After sending Sang Ming away, Xuanyuan Sect seemed to have returned to its former peace.
Sang Luo and Chu Yanshu went up the mountain together. As soon as they arrived in front of Xuefeng Peak, they saw the Changli Sword Master standing there holding Song Qingyun, waiting for the two of them.
Changli Sword Master looked indifferent, but Song Qingyun was as aggrieved as a puppy, but he didn't dare to show his teeth and claws, he could only shrink his head and tremble on the side.
Sang Luo walked over with a puzzled look on his face,
"Master, what's going on?"
Changli Sword Master mentioned Song Qingyun and said to Sang Luo,
"He rushed into the country without authorization and wanted to have a baby, and he almost went crazy."
After hearing this, Sang Luo's eyes suddenly became filled with anger. Regardless of the presence of the Changli Sword Master, he lowered his fist to Song Qingyun's head and beat him once he caught him.
"You are just making a fuss about your death!"
Seeing that he has been quite calm these past few days, I thought he was being sensible!
Song Qingyun was beaten so hard by Sang Luo that he screamed, with tears in his eyes, he quickly begged for mercy.
"Stop fighting, don't fight, I won't dare anymore!"
He just wanted to give it a try, just wanted to give it a try.
Sang Luo was so angry with him that he grabbed his chubby face and lectured him.
"How long have you been in the Golden Core Realm? How long has it been since you recovered from your last injury?! You just want to break through! You're lucky if you don't go crazy and blow yourself up!"
Song Qingyun’s eyes were filled with tears,
"So many people in Kunwu Sword Sect are having babies, I just don't want to fall behind."
Although the senior sister occupies the top spot on the Xiaotian Ranking, in the first five miles, Kunwu Sword Sect occupies three positions, and three of them are Nascent Souls.
He definitely doesn't want to fall behind.
Hearing that Sang Luo wanted to beat him again, Song Qingyun quickly hid behind Changli Sword Master.
The senior sister has been beaten twice, but why hasn't she calmed down yet?
Changli Sword Master rubbed his eyebrows and looked at Sang Luo and Chu Yanshu,
"Then the dragon soul is in your hands?"
Sang Luo hesitated slightly when he heard the beating. Chu Yanshu spoke calmly,
"Yes, it wanted to escape without sacrificing its life, but it happened to fall into the trap I laid in advance."
As he spoke, he also pulled out the dragon soul.
Changli Sword Master sighed,
"That's all, there are three months until the Canglan Sea Demonic War, which involves the Hongmeng Secret Realm. You can follow me to practice in seclusion at Snowfall Peak for a period of time."
Sang Luo has just realized the Tao and still needs to practice.
Needless to say, Song Qingyun's cultivation is a bit radical, and he needs to sharpen his character, otherwise he may leave some trouble in the future.
As for Chu Yanshu, he has many spiritual roots in his body and has practiced a lot of various mental techniques. He should be sorted out carefully.
The other sects and aristocratic families had already left, leaving the affairs of the Xuanyuan Sect in Lu Huaizhi's hands without causing much trouble. Su Changli felt that he had nothing to do, so he could take these children back to Jiangxue Peak for retreat.
Sang Luo had originally wanted to go to Xuefeng Peak for retreat. Naturally, she would have no objection if her master said so.
Pei Jingxing sensed that his alchemy was about to break through, so he locked himself in Xihe Hall for retreat.
Unlike these junior brothers and sisters who are dedicated to cultivating Taoism, Lu Huaizhi is feeling even more pressure at this moment.
The Sixth Sect and the Aristocratic Family had just left, and they still had to prepare for the Canglan Sea Demonic War in three months. He had quite a lot on his hands.
He is clearly still a disciple in his early twenties. Looking at the world of cultivation, he is really young at this age, but he is in charge of an affair. Lu Huaizhi rubbed his eyebrows and sighed,
"Master, Master, when will you come back?"
If he never came back, he would think about accepting a disciple, spending some time training him, and helping him take the position of acting sect leader.