This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

An Ling and Yang Riying rolled out in a panic from the suddenly unfolded Jiangshan Daoyun Tu, which scared everyone. They hurriedly helped them up and turned around to look at the painting of mountains and rivers filled with flames in the sky.

The beautiful scenery of green mountains and clear waters has disappeared. In the center of the painting, there stands a "flame tree". The raging fire spewing from the top of the tree is like a volcanic eruption, burning everything to ashes. Countless strange monsters curled up their limbs, wailing, and struggling, but they can't escape from this world that is constantly burned by flames, and can only die in the flames.

"What are you doing..." Li Feiling looked at the two people hugging each other tightly, his eyelids twitching slightly. He knew that things would become complicated when An Ling was around. He asked faintly: "Junior Sister An, did you burn the magic weapon of the Tianqiong Sect?"

An Ling laughed and pointed at Yang Riying and said, "This has nothing to do with me. It was Brother Yang who accidentally burned it."

Yang Riying's face flushed, and she was so embarrassed that she almost crawled into the ground. She quickly sorted out her feelings and calmly explained to everyone: "This has nothing to do with Daoyou An. It was because I didn't trust her that this disaster happened. Moreover, the inside of this Jiangshan Daoyun painting..."

An Ling gently pulled her sleeve and told her to stop talking. Yang Riying was also very understanding and quickly added: "The internal situation is a secret of our sect, so let's not talk about it for now."

After all, it was someone else's secret. As a well-educated person, he would definitely not continue to ask questions after hearing this. However, Gu Lingyun was obviously not such a person. As an avid fan of magic weapons, when he saw Yang Riying actually entered the Jiangshan Daoyuntu, his eyes lit up and he kept asking about the details inside the magic weapon, but Yang Riying used Tai Chi to get around it.

She thought of those deformed monsters with human limbs and couldn't help feeling heavy-hearted. The appearance of these things was completely inconsistent with the education she had received. Why were there such disgusting things in the legitimate magic weapons of the Tianqiong Sect?

These monsters...are clearly the work of evil cultivators!

Yang Riying looked at the familiar rooms around her and her friends who greeted her warmly. She felt very dazed. The monsters, the sun god, the blazing flames... that she had just seen seemed like a nightmare. Now, she was finally back to reality.

Feng Yuan stood at the edge of the crowd holding a sword. He did not greet Yang Riying, but just silently looked at her healthy appearance with slightly red eyes. After sniffing, he left the busy room and sat down on the steps side by side with Guo Zichou.

"The little girl seems to be okay?" Guo Zichou asked.

"Yeah." Feng Yuan responded. He was obviously the saddest one before, but after Yang Riying came back alive, he became unhappy and looked very pitiful.

Guo Zichou was amused. He moved his butt and looked at the awkward young man with interest. He continued to ask, "Why are you like this? Why don't you go and talk to her?"

"No," Feng Yuan turned his eyes away and replied, "I know she is fine, that's enough. Elder, didn't you tell me that the world is difficult now and I should focus on practicing swordsmanship? I'm going to practice."

"Hey! You!" Guo Zichou looked at Feng Yuan's resolute back, shook his head and sighed, then got up and went inside to look for An Ling.

This kid An Ling is really interesting. I don’t know what happened to her recently that she could be so powerful as to surpass all the immortal sects. Now An Ling is definitely the number one of the younger generation!

Unlike Yang Riying who was the center of attention, An Ling just stood aside and discussed something with Li Feiling. Both of them had serious expressions and they must be talking about serious matters.

As a result, as soon as the loud-mouthed Guo Zichou entered the room, he excitedly shouted to An Ling: "An Ling! You're back!"

Sure enough, the atmosphere in the whole place suddenly turned cold.

Guo Zichou himself was not liked by others, let alone An Ling, who was hiding his identity and beating up everyone in the audience. Except for the people from Canglan Sword Sect, all other disciples lowered their heads in silence, pretending to be deaf.

"Uncle Master..." An Ling looked at Guo Zichou, who was as carefree as ever, and her heart ached. Her eyes became wet. She suppressed the turbulent emotions in her heart and smiled at Guo Zichou: "Uncle Master, I am back alive."

……

Everyone sat down at the banquet which had not yet been cleared away. An Ling's seat was arranged next to the camp leader Li Feiling, just below Li Feiling and the elder Guo Zichou.

However, Mu Qing did not participate in this event because his injuries had not healed and he had to stay in bed to recuperate.

An Ling raised the wine glass, toasted everyone from a distance, and then said: "My name is An Ling, and I am a disciple of Elder Yu Lang of Canglan Sword Sect. I am entrusted by Elder Mu Qing to come here. I am fortunate to have the opportunity to compete with you all. It is really refreshing. Come, I'll drink first to show my respect!" She raised her head and drank the wine!

"Great!" The senior brothers and sisters of Canglan Sword Sect cheered loudly, clapping the table and whistling, it was very lively.

The disciples who followed Guo Zichou to the base camp to support the formation also had smiles on their faces and raised their wine bowls to An Ling. One of them said, "Fellow Daoist An Ling, your sword is really amazing. It's so powerful."

An Ling also smiled and replied, "It's just a coincidence. It's much better than me."

"Humph, relying on external things will not last long."

Just as the others were about to say something, a sudden voice sounded beside them. Everyone turned around and saw that it was Fu Qingshan from the Sky Dome Sect! He was the one who cooperated with Yun Qingzi from the Canglan Sword Sect and successfully attacked An Ling.

He stood up, his expression as cold and hard as ever, and said to An Ling: "You shouldn't have let your guard down the moment you discovered us."

"Have you always been relying on some kind of detection technique to avoid danger?"

"Qingshan, don't be like this." Li Feiling stood up and tried to smooth things over, but was stopped by Fu Qingshan, who said coldly, "I'm telling the truth."

The people off the field whispered to each other, crazily complaining about Fu Qingshan's low EQ, but they didn't show it at all. Their eyes were fixed on the expressions on the two men's faces, as if they were trying to dig out some details.

Among the dozen people who followed Yang Riying to fight, one of them sneered in a somewhat sinister manner: "I thought she was so powerful, but it turns out she is just good-looking but useless."

Everyone was instantly furious. An Ling truly defeated everyone with her own strength. Not to mention the exquisite sword she used after being attacked, the fact that An Ling could do two things at once and suppress the formation with her flying sword while fighting at a high intensity was already amazing enough. Now you belittle An Ling. Are those who lost to An Ling trash?

Fu Qingshan's expression remained unchanged, but he said to the man coldly: "Chang Xuanlin, if An Ling is good-looking but useless, then who are you?"

"Fu Qingshan! You!" Chang Xuanlin was furious, but he couldn't lose his temper in front of so many people. He rolled his eyes and asked, "What about you? What right do you have to 'instruct' her? Just because of your sneak attack?"

At the critical moment, An Ling, the protagonist of the farce, spoke up. She did not shout, but blended her voice into the wind, using the precise wind control technique to bring the voice to everyone's ears. She said calmly: "This Daoist Fu is right. I do have some shortcomings. An Ling would like to thank Daoist Fu for his reminder."

Chang Xuanlin had a very grumpy look on his face. He really disliked An Ling. After all, who would like a particularly powerful "paratrooper"?

An Ling noticed that Chang Xuanlin was unhappy, so she offered him a bowl of wine and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Chang's Half Moon Flywheel is really amazing. We can learn from each other more in the future."

Chang Xuanlin didn't expect that she actually knew that the Half Moon Flywheel was his, and he didn't expect her to speak so directly. He was speechless for a moment, so he could only snort coldly and drink in silence.

An Ling did not expose him. She directly picked up the wine jar and poured wine into her own bowl while walking. She also filled the empty wine bowls passing by. She smiled and said, "As the saying goes, there is no acquaintance without fighting. You all come from all over the world. It is not easy to gather here. Why don't we put aside the past grudges today and drink this wine. It will be a pleasure!"

Gu Lingyun whispered to Feng Yuan, "Where did your junior sister come from? Why is she talking in such a roundabout way? She sounds like a poor, pedantic scholar."

Feng Yuan retracted his gaze that had been glued to Yang Riying and replied, "She also has a master who is a teacher in the academy, so she can be considered half a scholar."

"Hey, this is really interesting. Since Riying won't tell me what's inside the magic weapon, I'll find some time to talk to An Ling." Gu Lingyun pondered his own little thoughts and raised his bowl with everyone else to celebrate An Ling's arrival.

……

At the same time, Ziya, who was carried back to the camp by everyone, also woke up slowly. He looked at the hazy moon that was about to disappear outside the window, clasped his fingers together, and prayed to the moon, hoping that the moon god would protect everyone.