Perhaps it is because of the special climate of the island. As the night approaches, the wind blows particularly strongly. The cherry blossom petals on the island are circling and flying in the air. With the faint light of the spiritual array, it looks like a white-headed snow given by God.

Shen Xinghai was holding the sword in his hand and waiting at the gate of the courtyard. Because the sound insulation array had not yet filled the spiritual jade, the various sounds heard inside were particularly clear.

Especially the loud voices of the two senior brothers-

Zhu Erchong: "We all said that the Jiang family's sword cultivators will also be there today. We have to review the lines taught by Junior Brother Chen a few days ago so as not to get disadvantaged in front of them."

Bao Pilong also agreed: "Senior Brother Zhu, don't worry, I practiced the sentence "My life is in my hands," thousands of times last night, and I will ensure that my momentum is not inferior to that of the Jiang family."

Senior Sister Mengran frowned: "I said why there were always noises in the outer yard last night that I was sleeping. It turned out to be you!"

Shen Xinghai held the sword and watched the senior brothers and sisters start arguing helplessly. He was almost drawing the sword, so he quickly changed the topic: "I wonder if the senior brothers have ever seen Junior Sister Wen? The sword debate is about to start, don't waste time."

As soon as the words were finished, a clear voice came from the most remote room—

"I am coming."

Everyone looked in the sound and then stood there in a daze.

Wen Yun was born beautifully, even in the world where beautiful women emerged, she was a very eye-catching existence. Everyone can see this with their eyes.

However, Qingliu Sword Sect advocates frugality, and the sword cultivators have spent all their money and time on the sword. They have no intention of caring about the latest outfit guide in the cultivation world. Even if they pay attention to it... they can't afford it.

Therefore, the outer disciples of the Qingliu Sword Sect are all green-yi, while the inner disciples are white-yi. Occasionally, some people who love beauty will decorate their clothes. For example, Wen Yun's beautiful second senior brother Xu Wanfeng, painted some green-colored bamboos on his white shirt.

Compared with other sects, the sword cultivators of the Qingliu Sword Sect always wear the half-old white clothes, without any decoration on their bodies, and coldly holding a priceless sword.

To put it nicely, it is a fairy-like spirit. To put it bluntly, the sword cultivator's dress is generally shabby, and Wen Yun in the past is no exception. She even held a more shabby wooden sword.

So when Wen Yun appeared in front of everyone, everyone present was breathing stagnant.

The cold and simple face of the past was carefully painted with beautiful makeup, and her eyes were even more dazzling. Her hair was draped on her waist like a splash of ink. The clouds and mists covered in the moon-white skirt appeared and there were also moon-like lights flowing from time to time. When she slowly walked over, she seemed to be living in the painting.

Shen Xinghai stared at Wen Yun's face for a little while, and the heat gradually became hot behind him. He pinched his palm before he came to his senses, lowered his gaze, and praised in a low voice: "Junior Sister Wen's appearance is very good."

As soon as he spoke, everyone immediately reacted.

No female cultivator can resist the temptation of a beautiful skirt. Senior Sister Meng Ran looked very moved. She stared at Wen Yun with her eyes shining: "Junior Sister Wen, where did you buy this skirt? What price?"

Wen Yun answered truthfully: "I bought it from Wanbao Pavilion, and it costs 100 best spiritual jade."

Senior Sister Meng Ran's face changed drastically, and she took a step back silently: "I've been disturbed, I'll say goodbye."

The senior brothers finally looked away from Wen Yun's face, stared at the skirt with a heartache, and muttered: "She wore a top-quality fire spirit stone on her body."

"Junior Sister Wen wore half of my sword on her body."

Wen Yun asked a little unwillingly: "Don't you think my new skirt looks good?"

The senior brothers held the sword and felt heartbroken: "It's not good-looking, it must be replaced with a sword-casting gem to look good."

“…”

Although this is what he said, the group of sword cultivators from Qingliu Sword Sect were still quite proud after they arrived at the sword competition venue.

Almost all eyes were glancing here, really robbing the Jiang family of all the popularity.

Until Senior Brother Zhu Erchong heard a monk on the Blowing Snow Island beside him muttering—

"That girl is so beautiful, so it's so suitable to come to our Chuxue Island. How could she go to Qingliu Sword Sect to be a sword cultivator? Is this a pity?"

Zhu Erchong stopped drawing his sword and passed by coldly: "Thirty years, Hedong and thirty years, Hexi, don't bully the young man's poor!"

This posture and tone are all deeply understood by Wen Yun’s demonstration that day.

The disciple of Chuxue Island looked at Zhu Erchong's unrestrained beard on his face and whispered in silence for a moment: "Senior brother, is it not appropriate for you to call yourself a boy?"

But at this time, the people from the Jiang family came over. Without exception, they were all tall and long and burly. Jiang Si, who was in charge, was even more young. With the bright youthful aura, he suppressed Zhu Erchong.

Jiang Si held a simple big knife in one hand and looked at this side with bright eyes. The person next to him pointed, and his gaze fell on Wen Yun.

After seeing her face clearly, there was unabashed appreciation and surprise in his eyes.

Jiang Si inserted the knife to the ground casually, bowed with a generous attitude, and said loudly: "I was outside the formation two days ago, thank you for your help from Junior Sister Wen!"

He couldn't see the members of the Liujian Sect, but only looked at Wen Yun with a bright look, and continued, "If you are destined to meet in the Thousand Formation Tower, Jiang Si is willing to help Junior Sister Wen reach the top."

Before Wen Yun could answer, a sarcastic sentence came from the side—

"Help her reach the top? You might as well worry about whether you can go up to two levels first."

The disciples in the Chuxue Island camp consciously divided the two sides. Qian Lishen, wearing embroidered brocade robes, slowly walked slowly from the depths of the crowd to the front. His face, which seemed to be covered with rouge, raised his lips and tilted disdainfully.

The disciple of Chuxue Island next to him immediately brought a recliner. He fell back and sat on the recliner, looking at Jiang Si leisurely: "You rough people who don't know how to use your brains, do you want to use your knife to cut the Thousand Formation Tower of Chuxue Island's treasure land like you did the day before yesterday?"

Qian Lishen rolled his eyes and pointed his hand at the person beside Jiang Si: "It's not that I want to pretend to be in front of the female cultivator..."

He wanted to make a few more words, but at this moment he finally saw the face of the female cultivator. The next moment, his hand trembled unconsciously, and finally he quietly shrank back.

He looked at Wen Yun in surprise and doubt: "Why are you again?"

Wen Yun looked at him with a smile: "I'll be here to participate in the swordsmanship. I haven't seen each other for two days, but my fellow Taoist has recovered from health. On the day I entered the island, I saw that you were pale and depressed, and I was quite worried."

Qian Lishen was stabbed hard by this concern in his heart.

There was Jiang Si next to him who was taking the final blow: "I forgot that Junior Sister Wen was able to break Junior Brother Qian's island formation that day. I think it was extremely powerful. The Thousand Formation Tower was definitely not a problem for you."

Qian Lishen's face darkened: "Jiang family, if you are disrespectful to me, Chuxue Island, today I will want you to see the power of the formation!"

Jiang Si laughed loudly and raised his sword; "It just so happened that there was still a cup of tea before the Qian Formation Tower was opened, so I came to meet Junior Brother Qian's formation!"

Wen Yun stood beside him, holding the sword with his senior brothers and watching the fun, and did not forget to use his mental power to communicate with Ye Shubai next to him.

"The cultivation world really loves fighting."

Ye Shubai: "Practical combat can improve one's own strength very quickly. If you want to achieve great success in swordsmanship, the best way is to fight with others."

Seeing him encouraging himself to fight with Jiang Si and the others, Wen Yun quickly refused: "It's better to be good, my magic wand will be cut off."

Although she is now moving towards the path of melee mage, she thought about the situation where she was holding the wooden sword and Jiang Si’s big sword…

Alas.

She decided to change the topic, so she hinted to Ye Shubai: "I came over tonight and found that many people were quietly looking at me."

Ye Shubai stared at the two people fighting in front of him without squinting, exactly the same as when she asked him if he was overwhelming with all four seats when she went out, and kept his cold attitude and silent.

Wen Yun continued to increase his suggestion: "Senior Brother Chen also said I'm very good-looking."

Ye Shubai responded lightly: "We monks should be based on our strength, so why should we stick to our appearance?"

The girl leaned against the tree holding a wooden sword, her eyes bright: "But if a strong person looks good, wouldn't that be better?"

She wanted to boast about being beautiful and strong, but at this time Jiang Si and Qian Lishen were having a lively fight.

Qian Lishen quickly threw out a hand of spiritual jade from his hand, and a thunderstorm landed on Jiang Si's knife from the sky. The latter roared angrily, and the black suit on his upper body suddenly exploded and exploded.

The originally covered muscles were instantly exposed in front of everyone. The scene of a handsome man with a sword-eyed eyebrows and star-like sword-eyed slashing with his upper body barely made almost all the female cultivators and some male cultivators on the scene watch their eyes.

The sword cultivators of Qingliu Sword Sect said angrily: "Damn it, the sword cultivator's limelight has been suppressed by the sword cultivator!"

Unfortunately, Wen Yun, who is also a sword cultivator, is also seriously appreciating Jiang Si's figure.

Wen Yun looked at it with a pure appreciation. In her previous life, she was in the magic world and mostly came into contact with magicians with weak bodies and pale faces. She had never seen anyone with muscles as beautiful as Jiang Si.

She didn't think there was something wrong with this. Just as others just admired her beautiful dress, it is normal for her to appreciate Jiang Si's figure now. It is impossible for only male cultivators to have the right to appreciate beautiful things, right?

"Does it look good?"

A cold voice suddenly came from my side.

Wen Yun immediately withdrew his gaze and said seriously: "It's not good-looking, how can the sword cultivator be as free and elegant as the sword cultivator?"

"Then you keep watching Jiang Si make it?" Ye Shubai glanced lightly.

He was just trying to remind her not to just look at Jiang Si's figure, but to observe carefully how Qian Lishen, who is not good at close combat, deals with the domineering sword cultivator, so that she can learn to follow her...

Wen Yun turned his head to look at him in surprise: "You are sour."

She used a sure affirmation, not a question.

Ye Shubai frowned slightly: "No."

Wen Yun smiled with a considerate smile and said in a very doting tone: "It's okay, if you want to look good, how can Jiang Si be half as good as you? If you are willing to show off here, even if you have dressed up carefully today, I will admit defeat and be overwhelmed by your beauty."

Ye Shubai stood upright, his face still had a cold expression, and he didn't even give her a slight response, but his ears quietly showed a light blush.

After a long time, a very low voice came from the side—

"You don't need to dress up..."
Chapter completed!