After entering the island, various sects were led to different courtyards.

Everyone in the Qingliu Sword Sect walked along the way, except for the leader, everyone else looked up at the beautiful and romantic scenes along the way.

There are many dangerous peaks and high trees in the Sword Sect. Although there are flowers and plants, it is far behind the Snow Island covered by the sea of ​​flowers.

"There is no snow on the snow island. Here are spring all year round, and cherry blossoms are everywhere in the mountains and fields. The wind blows like snow falling all over the sky, so it is called the snow island." Senior Sister Mengran explained to everyone with a warm voice.

"Looking at the light on these trees, it is probably the spiritual array specially designed by Chuxue Island to enjoy flowers at night. It's really a clever idea."

Senior Sister Meng Ran's appreciation obviously pleased the disciples of Chuxue Island who led the way. The other party had a slight smug smile between his eyebrows and eyes. He thought about these sword cultivators, but he still knew the elegance...

Immediately afterwards, several straight men behind him stared at the sword with their swords in their arms, and spoke roughly to praise—

"nice."

"sharp."

Then it's gone.

If these uninteresting sword cultivators want to praise the flowers, they will never wait for them in their lives, but if they replace the flowers with swords, they may be able to write a book called "Three Hundred Love Poems in the World of Cultivation".

It was not until the disciples of Chujirishima took them to their place and left with a cold face that Senior Brother Bao Pilong asked curiously: "Aren't we all doing well on the way we just here? Why did we just owed him money?"

Wen Yun replied ashamedly: "We must have forgotten to keep him for dinner together!"

Senior Sister Meng Ran stared at these ignorant junior sisters and junior brothers with complicated eyes.

The advantage of genius is concentration, and the disadvantage is that it is too focused. Wen Yun really doesn't want to spend more time on things that have nothing to do with cultivation.

The next morning after coming to Chuxue Island, Wen Yun covered her lips and yawned all over the sky. She couldn't help but feel the habit she had developed for hundreds of years. She touched it again in the middle of the night last night and studied magic.

Ye Shubai looked at the stack of paper she had painted: "What is this?"

"On the way here, I found that there were formations everywhere in Chuxue Island." Wen Yun pointed to the light over there: "Look, the light will automatically go out when it is dawn, and it will light up again when it is dark. This is the same as the formation on the cherry blossom trees outside. There is also a sound insulation array in every room."

She gave a few more examples, and finally shed the paper at hand with excitement: "I studied all these formations thoroughly last night, and we can also arrange them on the tenth peak."

There is an unwritten rule in the formation path. If you crack the formation, you have the right to use the formation. However, the formation on Chuxue Island has always been tricky and weird. They have always cracked other formations and moved them back to Chuxue Island, but they did not expect that one day they would be empty by the sword cultivator whom they looked down upon.

The formations of the two worlds are similar but completely different. Wen Yun is now like a mouse falling into a granary, feeling satisfied and has solved more than a dozen spiritual formations.

Seeing Ye Shubai staring at the magic circle intently, she simply gave him all the drawn formations: "I'm so sleepy, go to bed for a while, remember to call me for lunch..."

Before she could finish her speech, the rough voice of Senior Brother Zhu Erchong came from outside.

"Junior Sister Wen!"

Wen Yun opened the door and spoke seriously with a hunched face: "Senior Brother Zhu, I have finished practicing swords before dawn. You can practice it yourself today."

Zhu Erchong was shocked: "The junior sister is so hard-working, because she is too lazy to be too lazy!"

The other senior brothers also exclaimed: "I am worthy of being the junior sister of the sword cultivator Guangwen, I will definitely keep up with you tomorrow!"

"Junior Sister Wen, remember to call me at the hour of tomorrow!"

Wen Yun: “…”

Sorry, I shouldn't have been talking about it.

Fortunately, Zhu Erchong spoke again: "I'll talk about sword practice tomorrow. Junior Sister Wen, we are not here to find you to practice sword today."

"That's it?"

Zhu Erchong's black face turned slightly red and he whispered: "Junior sister, do you still have spiritual jade on you?"

The other senior brothers behind also had expectations in their eyes.

Wen Yun did not disappoint them. She took out all her belongings, and the eyes of her senior brothers lit up instantly!

However, the next moment, the two low-grade spiritual jades with dim luster made everyone confused for a moment, and finally looked at Wen Yun with a dumbfounded look: "That's it?"

She had no choice but to nod her head ashamed: "That's all."

Although the sword cultivators are all poor, at least they are all personal disciples of the three major sects, so they are not as poor as this.

So the senior brothers were silent, and with sympathy, they took out some spiritual jade and stuffed it into Wen Yun's hand: "That's enough. Junior Sister Wen, let's go, senior brothers, take you to make a fortune."

"Get rich?"

Wen Yun never expected that what the senior brothers said about getting rich was actually a gamble, but the bet was not a card, but who would be the first name of this swordsmanship meeting.

The third son of the Wan family who was in charge was very tempting in the crowd: "This is the top 100 strength list of this sword competition. One bet only requires a top-grade spirit stone. If you hit a dark horse, hey, you might be able to turn it into tens of thousands or tens of thousands of spirit stones!"

"But Wansan, I think your odds are not high!"

Wan San narrowed his eyes and looked at the person talking, laughing: "That's because his strength is generally recognized as strong. It's not a very stable thing to suppress him? Although the odds are not high, you can put a thousand bets on it. If you add up, it will be high soon. If you don't have a deal, you will not have this store if you miss this village!"

The man was thoughtful and finally picked up a list of 100 people: "Give me one, I'll see who it is under."

There were also many people shouting to ask for it.

Wan San raised his hand and pressed it to everyone to calm down: "Close your mouth! I'll say a number-"

He looked around and picked up a stack of booklets: "A piece of top-grade spiritual jade...a book!"

The monks took mustard bags to buy booklets, and even Senior Brother Bao Pilong mixed in the crowd and bought the book back: "Come on, Senior Brothers, let's see who can make a fortune!"

Wen Yun also looked at it. The book was somewhat similar to what the ancestor of the Wan family gave her, but it was far less detailed than the thin book. It only listed the names and sects of each person, as well as a few simple sentences about strength.

The strength of everyone is also arranged in the order in which most people think.

As the most powerful force among the three major sects, the Qingliu Sword Sect was at the forefront of several sword cultivators who came to participate in the sword competition this time, except Wen Yun.

"Jiang Si is ranked first!"

Jiang Si showed his sharpness when he broke the formation yesterday, and his power shocked the world and slashed fifteen swords. Moreover, his cultivation level at the peak of the Golden Pill was also the highest among the contestants, ranking first in the teachings to convince people.

"Damn it, this year our sword cultivator was actually compared by the sword cultivator! I don't want to suppress him!"

"Hey, the second thing is that we thank our junior brother!"

Wen Yun raised his eyelids slightly, and he saw Xie Mian's name in the second position.

"Xie Mian, Qingliu Sword Sect, is twenty years old. The youngest son of the Xie family is unknown. He has heard of the golden elixir in the world for a long time."

In just a few words, Xie Mian now enjoys the reputation and status. Now everyone in the world knows this most amazing and genius boy.

She lowered her eyes as if nothing had happened, and covered up the fierce murderous intent that flashed through her eyes.

However, the senior brothers did not intend to suppress Xie Mian, nor were they even prepared to suppress their own family members.

In this regard, they explained: "We don't have many spiritual jades, and we won't make much money if we hit the previous names. Even if we practice swords once, we are not enough. It's better to press the ones behind, and we might make a big profit!"

“…”

Wen Yun didn't know whether they should praise them for being smart.

As a result, after a booklet was turned over, the last name was "Wen Yun"

"Wen Yun of Qingliu Sword Sect, 15 years old, has no cultivation, and is good at formation."

The sword cultivators looked up at Wen Yun's odds over there, and immediately became ecstatic: "Junior Sister Wen, there is no one to suppress you! Your odds are now more than 300 times!"

When others see that Wen Yun has no cultivation, even if they want to choose a dark horse, they will not suppress her.

The Qingliu Sword Sect is different. They have long seen Wen Yun’s powerful and terrifying strength in the sect competition. Whose master of these personal disciples is not a master of the God Transformation Stage? They have long known that Wen Yun has mastered the legendary sword intent transformation.

That is the ultimate of the legendary swordsmanship!

Junior Sister Wen just turned his sword intent and overturned the original genius, Senior Sister Liu, the genius of the sect. Now she gets up to practice swords before she crows every day. Wouldn’t it be more powerful than before?

In their opinion, Junior Sister Wen is not even worse than Junior Brother Xie, who ranks second!

Therefore, they have begun to plan what to spend after getting rich...

"Didn't it mean that if I pressed Junior Sister Wen, I could buy a piece of Nether Iron to recast my love sword after the sword contest?"

"Hahaha, I don't like Ming Tie anymore. I want to buy a thousand-year-old flame stone to recast the sword!"

Wen Yun looked helplessly at the group of people running to Wansan happily. You touched two pieces, I gathered three pieces, and actually pressed more than a thousand bets on her, which immediately made her worth increase.

Seeing that Wen Yun's odds were approaching the top ten people, the monk was puzzled: "Who suppressed that Wen Yun? Could it be that he was not clear-headed and could not mess around with money. Didn't he see that she had no cultivation?"

"Hey, maybe I'm trying to suppress myself for the sake of face."

They all came in from behind, and they didn't know that the formation was broken by Wen Yun yesterday, but even if they knew, it didn't mean that they would suppress Wen Yun.

After all, without cultivation, no matter how profound the attainments in formation are, they cannot beat others.

Wen Yun didn't care about such gossip, but his senior brothers were furious.

Senior Sister Meng Ran glared at the people who spoke, drew her sword neatly, crossed the heads of the two men, picked mustard sacks with the sword and handed them to Wan San.

"There are three thousand top-grade spiritual jades inside, I will suppress Wen Yun!"

Senior Brother Zhu was stunned: "Sister Mengran, I borrowed money from you in the morning, but you still said there was no one!"

Senior Sister Mengran's eyes were erratic and she pretended not to hear it.

It’s not just Senior Sister Mengran who hides the money.

Shen Xinghai, who had been silent, strode forward and knocked away the two men who had mocked Wen Yun with his shoulders, his eyes as cold as his sword.

"Get out of here, don't get in the way!"
To be continued...