"But she has a bad temper. At first, some bad guys supported her and refused to let her go. They were severely punished by the holy sword in her hand."

The young man in blue robe showed off: "The sword I saw is the White Dragon Holy Sword, an extremely ancient and rare holy sword. The casting method has long been lost."

Lin Yun smiled, he naturally knew this, he was the one who gave this sword to Ye Ziling.

However, he did not expose it and allowed the young man in blue robe to continue to show off: "Her origin is far from simple. Not only is she a direct bloodline of the Shenggu family, she is also the daughter of Jian Jingtian. You know Jian Jingtian!"

Lin Yun nodded: "I've heard of some."

Seeing Lin Yun's expression being so bland, the young man in blue robe said slightly dissatisfied: "Jian Jingtian is a legendary figure. He won the top spot in the Famous Sword Conference twenty years ago."

"A sect that is not even a holy land actually produced such a genius. It was a sensation in the world back then."

Lin Yun secretly thought that his senior brother was so famous back then that even Hidden Sword Villa had stories about him.

Boom!

At this moment, the street suddenly shook.

A moment later, an extremely cold chill swept over from the end of the street.

Wow!

In the endless cold, there was a snow-white ice luan, pulling a gorgeous bicycle frame, and stopped in front of Ye Ziling.

Bingluan possesses a trace of Ice Phoenix bloodline, has extremely high cultivation level, and exudes the power of a semi-saint.

The terrifying aura made the surrounding monks extremely frightened and they all avoided it.

"Who is this?" Lin Yun frowned slightly.

The young man in blue robe looked nervous and whispered: "You don't know this? That is Bingluan Baoyu. The person sitting inside is Gu Zijing. This guy is the direct disciple of the Ice Emperor."

Lin Yun understood that although this Ice Emperor was not one of the Nine Emperors, he was still a top figure in the Kunlun world.

The Ice and Snow Temple is one of the three holy places of the Sword Alliance. This Ice Emperor was also a sword emperor prodigy back then, and his attainments in the ice sword were slightly inferior to even Yu Qingfeng's.

Being able to become the Ice Emperor's direct disciple is at least a rare swordsmanship talent that can only be seen in a hundred years. He will definitely come to this famous sword tournament aiming for the top spot.

But what did this guy mean when he stopped in front of Ye Ziling?

Inside Bingluan Baoyu, Gu Zijing's voice came and said with a smile: "Miss Ziling, I have sent three invitations, but you have not responded, so I have no choice but to come and invite you in person. Can you please come and get together with me?"

Ye Ziling was as cold as ice and had no intention of responding, so she turned around and left.

"Young lady's temper is too much." A servant from the carriage rose up from the air and stopped in front of Ye Ziling.

Deep in Ye Ziling's eyes, there seemed to be snow obsidian flowers blooming, bursting out with icy cold light, and said coldly: "Go away."

"Young Master, you are the direct disciple of the Ice Emperor. It would be too much for the girl to be so ruthless." The servant was well-trained and said unwillingly.

"So what?"

Ye Ziling's expression remained unchanged, her right hand held the hilt of the White Dragon Holy Sword, and a cold killing intent spread out.

At the same time, a faint dragon shadow appeared on her body, surrounding her like a divine dragon protecting her body.

"Stand back and don't embarrass Miss Ye."

Gu Zijing's voice came from the Bingluan Palace. He called back the servants who wanted to take action and said: "Miss Ye, I came here because of my fame. I just want to see Miss Ye. I have no intention of embarrassment."

Whoosh!

What answered him was a flash of sword light. Ye Ziling drew his sword out of its sheath, but before the servant could react, he was slashed away by the sword.

"But I don't want to see you." Ye Ziling responded coldly and walked over.

In the middle of Bingluan Baoyu, Gu Zijing held the wine glass with a smile on his lips: "Sure enough, he has the same temper as the legend."

The interior of Baoyu is like a palace, as white as jade and gorgeous and noble. The millet mirror sits in it, and there are six maids as beautiful as flowers around it.

"Let's go."

Gu Zijing sighed and did not pursue him after all. The maid took the injured groom with her and hurriedly left the place.

"Haha, I didn't expect that the famous millet mirror was also deflated." The young man in blue robe said with a smile.

But immediately, a look of astonishment appeared on his face, and Lin Yun, who had been standing aside just now, disappeared without knowing it.

"What a fast pace."

The young man in blue robe quickly glanced at the stall and found that his holy sword was not missing, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Yun himself had already followed Ye Ziling's back and quietly chased him.

Since Ye Ziling appears here, it means that other people from the Sword Sect are also here.
Chapter completed!