Although the little apprentice sister is weak, she can fight

Wen Zong. This name doesn't seem to have anything to do with cultivating immortals.

In fact, Wenzong's founding history was not much earlier than Tianxingmen, and it was the only sect founded by descendants of the human royal family. They never recruited external disciples, only the children of officials or wealthy merchants, and Wenzong would require them to pay relevant fees every year.

It is also for this reason that Wen Zong has never been recognized by the immortal world, who say that they are just a group of ordinary people who make money under the banner of cultivating immortals.

But then again, so-called "geniuses" can be found in all circumstances. Among Emperor Wenzong's current generation of young men, the most notable were the current emperor's fifth princess, Si Huang Xihua; the second son of a wealthy merchant family in the capital, Guan Wu; and the slightly older Yao Suqin, the top scorer in the previous imperial examination.

These three people all entered the Tengyun Realm before they were a hundred years old. Although their talents sound far inferior to those of Shen Qiao and his group from the Tianxing Sect, if we put aside the Tianxing Sect and look at the entire fairy world, they can be considered to have superior qualifications and are worthy of the title of half-genius.

"The sect doesn't accept outsiders now, you two should go back!"

They were stopped just as they reached the foot of the mountain. Without giving them a chance to say a word, they were immediately chased away. This look of him clearly not wanting to get involved made Shen Qiao laugh.

Without a word, she dismounted and walked over, "I can't talk to you, take me to see your leader."

These disciples guarding the mountain gate have unusual spiritual roots and it is difficult for them to achieve great success in cultivation. They come to Wen Zong to become Nazis just to spend money to "gild" themselves. Their skills are okay for dealing with ordinary people, but if they really face a serious cultivator, they are no match for him.

There were six gatekeepers, and seeing her as just a little girl in gray clothes, they treated her as an ordinary citizen, so they didn't take her seriously. Some even mocked her, saying, "Who are you to meet our clan leader?"

One of the sharp-nosed and monkey-faced ones even brazenly opened his hands to stop them. "But I think you're quite pretty, girl. Why don't you just call me 'good brother'? I can handle some of your problems without you having to see our Sect Leader!"

"You solve it for me?" Shen Qiao sneered, without even raising his hand, just looking at him. The man's expression changed instantly and he knelt down and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You bastards, you all call yourself monks, but you really think you can do whatever you want?"

Seeing the blood, the other five people all stopped laughing and hurriedly drew their swords. One of them looked at the leader and chopped him down without saying a word, but just when he was one meter away from Shen Qiao, the sword in his hand trembled violently as if in fear, and broke into several pieces in the blink of an eye.

"Ah!" The man screamed as he looked at the hilt of the sword in his hand. The remaining few people saw that they were definitely no match for him, so they all turned around and ran back without hesitation, shouting that someone was coming to mess up the place.

When Shen Qiao heard this, she thought it was a great idea. A thousand years ago, she should have come here and demolished this place and incorporated it into the Tianxing Sect's territory! Otherwise, how could such a terrible thing have happened?

She drew her sword and stepped onto the stairs, releasing all the spiritual power in her body. With every step she took, the spiritual power became stronger, and even the Zui Bugui in her hand began to emit excited buzzing sounds.

"Shen Qiao, the third generation disciple of Tianxing Sect, requests a fight, Wen Zong Quan Zong."

The unhurried voice echoed in the mountains. After hearing this, all of Wen Zong's outer disciples stopped what they were doing and stood there in a daze.

Challenging the entire sect? Which arrogant and blind kid would dare to say that?! This is almost impossible, right?

"Is this guy crazy about becoming famous?" one of the outer disciples said with disdain.

"But...who did this person just say she was?"

"Shen Qiao? Wait! Is that the Shen Qiao from Tianxing Sect?!"

"What are you afraid of? So what if it's her? Our sect's leader and elders are all here! Are you afraid we can't control her?!"

"Let's go! She didn't say we have to fight them one by one! Let's all go meet her first!"

"Teach her a lesson!!!"

A group of men rushed down the mountain, weapons in hand. A gray figure, wielding a seven-foot-long black sword, approached like a killer. A man in a black robe followed her from a distance. He didn't seem to intend to intervene, and upon seeing Emperor Wenzong approach, he leaned against a tree, yawning.

"Shen Qiao! You are so brave! If you want to challenge our entire sect, you have to get past me first! I am Wang, the outer sect disciple of Wen Zong..." A young man with a gun pointed at Shen Qiao angrily.

"I don't plan to fight you one by one." Shen Qiao interrupted him directly.

"Let's go together, I'm in a hurry."

There was a moment of silence in the crowd, followed by a burst of shrill laughter. "Alright! You said it yourself! Let's go!"

This person is Shen Qiao, the recognized "Little Sword God" in the Immortal Realm! If they can defeat her, they will become famous!

With this naive illusion in mind, hundreds of Wen Zong's outer disciples rushed forward, all of them delivering their strongest attack.

Looking at Shen Qiao again, she was holding a sword in her right hand and slashing out a stream of sword energy from in front of her without even raising her head. However, this light move obviously did not attract the attention of this group of crazy disciples, until the expression of the one in the front suddenly changed.

Everyone saw that dozens of leading people were blown away in an instant and directly hit the golden plaque written by the late emperor in front of their Wen Zong’s clan gate, making a loud noise. Then they slid down one after another like dead fish and lost consciousness.

"Brother!"

"Senior sister!"

Some disciples shouted subconsciously, but before they could say anything else, the crowd flew backwards like scattered sand and fell to the ground.

"So what if I said it?" Shen Qiao continued to walk up step by step without stopping. Now he had reached the platform where the group of outer disciples were just now.

"If you don't come up with something useful, I'll tear down your plaques and burn them."

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful spiritual power approached rapidly. Shen Qiao raised his sword again, and there was a loud "clang" sound. The sound of weapons clashing quickly dissipated, and a nimble yellow figure holding a gun faced Shen Qiao.

"What a loud tone!"

After this brief contact, the person quickly used the force to bounce back, and the layers of skirts fell. The woman held the gun in one hand and stood upright among the outer disciples who were lying on their backs, with a look of contempt.

"The last person who dared to say that died in the demon world!"

"What a coincidence." Shen Qiao replied with a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes.

She made a sword flower with the sword in her hand, stood sideways, leaned forward slightly, and suddenly rushed out.

“I’ve died once, too.”