"Dead! Eldest Sister killed Mozun!" The disciples behind cheered.
For this moment, they have been practicing for a long time!
When they knew that they could participate in the plan to kill the Demon Lord with their current cultivation level in their lifetime, they were all excited!
Yu Changfeng's notoriety has spread far and wide, and there are as many people who want to kill him as crucian carp crossing the river.
No one has ever succeeded.
But now, their Spirit Sword Sect has succeeded!
The disciples have never been so proud!
After Yu Changfeng and Su Xixi died, the Spirit Sword Sect became famous and became the most popular sect on Xiuxian Continent.
There are many more people who come to visit and send their children to learn from teachers.
People who visit are unavoidable to give gifts, and those who want to learn from teachers are even more proud, and their families directly pay the entrance fee.
Seeing so much money suddenly, Su Yuexi was excited inside, but calm on the surface.
This is too much, and our sect does not have such a thing as an entry fee.
He knew that these people were giving gifts to the sect in disguise.
Su Yuexi smiled politely, "The entry fee doesn't need to be so much, just pay for food and accommodation."
The rich businessman with a shiny face and a big belly smiled generously, "Hey, not much! Our children's monthly money is more than that!"
"I really don't need so much, Hualing, just take one year's fee." Su Yuexi shook her head and refused.
Hua Ling withdrew the money and registered it in the register.
The rich merchant is a shrewd man, he slapped his thigh and praised, "Spirit Sword Sect is indeed extraordinary!"
Hey, the fees of other sects are extremely expensive.
Zhao Miaomiao stood at the highest point of the Spirit Sword Sect and looked down. The sect was peaceful and prosperous.
"Puppy, let the original owner come back."
"Okay, Master Host."
Zhao Miaomiao returned to the space. On the screen in the middle, a few lines of big blue characters read:
System No. 101
No.: 101
Tasker: Zhao Miaomiao
Level: s (3 million)
Point value: 1.94 million
She lay down on the bed, let the puppy play a melodious song randomly, and listened quietly.
Su Ranhua returned to her body, and as far as the eye could see, the Spirit Sword Sect was thriving, and it was no longer the devastated appearance in her last memory.
There was a touch of emotion on her condensed face.
Su Ranhua went down with his sword, and when he passed by those disciples, Xiayue called him down.
"Big sister!" Xiayue came to her side in a few steps.
"What's the matter?" Su Ranhua remembered that the tasker doted on this junior sister, but after thinking about it, she felt something was wrong.
The tasker is very kind to everyone in the Spirit Sword Sect.
Su Ranhua pursed her lips, remembering the past.
Her temperament is too cold, so she doesn't get close to anyone.
After the tasker came to her body, he didn't show too much enthusiasm, but there was always a kind of tenderness and warmth.
The reason for teaching his disciples with a cold face is to improve their swordsmanship.
Even when she was facing her father, she often smiled coldly, but she refused to let him go to the dangerous Huangyan Island, and even improved the situation of the sect.
"Senior Sister? What's the matter with you?" After Xiayue said a word, she found that Su Ranhua was in a daze and did not respond.
"I'm fine, what did you just say?" Su Ranhua rubbed her head unconsciously.
She felt inexplicably guilty just now, because all these years she only cared about the cultivation, and hardly worried about the sect's affairs.
"Master said he would hold a banquet for you! Celebrate your becoming a Sword Immortal! Senior Sister, do you have anything you want? You tell me secretly, and I will prepare it for you." (Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel .com