As for Meng Luo's appearance here, Ling Chuxi was still lost in her thoughts when she heard a "pfft" sound. Ling Chuxi turned her head and saw the third elder spitting out blood in a tragic manner. Such a big mouthful of blood had even turned the soil on the ground red.
That was because he had used all his strength in anger, and it was not something that could be retracted just because he wanted to. Thus, he could only forcibly circulate his innate vital Qi to forcefully withdraw his sword. The airflow in his internal organs was turbulent, as if he had been hit by a giant hammer, so blood spurted out.
This caused Ling Chuxi to be a little stunned. It was strange that the third elder would stop because of a girl who had suddenly appeared, and he would rather hurt himself. Ling Chuxi did not think that the third elder was such a Saint.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred.
"Little Senior Sister, little Senior Sister!" The disciples of the xuanjian sect exclaimed in shock.
"Little Senior Sister!" The 3rd elder wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying. He had actually called Meng Luo that.
Little Senior Sister? Ling Chuxi was truly Thunderstruck.
It was one thing for the disciples of the profound sword sect to call her 'little Senior Sister', but why did this old man, the third elder, also call her 'little Senior Sister'?
This didn't make sense!
No, this was the second point. The first point was that Meng Luo was from the profound sword sect? And it seemed like his status wasn't low?
She had also been curious about Meng Luo's identity. Whether it was the way she dressed or her strength, Meng Luo could not possibly be a child of an ordinary family. However, if she was a disciple of a sect, how could she be allowed to run around without any guards? Ling Chuxi could not come to a conclusion no matter how much she guessed. She did not want to be entangled with her too much and only wanted to stay as far away from her as possible, so she was too lazy to ask.
Then, he turned back to the first point: The third elder's seniority was definitely higher than the younger disciples by a generation. Why did they all call her little Senior Sister? why was the seniority in the profound sword sect so chaotic?
"Little Senior Sister, why have you returned?" The third elder asked Meng Luo carefully. In order to squeeze out a smile, he squeezed his face so hard that it was almost cramping. It was really as ugly as it could get.
Ling Chuxi was a little speechless when she saw this. Was the third elder smiling so obsequiously to please Meng Luo? What was going on?
"What? can't I come back? You guys really don't want me to come back, do you?" Meng Luo put her hands on her hips and asked angrily.
She had been hurrying along the way while trying to find out the whereabouts of Ling Chuxi and Ling Yichen. However, she had found nothing and was thus in a very bad mood.
"We wouldn't dare, we wouldn't dare. Ever since little Senior Sister left, we've been missing her every day, hoping for the stars and the moon to come back as soon as possible." The third elder said with a smile.
"Yes, without little Senior Sister here, we can't eat, we can't sleep, we can't even cultivate." A young disciple also said in a fawning manner.
"That's right, as soon as little Senior Sister left, I felt like I had lost my soul. When I saw little Senior Sister come back, my waist didn't ache anymore, my legs didn't hurt anymore, and I even slept with more energy. " Another young disciple chimed in and said.
You're even more energetic when you sleep? This person was probably too nervous and was already speaking incoherently.
"Uh ..." Ling Chuxi was speechless as she looked at the dramatic scene in front of her.
One finger su and the others also widened their eyes. What kind of situation was this? Were they seeing things? But after rubbing his eyes, he realized that he wasn't seeing things.
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