Spirit Sword Sovereign

Listen, Chu Xingyun squatted.

Just when he wants to refuse, Xia Qingcheng said again: “This is the case, and we will be able to take care of each other.”

After this was said, she waited for Chu Xingyun to open her mouth and turned away.

Looking at Xiingcheng’s lithe and graceful back, Chu Xingyun has some didn’t know whether to cry or laugh, and whispered to himself: “This little girl, really loves to make a claim!”

Having said that, but in his heart, there is still a trace of warmth.

The night is getting deeper.

Chu Xingyun sat in the hall for a long time. Eventually, he slowly rose and succumbed to the frenzied night wind and disappeared into the night.

The next day, early morning hours.

Chu Xingyun and Xia Qingcheng both left Sword Master and ran towards the direction of move towards outer sect.

Along the way, many people saw them, they stopped the movements in their hands, and they both stared at the past. In this gaze, there were expectations and doubts, but more, they were curious.

Even some people are far following, and don’t want to miss any scene.

“A group of flies!” Xia Qingcheng glanced behind him, his face was a little angry.

As for Chu Xingyun, he seems to be okay, never looking behind him, always looking at the front, his look is not shocked.

It didn’t take long for the two to step into the outer sect.

This time, they came to a place on the west side of Gao Feng, where there is a lofty palace. The all around of the palace is a lot of attic, forming a pattern of stars and moons.

On the threshold of the lofty palace, there are three characters written – the Temple of Contribution.

This place is a big place for the outer sect. The contribution of all outer disciple is distributed here. At the same time, the outer disciple can also exchange the contribution value for various needs.

“In the next Wang Lu, I have seen Luoyun Sword Master!”

Chu Xingyun just walked into the contribution hall, a middle-aged mottled gray coat, and hurriedly greeted him with a charming smile on his face, his back, and he never stood upright.

Seeing this person, Xia Qingcheng’s face turned better, secretly thought: “This Wang Lu, the manner is quite pleasing, and dealing with such people, can also avoid the corner.”

When she thought about it, Chu Xingyun had looked around and said: “Elder Wang, you have been in charge of the contribution hall for more than ten years. The size of the affairs here is handled by you, but the list of books that contribute to the temple seems to Haven’t you turned it over?”

“The contribution of the temple is complicated. It is really no time to sort out the list of books. If it is needed by Luoyun Sword Master, I can take the time to sort it out.” Wang Luwei squinted and laughed.

“How long does it take?” Chu Xingyun asked again.

“This is not easy to say. After all, it has never been sorted out for more than ten years. It is inevitable that it will be a little tricky. I hope that Luoyun Sword Master will wait quietly. As long as I organize it properly, I will immediately put my hands on it.” Wang Lu sinks his eyebrows, pretending Think about it.

“Well, I am waiting for the good news of Elder Wang.” Chu Xingyun looked awkward, turned and walked out.

However, he just stepped out of the threshold, Half-step. Behind him, Wang Lu’s voice sounded, without the charm of the moment, but he said lazily: “The youngster now is really whimsical, and the list of accounts for more than ten years, how is it possible? Well organized, don’t know how to organize the house, you can open it directly, why bother to do so.”

This spicy voice seemed to be deliberately made, so that everyone in the place could clearly hear it. Some of the deacons who contributed to the temple, even begin to sneer, looked at Chu Xingyun with sarcasm.

Xia Qingcheng naturally heard this sentence.

Her complexion sank, turned around, but saw Chu Xingyun expressionless left here, only to suppress the anger, and quickly followed.

After leaving the contribution hall, the two were at the Martial Dao Square.

In the center of the square, more than a dozen elders stood there, and across the distance they saw Chu Xingyun, but there was no movement, the eyes were removed, pretending to have never seen it.

Chu Xingyun slowly landed, double eyes, straight to the headed by cyan clothes middle-aged, Lang said: “You are Chen Lin elder?”

“What’s the difference?” Cyan clothes. This is the middle-aged one. His answer is very casual. There is no title called Chu Xingyun. Simply can be said to be invisible, especially arrogant.

“You are in the outer sect, the main task of passing the power, I have some suggestions, I want to hear Elder Wang’s opinion.” Chu Xingyun did not talk nonsense, directly said the heart of the thought.

Unexpectedly, he had not yet made a suggestion. Chen Lin’s body suddenly spewed out of anger and chilling. He looked at Chu Xingyun up and down. He whispered: “The matter of passing power, about 70,000 foreign disciple’s cultivate Progress, every ring, must be reviewed and must not be sloppy.”

“If Luoyun Sword Master has some suggestions, please also inform the owner first, after getting the consent of the owner, then return to this place and negotiate with me carefully. Otherwise, I will not talk about it, let alone waste my time. ”

During the speech, Chen Lin extended his right hand and made a gesture of asking for Chu Xingyun. A pair of tiger eyes did not flash and did not hide. He directly confronted Chu Xingyun’s eyes and performed very tough.

Chu Xingyun didn’t talk, but he didn’t have the slightest expression on his face. Just after watching Chen Lin’s eyes, he turned straight and left the Martial Dao Square.

“Wait for me!” Xia Qingcheng said, she was angry and stunned Chen Lin, and then quickly followed.

Subsequently, the two continued to visit the outer sect.

However, the answers received did not change much. The waiters and elders, or cold words, or ridicule and ridicule, did not give them a good look.

Chu Xingyun’s face has always been unhappy, no mood swings, in contrast to Xia Qingcheng, she is full of anger, a pair of exquisite eyebrows, as if it will break out at any time.

“Luoyun Sword Master, I trust you have been well since we last met ah!”

At this moment, a familiar, sharp voice passed over.

Xia Qingcheng turned his head and looked at it. He saw Yan Qu and the ancient Yufeng striding forward. Both of them had smiles, sneers, and ridicule.

Behind the two people, they followed a figure, Qi Yue and Mo Chengyun, and they were still in the neck, and they stood up without a crown.

“I heard that both of you came to the outer sect early, and found a lot of elder to negotiate important things, but the results are all gone. I have already said that the ergonomics of outer sect can’t be handled at all.” Quine again, and said, while laughing and laughing.

“you shut up!”

Chu Xingyun didn’t get angry because of this. Instead, it was Xia Qingcheng on the side. Finally, he couldn’t stand it anymore. The eyebrows were horizontal and screamed: “It is clear that you are secretly colluding, and you must boycott Luoyun. Now, you actually still There is a face here, and the face of Wan Jiange is lost by you!”

Xia Qingcheng is more and more angry.

Today, she had already sighed with a sigh of relief. With the rumor of exporting, she was angered and dispersed from her body, and she wished to swallow the lives of her eyes.

“Don’t waste your tongue, let’s go.” Chu Xingyun grabbed Xia Qingcheng and gave her a wink, then took her and left the place.

Xia Qingcheng shook his head madly and frowned. “These people are clearly wanting to see your jokes. If they don’t give them some lesson, they will only intensify!”

In the language, Chu Xingyun is still silent, and the speed is soaring, leaving the outer sect.

“This time, I don’t know how to say hello, but also please use Luoyun Sword Master. The next time, you will be satisfied!”

Behind him, the taunting sound of the ancient Yufeng came out.

When I was at the time, there was a big outer sect, and there was a burst of laughter everywhere. The sound was flowing, and it was so loud that every sound was so uncomfortable.

On the way back to Sword Master, Xia Qingcheng looked at Chu Xingyun and sighed.

Before the departure, she expected to think of this scene.

But she did not expect that the actions of the thinker and the deacon would be so excessive, or outward devotion but inner opposition, or angry opposition, or cold words, and even ridicule.

These have already ignored Chu Xingyun’s Sword Master identity, simply want to make him embarrassed, and can no longer stand in Wanjiange.

“What happened today, you have to pay attention, I will handle it properly.” Perhaps it is the feeling of anger in the summer Qingcheng, Chu Xingyun smiled and said comfort.

“I didn’t care, I just felt sorry for you.” Xia Qingcheng snorted a few times, and the words turned a bit, dignified: “Things have developed into such a situation, you have talked between the two sides, you have, now What do you think?”

In the summer when Qingcheng asked, the frenzied strong wind swept, and brought a burst of sound.

In a flash, three gray robes appeared in middle age.

I saw them steadily falling in front of the two, looking at Chu Xingyun, one-knee kneels, sinking their heads deep, and sing: “Luoyun Sword Master, the owner has please!”