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　　 Is this sword intent?

　　 It is said that the Qinghong sword art practice has reached the peak, and the master can communicate with the sword. In time, he might be able to raise a sword spirit.

　　 She has always been eager to learn, and after realizing some subtleties, she no longer rejects sword washing. She doesn't need Cang Jiumin's guidance and becomes serious on her own.

　　 She was washing her sword by the pool, and Cang Jiumin sat under the tree and looked at her.

　　 Su Su originally thought that she would be locked in the sword washing pond for a long time, but he did not expect that she would be released from the sword washing pond by Cang Jiumin within a month or so.

When 　　 was released, I realized that Caishuang was tortured to death due to the cold of Youbingtan, and was taken away by the East Wing Lord a few days ago. In contrast, Su Su was alive and kicking, nothing happened.

　　 Penglai’s disciples would even salute Su Su politely when they met Su Su. Only then did Su Su know that the fact that he kicked Caishuang back to You Bingtan again that day hadn’t been revealed.

　　I chanced upon the disciple whom he had witnessed that day filled with indignation. His expression flickered, and he saw Su Su clasp his fists. Quandang did not happen.

　　Huh? Are Penglai disciples so friendly?

　　 In Xinglin a few days ago, a male disciple blushed and invited Su Su to visit Penglai disciples to discuss.

　　 Su Su thought, if the apprenticeship is successful, she will have to stay in Penglai for a long time, and it is necessary to have a good relationship with her colleagues, so she gladly accepted his invitation.

　　 The disciple was Qianhe and polite, and a bit shy. He talked and laughed with Su Su along the way. Who knows that before he left Xinglin, he ran into Cang Jiumin with a cold face around the corner.

　　 The male disciple instantly became cautious, and quickly said respectfully: "I have seen Master Jiu Min."

　　 Cang Jiumin's gaze swept across Su Su, falling on the male disciple.

　　 "Choose the end, other disciples are practicing swords for the assessment, do you treat the assessment like this?"

　　 Seeing him in a cold tone, he knew that Master Jiu Min was angry.

　　 Penglai's ten-year assessment, every disciple must participate, and then the winner will fight the previous sword master.

　　 If you lose face in the assessment, not only will the master's face be dull, but you will also be punished for slack.

　　 Chosen hastily explained: "Master Jiumin Rongzi, my disciple has been practicing sword recently."

　　 In Penglai Island, everyone is afraid that Jiu Min Master Uncle, who is uncertain, will not be surprised to choose the right place.

　　 Su Su saw this, nodded quickly, and spoke for the alternative: "He is right, he is not slacking!"

　　 Chosen originally saw that Xianzun Rongkui hadn't left the customs, and was kindly invited for fear that he would be bored in Penglai. Now his face was pale, and he looked really pitiful.

　　 As soon as she spoke, Cang Jiumin's face became even deeper.

　　The black eyeballs fell on Su Su from Chanduan, and said coldly: "I teach disciple Penglai, when will it be your turn to interrupt."

　　 Su Su couldn’t help saying: "I might also be a Penglai disciple in the future."

Cang Jiumin smiled sarcastically: "Fairy Li is not interested in Immortal Sword, and I cannot tolerate a dull person like you in Penglai. After washing a thousand-handed sword, I still can't appreciate the intent of the sword. On the contrary, my disciples in Penglai do not want to make progress, Fairy Li It's better to go back to Hengyang."

　　 Su Su turned his head to look at him in confusion.

　　 She was not very angry, Cang Jiumin was originally such an irritable, yin and yang person.

　　 He was in Xijianchi earlier, and he obviously didn't puncture with needles like this. When Su Su said that he only touched the sword intent and didn't appreciate it, he still said it was okay.

　　 Susu thought that the relationship between the two had eased, and who knew that he was caught off guard today, and Cang Jiumin became the cold feeling before, and even his eyes were piercing.

　　 The two looked at each other.

　　 Seeing that his own affairs were so exhausting, Fairy Li had long been anxious, and said quickly: "It was the fault of the choice, and the disciple will go back and prepare for the assessment."

　　 After that, he saluted Cang Jiumin, and couldn't look back at Su Su anymore and left in a hurry.

　　 Su Su catches up with Cang Jiu Min: "What are you angry with?"

　　 He looked at Manlin Xingshu, his eyes were indifferent, and he walked forward without paying attention to her.

Su Su clasped his hands, followed behind him, learning his appearance, and coldly criticized: "Penglai disciples can really commit sins. There is such a fierce brother, I suggest Brother Cang and my brother to learn, what is a gentleman? Duanfang, loved by thousands of people."

　　 Cang Jiu Min stopped and looked at her with a sneer.

　　 "Why am I angry?"

　　 He took a step forward, Su Su met his black eyes brewing a storm, and took a step back subconsciously.

　　 She was a little nervous for some reason.

　　 Cang Jiu Min paused, with a cold expression: "Chapter is my best disciple in Penglai for nearly a hundred years. Fairy Li doesn't practice by himself, so don't harm him."

　　 "I didn't harm him!" She looked up and said, "Don't wrong me."

　　 He glanced at her beautiful face, said nothing, turned and left.

　　 After that day, she never saw Cang Jiumin again.

　　 Su Su thought: The nasty bastard, didn't you start to teach her the Qinghong Sword Art? How to start, just ignore her.

　　 If it weren't for Cang Jiumin's words about sending troops to deal with Caishuang in the sword washing pool earlier, Su Su thought he was deliberately neglecting her because of his sister Caishuang.

　　 In the past few days, the green fruits on Penglai Fairy Island are ripe, and there will be a few more fresh green fruits in the Susu Temple every morning.

　　 She just treated it as Penglai Fairy prepared for her, and didn't care too much.

　　 Today, the Penglai assessment decided the winner. She grabbed the fruit and happily slipped over to watch the competition.

　　Muqiang in the realm of comprehension has been no exception since ancient times.

　　 I heard that Choduan passed the assessment all the way. Today is the last day of the assessment, and Su Su plans to go there and have a look today.

　　 As soon as she appeared, Chanduan saw her from the crowd.

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　　 Chanduan's face turned red, and he nodded at her from a distance.

　　 Su Su was not here to see him. Seeing the politeness of Zeduan, she waved her hand and made a gesture of cheering.

　　 A cold gaze fell on her, Su Su raised his eyes and saw Cang Jiumin on the main seat.

　　The test started not long after. As Cang Jiumin said, Choduan is really Penglai's best new disciple for hundreds of years.

　　 He defeated many predecessors, and a seat of fairy sword was radiant.

　　 The final winner was also a choice.

　　The excited Penglai disciple next to him said: "Then Senior Brother Zeduan is going to fight Senior Uncle Jiumin?"

　　 The winner can challenge the previous sword master. Cang Jiumin has been the sword master for a hundred years, and this scene is what Penglai disciples are most looking forward to this time.

　　 The unsmiling, weird-tempered uncle, he must be very interesting to choose the best.

　　 Previously Rong Kui Xianzun even said that if anyone wins his disciple Cang Jiumin, he will give Qinghong sword art in his pocket even if he doesn't accept disciples anymore. Everyone knows that Rong Kui is to train his best disciple. Even so, for a hundred years, everyone still wants to win Cang Jiumin.

　　Qinghong Sword Art is so tempting, even without apprenticeship, you can learn these six supreme swordsmanship.

　　 Su Su thoughtfully, Cang Jiumin and Zeduan are already fighting together on the stage.

　　Cang Jiumin did not respond to his salute. The people under him were so used to his "no eyes", but no one kept his beak.

　　 But when he chose the end sword to make dozens of moves, Cang Jiumin's sword only defended, and did not feed him.

　　 "Uncle Jiumin is still the rule, let's choose the end...Huh?"

　　 Often every time he is assessed, he will ask his disciples to make 50 moves, but today he has to choose 80 moves.

　　 Cang Jiu Min's sword is just like his own, with a cold angle and a tricky angle, coupled with simple and rude, hastily ended the battle.

　　 Today, his sword moves are ethereal and gorgeous, the body of the sword faintly carries the meaning of a fairy sword, and the white aura is like a wing, which has almost amazed everyone.

　　 "Uncle Jiumin..." The female disciple looked at the man on the stage and squatted to speak, blushing.

　　 How did she never discover that the terrible and unhumanly terrifying Demon King Cang Jiumin is so good-looking?

　　 Su Su was also surprised by the turbulent sword intent. She faintly understood why Hengyang's sword art was not weak, but her father insisted that she come to Penglai to learn art.

　　 Not long after, Cang Jiumin's sword finger was on Choduan's chest, Choduan was a little unwilling, and frustratedly conceded.

　　 Cang Jiu Min put away his sword, but did not see Su Su and the other disciples, and went back to his fairy hall.

　　 Su Su's eyes rolled, and suddenly he had an idea.

　　 Win Cang Jiumin, you can definitely learn all the Qinghong Sword Art, right?

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　　 Cang Jiu Min didn't walk far, the wind whispered in his ears, and the falling leaves of his feet were blown for several steps.

　　 He squinted slightly and didn't look back.

　　 A figure stabbed with a sword from the air.

　　 His fairy sword did not go out of its body, and the scabbard faced the man's sword.

　　 The scarlet girl was repulsed for a few steps, and she pointed her toes on the apricot forest, and slashed at him again holding the sword.

　　 At that time, she had learned a lot of magic techniques, but she had never learned swords. The swordsmanship she was fascinated by her ears and eyes had no rules, and she only had the courage to go straight.

　　 "Li Susu." Cang Jiumin's mouth twitched, "What are you doing?"

　　 The girl’s eyes were sparkling: "I heard them say that if I win you, Xianzun Rongkui will teach the Qinghong Sword Art, look at the move!"

　　 He sneered: "By you? Just try it."

　　 This sentence is also true. He is quite a bit older than Su Su. As the son of a powerful East Wing Master, Rong Kui’s only personal disciple, Cang Jiumin’s cultivation is unfathomable.

　　 This sentence provokes Su Su, she is stubborn.

　　 Originally planned to feed his sword strokes with him, although it was impossible to win, he would continue after the big deal, but Cang Jiumin's exit made Little Phoenix so angry that his tail feathers would explode.

　　 Who do you look down on?

　　 She didn't use the sword immediately, and simply fought him.

　　 Su Su was originally the root of Tian Ling, and the real fire was bright in her hands. For a while, the temperature in this area of ​​Penglai Island was much higher.

　　 The real fire spread all the way to Cang Jiumin's feet.

　　 He raised his hand, the wind moved with his fingers, and the real fire was extinguished.

　　 Su Su said in his heart: It's over, this can't be beat.

　　 suddenly thought, she said: "Look at the move!"

　　 threw a pearl at Cang Jiumin.

　　 He learned the lesson from the previous tickling powder, no longer chopped it up, and dodged sideways.

　　 Su Su pulls the Qiankun bag and keeps throwing...

　　Oiled paper umbrella, candied haws, spirit stone.

　　 Cang Jiu Min had a black face.

　　 Until she threw a pill pill, the pill pill exploded, the white mist diffused, and countless murderous steel-toothed rabbits were transformed and bitten at him.

　　 didn't know what escape weapon Li Susu was, Cang Jiumin was in the mist and couldn't see anything for a while.

　　 He knew that Li Susu was an ancient spirit, and he didn't dare to really crush these phantom things, so he had to stand coldly on the spot. He was a fairy, and biting him with these wastes was almost like tickling him.

　　 just thought so, someone pierced through the fog, raised his hand and called him. Although he couldn't see things for a short time, Cang Jiumin had a keen sense of hearing. He wanted to end this absurd fight, so he pretended not to know it until she got closer.

　　 Cang Jiumin grabbed Su Su’s wrist, she deliberately empty her feet, and made a vain move, as if she would fall to the ground in the next moment.

　　 A pale cold hand suddenly took her.

　　 She was taken aback.

　　 Actually, this is just...a trick that makes people underestimate the enemy, but since Cang Jiumin was fooled, why should he count? Su Su rushed towards him, pressing him to the ground, and at the same time, the faint talisman in his hand "slapped" against his forehead.

　　 "You lost!"

　　 She held down his shoulders, picked up his sword on the side, the scabbard was against his neck, and said, "Brother Jiu Min, accept defeat!"

　　 The mist cleared, and the surrounding steel-toothed rabbits had long since turned into bubbles.

　　 The boring scenery of Penglai that has remained unchanged for thousands of years appeared before his eyes, and the girl sat on his waist, urging him triumphantly.

　　 His body is stiff: "Get off."

　　 Su Su grinned and said, "Hurry up and give up! You got the anchor, and you can't move anyway. If you don't give up, you can't finish it today."

　　 I don't know if this "despicable" method made him angry, and there was a light blush at the end of his eyes, and he remained silent and said nothing.

　　 She inevitably became anxious, and pushed him: "Hey, Rong Kui Xianzun didn't say how to defeat you. You said in the sword pool. Soldiers are not tired of deceit."

　　 The "unmovable" person under his body curled up slightly.

　　 vaguely said: "Yeah."