Oh no, the crazy senior sister found out that I am a fox demon!

Everyone at the table showed envious looks.

This is a fixed course for inner disciples. Some of the master's direct disciples come here to take the place of their master, but there are also diligent ones who motivate themselves.

I will come here to take classes when I have time.

Generally speaking, only a few direct disciples would come here.

They were all respectful and fawning when they met them, knowing that direct disciples would most likely become the successors of the next generation of elders in the Qiling Sect, and their resources were much better than those of inner disciples like them, especially those with good qualifications were basically direct disciples.

Therefore, it is difficult for them to even broaden their horizons to see the magical instruments of direct disciples. Except for the annual competition for new disciples and the subsequent competition for direct disciples, they have the right to take a peek.

This is the first time I have seen this natal sword.

It is the legendary and famous Lihuo Sword.

Elder Zhiyan's eyes also revealed astonishment. He had heard long ago that Ling Jianzun's sword-making skills were second to none in the world. He had also requested for a sword before, but the quality of the sword was far inferior to this one.

It has been completely comparable based on the materials.

Being slapped in the face by a little girl in public was bad enough, but even if he lived to this day, he would rarely see such a good magic weapon.

"It really lives up to its reputation. Fairy Yunjin must have found a good owner for this sword!"

"Come on, old man, let's wait and see."

"Hmph, don't just put on airs."

Taking a step back, Elder Zhiyan raised his red robe and made half an inch of space.

"Hey, old man, just watch it then."

Gu Chufu raised his hand and made a beautiful sword flower. The sword body was glowing with a fluorescent red light, like iron flowers dancing.

"They are just some acrobatics. You can't really fight them with real weapons. I'm afraid if you encounter some monsters, you'll be slapped away with one slap."

Elder Zhiyan didn't take it seriously and stroked his beard. At this stage of the late Nascent Soul stage, he had seen all kinds of demons and monsters.

All these fancy moves are just to deceive those who don't know swordsmanship. They are like butterflies, which look colorful but actually have no fighting ability.

Gu Chufu exerted a little force on his wrist and thrust his sword forward. With the blade horizontal, the blazing flames slightly singed Elder Zhiyan's beard.

A burning smell came.

If it were someone else, other weapons might not be able to cause substantial physical damage to Elder Zhiyan, but this sword was made of dragon scales.

Even if the ancient true god came, he would have to make a cut.

Elder Zhiyan felt a burst of burning heat. He clearly had the root of fire spirit, so no matter it was windy or rainy, or whether spring passed or autumn came, he would not feel hot or cold.

He took several steps back in surprise and almost fell off the podium.

Before he could scold Gu Chufu.

Gu Chufu changed the way he held the sword, took several steps forward, and with his lithe body, he turned the tip of the sword and pointed it straight at Elder Zhiyan's nose.

This sword was so powerful that it broke the rainbow and even the curtains were creaking in the hot wind.

The sword energy slanting down turned into a huge fire phoenix, soaring into the sky with its cry. In just an instant, the phoenix turned into a sea of ​​fire, which seemed to surround it and was very close.

"Well, old man."

"My move is called Phoenix Crying to the Ninth Heaven."

Gu Chufu knew that this move was extremely powerful, and with her ability she could only show half of what Shen Jingjun had shown in front of her.

But combined with the properties of the Lihuo Sword itself, this move is extremely powerful.

It's enough to bluff people, but is it true physical damage? That's not quite right, but it's enough.

Looking at Elder Zhiyan's slightly relaxed expression, Gu Chufu knew that he had succeeded. Elder Zhiyan, who was in the late Nascent Soul stage, might not be afraid of his move.

However, Gu Chufu was confident that this move of his would definitely defeat those useless disciples under Elder Zhiyan... He couldn't blame them, because it was his fault for following a poor old man.

I have no money, so how can I buy a good sword, a good talisman, and a good sword manual?

If you don't even start, you'll be left behind.

“You you you you you you…!”

This sword technique is really good and has the talent of being top-notch. Under normal circumstances, if Elder Zhiyan saw Gu Chufu, who has always been idle, achieve such an achievement, he would also sincerely praise him. Disciples with fire spiritual roots are so diligent and studious.

But now, Gu Chufu was shitting on his head naked.

Challenging his dignity as an elder of the Qiling Sect.

"Pride comes before a fall. You are so unruly. If you don't sharpen your mind, you will become a disaster in the future!"

"Someone, bring me my ruler."

"Today I am going to teach you a lesson about etiquette and morality!"

The disciple who sat closest to him had cold sweat on his forehead. But Elder Zhiyan's blazing eyes were fixed on him, so he had to hand it over no matter what.

He quickly curled up his head, huddled together, and timidly handed over the ruler that Elder Zhiyan had placed on the other side of the podium.

When Elder Zhiyan saw the brass ruler, he felt quite proud and raised it high up, just about to bring it down.

I heard footsteps outside the door, and a familiar feeling spread up from my back.

"Elder Zhiyan, my sister has just recovered from a serious illness. Is this inappropriate?"

A cold voice came through the window.

Throughout the entire hall, Shen Jingjun's voice was neither anxious nor impatient, just like a greeting to the teacher in the afternoon.

"Jing Jun, what's wrong with me disciplining a disobedient student in class? Not to mention that she has just recovered from a serious illness, even if she is sick at the moment."

"You have to admit your mistakes in front of the teacher."

Elder Zhiyan took back the ruler in dissatisfaction. He was a little unhappy about being interrupted, but he still had to give some face to the young sect master and the head of the sect in front of Shen Jingjun. After all, this was the woman the young sect master liked.

"So, I have wronged Elder Zhiyan?"

Shen Jingjun walked up to Gu Chufu, glanced at her, and ignoring the eyes of others, he grabbed Gu Chufu's hand and was about to check it.

She still had many discomforts, and being able to come to class now was already a great favor to Elder Zhi Yan. I wonder what else the old man was dissatisfied with.

You have to make things difficult for her like this.

"Show me your hand. Does it hurt?"

Shen Jingjun said this in a calm voice, but anyone who was familiar with Shen Jingjun knew that she was anxious.

"I'm fine...Just now, Elder Zhiyan didn't see me. I was smart."

"Sister."

The cold fingertips fell into his palm, and Gu Chufu felt like the finest white jade, with a warm touch that relieved the heat generated by holding the sword just now.

"Well...if you don't want to come to class, then don't go. I know you're not in good health, but it's better for me to go home and teach you if you're here anyway."

After a careful examination, Shen Jingjun was able to confirm that there were no external injuries on Gu Chufu's hands.