"I think you should be careful."

Seeing Jiang Xiangyin being quite confident, He Ming was not easy to persuade him, but he couldn't help but mention it.

"After all, we didn't expect that Hua Lingling could really go together with Xia Yan."

"In addition, she has more immortal weapons now, this..."

"It doesn't matter, Master."

Jiang Xiangyin was open-minded, "So what about the immortal weapon? So what about Xia Yan?"

"We have been planning between you and me for almost thirty years. Could it be that she can turn the tables with these things?"

He smiled and said, "Where do I crush her in terms of cultivation and background?"

"I admit that Xia Yan is powerful and is a genius. But the rules of Wanren Hanmang Mountain are here, so he can't help Hua Lingling come to the stage to hit me, right?"

"Besides, there is not much time left for her."

"So, don't worry, you old man, neither my sect leader nor your Supreme Elder can escape."

"...Okay, don't worry if you do things."

With the reassurance he gave, Heming seemed to be much more relieved.

On the other hand, Xia Yan, led by Hua Lingling, visited various landscapes left by the old sect of Wanren Hanmang Mountain.

nice!

So fragrant!

This is not a description of the landscape, but a description of the flowers.

When he came, Xia Yan felt that she was a little different from usual, but he didn't realize why this was.

This stems from her dressing today.

In the past, when Xia Yan saw her, she was wearing sword suit.

But she changed her skirt today, wearing a very delicate long skirt.

The color of the skirt is as plain as ever, but it also makes her less cool as usual and more charming as a girl.

She looks very nice, and when the clothes look even more pleasing to the eye.

The skirt is zipped, and she practices sword skills on weekdays, and her unique bodybuilding figure in sports women is highlighted without reservation.

"Speaking of this, this is the first time I have seen you wear a skirt."

She walked on the road with her arms in her arms, Xia Yan laughed and joked, "Can it be just for me?"

"What are you thinking?!"

Hua Lingling looked up and gave him a blank look, "The main reason is that I want to take you to see the sect leader today, otherwise I won't wear such troublesome clothes."

"Besides, don't you men all like gentle girls more..."

The last sentence she said, the less she sounded.

"I actually do it."

Xia Yan smiled and stroked her hair, "And, you may not have anything to do with the word Wen Wan in your life."

"you!"

Hua Lingling blushed in shame and reached out to twist his waist hard.

But at the same time, she leaned into Xia Yan's arms intentionally or unintentionally.

Feeling her plump and elastic flesh, Xia Yan suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Just...what to say?

He himself is now regarded as the first person of the younger generation.

Xia Yan himself feels that he is not worthy of his name.

But before him, this title was given to Hua Lingling most of the time.

This is definitely officially certified.

After all, everyone can see the appearance of Miss Fighter on weekdays. She is heroic and arrogant and domineering. When she encounters something, she will go to death.

She even dared to express her feelings to herself in front of so many people.

But now, when it was their turn to be alone, she snuggled in her arms with a shy face, as clingy as a piece of calfskin candy.

Such a contrast made Xia Yan naturally feel a sense of conquest?

It may not be appropriate, but I believe you all understand Master Xia’s current feelings.

He enjoys it anyway.

Hua Lingling seems to be almost the same.

However, she did not forget her job and carefully introduced Xia Yan to every landscape she saw along the way.

Wanren Hanmang Mountain is a holy place for sword cultivators. The disciples in the sect only learn swords or things related to swords.

This makes this place less leisurely than Duxianmen, but more sharp and solemn.

Talk about love seems to be out of place.

However, it seems that no one thinks there is anything wrong with it.

When they see Hua Lingling's disciples, they will still salute her respectfully.

Their eyes were a little strange.

Respect may be just superficial, but surprise comes from the heart.

After all, Hua Lingling is now, it is not easy for anyone to connect her with the young master Hua who is outspoken and more manly than a man in her usual life.

It would be outrageous for her to find a man.

It would be even more outrageous that she could find Wan Jian Chaozong to be a man.

Feeling their strange eyes, Hua Lingling was a little proud.

"I'm here, there is the Burial Sword Pool in front of me!"

Pulling Xia Yan through a winding mountain road, the two of them came to a remote place.

The Burial Sword Pool has no water, but a pit slightly trapped into the ground.

Inside and outside the pit, there are densely filled with all kinds of rusty swords.

"Wow, what a strong sword intent."

Feeling the breath here, Xia Yan said half-jokingly, "You shouldn't go to Qingshakou, you should come here to find it. Maybe there is a peerless sword."

“There are indeed many here.”

Hua Lingling nodded, "But no matter how good the sword is, once you enter here, you will only end up being destroyed."

"Wouldn't that be a waste of resources?"

“That’s the rules.”

Hua Lingling said with emotion, "Those who are inserted here are all dead swords."

"If you come to Wanren Hanmang Mountain to challenge, or go out here to challenge others, their swords will be placed here."

"The candidates for the failed and dead sects... are the same."

That's really a bit cruel.

When he came, Xia Yan also learned about it. The ones placed in the Sect Master’s Hall were all the swords of previous Sect Masters.

The winner is respected.

The loser is in vain.

"Xia Yan, have you seen that place?"

Hua Lingling stretched out her hand and pointed, "I chose it in advance. If I lose, my sword will be buried there."

“Bad talk.”

Xia Yan flicked her forehead, "Why don't you expect Jiang Xiangyin's sword to lie there?"

"Who knows?"

"I know."

"Oh, you know what kind of immortal you are."

"Oh, I've discovered it."

Xia Yan smiled and rubbed her forehead, "I am a person who knows yin and yang and gossip, I say yes."

"...Stop, you are cheating!"

Hua Lingling let out a coquettish voice and laughed unconsciously.

The topic was originally quite serious, but if he stirred up this, how could there be that atmosphere?

"I know you believe me, but the world is still uncertain and nothing can be said."

Hua Lingling sighed lightly, "After all, this is the only thing that makes me a little afraid of death."

"so?"

"So...even if I really die, I have to try to experience as many things as I have never done."

“For example…”

She didn't say anything, but her eyes were easy to understand.

"It's right here?"

"That won't work, it's so disrespectful."
Chapter completed!