Junior sister, she reached the pinnacle of life by picking up rags

"You are a very good person. I declare you my friend."

Feng Lan looked at himself and felt ten points more confident all of a sudden. He forced a smile and looked at Yan Yun.

She didn't perform well this time. She only raised one corner of her mouth, which looked weird with her disheveled appearance.

Therefore, Yan Yun looked at her smile and fell into doubt. Is it true? Why does it feel like she wants to stab him?

At this time, she didn't know that she had facial paralysis, and only thought of her as a cold and expressionless female hero.

"Did that scare you? Oh, don't worry about it. I didn't perform well this time."

Looking at Yan Yun's strange expression, Feng Lan held her forehead in embarrassment and cried violently in her heart. She had really tried hard!

"Host, is it possible that she has facial paralysis?"

Yanyun Oh

She simply meditated and rested for half a day before planning to continue heading south.

Feng Lan followed behind her, "Let's be companions. My name is Feng Lan."

"My name is Xiao Hu."

"Since you are still young, just call me Sister Feng Lan."

After saying that, he wanted to touch Yan Yun's head, but she quickly dodged him.

Looking at his empty hands, Feng Lan pondered for a second and looked around pretending nothing had happened.

"Would you like me to teach you how to fly with a sword? It's too slow otherwise."

Feng Lan looked at the little girl in front of him and couldn't help but sigh that the new generation in the world of immortal cultivation is really capable. It took her more than twenty years of practice to reach the foundation-building stage!

But fortunately, I reached the secret realm under the sea just after the breakthrough.

"Really? Thank you."

Yan Yun paused, turned around and looked at Feng Lan with bright eyes.

It's very tiring to use teleportation all the time, but she doesn't know how to operate it and no one teaches her. Now it's better.

"You're welcome. I know it's not easy for you casual cultivators. This is actually very simple. Just watch me and you'll learn it in no time."

Feng Lan resisted the urge to touch her head and nodded seriously.

So the two of them sat down on the spot, and after Yan Yun listened to Feng Lan's method, he fell into deep thought again.

"Are you serious? You're not going to cheat me."

Feng Lan asked her to find a cliff to jump off, and then do this and then that, and she learned it.

Seeing Yan Yun's suspicious eyes, Feng Lan patted his chest and vowed, "This is how I learned it. I will never cheat anyone!"

"Oh ok, so are we going to find a cliff now?"

Yan Yun was still a little skeptical. Was it really like this?

But looking at Feng Lan's serious expression, it seemed to be really the case.

"Trust me, when the time comes, you will pour spiritual energy into the sword, and then control it with your mind. Let it fly first, and then you will fly up. It's not that simple!"

Feng Lan took her hand and threw out the white jade sword. As soon as she thought of it, the two of them were in mid-air.

Even when Yan Yun stood on the edge of the cliff where the cold wind was blowing, she was still very skeptical about Feng Lan's method.

"Try it now, don't worry, I will definitely catch you later."

"Ah? Catch me?"

Does this mean falling a lot?

Yan Yun was shocked. The cliff was not low. She could only fall three or four times at most, and no more than that.

"Tell me the truth, how many times have you fallen?"

Hearing this, Feng Lan turned his head away guiltily.

"Not many, only about seventy, eighty, ninety times."

"But I learned this very quickly! I learned it by myself, isn't it amazing!"

Although there was no expression on her face, her words were full of pride.

"Okay, remember to catch me."

Yan Yun frowned, but decided to give it a try. After all, he wouldn't die if he fell once or twice.

She gripped the sword in her hand and jumped down.

The remaining Feng Lan hadn't reacted yet. How could he jump so quickly? She quickly flew over on her sword and followed.

Rich =-= One dares to teach, the other dares to learn

The wind around her blew into her ears, and she kept falling.

Yan Yun used all the spiritual power in his body and tried to slow down his fall. He then threw out the Dawn Sword and poured his spiritual power into the sword with his palms facing forward, trying to make it fly.

Feng Lan stood on the sword with a graceful posture, "That's right, and then you control it with your consciousness!"

“How” to realize the law?

Before Yan Yun could finish her question, her spiritual power came to an abrupt end, and she instantly disappeared in front of Feng Lan, falling rapidly.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Feng Lan wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead and quickly flew down to save people.

She grabbed Yan Yun who was about to fall to the ground and flew up again, "Don't be distracted."

After a while, they were back on the edge of the cliff.

"Host, you are a true warrior."

Duocai couldn't help but complain, "I forgot to tell you, one of your missions is about to expire, remember to find Chen Changyu and slap him."

Yanyun, are you sick or am I sick?

Although she really didn't like Chen Changyu, after all he was arrogant, conceited, and humiliated her the first time he saw her, but wasn't it a bit outrageous to slap him in the face from afar?

"This was published before, and I found it today. It will expire in three days."

Duocai felt a little guilty. Wasn't it because he had forgotten to check too many tasks?

Why did Yan Yun slap him? Are you sure he won't beat me to death?

"With him? He still can't kill you."

"Oh, it's a fun task, don't worry about it! Originally, this task was to slap Yu Feng, but I thought about it and was afraid that you would die, so I changed it to Chen Changyu."

Duocai's voice sounds quite proud.

Hello Yanyun, thank you.

"Are you ok?"

Feng Lan saw her motionless, with her facial expression changing in an instant, and was very puzzled. Could it be that she had frightened the girl? No way, she didn't want to lose a friend she had just made.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, let's continue."

Yan Yun suppressed his inner speechlessness, thought for a moment, and jumped down again.

If she wanted to control the sword, she had to achieve unity between herself and the sword, and let the qi flow through them, right? At the moment when she injected spiritual energy into the sword, she tried to release her consciousness and wanted to merge it into the sword.

The Dawn Sword was somewhat repulsive to her, but because she was the master, it reluctantly let her consciousness into it.

In an instant, her consciousness entered a blank, and her eyes also fell into a blank. Feng Lan watched her fall down suddenly, and caught her with a confused look on his face.

Her spiritual consciousness turned into a dark blue little man and fought with a pitch-black little man.

Yan Yun commanded the little man to press Wuqimahei to the ground and rub him. Her sea of ​​consciousness had the bonus of ice flame, so her spiritual sense was naturally not weak. After a while, she defeated Wuqimahei.

The pitch-black darkness still merged into her consciousness unwillingly.

In an instant, Yan Yun's vision finally returned to normal.

She looked at Feng Lan, who was looking at her motionlessly, with a bit of confusion, "I seem to have entered some strange place just now."

"You have entered the sea of ​​swords, right? Wait, you are not connected with the swords, are you? I'm telling you!"

Feng Lan was puzzled. Although this man had sword energy, he seemed to have no tacit understanding with the sword.

Yan Yun nodded. She really didn’t know about this. She thought that all she needed to do was recognize the master.

"Every sword has a sword spirit, but it is very difficult to cultivate it. If it is powerful, the sword spirit can even transform into a human. Only after the sword spirit penetrates the human body can it slowly enter the state of refining the spirit."

"But for swords like ours, it's good to have some awareness."

"Try again!"

Feng Lan was eager to try and threw her down directly.

Yan Yun reacted quickly. The moment the spiritual power was infused, his whole body trembled and he established a connection with the sword. Then the sword really flew up!

She raised her eyebrows in delight and reached out to grab the flying sword.

Before Feng Lan could even utter a word of praise, the man had already been sent flying because he could no longer control his sword.

""

Yan Yun was disheveled in the wind, trying hard to control the flying sword.

She didn't know where she was flying to. There were mountains and water, and she was overwhelmed by the changing scenes.

"Host."

"Host."

"Host!"

Duocai called out once, but she didn't respond. He called out again, but she still didn't respond, so he got anxious.

"Don't be so messy! Look, Chen Changyu is right on the hillside, so when you pass by, slap him!"

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