her head slightly, raised her hand and gestured, "There are only seven people, plus you only have eight."

"So little!"

Wei Yuan was a little surprised. This was a hundred times more stringent than choosing core disciples in the Heavenly Palace.

Fu Qiu Nuan patted Wei Yuan on the shoulder and smiled, "Sister Leng, even the sword slave thinks he is a person with excellent talent in swordsmanship. He has not taken a step in the peach forest for so many years, and is immersed in swordsmanship. It is not that easy to deal with. If his strength is slightly insufficient, he will be interrupted by her. Don't expect that you are my friend and she will show mercy and ask for more blessings."

As he said this, Fu Qiu Nuan turned his head and looked at the blue-shirted doctor slave and said, "Doctor slave, show him the injury. Anyway, it was because of saving me. I can't let him go and fight Sister Leng tomorrow with his injuries."

Hearing this, the doctor slave turned his head and looked at Wei Yuan for the first time. He just swept up and down and said in his chest, "The breath is a little disordered. It should be that he was hit on the back by the breath of a strong man in the Eternal Realm. Seeing your eyes slightly dissipated, the soul sea seemed to be a little damaged."

Wei Yuan was shocked. He just took a look and could tell his injuries so accurately. Although this medical slave had not reached eternal life, his unique skill was enough for her to gain a foothold in the vast world.

Fu Qiunuan immediately stood up with a little proud look on her chest and smiled, "How is it?"
Chapter completed!