Chapter 113: The legendary genius young master vs. the white lotus outer sect sister (27)
Zhao Ximing was worried about how to enter Xitian Pavilion.
The Xitian Pavilion is heavily guarded, and it would be a dream for a swordsman like him to sneak in.
An inexplicable feeling hit him, compelling him to walk in a certain direction involuntarily.
The farther he walked, the stronger the feeling became, until he saw the figure lying on the ground.
With just one glance, Zhao Ximing understood what was happening.
He quickly ran forward and helped Gu Shengyin up.
"Uncle Taishi Taishi." Only then did he realise that something was wrong with Gu Shengyin. Her face was pale, and her breathing was weak. He stretched out his hand to check Gu Shengyin's pulse.
"Xitian Pavilion!" Zhao Ximing's eyes were almost red. Uncle Shi's appearance clearly showed that her essence and blood were almost drained.
He tremulously gathered up Gu Shengyin's loose coat, tied the belt for her, and then walked over to the unconscious man.
Although he didn't know why the man was unconscious, Zhao Ximing didn't want to know. He unsheathed his sword and raised it in his hand.
The system thought, 'Well done.'
Zhao Ximing did not dare to delay, fed Gu Shengyin a Qi-nourishing pill, said "offended," carried her in his arms, and rushed towards the Xingluo Sword Sect with all his strength.
Xuan Ke, who was fighting an overlord-level monster in the distant Western Wilderness, suddenly felt flustered. He didn't know where this feeling came from; he just felt that something had happened that was unbearable for him.
Junior sister.
His pupils shrunk, and his face turned pale.
He pulled away and took a look at the Yue Guan Youlian, which was not yet fully mature. This was the gift he was planning to give to his junior sister, but now he could only give it up temporarily.
Several real disciples of the Xingluo Sword Sect had come to the Xitian Pavilion.
Master Xingyue's spiritual consciousness swept away, and the spiritual consciousness belonging to the Sword Sect instantly surrounded the entire Xitian Courtyard. No corner was spared, but not a single trace of the master's uncle could be found.
She frowned in confusion and thought, 'Could it be that the information they received was wrong?'
In a side room she saw a thin woman with blotches all over her body, half-lying, being fed a bowl of bright red medicine.
Where was the medicine? It was a bowl of blood!
The Immortal Master Xingyue suddenly recalled the rumor from the past few days. The woman looked as if she had been poisoned by fire.
The face of Master Xue Xingyue turned black instantly upon seeing the bowl.
She didn't say anything; she just drew her sword and struck the Xitian Pavilion with one stroke.
"Junior sister, what's wrong?" Master Xingyun and Master Xingfeng, who were travelling together, looked at Master Xingyue in surprise.
Master Xingyue told them her previous guesses.
"How dare the Xitian Pavilion?" Several elders were furious.
At this time, several embarrassed figures flashed out.
It was Xi Liufeng, Bai Xinya, and others who were sent by the Xitian Pavilion Master to protect him. Several high-level experts joined forces to protect them and escape the disaster.
However, it was not easy to catch the Sword Sect's sword, and several people looked quite embarrassed.
"Who are you, and why did you suddenly attack my Xitian Pavilion?" Xi Liufeng recognised the Xingluo Sword Sect costumes on several elders; his expression changed, and he forced himself to express his anger.
Xingyue Zhenren struck another sword with her backhand, falling directly towards Bai Xinya.
Xi Liufeng shouted loudly at the two sword masters beside him, "Block her for me!" His eyes were wide open.
"Pfft"
"Pfft"
The two sword masters joined forces and were seriously injured, but they could only block the blow from Master Xingyue.
"Where is our great uncle now?" Master Xingyue's face turned cold.
Xi Liufeng gritted his teeth and said, "Young master uncle, I don't know at all."
Seeing him like this, Master Xingyue snorted coldly and said nothing; she struck with her sword once more.
