Everyone couldn't help but close their eyes because the scene in front of them was so miserable.

Qian Han from the sky fell to the ground and was forced off the stage by Sang's two swords, but Sang on the stage felt a chill on his head.

A cool feeling that seemed familiar to me surged into her heart. She gently raised her hand and wiped her head, and blood flowed like a lot in an instant.

"Ah, Xiao Zi, you bit me again!" Sang's fingers stinged. This time, she seemed to be bitten hard and the blood flowed. She was so anxious that she immediately frozen the wound and then licked it in her mouth.

But the moment he lowered his head, strands of black hair fell down slowly, as if there was a black snow falling between the sky and the sky suddenly became dark.

Qian Han, who was hit from the competition stand, looked at the female cultivator who had his head shaved with his own sword and was silent. He didn't know whether to sigh at the other party's powerful defensive ability or to be glad that he was not unscathed after the sword was cut.

"Ah, my hair!" Although Sang didn't care so much about his appearance, he didn't care at all. He was shaved in public and was stunned.

She covered her head and flew down: "I hate knife repair the most!"

She ran while roaring, and a blue-purple bead flower behind her was spitting out the sword energy and chasing her quickly.

The other people who watched the competition were shocked at first, and then laughed, especially some sword cultivators who had been "exploded and bullied" by Sang laughed out loud.

Lin Fei and Huayang Daojun were so amused that they hurried back to see the situation of Sang. The force of the collision between the two swords was so earth-shaking, but there was no internal injury.

The big guys who saw this scene in the three palaces above the clouds had no choice but to secretly set Sang's place.

If you do these few more games, you will be surprised and smiled. Don’t ruin the ordinary disciples of the Sword Sect.

He is obviously a well-behaved female cultivator, so how could he do anything wrong?

Sang covered his bald head and ran back to the cave in Qingxiao Palace.

Her current cave is a small courtyard opened from Yan Hui Zhenjun's Temple. She felt deeply inconvenient at this time, and she was unhappy at this time and couldn't even vent her.

When the master and mother get married, she will definitely go to the Sword Sect to apply for a new temple. It is best to win a good ranking in the competition between the sects in the future, and by the way, some resources will be used to decorate her cave.

When Sang sighed, Jian Tong took her hair growth ointment and other elixirs.

At this time, I couldn't help but think of the white boy who had been with her. Unfortunately, it followed her master in seclusion, and the two black and red boys were ordered to stay in the spiritual sword and not appear in front of others because they had appeared in the Zhoutian Empire.

"Thank you, which senior sword boy are you?" Sang asked casually after thanking.

The sword boy smiled and said, "I am the head of the sword. The master asked me to warn the real person to cultivate well and not to lose face when competing with the Tianxuan Immortal Sect."

Sang nodded and said yes, secretly complaining that this time he was careless, and this would never happen in the future.

Then the sword boy said another sentence, which made Sang so angry that he immediately closed his mouth, feeling that he was completely embarrassed.

The sword boy said, "The master said that the real beauty is on the list, and he is the first female cultivator in the Sword Sect to be on the list of beauty for millions of years. Don't get the ranking, otherwise the iron-eating beast will no longer be returned."

“…”

Sang, who was in seclusion in one go, was not entirely practicing. She was more about adjusting her thoughts and body.

The heart-warming period is a special period for monks, just like the confusion of youth of mortals. At the least, the thoughts are complicated and the cultivation is stagnant, and at the worst, some irreparable impulsive things are done.

Therefore, many monks will find Taoist couples to relieve their worries and comfort each other during this period. However, when this period passes, they will find that those lingering love is vulnerable.

"Fortunately I was moved too late, otherwise I wouldn't know what earth-shaking things would have happened when I was there."

Sang Mo thought silently, and spread out a few books in front of her. She believed that these powers that recorded the knowledge of the world could lead her out of restlessness and confusion.

The memories of the past are kept hidden in your heart, and it is still the past. The beautiful present and future are the directions you should grasp.

Read books and adjust your thoughts with one hand, while practicing with the other hand.

Sang knew that he had fewer surprises in fighting with others. As for Tianhuo Bixu, it was not a surprise victory, but an almost murderous move.

In terms of magic, she relies on her ethereal root qualifications to change a lot, but apart from the four techniques of wind, water, ice and fire that she practices a lot on weekdays, the use of other techniques can only be said to be mediocre. If she really fights, she can only be mutually restrained and not very stable.

Moreover, it is really difficult to have no unique magical powers in those four techniques except Tianhuo.

In terms of swordsmanship, because she is not a sword cultivator, this is reasonable, but she herself is not satisfied. The extreme momentum of the Xia Zhi chapter of the Four Seasons Sword Technique is still a bit short of the momentum and is not powerful enough.

She couldn't help but wonder if it was because she had practiced the growth momentum of swordsmanship into a medical practice that was like summer flowers.

It is really difficult to lose one thing when you look at one thing.

In her body, perhaps because she was injured a lot, the infinite physical body's small magical power could be turned around without realizing it. As long as she had a thought, the ordinary flesh and blood wounds would immediately flow and heal as before.

But if the wound is mixed with poison, curse, sword energy, Yin Demon evil energy and other superimposed forces, the effect will be greatly reduced. Although she can avoid most Yin damage in fairy feather clothes, it is not absolute.

After sorting it out, Sang found that she was really sorry for the so-called genius name. She could practice, and she only knew the technique of skin and fur after other formations, talismans, elixirs, and weapons. If she encountered some strange geniuses, she would be in danger.

"Knowledge is power." Sang felt extremely empty inside and urgently needed various information to fill it.

She didn't want to leave the seclusion midway, so she had to send Qi Ling Yaoyao to the library to borrow various books with her sect token. She also wanted to try the method of cramming for the moment.

Originally, she wanted to let the sword-shaped Hua Xiaozi on her head go, but she hesitated and let it go. Xiaozi was so fierce that she might not only hurt people, but also take the opportunity to mess with Jianmu.

After all, Xiao Zi is a flower spirit who is lazy and unwilling to bear the fruit of swordsmanship and becomes a spirit.

Yaoyao is full of peach blossoms, charming but loyal, and the little amethyst is blue and purple, transparent but fierce.

The same evolution of the flower spirit, why is the difference between Yaoyao and Xiaozi so big?

Reading books, practicing, practicing swordsmanship changes, Sang's seemingly leisurely retreat was not at all idle.

Those who fantasize about the immortal cultivator sitting in the mountains without time, how could they know that the immortal cultivator's heart crossed the sky of the galaxy and watched the tides rise and fall, and the clouds roll and unfold?

Sang quickly browsed various books, and the unopened sea of ​​consciousness chaos was stained with a trace of bookish spirit. It was the various knowledge she sealed, and it would be dug out when it was useful.

She muttered something and kept making gestures in her hands. The wind and fire were around her. The hair that had grown long ago was winding to the ground because of no scruples...

"Bang!"

A burst of smoke and dust, the door of seclusion was opened forcefully.

Sang was shocked and turned his head to see that the intensity of light outside the door made her unable to help but raise her hand to cover her eyes.

Lin Fei was frightened by her appearance as if she was imprisoned and was suddenly imprisoned and was quickly shouting: "Sang, get up, your sword sect competition team is about to set off to Tianxuan Immortal Sect!"
Chapter completed!