Whew!


    A figure in white, very fast, directly swept to Yijian cliff.


    His body is like a white crane falling, his appearance is handsome and his temperament is dusty.


    It is baizichen who ranks second in the inner court.


    He has been meditating and meditating on a mountain near Yijian cliff. After hearing the abnormal vibration, he got up directly and came here first.


    His eyes were as black as Yuantan''s, glancing at Yijian cliff and frowning slightly.


    Because he felt that the mysterious artistic conception of the sword here seemed to be disturbed by some kind of impact.


    However, when he approached Yijian cliff, he felt an artistic conception that did not belong to this place.


    That artistic conception is full of complex emotions such as sadness, sadness, love and hate.


    "This is..."


    When baizichen''s eyes fell on the cliff of Yijian cliff, his pupils suddenly contracted!


    At the moment, Rao is always calm and calm. He is also short of breath. His eyes show an unbelievable expression.


    The extremely changeable expression is extremely wonderful.


    Obviously, the white dust was shocked.


    "How... How could... Who is it?" baizichen stared at the edge of the ancient sword scar, a slightly thin sword scar.


    The sword mark did not show any destructive power, nor did it have a sharp breath.


    But it really left a trace.


    "Chance, this is a great chance, if I can understand..." baizichen forced down his shock and surprise.


    Obviously, the abnormal vibration of a sword cliff just now comes from this sword scar.


    Although he didn''t know which Kendo master left it, it was an absolute opportunity for him!


    Without any hesitation, Bai Zichen took out his sword, imitated another sword mark on the sword cliff, and made astringent gestures, trying to understand the artistic conception of the sword.


    However, he is not ye guchen and has no experience of carving into the bone marrow like that.


    Such a move is undoubtedly just like painting a tiger and learning to walk in Handan.


    As the vibration of Yijian Cliff spread throughout the Jianzong Tallinn, breaking wind sounded in the air.


    "Yijian cliff is the movement on the other side of Yijian cliff!"


    "Go and have a look. Something must have happened. Is it something wrong with the sword mark?"


    "Did someone leave a sword mark on Yijian cliff?"


    "Ha ha, don''t laugh. Even Lord Feng, Lord Yan and the elder can''t leave sword marks on it. Is there anyone stronger than them in our sword clan Tallinn?"


    "That''s what I said."


    With the arrival of people, people gradually gathered around Yijian cliff.


    "Eh, how do I feel that the artistic conception of the sword here seems to have changed, giving people a very sad feeling."


    "I feel it too. Somehow, it makes me want to cry." some inner courtyard disciples said inexplicably.


    Suddenly, an inner courtyard disciple found the figure of baizichen.


    "That''s... Elder martial brother baizichen. He''s practicing his sword?"


    "No... impossible... Absolutely impossible... Am I dazzled? Look at the sword cliff!"


    One of the inner courtyard disciples gathered here looked at the sword marks on the sword cliff as if he had seen a ghost.


    He rubbed his eyes and looked again.


    "Two, two sword marks. Elder martial brother baizichen left sword marks on Yijian cliff!" the inner courtyard disciple shouted unbelievably.


    The eyes of all the disciples in the inner courtyard gathered on Yijian cliff.


    Their bodies froze for a moment, as if they had been fixed.


    At the same time, their brains roared and their hearts shook. They opened their mouths and were stunned.


    "Elder martial brother baizichen, it''s unprecedented that he can leave a mark on Yijian Cliff..." an inner courtyard disciple said with a trembling voice.


    And baizichen, who was originally experiencing the artistic conception of the sword mark, also came back to God.


    Then he saw twenty or thirty inner courtyard disciples around him, staring at himself with incredible shock in their eyes.


    In addition, there are more figures, including some elders, who come from the wind.


    Because this night, the noise from Yijian cliff was too big!


    "I......" baizichen just wanted to explain.


    A disciple of the inner courtyard looked fanatical and said, "senior brother baizichen, you can leave a mark on Yijian cliff, which is something even the sect leader can''t do!"


    "Elder martial brother baizichen deserves to be the second in the inner court."


    "What''s the second? Elder martial brother baizichen''s strength and talent are not weak. Elder martial sister Yan unparalleled."


    The surrounding crowd gathered more and more. Later, Li Lingxiao, tengjingshan and others also came.


    When they heard that baizichen left marks on Yijian cliff, they were shocked one by one.


    If you were someone else, even if you were seen, you might not be so sure.


    But baizichen is different. Like Yan Wushuang, he has been secretly cultivating, which seems very mysterious. Moreover, his strength is extraordinary, and his reputation in the inner court is not weak. Yan Wushuang is much better.


    There are even rumors that if baizichen is willing, he has the strength to compete for the first place in the inner court.


    In addition, baizichen''s temperament is dusty, and he happens to wield his sword here. It''s hard not to think that he left this scar.


    It''s like the beautiful and sad artistic conception of the sword, which is very consistent with the mysterious temperament of baizichen''s indifferent appearance.


    Watched by so many people with such ardent admiration.


    Rao is always indifferent to the white dust, and it is difficult not to have waves in his heart.


    He opened his mouth, and his words turned into silence before he said them.


    In the eyes of many inner court disciples, this silence is obviously acquiescence.


    Whew!


    Not far away, two streamers came again. Under the moonlight, the two beautiful girls were like fairies on earth, attracting everyone''s eyes.


    A pretty girl in blue and white.


    A beautiful girl in ice silk skirt and armor with amazing round legs.


    Ji Ling and Yan are unparalleled.


    "It''s senior sister Ji Ling and Yan Wushuang!"


    "Elder martial sister Yan Wushuang, I finally saw what she looked like. She was so beautiful!"


    Rao is one of the disciples in the inner courtyard, and some have not seen Yan unparalleled. At the moment, he was shocked by heaven and man, and a touch of amazement appeared in his eyes.


    Bai Zichen''s eyes looked at Yan unparalleled, and a trace of deep love flashed through his eyes.


    "This......" Yan Wumei''s eyes must have fallen on Yijian cliff.


    When I saw the sword mark, the delicate pretty face that had always been indifferent also changed color slightly, and an incredible look flashed in the painted star eyes.


    "Baizichen, are you the one who left the scar?" Yan Wushuang''s tone was slightly astringent.


    In the inner courtyard, Rao is the third ranked Wang Xiaotian, and he is not the unparalleled enemy of Yan.


    Only baizichen has the strength to compete with her.


    So Yan Wushuang subconsciously thought that the sword scar was left by baizichen.


    It''s not that she didn''t think about others, but in the inner yard, she thought about it and couldn''t find a more likely candidate than baizichen.


    As for ye guchen, a person whose true Qi is exhausted has never appeared in Yan Wushuang''s mind.


    Just as there is no ye guchen in the inner court.


    Baizichen pursed some dry lips, and he pressed down the heat hidden in his eyes.


    This surprised expression was the first time he saw it on Yan Wushuang''s face.


    Therefore, he can no longer speak the truth.


    But baizichen didn''t admit it. He just turned his back, faced a sword cliff, looked at the sword mark and fell into a long meditation


    He didn''t personally admit that he left the scar.


    But this move is undoubtedly a silent indication that he left the scar.


    "The artistic conception of this sword..." Yan Wushuang slowly closed her beautiful eyes.


    Her mind seemed to conjure up a sad and beautiful love story.


    The young swordsman''s inner bitterness, facing the struggle between sword and emotion.


    He didn''t want to go against his sword.


    But I don''t want to disappoint the infatuated woman.


    But he still lost her after all.


    After closing her eyes and tasting it for a long time, Yan Wu opened her beautiful eyes. A drop of tears fell from the corner of her eyes.


    It is hard to imagine that although Yan Wushuang is a woman, she is indifferent and cold, and hardly shed tears.


    But at the moment, she really shed tears. When she wiped it with her jade hand, she seemed to feel incredible.


    Not only Yan Wushuang, but also Ji Ling and some sensitive female disciples were infected by the artistic conception of the sword and couldn''t help crying.


    "This sword is so sad..."


    "It turns out that elder martial brother baizichen is indifferent and silent on weekdays, but is he suffering so much in his heart?"


    "What kind of past does he have..."


    At this moment, all the female disciples in the inner courtyard looked at baizichen as if they were looking at the male god in their hearts. They wanted to devote themselves to protecting his sad heart.


    Even Yan is unparalleled, and there is a trace of movement in his look.


    She admitted that she was moved by the sword.