Li Yujiao suddenly regained her coolness and bowed: "I have met Senior Sister Wen, the little girl Li Yujiao."

"Hello, Junior Sister Li." Wen Yinyue nodded.

Although Li Yujiao is young, her martial arts skills are amazing and she is one of the best among the younger generation.

It was because she had practiced the Nine Turns of Marrow Cleansing Sutra. Although it was different from Li Muchan's Nine Turns of Marrow Cleansing Sutra, she had already practiced it at two levels, and her internal strength was superimposed, which was naturally amazing.

Nie Xuefeng was standing aside, chattering a little, and no one paid any attention to him.

He has also been famous for Li Yujiao for a long time. This was the first time he saw that Li Yujiao never went down the mountain and only practiced on the Holy Snow Peak.

"Miss Li, I heard that your swordsmanship is outstanding and that the younger generation has no rivals. I wonder who is better than Master Zhanran?" Nie Xuefeng said.

Li Yujiao turned to look at him and said lightly: "Of course I'm not as good as Senior Brother Zhanran."

Nie Xuefeng looked suspicious: "Oh——?"

Li Yujiao looked at him: "I heard that you have mastered Feixian Sword Technique, how about you demonstrate it?"

"Isn't this bad..." Nie Xuefeng hesitated.

Li Yujiao glanced lightly: "If you don't dare, forget it."

This glance was full of power, contempt and disdain, like a sharp knife piercing Nie Xuefeng's heart.

Men are the most despised by beautiful women. He said solemnly: "In that case, I will learn the swordsmanship of Saint Xuefeng!"
Chapter completed!