Since it is a competition, we naturally have to find a place where there is no one. After all, the identity of Su Jing’s Yin-Yang Taoist Sect will sooner or later be known to many disciples of Tianya Hai Pavilion. Although it is not untrustable, the dual cultivation of Taoist and martial arts cannot be made known to too many people for the time being before he is full of strength.

Moreover, there are many people and mixed people, so it may lead to some chaos.

At this moment, Murong Ruo took Su Jing to the beach where he practiced his sword on weekdays, because the Ten Extreme Swords he practiced were the secrets of Tianya Hai Pavilion. Therefore, in order to avoid suspicion, there were few disciples there, and in terms of secret nature, they were very good.

Along the way, I met many female disciples who went out for morning exercises at Tianya Hai Pavilion...

Although Murong Ruo was embarrassed, she still plucked up the courage and took Su Jing's hand without any discretion. She was sleeping on the same bed last night, but it gave her the pressure to face everyone's sight. At least, it was justified.

The female disciples showed such a look on their faces. As expected, they couldn't let go yesterday. They felt that the two of them didn't seem very close. At this moment, wouldn't they completely let go? Holding hands, it feels so intimate...

"Sister Sister, Senior Sister, it's not appropriate to stimulate our group of lonely widows who can't find a master so early, right?"

Along the way, there was a group of female disciples practicing swords in groups, about twenty people. Everyone looked at the hands of Murong Ruo and Su Jing holding brightly. One of them was about thirty years old, but his appearance was quite charming. At this time, she had a playful smile on her face and lamented: "I pity me staying alone in the empty room, and I can't stand the emptiness. Senior sister, I see that my brother-in-law is also an energetic person. If he gets married in the future, he will use it for a few days to borrow the younger sisters to talk about my emptiness, which is OK?"

As soon as these words were said, the female disciples suddenly exclaimed in the group, but there was no one shy, but they showed a joking look on their faces. However, they looked at Su Jing for a moment. So there were too many women, so when they were talking to men, they were completely relaxed.

And...what does marrying mean? Didn't I marry Rong Ruo away? Then Mu Qingyan really wants me to marry into the family?

Murong Ruo showed a look of dissatisfaction on his face and said, "Junior Sister Hu Mei, this kind of joke is too much."

"I'm not a joke, I'm serious, but judging from your disapproval of your senior sister, can you actually be able to obey your senior brother alone, and don't you need my help?"

Hu Meijiao smiled, it seemed that she was really charming.

The other female disciples also chuckled.

"You, you...you..."

"By the way, senior sister, I have instructed the kitchen today to send you a bowl of blood-red bean soup, and I want to replenish your blood. You came out so early, have you ever met a servant who brought you porridge?"

Murong Ruo was immediately confused and said in confusion: "Replenish blood? Why do I need to replenish..."

Halfway through the conversation, she realized what Hu Mei meant. She suddenly turned red like blood, shy and angry, and said, "Hu Mei, I tell you, you are glad that the cabinet is not allowed to fight privately, otherwise when the Daowu dispute begins in the future, I will be the first to send you out!"

"Ah hahahaha, that little girl is waiting."

He is much older than Murong Ruo, but he still calls himself Senior Sister... But it's not surprising that didn't Huashan Sect also call Linghu Chong the eldest Senior Brother?

Murong Ruo pulled Su Jing out ashamed and anxious.

It was not until I could hear the ridicule behind that I relaxed and said with gratitude: "Fortunately, I didn't obey you, Brother Su, yesterday, otherwise, I would have been limping today, but I would have been laughed at by them to death."

Su Jing said, "This one is called Hu Mei, it's not simple."

Every frown and smile is natural, and I can't see through it at all.

"Well, she is the strongest person in Tianya Hai Pavilion except for her master."

Murong Ruo whispered softly: "As early as ten years ago, she had entered the innate realm. It was just because she had a heartache that she could not practice the Ten Swords of Extreme Love. Therefore, she was beside me. When I was a child, she took good care of me... But she also worked hard and made great contributions. Most of the disciples of Tianya Hai Pavilion were actually teaching arts."

"So, she is actually the legitimate senior sister, and you, the senior sister, is just a mascot?"

Su Jingxin thought that indeed a sect has a very strong foundation. Hu Mei seemed to be quite proficient in charming skills. Unexpectedly, after Murong Ruo's tone, her martial arts value was also quite powerful, and she didn't even see it at all.

Murong Ruo said dejectedly: "It's a pity that the only disadvantage is that she always likes to joke about me. It's hateful. I've been teased by her since childhood. You always say that I'm very jealous, but I'm always bullied by someone I can't beat. If I were a little smaller, I would have died of depression. It's hateful. When I get stronger in the future, I will definitely beat her up and beat her back to vent my anger."

Su Jing laughed.

It can be seen that these young sisters are having fun together...

Sure enough, the atmosphere in Tianya Hai Pavilion is really great. Perhaps because they are all orphans, they know how hard-won everything they are at present, so they don’t fight.

The two of them held hands and walked all the way to a protruding stone platform by the sea. Below were the waves, the waves were rushing, but above, the sun was bright, and seagulls were flying in the distance, and near, they looked like flowers and beautiful... It was really like a fairyland.

Murong Ruo slowly unsheathed the Qixi Festival sword.

Su Jing also pulled out his Ziying Sword...

In an instant, on the stone platform, white light spread, purple air flowed, and sword energy spread out to compete with each other and fought endlessly.

Murong Ruo had a smile on his eyes and said, "Brother Su, don't use Yuxiao, don't use Taoist cultivation, don't use martial arts, just use sword techniques..."

Su Jing nodded and said, "That's right, since he is practicing the Mohist sword technique, it's naturally the case!"

"That's good, I'll defeat you within thirty moves!"

Murong Ruo's eyes shone brightly, and the sword energy became stronger on the Qixi Festival sword.

Su Jing snorted and said, "You and I have the same skills. I will defeat me with thirty moves? You have to have a limit to brag..."

"I have my own confidence!"

"Would you dare to take a gamble?"

"What are you betting on?"

Su Jing smiled and saw the sound of waves around him. Liao Wurenyan smiled wickedly, "Since you are sure, then you can only use thirty moves. If I cannot defeat you, you can just take off your clothes, okay?"

"you……"

"Since you are sure, you will definitely do it as long as you win."

"Then if I win..."

"I'll take one off?!"

"Okay! One word is determined!"

After the words came, Murong Ruo jumped up and shouted: "I'll beat you to death, a traitor who always wants to take advantage of me..."

"Hahaha, today, I am a traitor and I will succeed!"

Su Jing laughed too, and in an instant, endless ink color filled the sky, staining everything around him with pitch black. Even Murong Ruo's vision became unclear.

In the ink color, a purple sword energy was passing by like a dragon, and first attacked Murong Ruo!

The power of the Mohist sword technique is not unusual!
Chapter completed!