Huo Beizhen looked at the two of them with a smile on his face, "It would be even better if he didn't call the elder."

"Haha, good luck to Senior Brother Huo."

Yunluo and Lu Qi greeted me again.

"Okay, okay, come up slowly, I'll report to Master first."

Huo Beizhen was not the one who was ignorant of the charm. Seeing the two of them walking slowly, he knew what they were thinking. He greeted him and went to the main hall of the sect leader on the top of the main peak.

Yun Luo and Lu Qi continued walking, and there was a sound of wind from someone. Gradually, some disciples of the Sword Sect appeared quietly next to the mountain road, in groups of three or three.

Some people knew each other, so they showed up to say hello to the two, such as Zheng Fulong, Lei Ming and others;

Some look from afar, whisper, with envy, worship, and longing in their eyes.

Back then, the sword crown competition was over, and the disciples of the Sword Sect defected a lot. Unexpectedly, the Sword Sect became a blessing in disguise. After some evasion of the waste and preservation, the left-behind disciples joined hands with Master Jing to sacrifice the sword, and each got a sword intent of different sizes.

The Sword Sect now has a united mind and a high-spirited atmosphere, which is very different from the Sword Sect, which has many disciples but has their own thoughts. It makes all the elders smile happily.

Yun Luo suddenly felt something, turned his head slightly, and saw a figure in white clothes staring at him silently in the pavilion beside him, Liu Fuqiu.

Yun Luo smiled slightly and nodded slightly.

Liu Fuqiu showed excitement on his face and bowed a long time.
Chapter completed!