Fairy, return my flying sword to me

Chapter 51 Fighting
Ever since Lin Jian revealed her true form, Bai Jingxuan has resumed dressing as a woman.

At this moment, she was standing in front of the woods, her green sleeves fluttering in the breeze, a few strands of hair hanging playfully under her bun, and her misty eyes were filled with a hint of weak expectation.

Li Qingyu, who was originally full of worries, immediately stopped and watched from a distance when he saw this situation.

I was still worrying about finding a new home for this little junior fellow, but I didn't expect that this kid was also popular.

His own interpersonal relationships are definitely more suitable for him than those he finds himself. If there is a sect leader willing to accept him, it will save him some trouble.

And it seems that this female cultivator is probably an admirer of his junior fellow apprentice.

There is hope! There is hope!
As soon as he thought of this, the gossip spirit in Li Qingyu's heart burned fiercely.

I wish I could turn into the leader of the CP and shout, "Promise her! Promise her! Promise her!"

There were other disciples watching around.

The uninformed disciples were also full of anticipation when they saw this combination of handsome men and beautiful women. Life is so hard, who wouldn’t like to have something sweet?
Unexpectedly, Lin Jian rolled his eyes and asked, "Who are you?"

Bai Jingxuan's pale face suddenly turned even paler, "Brother, are you still angry with me?"

"Angry? I don't have time for that." Lin Jian carried his sword and left, "I'm an emotionless swordsman. Don't bother me if you don't have anything to do with me."

"Bra!" Li Qingyu, who was secretly watching, almost scratched the ancient tree at hand. "You broke the Yue Lao's steel bars!"

Looking at the female cultivator standing there with a cat-like face, Li Qingyu felt pity for her.

I immediately wanted to go out and save this failed relationship.

But he didn't expect to be stopped again in the woods after just two steps.

"Brother Lin, please join our Master Songlin! Our Master saw your swordsmanship last time, and he praised you as a true swordsmanship genius! We brothers are also eager to receive Brother Lin's guidance!"

The clean-cut and innocent-looking boy looked at Lin Jian with enthusiasm. It was not so much that his sect leader had taken a liking to Lin Jian, but rather that he himself...

Li Qingyu paused and looked at him again with gossip in his eyes.

"I didn't expect that my junior brother not only killed women, but also men. This should be okay, right?"

But Lin Jian looked at the other person's fanatical look and took a step back cautiously.

Small movements can cause so much damage.

The older boy looked at the foot of the forest with a pale face. "Brother, are you serious about taking a step back?"
Am I some kind of monster that no one can approach?

As he was sweating profusely, he suddenly slapped the boy away with a loud slap. "Junior Brother Lin, your choice was right. What's the point of arguing with these little dogs? My master already knows about your previous achievements in my physical cultivation cave. With your physical fitness, it's not too late for you to join my physical cultivation army now! A real man should practice physical cultivation!"

Wu Tianzheng and his apprentice walked through the increasingly bustling hall square and saw that the boy who had blocked his punch before was now surrounded.

Thinking that this kid, with his Foundation Establishment stage cultivation, could actually take his punch, he poked his disciple and encouraged him, "Jin Gangzi, as the new sect leader, you don't have many disciples. That kid is quite powerful. Zhen Yang is leaving, and this unfinished disciple will definitely look for the next sect leader. If you accept him now, he might become your right-hand man in the future."

"Yes!"

When Vajrazi squeezed into the crowd, he found that the disciple his master had mentioned was already surrounded by enthusiastic new monks.

"Junior Brother Lin, your master accepts all kinds of disciples. Their cultivation is mixed but not refined. Why don't you join us, the Qingfeng Sword Master? We only accept sword cultivators!"

"Junior Brother Lin, your body is naturally suited for physical cultivation. You must abandon the dark side and join our physical cultivation army!"

"Brother Lin, please come and become our Frost Fairy's disciple! The sisters in the sect all like you very much~"

What does beauty bring to men?
Among the group of fellow disciples who tried to be won over, the female cultivators had the most dirty hands.

The crowd rushed out of the forest and fled in panic as if they were running for their lives. If it weren't for the existence of the combat march, the forest might have been divided into eight parts on the spot.

Looking at the figure that was disappearing into the distance, Bai Jingxuan, who was originally standing there with a broken feeling, blinked and seemed to be revived with full blood.

"Senior Brother didn't just reject me..."

Senior Brother rejected them all equally.

very nice.

Li Qingyu, who had been secretly watching, was completely numb.

Crazy, crazy, all crazy.

Damn, it turns out that this little junior brother is so popular in the sect!

Why the hell should I bother with this situation?
But none of my junior brothers agreed, so in the end, my mission was still not completed.

What to do?
Search by yourself? Can you find so many excellent resources by yourself?

Not looking for him? Isn't Junior Brother still an unfinished disciple without a master? "Ah!" Li Qingyu scratched his hair frantically and decided to go back and talk to Master about this matter first to see what he had to say.

……

Zhenyang Mansion.

The monk with a broken left hand strode in with a big laugh, "Zhen Yang, I'm here to find you!"

The man was wearing a green robe embroidered with flowing cloud sword patterns.

But when it was wrapped around that sturdy body, it looked like a bear that had stolen a cassock.

Seeing the newcomer, Zhen Yang was a little surprised, "Xuan Jian, what are you doing here?"

"I've heard everything about you." Xuan Jian frankly sat down next to Zhen Yang, "I went to talk to the elders."

Hearing his heroic tone, Zhen Yang couldn't help but feel moved, "What did you say?"

Xuan Jian took a quick sip of his tea and said nonchalantly, "I told him, if you leave, I'll quit too! Guess what he said?"

Zhenyang's eyes lit up, "What did the elder say?"

"He said, 'Double happiness!'"

"..."

"..."

Zhen Yang's face fell, and he looked resentful. "So you're getting yourself involved, huh?"

"Haha! That's nothing!"

"You can still laugh." Zhenyang was almost dying of anxiety.

I haven't found a disciple yet, and my old friend has already joined in for me.

This is all right...

"Then what the hell should I do? If not laugh, should I cry?" Xuan Jian curled his lips. "The sect wants to kick us out. Do you think I'll stop kicking them off just because I cry and make a scene? The damn list has been finalized, so why hasn't anyone come to officially notify us? I'd rather die than let them off!"

"I guess they're discussing compensation..." Zhen Yang sighed, "So many people were killed and injured this time. If we give them too much, they'll feel bad, but if we give them too little, it's really unreasonable."

The sect had guarded the Tianyuan Demonic Gap before, but each time they went, they would only lose a dozen or twenty of the hundred or so people.

Moreover, most of the casualties were disciples in the Foundation Establishment stage, and there were generally few losses among the Golden Core stage sect masters who led the team.

But what about this time?

About two hundred people went, and no more than half returned.

Most of the disciples in the foundation-building stage died, and several sect leaders in the golden elixir stage were also lost.

Compared to those who died directly in the magic gap, those of them who were only disabled and survived were considered lucky.

"We might even get some compensation, but those disciples in the foundation-building stage died and nothing happened." Zhenyang shook his head and sighed.

Xuan Jian sneered, "What kind of compensation can I get? At most, it's just a few spirit stones. Why the hell do I want that?"

"Don't say that. We'll definitely have enough painkillers. Take more when you're sick or in pain. If it's not enough, ask them for more. We'll eat them out of money!"

"Haha! I think it's better for you to be the elder." Xuan Jian shook his head, sighed, and talked about business. "Let's put our own affairs aside for now. Even if we go out together, we won't starve to death. But have you arranged your funeral? I know you only have one disciple left. I remember hearing you say that disciple is not very talented. Who will take care of him after you leave?"

"Let Qingyu go and help find it."

"Qingyu? How many connections could she have with all the time she's out there?" Xuanjian frowned. "My group of guys are pretty good, but now I'm packing them up and throwing them to Qingxuan. If you don't mind, I'll ask him to take one more with him."

"Qingxuan?" Zhenyang frowned. "He seems quite strict..."

"Fair enough... No one else is willing to take over my gang of boys except him at this point."

Zhenyang hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's wait until Qingyu comes back. I wonder if she has any news."

As he was speaking, a cheerful female voice came from outside the door, "Master!"

Zhenyang was slightly delighted, "Qingyu is back."

"See what she says."

(End of this chapter)