Chu Yan's face darkened next to him. Does it match?
Where does this poor guy deserve to be?
Lu Huaizhi looked at his little junior sister's flamboyant red hair and couldn't help laughing.
"It's a good match."
"With a head!"
Pei Jingxing stood up with an indifferent expression and spoke Chu Yanshu's thoughts,
"I looked left and right and couldn't see how this boy is a good match for you. If two poor people get together, are you going to die poor?"
Sang Luo didn't expect that her third senior brother would react so fiercely. She blinked her eyes and said,
"Senior brother, after all, I am the number one swordsman among the young disciples."
Pei Jingxing sneered and said,
"I advise you to give up on this idea. Not to mention that the basic sword cultivators are poor per capita. The sword cultivators in Kunwu Sword Sect basically practice the ruthless way. Their favorite thing is to kill their wives to prove the way. They are scumbags in the Cangwu world.
Nine of the top ten in the rankings belong to the Kunwu Sword Sect, what, you want to get killed by sticking to them?"
Sang Luo listened silently,
"Killing your wife... can you still prove the truth?"
What kind of evidence does this mean?
Animal way?
Pei Jingxing hummed a few words, expressing his disdain for Kunwu Sword Sect and Lin Qinghan himself.
"There are seven sword cultivators who are all in the ruthless way. Lin Qinghan has a rare mutant ice spirit root that is rare in ten thousand years. If you look at the coldness on his body, you know that he must be in the ruthless way."
Moreover... sword cultivators are basically ruthless.
Moreover, the combat power of Wuqing Dao sword cultivators is basically higher than that of Xiaoyao Dao.
Sang Luo was stunned by what Pei Jingxing said, and suddenly thought of his master.
"What kind of path do Master and Uncle Chu Xue practice?"
The auras on both of them are a bit strange.
It doesn’t look like the Happy Way, nor does it look like the Ruthless Way.
Pei Jingxing listened silently and said nothing.
Lu Huaizhi looked not far away and spoke,
"Uncle Changli and Uncle Chuxue both practiced the Xiaoyao Tao in the past."
"Once upon a time?"
Sang Luo frowned,
"That's not the case now?"
Lu Huaizhi nodded,
"In the battle at Liudao Mountain a thousand years ago, both of them were actually possessed by demons. Their Taoist hearts collapsed and their state of mind was different. Naturally, they were unable to cultivate the Taoism."
After experiencing the death of relatives and close friends one after another, it is natural that I can no longer be free.
"Then what path are Master and Uncle Chuxue cultivating now?"
Sang Luo asked.
Lu Huaizhi paused briefly and said,
"The Supreme Being forgets his love."
Immortals are so supreme that they forget their emotions, and when they reach the peak of cultivation, they no longer have any other emotions, and they no longer have any attachment to the world.
At that time, the Taoist hearts of the two uncles collapsed and their cultivation was completely lost overnight. For Xuanyuan Sect, they lived alone on the mountain peak and cultivated to the top again.
It's just that... because there are still attachments in my heart and things that I am unwilling to let go of, I have never been able to truly cultivate Taishang Wangqingyi, and naturally I can't become an immortal.
Sang Luo listened and looked in the direction of Xuefeng Peak,
"Master and Uncle Chuxue are truly rare geniuses in the world."
At a young age, he could fight against a giant with a sword and become famous in one battle.
Even if you hit rock bottom, you can still get back to the top.
And in these thousand years, they could have become immortals long ago, but... they didn't want to.
Lu Huaizhi said, turning his head to look at Sang Luo,
"Elder brother cultivates the ruthless path, I know this, but little junior sister, what path do you cultivate?"
The aura on her body was unclear.
The Wuqing Dao is definitely not like it, but the Happy Dao seems to be a little bit worse.
The aura on Song Qingyun's body was that of a completely free and happy way.
This stopped Sang Luo from asking, she touched her chin,