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

Song Qingyue was speechless for a moment, then raised his chin slightly, "So what."

Yan Yun shook his head and stopped talking. It was indeed nothing.

Her sword was a first-grade, third-level sword that was uniformly distributed by the sect. The blade had been worn out over the years.

Yan Yun's knuckles were also covered with a thick layer of calluses.

Song Qingyue did not intend to teach her anything. She performed every move and every style extremely quickly, regardless of whether Yan Yun could see it clearly or not. After all, she taught her, and it was her business whether Yan Yun learned it or not.

Anyway, when the senior brother asks about it, it has nothing to do with her.

"Do you see clearly?"

The sword was sheathed, her long black hair fluttering, her eyes were like stars, shining brightly, with a sense of willfulness and pride.

"No."

Yan Yun was honest. Only a ghost could see it so quickly.

"Senior sister, please type it again. I can't see clearly."

She did it on purpose. In fact, the original owner had already learned most of the moves of the Wanhua Sword Technique, and all she needed was someone to guide her.

Since Song Qingyue wants to show off, she will fulfill her wish.

Song Qingyue did it several more times, but each time the response he got was unclear.

She was so angry that she threw the sword away and started to act like a spoiled brat, "You are so stupid, I can't teach you, you learn it yourself!"

Yan Yun watched her casually throw the famous sword Frost Flower on the ground, and couldn't help but sigh that it's different when you have the capital.

The Frost Flower Sword is the masterpiece of the weapon refining master Mingzhi. Even a powerful person like Yu Feng had to seek it for months.

"Senior Sister is right. Yan Yun is dull and unworthy of your teachings."

Yan Yun took a step back, as if frightened by her, his eyelashes trembled, and his voice was pitifully small.

She wished Song Qingyue would stop teaching her.

"Yan Yun will learn by himself. Senior Brother, Yan Yun will never say anything nonsense. This is all Yan Yun's problem. Don't worry, Senior Sister."

"Oh, if you put it that way, is it because I am not good enough?"

Song Qingyue took a step forward, stepped on the sword that Yan Yun placed on the ground with her pearl-embroidered shoes, and then pressed it hard with her toes.

"Click——"

Cracks appeared on the sword in an instant.

It seems like this is to step on Yan Yun under your feet.

Seeing the flash of heartache in Yan Yun's eyes, Song Qingyue curled his lips and said, "It's just a broken sword. Look at your distressed expression. You really haven't seen the world."

Everyone stopped and looked at them quietly.

In just half a day, Song Qingyue's rudeness and arrogance were fully displayed.

"It's just a broken sword. Sister, you can step on it. I just want to change it anyway."

Yan Yun also smiled, took a step towards Song Qingyue, and inadvertently stepped on the Frost Flower Sword.

Someone in the originally peaceful sword arena also let out a cry of surprise.

"I'm sorry, Big Sister!"

She pretended to be surprised and quickly moved her foot away. She smiled instead, with no emotion visible on her dark face. "Master Sister's sword is indeed a famous sword. It's okay to step on it like this."

Her eyes were always gentle and calm as she just looked at Song Qingyue.

Song Qingyue's pupils shrank slightly and she frowned quickly. Her calm look seemed like a provocation to her.

"How dare you step on my sword!"

She let out a delicate cry, raised her hand, and the scarlet spiritual power wrapped around her fingertips and hit Yan Yun.

But Yan Yun did not fall to the ground as everyone expected. A pure white spiritual barrier blocked her.

The pure white spiritual energy was so rich that it devoured it in an instant.

It’s Wen Qingyu.

When Song Qingyue stepped on her sword, the system reminded her that Wen Qingyu was coming.

"Why is the spiritual power of the eldest sister this color? You have fallen into the devil world. I am afraid you have been infected with something bad."

Yan Yun looked at Wen Qingyu with gratitude, then she suddenly looked at Song Qingyue and asked in confusion.

She looked distressed, as if she really didn't understand, but also as if she was saying that on purpose.

"That's because I received the strange fire from the demon world. Even if I tell you, you won't understand. It's like talking to a cow!"

There was a gloomy flash in Song Qingyue's eyes, and no matter how arrogant she was, she didn't dare to be vague.

In the world of immortal cultivation, anyone, anything, or anything that has anything to do with the demon world will be strangled by the immortal sect.

Yan Yun on the opposite side just smiled. If he had only received the strange fire from the demon world, how could his spiritual power be so evil?

Song Qingyue turned around and looked at Wen Qingyu who was standing at the door. He was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, shining like the cold moon, untainted by the worldly dust. His slender figure looked a little sickly, but he stood straight, like a snow lotus on a mountain.

"Big Brother, she was the one who stepped on my sword first, and you still helped her!"

Song Qingyue seemed to be acting coquettishly but also angry. She ran to him and complained in dissatisfaction.

"Although I have an eye disease, I am not a careless person. Qingyue, don't go too far."

He didn't buy it. "I asked you to teach, not to play. If you don't want to, don't take it. Since you have accepted the job, do it with all your heart."

Wen Qingyu's tone was serious and stern, carrying an irresistible force.

Yan Yun couldn't help but look up to him. It was really hard to believe that Yu Feng, who could teach a disciple like Wen Qingyu, could also teach a little witch like Song Qingyue.

At first she thought Song Qingyue just had a simple temper as a spoiled young lady. After all, she was pretty and talented, so it was normal for her to have a bit of a temper.

But now she realized that Song Qingyue's thoughts were really crooked and his values ​​were not correct.

Song Qingyue was startled, as if she didn't expect Wen Qingyu to criticize her so harshly, especially in front of so many people. Her eyes turned red, "What about her? I have been alone in the demon world for so many years. Do you know how I got through it?"

"If I hadn't been lucky, I would have died there long ago. What about her? She took my place just because she looked a bit like me. How can I feel about that? What's her reason?"

Song Qingyue choked up and pointed at the innocent Yan Yun, venting his dissatisfaction.

Her hair was slightly messy because of anger, and fell in front of her eyebrows. Her brows were furrowed, and her autumn eyes were full of tears. Her tearful appearance immediately made other people in the sword field feel unbearable.

There were whispers of discussions in the sword arena, and unfriendly eyes fell on Yan Yun.

"Senior Sister, have you ever asked me how I'm doing? Why do you think I'm doing well?"

Yan Yun's brow was full of black lines. He listened to her words and fell into deep thought. Finally, he couldn't help but interrupt her.

At the same time, she felt an inexplicable pain in her heart, so painful that she even felt a little breathless. Why did everyone think she was living a good life?

Who said she was doing well? Are you blind?