Seeing the four great worshippers standing in a daze, with their expressions as if they were struck by lightning, Yan Qingrui's last trace of patience was exhausted.

She put the Xuanyue Sword into the sheath and said, "God, you guys chat slowly, I'm leaving!"

As she said that, she turned around without any delay, tapped her feet and swept up the roof.

After this movement, she deeply felt that she had the benefit of having the foundation of internal strength. It was not difficult to get on the roof with her skills, but also the glimpse of the glimpse and parkour could be very chic and relaxed.

But that kind of ease is different from the current ease.

It seemed as if there was an endless power in her body. The power made her body as light as a swallow, and her aura was as powerful as a rainbow, and even her mood seemed much better.

According to Xu Yun's words, it seems that it is only ten years of internal strength.

Ten years are enough.

She is not greedy.

When she was in shape, the four worshipers who were talking about the hidden poems with the four worshipers saw that he had left, and they ignored whether Xu Yun was talking about whether what Xu Yun said was true or not. Four figures swung towards Yan Qingrui and stood in front of her.

Yan Qingrui paused under her feet, and her clothes were blown by the night wind, and she was raised like a fairy. The silver mask could not cover her clear eyes, nor could she cover her powerful aura.

The four great worshipers said: "You can't leave!"

She said coldly: "What?"

The old man said, "You are the Sword Master and haven't figured out yet. If you leave, where can we figure it out?"

Yan Qingrui snorted and said, "Even if I am the master of the sword, what does it have to do with you?"

The figure in the dark also appeared, and it was a young man in his twenties. The man in gray said, "Of course it's related. We four worshipers and the four elders have the responsibilities of protecting the sword. If the sword recognizes the master, the sword master is our master. This matter will naturally be clear!"

Yan Qingrui looked at them, chuckled, and said, "You don't have to worry about it. I am the master of the sword, otherwise, the Xuanyue Sword cannot be used by me. But, you will go wherever you come from!"

The old man raised his beard and said, "Little baby, what do you mean?"

Yan Qingrui said lightly: "It means that I look down on subordinates like you!"

The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him: "You little baby is so crazy. No one has ever spoken to us like this in his life. Even Su Chong respects him, he has to respect us a little!"

Obviously, Yan Qingrui's words pulled the hatred of the four great worshipers together. Yan Qingrui smiled contemptuously and said, "Are you crazy or are you useless? Do you know how long the Xuanyue Sword has been in my hands? One and a half months. Is your so-called sword protection protected? Even if the sword is stolen, shouldn't you appear immediately? But what about you?"

The four great worshipers were all silent, and the man in gray blushed and said, "That's because the sword is not in our hands. Su Chongjian built another hidden sword place. We only had a chance to get in touch with the Xuanyue Sword once in three months!"

Yan Qingrui's eyes were even more contemptuous. She curled the corners of her lips, revealing a hint of sarcasm, and said, "Since you have the responsibility to protect the sword, you should be inseparable from the sword. But your ears are so soft that you are playing with in the palm of Su Chongjing without knowing that you are really old, so you should continue to return to the worship building of Mingjian Villa to enjoy your youth!"
Chapter completed!