Senior brothers, please stop abusing me. I'm going to change my ways to be merciless.

Fan Li didn't give Qin Xiaoran a chance to shout. She raised her long sword high in the air, and the blade light cut through the sky, as if to split the sky and the earth apart...

Qin Xiaoran's pupils shrank, as if she saw an extremely huge lotus blooming in the sky.

Then, dense sword shadows like raindrops were shot out, with the power to destroy the world.

Thousands of sword shadows fell, and in Qin Xiaoran's eyes, they instantly condensed into a huge long sword, swooping down towards her face from the air.

And the giant lotus was getting closer and closer, like the mouth of a giant beast, about to swallow up the entire Tianji Sect.

Because of being so shocked and terrified, Qin Xiaoran seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.

"I, I give up! I give up!!"

Face is nothing compared to life!! Let face eat shit!!

Just as he was about to be chopped in half by the huge sword, Qin Xiaoran held his head and begged for mercy.

"Wuwuwuwu, Master, help me! Your most beloved disciple is dying!"

Qin Xiaoran fell to the ground and yelled in a completely ungraceful manner.

"Hey, stop crying and look up."

It was Fan Li's voice.

Qin Xiaoran raised her head in a daze. Fan Li was standing in front of her without her knowing when. He was tall and slender, with his hands behind his back, looking at her with a smile on his face.

Qin Xiaoran had only seen such a kind look in her master.

Suddenly, her face felt cold, as if something fell on the corner of her eye, and she subconsciously touched it.

It's snow.

Qin Xiaoran looked up at the sky and was completely stunned.

Snowflakes fell from the sky, interweaving and entwining, forming an endless white curtain that enveloped the entire Jianmen Sect.

There was no giant lotus that could devour the sect, and the shadow of the long sword that frightened her was gone, as if everything she had just seen was an illusion.

But Qin Xiaoran knew it wasn't the case.

The feeling of walking through the gates of hell was so real.

Her heart was still pounding.

It has never snowed in Jianmen Sect.

Soon, the huge training ground was covered with a layer of soft white snow.

When the disciples saw such a wonderful sight, they were immediately excited and ran to play in the snow.

Qin Xiaoran looked at the snowflake in her hand, which looked like a lotus flower no matter how she looked at it.

Fan Li pulled Qin Xiaoran up from the ground and stretched out a hand, "Spirit Stone."

Qin Xiaoran was convinced and handed all the spirit stones to Fan Li.

"how did you do that?"

Fan Li looked up at the sky and smiled: "Are you talking about this snow?"

Qin Xiaoran nodded, then shook her head, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Fan Li said, "When you can defeat me, I will tell you."

After saying that, Fan Li hooked a bag of heavy spirit stones with his little finger and turned away in a leisurely manner.

Qin Xiaoran looked at her back with complicated eyes.

This person is really strange.

Qin Xiaoran jumped off the stage and asked Lu Xingran, "Big Sister, who is she?"

Lu Xingran raised her hand to brush the snow off her head. She didn't answer the question, but asked with a smile, "Are you convinced now?"

Qin Xiaoran said with a flat mouth: "Big Sister, you are so mean. You actually helped her bully me. She is obviously not in the early stage of Jindan."

Lu Xingran glanced at her and said, "Even if I told you, you still wouldn't accept it. Don't I know you?"

To deal with people like Qin Xiaoran, persuasion with words is useless, the only option is to suppress them with force.

Qin Xiaoran choked.

That seems to be the case...

"Speaking of this," Xiu Mu asked curiously, "Junior Sister Xiao Ran, what did you just see? Why are you so scared?"

Yang Zetian was also very curious, because they had never seen Qin Xiaoran lose his composure like this in a battle.

Qin Xiaoran was stunned: "Didn't you see it?"

Xiu Mu scratched his head: "We only saw Junior Sister Fan swing a knife into the air."

Yang Zetian said: "Yes, and then I saw you admit defeat."

Xiu Mu: "Then, it started snowing."

Qin Xiaoran frowned, how could this happen?

"You really didn't see anything, did you really not lie to me?" Qin Xiaoran's face was full of doubt.

The scene just now was so thrilling, how could she be the only one who saw it!

Qin Xiaoran didn't believe it.

It was not until Lu Xingran said this that Qin Xiaoran believed that they had not lied to her.

Qin Xiaoran looked around and suddenly realized.

Yes, if everyone saw it, how could they have no reaction and still happily play in the snow?

"Strange, what is going on? Is it an illusion?" Qin Xiaoran murmured.

After hearing her say this, Xiu Mu and the others were even more confused.

It seems that Qin Xiaoran saw something extraordinary.

What is it? They are extremely curious.

"It's the sword intention."

An old and steady voice sounded behind them.

Qin Xiaoran's face lit up with joy: "Master!"

Lu Xingran, Xiu Mu, and Yang Zetian greeted each other one by one.

"Meet Elder Xuan."

Elder Xuan is the only elder among the many elders of Jianmen Sect who uses a sword, and he is also a sword fanatic.

"Master, are you saying that Fan Li has comprehended the sword intent?!" Qin Xiaoran exclaimed in shock. "How is that possible? She's still so young! Isn't it said that only those above the Nascent Soul stage can comprehend the sword intent?"

Elder Xuan said firmly: "I am not so confused that I can't even distinguish between true and false sword intent."

Qin Xiaoran was speechless.

The sword has its own sword meaning, and the knife has its own knife meaning.

However, the difficulty of comprehending the sword intent is not on the same level as the sword intent. It is no exaggeration to say that it is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

This also explains why sword cultivators are the majority in the world of immortal cultivation and are the mainstream.

Because there are too few true swordsmen, and those who can comprehend the meaning of the sword are even rarer. Elder Xuan has only seen two of them in his long life.

One is Huanyue Sanren.

There is another one, Xie Wuchen, the legendary sword saint who practices the ruthless way.

Huan Yue San Ren is dead, and the whereabouts of Sword Saint Xie Wu Chen is unknown.

Elder Xuan never thought that he would see a third person who comprehended the meaning of the sword in his lifetime.

He was in the cave when he noticed someone wielding a sword, so he hurried over.

Before coming, he took it for granted that this person must be his favorite disciple Qin Xiaoran. He was so happy that he even forgot how to get to the training ground.

After all, there are only a few sword cultivators in the entire Jianmen, and the most promising one is Qin Xiaoran.

But when I got there I found out it wasn’t the one, alas!

It wasn't Qin Xiaoran, nor was it someone from the Jianmen Sect. It was actually a young girl who had just started out from the Tianji Sect!

Elder Xuan was suddenly overwhelmed with mixed emotions, including envy, jealousy and hatred.

Why does the Tianji Sect have so many geniuses!

Xiu Mu couldn't help but sigh, "Junior Sister Fan is so amazing! We haven't even grasped the sword's meaning yet, but she has already grasped the knife's meaning!"

What’s even more amazing is that even a senior like Elder Xuan couldn’t comprehend the meaning of the sword!

Yang Zetian couldn't help but smack his lips: "Comparing yourself to others is really frustrating."

Lu Xingran had long been numb. Even if Fan Li became a god immediately, she would not feel the slightest bit of emotion.

Now Qin Xiaoran was completely convinced.

Seeing Qin Xiaoran's dejected look, Elder Xuan had no choice but to reprimand his disciple.

"I told you to be so complacent and think you're the best in the world. Now you know there's always someone better than you, right?"

Qin Xiaoran lowered her head and said awkwardly, "I know I was wrong."

Elder Xuan asked, "Now that you know you're wrong, do you know what to do next?"

"Disciple understands!" Qin Xiaoran promised with a blazing gaze, "I'll go back and practice even harder! I'll work hard to comprehend the sword's will!"

"Come back here!" Elder Xuan grabbed her by the back of the collar, looking very disappointed in her.

Qin Xiaoran looked puzzled: "What's wrong?" Is there anything wrong with practicing hard?

Elder Xuan knocked her forehead and said angrily, "There's a ready-made example right in front of you, and you're still trying to figure it out, you idiot!"

Qin Xiaoran's eyes lit up: "Yes!"

After saying that, Qin Xiaoran disappeared from the martial arts field like a gust of wind and chased after Fan Li.

Elder Xuan shook his head.

"I don't understand." Yang Zetian said, "Junior Sister Fan is so powerful, why was she expelled from the sect?"

Lu Xingran sarcastically said, "Perhaps it's precisely because Fan Li is so gifted that he realizes he's unworthy of his position and unfit to teach such a genius, so he does this."

If someone else said this, Yang Zetian would definitely not believe it, but since the person who said it was the senior sister, he would believe it no matter how outrageous it was.

"So this is ah......"

When Elder Xuan learned that the person who had just swung the sword was a disciple of Master Yunmeng, he suddenly understood.

Huanyue Sanren is the Taoist partner of Yunmeng Zhenren, and Fan Li is his disciple, so Huanyue is Fan Li's master's wife... In this way, it doesn't seem so strange that Fan Li can comprehend the meaning of the sword.

Wait, why did Master Yunmeng reject the genius? Did his brain become damaged after reaching the stage of spiritual transformation?

Elder Xuan naturally didn't believe Lu Xingran's words.

Forget it, who cares what the reason is!

Elder Xuan was overjoyed. That was great. Fan Li had no master. He must take the initiative and take this treasure under his wing!

Then Elder Xuan was blown away like a gust of wind, and the three people who were left there were confused.

As expected of master and disciple, their styles of doing things are so similar.