On the grassy slope, Mo Xiaoran sat quietly, looking in the direction of Wuji Sect.
The ferocious and fierce red-blooded violent bear lay beside her like a guardian beast, while Niujiazhai's little yellow ox Niu Meng was having fun on the grass in front of her, chasing butterflies flying around.
"Little Master, do you miss Master?"
The deep voice of the red-blooded violent bear sounded.
"Well, a little bit."
The little girl felt a little aggrieved, "Little Bear, do you think daddy won't want me anymore?"
The red-blooded violent bear said, "My mother kicked me out of the cave three years after I was born. Since then, I have been alone in Donghua Mountain. In fact, I think it is good to be alone."
It glanced at the girl who was about to cry with tears in her eyes, and quickly changed its words, "But that's the way of life of our demon tribe.
Look at that fool..."
The violent bear raised his paw and pointed at Niu Meng who jumped up to bite the butterfly, "They live together in Niu's Village. I don't think the master will abandon you. He just thinks it's too dangerous to ask about this matter, so he asked Yuan
Master Ming brought you to Xuanyun Sect."
"Yeah?"
"Yes."
Mo Xiaoran became happy, stood up and smelled the fresh air. The aura here was much richer than that of Wuji Sect, and his cultivation level grew much faster here.
Soon, the little girl became worried again.
"Why do those bad guys from the Ziyun Sect want to ask about the Wuji Sect? Isn't it good to practice honestly and have to fight and kill? When I grow up, I will build the largest sect and all the disciples will be united.
Practice and don’t fight.”
Mo Xiaoran's eyes were determined, "I will never let any child leave his hometown or his father again."
The violent bear raised his eyebrows, "Oh, I hope so!"
There was silence for a while, and then He Jianbai shouted from behind, "Junior sister Xiaoran, so you are here?"
After coming to Xuanyun Sect for more than two months, He Jianbai was basically responsible for Mo Xiaoran's daily life.
Let a sect's genius waste his cultivation time serving outsiders. If he were another disciple, he would definitely make some sarcastic remarks.
But He Jianbai won't.
First, the little girl hit him on the nose, not on the nose, but on the eyes. Overall, he was beaten.
Secondly, he discovered that the little girl's marksmanship was very good, and practicing with her would be much more effective than practicing alone.
It's useless to compete with a group of fellow disciples who can be defeated at will.
Moreover, this little girl is cute, quiet, smart, and smiles brightly when she meets everyone, which is very lovable, so I take great care of her.
Mo Xiaoran stood up and waved to He Jianbai. The graceful girl in the green field shone like a fairy.
"What's the matter, Senior Brother He?"
"Someone from the Cangyu Sword Sect has come to challenge Senior Brother Baizhan. Senior Uncle Yuan Ming asked me to call you to take a look."
"Cangyu Sword Sect, aren't they a second-rate sect? Why do they come to Xuanyun Sect to challenge them?"
"Senior Brother Bai Zhan is known as the number one young man in Qingzhou, and Commander Zhuang is also the pride of Cang Yu Sword Sect. He probably feels that Senior Brother Bai Zhan is too popular and wants to suppress his spirit!"
"Why do I think the number one young person in Qingzhou should be my father?"
He Jianbai was speechless for a moment and coughed, "Senior Brother Baizhan is twenty years old this year and is at the twelfth level of Qi Refining. This is the reason why his suppression level has not improved. Uncle Mo must be quite old, right?"
Mo Xiaoran blinked his eyes, "But my father is only about forty years old, and he is already at the twelfth level of foundation building. Forty years old is very young. Aren't those uncles who are foundation building hundreds of years old?"
"Well, the younger generation specifically refers to the Qi refining period under the age of thirty. Uncle Mo has already established the foundation, so it is not included. Stop talking about this and follow me to see Uncle Yuan Ming!"
"My dad is the strongest."
The little girl muttered and emphasized, calling Bao Xiong and Niu Meng, and followed He Jianbai, wielding the sword.
The Xuanyun Sect's martial arts training ground is five times as large as that of the Wuji Sect. The stone is of high quality and is refined by the sect's Jindan elders, making it difficult to damage. There is also an auditorium that can accommodate thousands of people.
The entire martial arts training ground is shrouded in formations, which can prevent martial arts practitioners from harming innocent people.
In fact, these Wuji Sects have also achieved this, but their scale and quality are far inferior.
The ground that breaks into pieces at every turn underfoot is crying out over and over again for the Wuji Sect's shoddy project.
Taoist Priest Yuanming and several Jindan elders were sitting on the main stage, with various splendid sunshades above them. There were nearly two thousand disciples watching the battle in the rest of the auditorium.
It was a matter of honor for the Xuanyun Sect, and many foundation-building elders from various peaks came. There were even fans who wanted to see Bai Zhan's elegance. They held colorful flags embroidered with Bai Zhan's name and shouted Bai Zhan's name loudly.
Those crazy looks are no different from magnet powder.
"The person coming from the Cangyu Sword Sect is not kind!"
He Jianbai squinted at the man standing upright in the martial arts field. He was strong, with a black sword behind him. He was imposing and had a faint aura.
"Where's Bai Zhan?"
Mo Xiaoran looked around and found no figure similar to the legendary prodigy who was victorious in every battle.
A voice snorted coldly, "Senior Brother Bai Zhan, how can anyone challenge him if he wants to? Little girl, where did you come from, Mo Xiaoran?"
The voice was full of defiance and disdain.
Mo Xiaoran glanced over displeasedly and saw a young junior who was as thin as a hungry wolf. He was fifteen or sixteen years old and less than six feet tall. He had a childish look on his face and was looking at her provocatively.
"Wuji Sect. If you can't speak, I can teach you!"
When the young man heard this, he showed a fierce look and said, "Smelly girl, what did you say?"
Mo Xiaoran showed no sign of weakness, "Are you deaf?"
In front of several golden elixir masters, the young junior showed murderous intent, and he was about to take action by using the magic formula. Mo Xiaoran was not to be outdone, he stretched out his hand to grab the void, and the spear appeared.
"That's enough! Everyone, stand down!"
Taoist Priest Yuan Ming frowned and shouted, "If you want to take action, you can fight as you like after the battle. Now, just wait and see."
How can you compete with the power of the golden elixir during the Qi refining period?
Just the slightest hint of spiritual pressure made the two bickering young men feel as if a mountain was sinking above their heads.
At the moment, the young man remained silent and stepped back with a threatening tone, staring at Mo Xiaoran.
The little girl sneered, then stuck out her tongue and made a face, full of disdain.
The disciples who were watching the battle had never seen Mo Xiaoran arguing with anyone. Looking at the young disciple, everyone's faces were a little unnatural. Looking at Mo Xiaoran's indifferent expression, they couldn't help but nod.
"Baizhan, why don't you show up yet?"
The strong man on the huge arena said with a cautious voice like thunder, "The Commander-in-Chief of the Cangyu Sword Sect, I'm here to ask for advice."
No reply.
Zhuang Shuai said angrily, "Baizhan, if you are afraid, just give me a word and I will leave immediately."
"Nonsense, how can Senior Brother Baizhan be afraid?"
"You are of too low a level and are not worthy of Senior Brother Baizhan."
"You look like a gorilla, how did you escape from Donghua Mountain?"
The Xuanyun Sect disciples who were watching the battle immediately exploded.
In the hearts of his disciples, Bai Zhan is their spiritual pillar and their god of war who is victorious in every battle. He will never tolerate anyone's slander.
The strong man named Zhuang Shuai didn't care about the long curse, but was a little excited. He raised his hands and walked around the field, taking everyone's anger as praise for him.
"Where is Senior Brother Baizhan? Why haven't you come yet?" He Jianbai was a little anxious.
A disciple said, "Baizhan has always been alone. Who dares to ask where he went?"
Mo Xiaoran looked at the complacent Commander Zhuang on the sidelines with great interest. Seeing his smug face, he couldn't help but say, "This uncle has a good attitude! He is a strange person to be able to act as if nothing has happened in the face of a flood of abuse.
"
The waiting time is always long, and even the few Jindan masters with a peaceful mind feel a little anxious when faced with the provocation from the disciples of the Cangyu Sword Sect.
This is a disgrace to the sect!
Although the opponent is the top sect in Qingzhou, the Cangyu Sword Sect, our Xuanyun Sect is not afraid at all.
Now Bai Zhan, as the protagonist, is not showing up, and on the surface, he is afraid of the other party.
"Where is Bai Zhanren?" Taoist Priest Yuan Ming asked.
Everyone around me lowered their heads, just like a teacher asking a question in class, for fear of making eye contact and becoming the scapegoat.
When no one responded, Taoist Priest Yuan Ming said, "Since there are no more battles, Jianbai, are you confident in defeating Commander Zhuang?"
Leng Buding was ordered to general, and He Jianbai could only bite the bullet and reply, "Sir, Commander Zhuang and I are both in the top ten in Qingzhou, but he is in fourth place and I am only in tenth place."
Then he laughed and said, "Except for Junior Brother Bai Zhan, I have the confidence to fight with everyone else."
"I don't want you to have confidence. I want you to save face for the sect. Cangyu Sword Sect? Haha, is it very strong?"
He Jianbai said in his heart, I am not the real Jindan, I am just a young monk in the Qi refining stage, I don't have the confidence you always have.
He said, "This disciple is willing to go through fire and water for the sect, but I don't take him lightly even if he is a mere commander-in-chief."
Yuan Ming stroked his beard and smiled and said, "What I want is your ambition. If you can defeat Commander Zhuang, I will make the decision and reward you with a foundation-building pill and a thousand low-grade spiritual stones."
He Jianbai's eyes lit up, "Thank you, Uncle Master, I will definitely win Commander Zhuang."
He lifted up the hem of his trousers, stood up with his sword, and laughed loudly, "Senior Brother Bai Zhan is very busy and has no time to pay attention to you. Is He Jianbai here to learn from Senior Brother Zhuang's wonderful method?"
Commander Zhuang had a solemn expression. He turned back to look at He Jianbai, who was wearing a long gown with his sword floating down. He stared at him for a long time.
"You are no match for me, call Bai Zhan."
He Jianbai was also one of the top geniuses of the Xuanyun Sect. He had never been looked down upon so much. His anger boiled in his heart, and without saying much, he drew his flying sword with a "clang" sound.
"Beat me, and then you can talk to me about meeting Junior Brother Baizhan!"