Outside the library.

The moon is at its first crescent, and the lights and shadows are dazzling.

A group of outer sect disciples gathered in twos and threes at the entrance of the Library Pavilion, with the three characters "watch the fun" written all over their faces. Inside the Library Pavilion, there were a steady stream of people peeking out.

Otherwise, sword cultivators are all militants.

As soon as they heard that someone was going to fight, those who were reading and napping and those who were fishing all couldn't sit still and joined in the pile one after another.

"What's going on?" Someone came late and didn't know the reason, so he came over to ask a few questions.

Unexpectedly, the person who was asked was also confused: "I don't know. I heard that someone was going to fight, so I came here - do you know what happened?"

He said the last half of the sentence to other people around him.

Fortunately, someone actually knew: "I heard it was because of that nerd that the conflict started."

For these people who often hang out in the library at night, there are usually only a few people who come and go at the same time. Over time, even if they don't know each other, they will become familiar with each other.

And "nerd" Qian is the most famous among them.

——After all, with his special body shape, it’s hard not to notice.

But if I really have to say that I am deeply impressed, it is because of his weird character.

It stands to reason that such a tall and thick-looking person should prefer to wield swords and guns, but Qian is an exception. He spends most of his time in the library, and the books he reads are not swordsmanship or sword manuals.

, but something like a miscellany.

Moreover, he has a good temper and is always willing to help almost everyone. Even if he encounters someone secretly commenting on his size and race, he is never angry.

But having a good temper can sometimes be a shortcoming.

Every time someone talked to him, he seemed to be frightened. His voice was softer than a mosquito and he couldn't be heard clearly. Over time, everyone stopped talking to him.

"Who was involved in the conflict?"

"You can't even recognize Young Master Shen from Yantai Peak?"

"...I'm night-blind and can't see my face a little bit."

However, after being mentioned in this way, the disciple remembered it.

For these outer sect disciples in the qi training period, Shen Zilin's name is like thunder.

But it happened that this disciple himself had some inextricable relationship with a certain inner disciple of Yantai Peak, and he knew exactly how much content there was in the title of "Master Shen".

Shen Zilin was born in a noble family named Shen in Zhongzhou. He was called Young Master wherever he went. But in fact, before he was diagnosed with dual spiritual roots, he was just the bastard son of a maidservant. Not only was he not favored, but he was often bullied.

Perhaps it was because he was severely tortured in the early years, and once he felt proud, he became arrogant and domineering.

When he was still in Shenjiacheng, he used to be arrogant and domineering. Later, when he came to Jianzong, no one controlled him, and he became even more aggressive. Even the two companions arranged for him by his family for fear of getting into trouble were used by him with spirit stones.

He was bribed and became his accomplice in bullying his fellow disciples.

However, most of the disciples in the inner sect are respectable people, and the family background of any one of them will be revealed to him.

Shen Zilin didn't dare to make any mistakes against them, so he turned around and took out his anger on others.

Qian is one of those unlucky people.

Working, taking the blame, running errands, doing homework... just the fact that the outer disciples around him knew about it was enough to tire him out, but Qi'an never said a word in front of others.

Although he is so big, he is being bossed around by a short man. Privately, many disciples joke that his half-monster blood may be an old scalper who became a spirit.

As time went by, Shen Zilin's group became more and more excessive. Not only himself, but also the minions often came to the library to cause trouble every two days.

Some time ago, some disciples were annoyed by the noise and couldn't help but had a conflict with them. As a result, they were tied with sacks and beaten so hard that they couldn't get out of bed the next day.

After that, no one dared to meddle in other people's business.

"Don't the elders in the library care?"

"What do you care? Didn't you see that the elders on duty today also came out to watch the fun?" The speaker couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"The job of guarding the pavilion is so boring. They wish they could watch two more shows to pass the time. The best they can do is tell people to get out and fight."

Several disciples looked in the direction he said, and sure enough they saw an old man stretching his neck and squinting his eyes to look into the crowd. At first, his expression was a little surprised, but soon turned into a look of interest, as if he was looking at something good.

Like a play.

It seems that just watching the excitement is not too big a deal.

The man paused, then changed the topic and said, "But then again, although this Young Master Shen is not a very good person, he has really good talent. I heard that he was at the peak of Qi training half a year ago, and he is currently working towards foundation building."

"Building the Foundation?" A low voice came from the crowd and exclaimed, "He is only sixteen years old, right? He really doesn't have eyes!"

"Keep your voice down. The two people behind him are looking at you. Be careful before they stop beating you."

"Where is that female nun? Does anyone know where she is from?"

"I've never seen her before. She's probably not one of those proud girls from the inner sect, but she's quite pretty. She's probably only at the sixth or seventh level of Qi training at most."

The disciple who spoke was not just guessing. There were only a few inner sect disciples in each peak. It would be difficult for them to recognize her. Plus, with Ming Dai’s appearance, even if they were from the outer sect, as long as their cultivation level was high enough, they would not be able to.

Never heard of it.

Not only them, but Shen Zilin himself also thinks so, which is why his attitude is so arrogant.

——Unfortunately, none of them could have imagined that although Ming Dai looked a few years older than them, she was not of the same generation at all.

The disciple couldn't help but shook his head and tsked: "I guess I'm going to suffer a lot."

The open space outside the library was not large, and the night was quiet. Ming Dai and the others standing in the middle of the crowd naturally heard the comments of the people around them.

Unlike Qi'an, whose face was full of worry, the trio across from him were standing lazily, looking relaxed and content.

Shen Zilin raised his eyebrows playfully, pretending to be cool and asked: "Swords have no eyes, senior sister, have you thought clearly? Do you really want to compete with me?"

Qi'an was indeed a little shaken when he heard this, and secretly pulled her sleeve, "How about forget it, I don't mind..."

"Draw your sword."

The woman's cold voice blocked the rest of Qian's words in his throat.

"Okay, the young master will play with you today."

Hearing this, Shen Zilin also put away his carelessness, turned his palm over, and used his spiritual power to condense a silver thin sword.

As soon as the spirit sword came out, several more sounds of inhalation suddenly sounded around -

"Earth level spiritual sword!"

"Didn't he still hold a mysterious-level spiritual sword before? Why did he change it again? He is indeed worthy of being from a noble family."

"Oh, don't look any further, the victory or defeat has been decided! This young senior sister should quickly admit defeat!"

…

Listening to the discussions around him, Shen Zilin couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips. He enjoyed the feeling of being envied and sought after by others.

This earth-level spiritual sword was sent by the Shen family when he started to build the foundation a few months ago. The purpose was to help him build the foundation as soon as possible.

To be honest, to those inner sect disciples, the Earth Level Spirit Sword was nothing, so he had not taken it out during this period.

But for the outer disciples, the situation is different.

The Sword Sect has regulations that only those who have reached the peak of Foundation Establishment are eligible to enter the Sword Tomb to search for the natal sword in order to attack the golden elixir. Before that, they could only use spirit swords or even ordinary iron swords.

It goes without saying that iron swords are cheap, but spiritual swords, like spiritual weapons and spiritual treasures, are divided into several grades: heaven, earth, black and yellow.

The Earth-level Spirit Sword is a treasure that many casual cultivators and outer disciples may not be able to obtain even after spending most of their lives. Didn't you see how many people's eyes turned red the moment he took out the Spirit Sword?

Shen Zilin Zhengchou has not had much chance to show off recently.

Seeing that the other party had created such a good opportunity for him, he might consider being gentler if he made a move soon.

He raised the corners of his lips and showed what he thought was a charming smile: "Since senior sister insists on competing, don't blame me for not knowing how to show mercy - where is your sword?"

Shen Zilin said the last sentence with a frown. She was obviously the one urging him to draw the sword, but he had already drawn it for several breaths. Why didn't this man move?

Ming Dai: "I don't even need a sword to deal with you."

As she spoke, she casually folded a yellow wattle sliver from the bushes nearby, placed it in her palms and patted it twice. It was soft and hard just right.

"This is enough."

Others:???

Isn’t this too arrogant to say?

The melon eaters around him cheered up, and Qi'an's heart pounded, and he secretly made up his mind that if Mingdai made someone angry, he would rush over and carry her. Anyway, he was thick-skinned and not afraid of being beaten.

Hearing this, Shen Zilin also felt a trace of anger in his heart, and sneered, "That's not a small tone, but it's a pity that senior sister thinks too highly of herself. I'll let junior brother teach you a lesson today -"

Before he could finish speaking, a black shadow suddenly flashed before his eyes!

Shen Zilin felt bad, but before he could make a move, a strange touch suddenly came from his neck, as if he was being resisted by something.

The next second, a woman's cold voice sounded in my ears——
Chapter completed!