Chapter 201 Excuse me...how Do I Get to the Inner Courtyard? [Subscribe Please]

Inner courtyard, back mountain.

In a charming red and pink house, Su Qianqian and Rao Yinyin were sitting on a soft big bed.

"Sister Rao, why did the dean ask all of our inner court disciples to hide this time?"

"I think something is not going well with the Spiritual Palace Formation. It seems like someone is coming to attack us again?"

Su Qianqian held her snow-white sword and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

Ling Nian passed through the roof and could see the formation flickering from time to time. It was obvious that strong men were attacking it crazily, maybe more than one.

The formation has been protecting the Tiansang Spiritual Palace for so many years, and it seems that it is rare to see such violent fluctuations.

The last time it was torn apart, it was also caused by the masked man.

"There are not many guys who come to the Spiritual Palace to secretly attack you. Aren't they always pushed outside the door?"

"Even if the 'Saint Slave' came last time, they were still not allowed to enter the inner courtyard!"

Rao Yinyin touched her head, his eyes full of endearment.

Her beautiful eyes swept across the sword in front of Su Qianqian without leaving any trace, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

Famous sword...

Oh, what a famous sword!

It's just a thing that can only bring bad luck to people. If possible, she really wants to throw this thing into the wilderness and let those crazy guys outside chase it.

In this case, the girl in front of her will probably be able to have a peaceful sleep.

Rao Yinyin held Su Qianqian's little head with some distress. The latter seemed to enjoy the caress and lay down on the big bed involuntarily, even putting the sword aside for the time being.

"It would be nice if you weren't the one holding the sword..."

Seeing how relaxed the little girl was, she couldn't help but murmur.

The identity of a sword holder is obviously not something that Su Qianqian can achieve at such an age. As the saying goes, you have to pay something for whatever you get.

After getting this sword, this little Luoli almost lost the happiness that should be expected at such an age.

"impossible."

Su Qianqian shook her head and said seriously: "I must be a good sword holder, and one day in the future, I will carry forward the Su family!"

"In this case……"

"He...should also be happy..."

Rao Yinyin held Su Qianqian's face and could see the sadness of this little girl.

For this sword, even my father died in battle. Is it really worth it?

"Okay, don't think too much about this. Let's have a good sleep. When we wake up tomorrow morning, your master will definitely have everything settled again."

Rao Yinyin smiled and decided not to continue this sad topic.

She dug her jade hand into the little girl's creaky nest, and the latter giggled and begged for mercy.

Soon, the two of them were fighting on the big bed.

boom!

An extremely discordant sound sounded from the back mountain, and both of them were startled.

Outsiders never come in at the back mountain spiritual site, and there was a Xu Xiaoshou just a few days ago. Is he back?

"Brother Xiaoshou?" Su Qianqian tried to speak out.

Rao Yinyin frowned. If Xu Xiaoshou came back, he would have to walk in through the front door no matter how unexpected he was.

From the back mountain? He probably doesn't have the guts anymore!

But the sound just now came from the back mountain hot spring, which is the deepest part of the spiritual site. How could there be anyone there?

"who?"

The air was a bit dead, the atmosphere was stagnant, and the pounding heartbeat was very harsh.

Su Qianqian was a little nervous, was he an assassin again?

She picked up the "Tomb Name City Snow" and seemed to have something to rely on. Her eyes turned cold and her mood suddenly returned to calm.

"Dong dong dong!"

There was a very polite knock on the door, and after a few breaths of silence, the door was pushed open with a creak.

"Sorry, I'm lost again. May I ask...how to get to the inner courtyard?"

This was a hoarse voice, as if it had not been moisturized for ten years. It was as if it had been cut by a saw, and it made people panic.

The person who came was wearing a large black robe, his face was tightly wrapped, and he even wore gloves on his hands. He looked like he would turn to sand if he came into contact with the air.

The only two eyes exposed were as cloudy as those of a dying person, and even the whites of the eyes were yellow.

"Masked man?"

When the two women saw them dressed like this, their hearts sank to the bottom of their hearts.

So the person who comes this time is still a "Saint Slave"?

The fight was going on outside, and this guy sneaked into the inner courtyard and directly found Su Qianqian?

Rao Yinyin subconsciously stood in front of the girl and the sword, and said in shock: "Who are you? Why did you break into my room?"

The masked man didn't even look at her, his eyes went straight through and stopped on the snow-white giant sword, feeling surprised and delighted.

"Get out of your way."

Rao Yinyin stood firmly in front of Su Qianqian. She waved her hand, and the pink mist dispersed in the room.

"Illusion?"

The masked man's eyes were strange, and he finally looked at Rao Yinyin and said: "Illusions of your level really can't trap me. Again, get out of the way."

Rao Yinyin was silent, his beautiful eyes were covered with frost, and his hands instantly flew out with all kinds of seals.

However, before it could take shape, the sword in Su Qianqian's hand behind her suddenly shook, bursting out with endless cold energy, instantly beating her until she vomited blood and threw herself in the direction of the masked man.

Without blinking, the masked man swung it over with his palm and embedded it into the wall.

boom!

The wall collapsed and shattered to pieces.

Su Qianqian panicked and looked at the giant sword in her hand in shock. She didn't understand why the person who was like a family member on weekdays lost control.

"not me……"

"run!"

Rao Yinyin screamed at the top of her lungs. How could she not know that it was not Su Qianqian who did it?

The problem was that the masked man in front of her was too strong. He was not at the same level as the two of them. Even if Su Qianqian was close to "Mingcheng Xue", she would still be angry at the sight of the sword!

"Is this the Snow Sword?"

The masked man's cloudy eyes finally fluctuated. He looked at the sword in Su Qianqian's hand with unstoppable love.

"Can I... take a look at it?" He stepped forward and stretched out his hand.

Su Qianqian looked at the flat gloves and felt a sense of weirdness.

If a normal person's hand is spread out without force, there will be a concave arc. The masked man's hand...

It's like he has lost two thumbs, very flat!

"No."

Su Qianqian took a step back with the sword in her hand, facing this enemy who might be the strongest of the visitors tonight.

She couldn't run. If she ran, what would happen to Rao Yinyin?

"Don't worry, I have no ill intentions, I just want to take a look first..."

Su Qianqian could no longer endure the torment of this harsh sound, and suddenly pulled out the sword. For a moment, the wind and clouds were bleak, and the world was a little colder.

The masked man's eyes shook, and he loved it even more.

"It is worthy of being a famous sword, I..."

"Don't come over!" Su Qianqian shouted, and her inner panic and anger broke out at the same time, and the snow-colored giant sword chopped down on her head.

"The monument is heavy!"

A black monument shadow seemed to fall from the sky, and suddenly merged into the sword body of the giant sword, and the air was squeezed directly into a sonic boom.

However, the sword suddenly stopped when it was a full foot away from the masked man.

The terrifying recoil force blew Su Qianqian back and flew out, smashing the roof of the house and falling into a sea of ​​flowers outside the house.

Her knuckles were directly cracked, and blood gushed out, but even so, the sword still did not let go.

The masked man looked up at the sky, as if he tasted the bitterness in his memories. After a long while, he shook his head at Su Qianqian who was lying on the ground.

"Don't mess around, you will only hurt yourself..."

"In this world, no sword dares to attack me, even if it is a famous sword!"