Mo Yan almost applauded Fuling after hearing this. The junior sister is really promising. Not only is she good-looking, she is also very clear-headed.

It's a pity that he is the disciple of that lunatic Xuan Wei. If he had been an ordinary inner disciple, he would have abducted this girl when he left.

"Then I'll take action seriously, junior sister, take over!" Mo Yan held a long flute, put it to his lips, and as the music sounded, he attacked Fuling from all directions.

This is where Yin Xiu is so powerful, and why Miaoyin Peak is the most prosperous among the Zixiao Sect.

The sound of music is an attack wherever it goes. It is as pervasive as the air, making it difficult for people to defend against it.

It's okay for a low-level music cultivator that the attack power of music is not strong, but for a high-level music cultivator, it's no problem to massacre an entire city with one song.

As a rookie sword cultivator with little combat experience, Fuling knew very little about music cultivators. She only felt the sound of Mo Yan's flute, and her whole body felt as painful as being cut by a knife.

She opened her sleeves and saw that the skin on her arms was already bruised. The pain on her body was not her imagination.

She didn't know how to dodge Mo Yan's attack, so she didn't think much and rushed straight towards Mo Yan with her sword.

"Fu Ling, oops, the closer to the sound of the flute, the stronger the attack, so you can't charge forward!" Song Minmin looked anxiously under the ring. She was Yin Xiu and she knew what Yin Xiu's attacks were like.

Fu Ling and Mo Yan were already very different in cultivation. Fu Ling's body would definitely not be able to withstand the continuous attack of the flute. At this time, it was time to distance herself from Mo Yan. If she stood further away, the sound of the music would weaken the power of the attack.

Just wait until Mo Yan's mana is used up before fighting him.

"Don't worry, Miss Fuling can even get through asking questions about one's mind. Miss Song has the second spirit root, so she should understand the power of asking about one's mind better than me, right?" Xin'er said calmly.

When Song Minmin heard this, it made sense. Wen Xinlu was really unkind to disciples like them who were not talented enough. If she hadn't relied on her full love for the master of Miaoyin Peak, she would never have been able to go up the mountain.

"Hmph, it's amazing that you have a different spiritual root. You look down on me because I have a second spiritual root!" Song Minmin and Xin'er didn't get along peacefully for a while before they immediately turned against each other.

When Mo Yan saw Fu Ling rushing toward him, he stood still and didn't move. He was very confident in the attack power of his music, and Fu Ling's sword couldn't get close to him at all.

The next second, Fu Ling's sword stabbed near Mo Yan's neck. After staying for a moment, she turned to pick the flute in Mo Yan's hand.

"Bang -" the crisp sound of the jade flute falling to the ground sounded particularly clear after the music stopped abruptly.

Mo Yan couldn't even react. He actually lost!

"Win, win! Poria wins!" Song Minmin shouted subconsciously.

Xin'er also pursed her lips and smiled, "Now let's see who still looks down on Miss Fuling. She can defeat a senior brother who is in the late stages of Qi training just after he started. Miss Fuling, a direct disciple of Master Xuanwei, is certainly worthy of it."

"Those who just said that Fu Ling is not qualified, why don't you go up and fight with this senior who is in the late stage of Qi training? You can beat this senior like Fu Ling before you say this."

Song Minmin glanced around at the surrounding disciples, who were so frightened that they quickly ran away.

"Junior sister, are you injured?" After Mo Yan reacted, instead of regretting his loss to Fuling, the first thing he thought about was whether Fuling was seriously injured.

It was just a competition in the ring, but Fu Ling tried too hard and actually rushed towards him despite his attack. It was a desperate attack. It was entirely possible that the attack power of his flute could kill a disciple who was in the early stage of Qi training.

Fu Ling shook her head and replied: "Senior brother, don't worry, I only suffered some superficial injuries."

Mo Yan didn't believe it, he insisted that Fu Ling stretch out his hand to show him.

Fu Ling rolled up a small section of her sleeves, revealing her wrists and backs covered in bruises, which looked a little scary.

"Can this also be called a skin injury?" Mo Yan suddenly seemed to be able to understand why Xuan Wei wanted to accept this little girl with four spiritual roots as his disciple.

He didn't take it seriously when he was beaten half to death. This style was indeed in line with sword cultivators.

"Senior brother, it's really okay. I was injured more seriously than this when I was on the journey to ask the mind, and I recovered quickly." As she said this, she took out a bottle of elixir with the words Su Wenfeng printed on it from her storage bag.

Take the medicine, pour one out and take it.

"Fu Ling, what kind of elixir are you taking?" Song Minmin jumped on the ring and walked over to ask, with Xin'er behind her.

"Buyuan Dan." Poria replied.

"One Yuan-Building Pill for several hundred middle-grade spiritual stones? Did you get it from Suwenfeng?" Song Minmin exclaimed exaggeratedly.

It's not that Song Minmin didn't have Yuan Buying Pill herself. It was the best pill for treating trauma. When she went out, her father forced her to stuff a bottle. But the problem was that she clearly saw the bottle containing the pill in Poria's hand.

The words Su Wenfeng.

"Yes." Fu Ling nodded. She rummaged through her storage bag and took out a bunch of bottles and cans, and asked: "Is the Buyuan Pill so expensive? In addition to the Buyuan Pill, I also received some other things.

Pill."

Seeing Fu Ling take out a pile of valuable and unmarketable elixirs as if digging out jelly beans, Song Minmin, Mo Yan, and Xin'er were speechless for a moment.

"Is this really what the stingy Su Wenfeng sent to you? I went there a few days ago and they gave me three Yuanhui Dan. Those things are only worth ten low-grade spiritual stones." Mo Yan, the undercover agent, knew about Su Wen.

Those girls in Feng are so stingy.

"I'm a little better than my senior brother. I received six Yuan Hui Dan." Xin'er said.

"I only had half a life left after I came out of Wenxin Road, and they sent me away with just one Huiyuan Pill!" Song Minmin was so angry that Su Wenfeng was clearly discriminating against her!

Fu Ling: "Uh..." Fu Ling didn't know what to say.

"Junior Sister, please hide these elixirs quickly. These elixirs are worth a lot of money. If someone is interested in seeing them, they may be harmful to you." Mo Yan reminded.

Mo Yan didn't know what he was doing. He was an undercover agent and he still cared about whether his sect's junior sister would be in danger, which really left him free.

Fuling obediently took back all the elixirs. She didn't know much about the prices in the world of cultivation, but since everyone said they were expensive, it seemed that the elixirs given to her by Master Chan Yue were really expensive.

Seeing Fuling acting like she would just listen to whatever he said, Mo Yan couldn't help but worry for Fuling. This little girl didn't look very smart. If he was a bad person, this little girl would definitely be fooled. It was really

It makes people worry.

"But Miss Fuling, are you really okay? Do you feel like fainting or something?" Xin'er asked worriedly.

"It's completely fine. This injury will heal soon. Look." Fu Ling showed the injuries on her hands to everyone. At this time, the purple scars on her hands were obviously much lighter than before.

Seeing this scene, Mo Yan and the other three were filled with jealousy. Su Wenfeng was partial to Su Wenfeng! The Bu Yuan Pill given to Poria was so useful. The speed at which the wound healed was simply amazing.

Poria spent the whole afternoon in the martial arts arena. When she left the martial arts arena and returned to her hut in Lingyan Peak, it was already sunset.

"Xiao Yu'er, I probably made a friend today. Zixiao Sect is a very good place. It would be great if my brother could also become a disciple of Zixiao Sect." Fuling squatted by the small pond at the door of the house for a while.

The crimson glow dyed the entire sky orange-red, dyed a pool of clear water a beautiful and warm orange, and made the golden koi in the pond shine even more golden.

"Are you stupid? If you talk to a fish and it doesn't understand what you say, you might as well talk to me." The system laughed at Fuling.

"It understands." As soon as Fuling finished speaking, the golden little koi started to circle in the water in response to Fuling's words.
Chapter completed!