Chapter 57 Extortion (Please Recommend and Collect)

There were wolves howling and hissing in the distance, occasionally mixed with the mournful cries of the Cloud-Treading Colt.

Zhao Yanran, who was running fast on the ice, immediately raised the corners of her lips slightly, and there was a hint of pleasure after successful revenge in her eyes.

Suddenly, the direction changed and he ran up a nearby hill. Zhao Yanran looked in the direction when she came from afar, and saw that cloud treading cart was racing with countless marsh wolves, heading east all the way.

Giggling like a trembling flower branch, Zhao Yanran frowned again.

The wounds on the chest and abdomen were even more painful at this moment, and the toxins in the body were still unable to be suppressed.

He reached out and wiped his neck, only to see that his hands were covered with blood. The small wound that should have been insignificant was hindered by a strange force, and it couldn't stop the bleeding until now.

"Sure enough, it is the embryonic form of sword intent! At the age of thirteen, he can already master the way of swords—"

Muttering in her mouth, Zhao Yanran closed her eyes, remembering that sword that seemed to come from the depths of hell. There was a painful spasm all over his body.

Different from the time when he came here before, in Zhao Yanran's eyes, the half-demon boy at this time is not only not interesting at all, but rather hateful.

After all, she was still timid. Before the coercion of that superb swordsmanship, she no longer had the confidence to use that Zongshou as her furnace.

Spiritually, there is already a flaw. In this world, there are still people she has no confidence to overcome.

Looking through the pouch with him, he saw that there was very little medicine left in it.

Zhao Yanran sighed softly, and was about to turn around and leave. In the next moment, his heart skipped a beat and he stopped. After digging into the pouch, he took out a mirror about one foot long and wide.

A fourth-order beast crystal was directly mounted on the back of the mirror. Waiting for the mirror, a layer of blue aura flashed. Zhao Yan directly used the blood on her neck as ink to write on the mirror.

The handwriting is scrawled and in a mess, without the beauty of a girl. On the contrary, it implies sharpness and contains a sense of domineering.

And the writing is in the same style.

"—Hey! Old hag, does your Taiyuan sect still need someone? Do you want another direct disciple?"

As soon as the handwriting was written, the blood turned into a little bit of aura and dissipated in all directions. After waiting for a while, the mirror responded, and a few lines of words appeared on the mirror.

At the top is a portrait of a woman with simple lines, beautiful and lovely, who is burning with anger.

"You crazy woman! If you dare to call me an old witch again, I will definitely eat you!"

The handwriting disappeared after a while, and then another line of words emerged.

"Our Taiyuanzong is short of people, and you don't know? But direct disciples? Are you so kind? You are qualified to be our Taiyuanzong direct disciples. You Qilingzong don't want it yourself, but it's so embarrassing to give it to us. ? Could it be that the sun came out from the west today? Doubt—”

The picture of the beautiful woman also changed for a while, with a look of doubt on her face.

Zhao Yanran made a 'cut' in her mouth, and still used blood as ink, and began to write on the mirror.

"If it weren't for this guy being a man, and my Qilingzong only accepts women, old hag, do you think I would tell you?"

"So it's male—"

The expression of the beauty picture was obviously a bit colder: "Tell me? If our family is in a good mood, we will consider it. In short, every time you come to me, you crazy woman, there will be no good things. If you succeed, you will fail. ! From your point of view, the recommended person is probably not much better. Not everyone can learn our Taiyuanzong's Taihaoyuanlingjian!"

The corners of Zhao Yanran's lips twitched, resisting the thought of smashing the bronze mirror in her hand.

A moment later, he sneered softly again, with a sinister gleam in his eyes.

"Then what do you think, old hag, who broke Lingyun Zong's Ming Sword Formation, Xiao Luotian Sword Formation?"

"Xiao Luotian Sword Formation? Well, that's not bad, but it's just that the east is famous for Yunlu. Ten holy places, nineteen spiritual mansions. These sects, no matter which sect's direct disciples, can It's just a disdain to break through easily. Such qualifications, but I can barely get into my sect—"

"What if this person is only thirteen years old and only used a total of three hundred and forty-three breaths?"

The mirror was silent for a while, but Zhao Yanran seemed to think it was not enough, and continued to write: "What if this person copied the celestial talisman of the Twelve God Steles in only two hours?"

After waiting for a long time this time, Tong Jing responded again: "Could it be that you are joking? There is such a character in the east of Yunlu? Crazy lady, are you sure?"

"I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but it's Lingyun Longruo who said it himself!"

"I don't believe it! If there is such a person, Ling Yunzong will probably snatch him back to the mountain. How can we let us intervene?"

"As a half-demon, with a body with dual veins. It is said that there are hidden dangers in the body, and it is impossible to break through the body wheel!"

The picture of the beautiful woman on the mirror surface immediately showed a look that was so true. Even the words formed on the mirror seem to be a bit smug.

"——I knew it was like this! Since you have a body with two veins, you can't break through the chakra. What's the use of worshiping our Taiyuanzong?"

Zhao Yanran smiled coldly, and wrote again when the handwriting disappeared.

"Thirteen years old, psychic in the way of swords! As a martial artist, I can see the mystery of the sword. The disciple used his innate qi to fight this person. The seventy-sixth sword was cut by his sword, and the sword wound was difficult to heal. Afterwards All intentions are gone, and I feel that there is no hope of victory!"

That bloody character, although it is still fierce and domineering. But somehow, mixed with an indescribable sense of loss and depression.

And the bronze mirror was silent again. But after that, there was no handwriting, but a gloomy and serious voice. Relying on the bronze mirror, it was spread far and wide.

"Who is this person? Where is he now? He is in the east of Yunlu at this moment? Thirteen-year-old swordsmanship? Are you trying to deceive me?"

Zhao Yanran didn't intend to continue writing, and put away the mirror directly. His feet froze again, and he slid down the hill.

Then there was only one voice, and he said angrily: "Crazy woman, are you going to tell me or not? Believe it or not, our family will rush to the Seven Spirits Sect to sue you for disrespecting your elders?"

Zhao Yanran's face remained unchanged, only her eyes showed a bit of teasing.

"If you want to sue, sue. Since someone said it, if you want to think about it, let's wait for her to think about it. Anyway, we, the common people, need to find inheritance disciples, and you are not the only ones from the Taiyuanzong family!"

That voice choked up for a moment, then turned into a flattering, flattering tone.

"It's so sweet, it's my uncle who made a mistake! In this way, how about my uncle giving you five more Fire Soul Pills later? Although you don't need these pills right now, after a while, they will be able to impact the state of returning to the sun. No, I can give you the nameless sword of Zong—"

The corners of Zhao Yanran's lips twitched slightly, and the previous depression was swept away.

"Another twenty Embryo Pills and twenty Snow Soul Pills, otherwise we won't talk about it!"

"Zhao Yanran, you are crazy!"

The voice was raised by a full octave, and the bronze mirror in the pouch also vibrated violently. But Zhao Yanran didn't care about it anymore, her figure suddenly accelerated and slid into the distance.

Almost at the same time, in a pavilion tens of thousands of miles away. A woman in her twenties was also standing up, a little dazed.

And on the mirror in front of her, the line that Zhao Yanran drew before still reappeared.

"Thirteen years old, psychic in the way of swords! As a martial artist, I can see the mystery of the sword. The disciple used his innate qi to fight this person. The seventy-sixth sword was cut by his sword, and the sword wound was difficult to heal. Afterwards All intentions are gone, and I feel that there is no hope of winning—"

In the eyes of the beautiful woman, there is also a slight flicker of strange color,

"In this world, is there really such a rare talent? Could it be that God has blessed me, Taiyuanzong?"