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Chapter 1607 Raising a Demon Venerable as a Husband 11

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    "I My name is Su Xixi, I really didn't associate with monsters, please listen to my explanation!" Su Xixi still wanted to chase after her.

    However, he saw Lu Renjia leading his two juniors running fast, as if there was an evil spirit chasing after him.

    Su Xixi scratched her head and said aggrievedly, "Why don't you understand me?"

    Su Xixi, who was not understood by others, continued to move forward dejectedly, and finally met Yu Changfeng who had received the wind and came looking for her.

    "Xixi, I'm here to pick you up!" Yu Changfeng's face turned pale.

    "Changfeng, I was expelled from the sect by the Spirit Sword Sect. From then on, I have no home." Su Xixi burst into tears.

    "Xixi, it's okay. They don't want you, I want you! The people of Spirit Sword Sect don't have this blessing, it's their loss!"

    Yu Changfeng hugged Su Xixi's body distressedly.

    Su Xixi smiled through tears, and the sadness of being abandoned was swept away.

    Fortunately, someone wants her.

    The master didn't understand me, and the senior sister didn't understand me either. All of them thought she was unreasonable.

    The less others are optimistic about what she is doing now, the more she will do it, and do it better.

    It is right for everyone to understand that she is right.

    With this mentality, Su Xixi returned to the Demon Realm and lived with Yu Changfeng.

    Zhao Miaomiao practiced every day, and by the way, he watched the brothers and sisters practice.

    The last time Spirit Sword Sect fell, the main reason was Yu Changfeng's ruthlessness.

    The secondary reason is that the strength of the disciples of the famous and decent school of the Spirit Sword Sect is slightly weaker.

    On the training square, the disciples wielding swords gestured too softly, giving the enemy too much leeway.

    Zhao Miaomiao straightened her back, walked up to a younger brother, and lightly put her finger on his saber.

    The younger brother first looked at her in surprise, knowing that the elder sister wanted to teach him.

    Holding his hand steadily, he gradually felt that there was a heavy stone on the sword. After a long time, his arm became sore and trembled slightly.

    As soon as Zhao Miaomiao let go of his hand, the junior couldn't hold back his strength and staggered.

    "It's too weak." Zhao Miaomiao shook his head, "You can't even hold the sword steadily, how can you pierce the enemy's heart. From now on, you swing the sword 10,000 times a day, and come to me to check the results in three days."

    "10,000 strokes?" The younger brother was dumbfounded.

    "Feel less? Twenty thousand blows?" Zhao Miaomiao said in a neutral tone.

    "No, no." The younger brother hurriedly shook his head, "Mingyao knows."

    Zhao Miaomiao nodded in satisfaction, and went to pick a thorn in front of the next disciple.

    "The movement is so slow, are you chopping firewood? Go to the tree every day and sting the fallen leaves, and you can only rest after stabbing a thousand leaves."

    "You, there are too many tricks. You are not dancing, so you don't need to look good! The most important thing is that the moves are simple and effective. The first volume of the basic numbered notation of Cangshu Pavilion can be practiced by yourself."

    Wherever Zhao Miaomiao went, no one was spared.

    So there were suddenly many people stabbing fallen leaves under the tree of Spirit Sword Sect. The disciples turned around, kicked the dead leaves on the ground into the air, and stabbed the fallen leaves with their own swords.

    After working hard for several hours, the people who had stabbed a thousand pieces finally went to the dining hall to eat happily.

    The disciples who swung their swords like lightning in the square were sweating profusely, and their hands were so sore that they could hardly lift them up.

    They kept silently counting their numbers, and some people who finally finished their swings cried out, "Senior Sister, I have finally swung 10,000 times."

    "Why am I 20,000 strokes! Senior sister, you are not fair!" Another disciple cried bitterly.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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