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Chapter 6

Outside the illusion, Tianxian's mansion.

A young man in a white robe leans lazily under the banyan tree in the courtyard. The gap between the leaves divides the sunlight into dots of fragmented shadows, like thousands of dots of gold falling on his handsome side face.

The copper-yellow mysterious mirror was suspended in mid-air, reflecting the scene inside the pagoda. Tian Xianzi raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise as he saw something.

"Junior brother!"

There was a burst of male voice in front of the court, and the sharp sword air made the branches rattle, and even the air was stagnant for a moment: "Draw the sword!"

"No, no, no, no." Tian Xianzi couldn't bear to look away from the mysterious mirror, and raised his hand to wave away the sword light that was sweeping in. "I'm watching the young disciples practice. Let's fight another day."

The person who came was none other than one of the six elders of the Xuanxu Sect, his own senior brother Zhenxiao Jianzun.

Apart from being poor and addicted to swords, Tian Xianzi has nothing like a swordsman.

What should sword cultivation be like? As firm as a sword, as sharp as a sword, and as awe-inspiring as a sword, he will fight when he encounters people and things he doesn't like, and never talks nonsense. It's not like him, he has a small mouth all the time, he is proficient in eating, drinking and gambling, and he is best at playing tricks.

Zhenxiao is different.

He is the most traditional type of sword cultivator. He always holds a sword without saying a word. He also inherited the sword sect's fine tradition of taking action whenever there is a disagreement. His mantra is: draw the sword.

The strong love to compete with the strong, so Zhen Xiao's greatest hobby is to come here to find Tian Xianzi to draw a sword to compete-the kind that spends money.

He got pleasure, and his junior brother got money, so he didn't lose anything.

"Experience?"

Zhen Xiao snorted coldly, and stood beside him with his sword in his arms: "A place like Zhaixing Pavilion, a place of ants, also needs your troubles?"

Tian Xianzi smiled: "No, no, this time the Zhaixing Pavilion is different from usual."

The wind was like a sword, cutting through the shadow of the trees.

Zhen Xiao hesitated for a while, then frowned and said, "Could it be——"

The bottomless eyes of the Sword Master moved slightly downward, and finally landed on the brass mysterious mirror: "Are your disciples only at the Golden Elixir stage? If they collide with such a big monster, it will be a disaster."

"That's not necessarily true."

The young man in white robe leaned down and lowered his eyes. His fingertips traced across the mirror, causing a clear ripple to appear, which happened to ripple on the beautiful face of the girl in purple skirt: "That monster is certainly dangerous, but my little apprentice... also has unexpected operations. ."

The picture shows the main entrance of Zhaixing Pavilion, with cars like flowing water and horses like dragons, and a bright and flamboyant girl smiling wildly, looking like a bohemian dandy.

Zhenxiao said quietly: "I remember that the man who did evil in front of the door was a man. When did the Pagoda change him into a girl? He was still hugging him like this. The people who designed the illusion are really a bad idea."