The cold Bingyu slapped his face randomly, and the cold tears mixed with sweat, and the colors in front of him were suddenly covered up.

Sang could only see a shadow wandering around him with his only vague light, as if it was an executioner holding a sharp weapon, constantly slaughtering him with a cold bayonet.

The distraction of the snow of the Taoist King Weishu had no emotion, and was much more terrifying than him. He trained the mulberry strictly according to the instructions of his body.

“Too slow.”

“The explosive power is not enough.”

"madness."

With a scolding, several ice cones suddenly turned into a long sword when they attacked Sang. They instantly penetrated her body, and were nailed to the ground with the burst of remaining strength.

Sang collapsed to the ground at this time, his collarbone on both sides of his shoulders was penetrated, and his hands and feet were also nailed to the ground.

She looked up at the sky, her eyes were confused, her whole body could not move, her wounds were scorching, and she was cold and cold in a flash. The most painful thing was this.

Weishu Taoist returned to Bingpo Peak and stored ice and snow to distract himself. Seeing this scene, his eyes felt helpless: "Do you still have such a bad combat awareness?"

He walked to Sang, squatted down, stretched out his hand to push away the sweaty hair on her forehead, gently stumbled on her forehead with the back of his hand, and found that he had no life for the time being and then turned around and slowly pulled up the sharp sword stuck in her body.

His movements were so slow that it was even more painful than the sword entering his body. Sang opened his mouth weakly and said, "Mr. Weishu, I think you want to kill me."

"No, I do everything for your own good." Wei Shu Daojun finally pulled out a sword nailed to her left shoulder. The sword instantly cracked into shattered ice and smoke in his hand.

He continued to pull other sharp swords, causing Sang's body to spasm in pain.

At this moment, Sang really thought he wanted her to die.

Finally, all six sharp swords dispersed, and Daojun Weishu stood up and said, "Get up, don't pretend to be dead, continue."

Sang refused to get up and lay down on the ground and looked up slightly at him provocatively: "Unless you train me normally, I will stop doing it. If you have the ability, you will kill me."

She can't afford such inhuman treatment and will not want to die. No matter you are the king of heaven, I can't do it.

Weishu Taoist was a little surprised, for himself and for mulberry.

He looked down at his hands in a daze. Was he really too ruthless to do it?

Seeing him standing there thinking, Sang immediately secretly took a handful of pills, secretly circulating the true energy in his body, trying to give himself a trace of self-protection.

A cluster of silver hair fell down, and Sang Xin was frightened, afraid that he would turn into a sharp sword and let him penetrate him into a cold heart.

She was really afraid of him.

Weishu Daojun squatted down and found that Sang was indeed a bit miserable. If it weren't for her special physique, she would probably have lost her human form.

He sighed secretly, reached out to go around the back of her head and hugged her gently.

Sang was stiff all over, and seemed to be unable to believe that he was so gentle.

The two got closer and closer. Wei Shu Daojun found that her body was injured and her true energy was empty in her eyes. So he lifted her upper body and hugged her on her arm, and then slowly leaned on her shoulder.

Sang didn't dare to move in this cold fragrance. Her thoughts were blank. She only saw a smooth silver hair in front of her, and the wound on her body gradually stopped hurting so much.

"I'm sorry, I'm too anxious. You can rest well today and start training again tomorrow." Wei Shu Daojun reached out to wrap his hand over her shoulder and quickly repaired the wound on her body.

When Sang heard him say this, the grievances and pains of the past few days suddenly burst out. He didn't care about his dignity and just hugged him gently.

"I will definitely practice hard and live up to everyone's expectations." Sang swears gently and begs gently, "I hope Daojun will not nail me to the ground with his sword."

She knew that her comprehensive qualifications were mediocre and could not compare to those real peerless geniuses, but she also had an ambitious heart and was not willing to fall behind.

It’s not that she has never been contaminated with blood or experienced the sinister and evil female cultivator in the world, but after experiencing all this, she decided to hide those thoughts.

Isn’t it good to practice happily with everyone on weekdays? After all, it’s a different path, so why bother to cause life and death grudges?

As for the grudges and revenge that have already occurred, it is not that the time has not come before it has not come.

For example, she kept the cruel special training these days in mind, thinking that she would find a chance to return it in the future.

Wei Shu Daojun didn't know what she was thinking. Seeing her burying her head on her shoulder and silently, she thought she was too afraid of being sad, so she reached out and patted her shoulder to comfort her.

He didn't know what to say.

He thought he was right, but seemed to be wrong again.

"Your combat awareness is still too bad compared to other accumulated golden elixirs. Your magic changes rapidly and your magical powers are supernatural. A mature sword cultivator can use the sword to control his body and use one sword to break the changing momentum. Although you have learned a lot, you are too young and have less background."

Weishu Daojun said a little sad: "You are the daughter of Master. I hope you can rely on your own strength instead of others to gain the recognition of the two immortal sects. Thirty years later, you will eventually go to the Zhoutian Immortal Sect. I hope that if something happens, you will have the ability to protect yourself."

Sang heard what he said, and understood that he had made far-reaching plans for himself, had good intentions, and wanted to take revenge in an instant. He really moistened his eyes and murmured: "I'm sorry..."

Next, neither of them spoke, as if time and space were silent.

Qiao Yixiang usually entered the special training site of Sang. He was too busy a few days ago and didn't come. He only heard that the teacher's training was quite strict and cruel. He wanted to come and have a look today.

Yang Yan beside him frowned slightly, feeling that although the special training could quickly improve Sang's combat effectiveness, it was inexplicably inappropriate. Today, he was about to propose to his master to slow down.

The two of them flew outside the special training field without any scruples, and then...

Turning around silently, saying goodbye and leaving.

It was as if there were monsters chasing behind them, and the two of them ran fast, wishing they could break through the space and leave.

He sensed that the arrival of Weishu Daojun, who had no need to think about it, knew that they had misunderstood. He reached out and pulled the two disciples into the air, and he caught them back.

Qiao Yi's eyes were rolling around and dared not look forward, and her cheeks turned slightly red.

Yang Yan's face was solemn, and he lowered his head slightly and was thinking about something.

Weishu Daojun stood up and handed the Sang who fainted from his arms to the two of them, saying seriously: "The master is just checking her cultivation status. You will take her to the Spirit Pool to practice. If you practice quickly and slowly, let her rest for a day."

Qiao Yi didn't dare to answer, so Yang Yan had to float up a piece of quicksand to take the coma-repaired Sang.

Weishu Daojun looked at the two most promising disciples under his sect, told them to take good care of them and then flew away to deal with the affairs of the sect.

Seeing that the master left, Qiao Yi and Yang Yan exchanged glances.

"What is the attitude of Master towards Junior Sister Sang?" Qiao Yi was puzzled.

Yang Yan knew much more than him, but unfortunately he couldn't tell him, so he had to pat his senior brother on the shoulder: "I believe Master, Junior Sister Sang is weak, so we should not guess randomly and send it to the hospital as soon as possible."
Chapter completed!