After becoming the prince of the demon clan, the beautiful master pampers him every day

Chapter 194 Sword Spirit Kunwu

Chu Xinglan was tempted for a moment, but after thinking it over he decided to refuse.

The bottle of pills that his master gave him last time is no longer available.

His current cultivation level is not far from the third level. By then he will be able to transform at will, and there will be no need to trouble his master to refine this pill for him.

Although Xuan Ling was still very curious about how his little prince would look like when he grew up, he didn't say anything when he saw that the little prince was not in a hurry.

"Don't you want to spar with me? Let's go. This is a good opportunity for me to see your strength."

Chu Xinglan, who originally didn't think there was anything wrong, felt a little embarrassed after hearing what he said. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if he lost too badly?

It seems that I have to use all my strength this time.

The three of them soon arrived at the open space outside the yard, and the master and disciple fought against each other.

Seeing this, Xuan Ling tiptoed onto the roof and leaned against it leisurely.

Chu Xinglan took a deep breath, took out his sword from the bell and held it tightly in his hand, his eyes fixed on Sang Yunqi.

Seeing how nervous he was, Sang Yunqi raised his eyebrows and took out his sword. He had also heard about Chu Xinglan learning sword from Qi Yu, so now was a good opportunity to see the results.

Sang Yunqi casually made a sword flower and said calmly, "Come on."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Xinglan burst out at full speed and rushed towards Sang Yunqi. After the distance was shortened, he moved his right hand slightly and used the Lingxiao sword technique smoothly.

After all, Sang Yunqi was from Cangqiong Mountain, so he naturally knew Ling Jianfeng's swordsmanship very well. After standing in place and raising his sword to block Ling Jianfeng's sword move, he used the force to return the same move to Chu Xinglan.

Chu Xinglan dodged in surprise, but kept wielding the sword in his hand. At first, the surging spiritual power in his body was a little out of control, but as the two of them countered each other's moves, he became more and more adept at it.

With a clang, the two swords collided. Chu Xinglan did a backflip to relieve the huge force and distanced himself from Sang Yunqi.

Sang Yunqi stood there without moving, looking leisurely as if he was enjoying the scenery, and it was hard to tell that he was sparring with others.

Chu Xinglan felt a little depressed. His previous feeling that he was quite capable was gone. In front of his master, he was no different from a rookie.

The other party was like a mountain towering into the clouds. He had been climbing for so long, but was still wandering around at the foot of the mountain.

Realizing his frustrated mood, Chu Xinglan quickly adjusted his mindset. There was nothing else to test. Since there was no result to be gained by testing, he might as well give it his all.

Having made up his mind, Chu Xinglan clenched the sword in his hand and rushed forward again. This time he did not use Lingxiao sword technique all the time, but interspersed it with the sword moves taught by his master. The spiritual fire in his body was ready to move, waiting for a suitable opportunity to surge out.

He didn't know if his luck was really that good, but he instantly caught the movement of his master which was a moment slower.

Chu Xinglan instantly mobilized the spiritual power in his body and used the strongest move of Lingxiao sword technique, with the tip of the sword piercing Sang Yunqi's chest.

When Sang Yunqi raised his sword to block, a golden fire dragon roared out of his body and headed straight for Sang Yunqi's back.

Perhaps because the seal was released, Chu Xinglan could feel that the spiritual fire was more active and more violent this time. The dragon scales on the huge dragon's body were lifelike, and platinum flames were burning on each scale.

The scorching heat made the air around them scorch, and the flowers and plants around them withered instantly and turned into ashes.

Sang Yunqi raised his eyebrows and suddenly increased the speed of his hands. Before Chu Xinglan could even see his movements clearly, he was knocked back by a huge force.

Then he heard his invincible fire dragon roaring in pain, and it ran back and circled around him. No matter how he drove it, it just hummed and didn't move, and finally it slipped into his body and didn't come out.

Chu Xinglan: “…”

"This little dragon looks like a dragon, but why is he so cowardly? I haven't even started to fight him yet."

A strange and somewhat childish voice was heard. Chu Xinglan looked around curiously, but there was no one else except the three of them. Who was speaking?

Sang Yunqi looked at the sword spirit that came out automatically, feeling somewhat helpless: "What are you doing here?"

The sword spirit flew around him and took the time to wave and say hello to Xuan Ling on the roof, then flew proudly in front of Chu Xinglan.

"Are you Xing Heng's apprentice?"

As she said this, she glanced at the sword in his hand and said with disdain: "Your sword skills are too poor. I want to vomit."

Chu Xinglan stared with wide eyes at the palm-sized figure in front of him, not daring to breathe.

"Master...Master, what is this?"

Sang Yunqi had already walked over by now, stretched out two fingers and pinched the little man, no matter how he struggled, it was of no use.

Then he explained to Chu Xinglan: "This is my sword spirit, you don't have to pay attention to him."

The sword spirit pinched his waist with a snort, looking at Sang Yunqi unconvinced: "Am I wrong? Giving him the Dragon Hidden Sword is simply a waste of talent."

Chu Xinglan felt a little embarrassed by what he said. His swordsmanship was indeed not that good. However, seeing that he couldn't break free, he couldn't control his curiosity and stretched out a finger to poke the sword spirit's little face.

"Master, does he have a name?"

Ever since the little sword spirit was born, everyone who saw him was terrified. He had never been poked like this before and immediately got furious.

"Who told you to touch me, you idiot, how dare you do this to Master Kunwu!"

Chu Xinglan thought it was so cute and didn't care about his tone. She reached out and poked it twice more.

"Your name is Kunwu?"

The sword spirit puffed out his chest proudly: "Call me Master Kunwu."

At this time, Xuan Ling also jumped down from the roof and raised his hand to give Kunwu a head blow.

"Be polite. This is our demon clan's crown prince. You are so big, look at how small you are."

The sword spirit hissed, raised its little hand to cover its forehead, and shouted at Xuan Ling in anger: "You hit me again!"

Seeing that he started to struggle again, Sang Yunqi let go of his hand. The sword spirit rushed directly towards Xuan Ling, and the whole little man fell on Xuan Ling's face.

The crisp sound made Chu Xinglan feel a pain on his face.

Xuan Ling: "..."

He pulled the little sword spirit off his face, pinched it in his hands and rubbed it for a while, listened to him crying and begging for mercy, then mercifully let go of his hand and threw him out.

The little sword spirit rolled and flew a long distance before it stabilized its body. It opened its mouth to say something, but when it saw Xuan Ling's sinister eyes, it closed its mouth from the bottom of its heart, slowly flew back to Sang Yunqi's side, and stood on his shoulder.

Xuan Ling patted his clothes and rubbed Chu Xinglan's head.

"Okay, it's getting late, I have to go."