The Cannon Fodder Turns His Sister Into A Soaring Phoenix-Chapter 72: Brother Is A Good Young Man

Sitting face to face with Ye Anping in the back room, Xiao Yunluo, with a sad face, recounted what happened the previous morning.

...

The dewdrops had not yet dried up, and the sun had just risen from behind the mountains.

Somewhere outside the compound, Pei Lianxue held a bamboo sword, unhurriedly demonstrating the first three moves of her *Leaf Shadow Sword Technique*.

"Yunluo, watch this."

Swish---

"And now, like this."

Whoosh---

"And this again..."

Bang---

"And that's it."

Pei Lianxue exhaled a puff of white mist, then walked over to Xiao Yunluo, who was sitting with a dull look on her face, and gently asked her, "Have you learned it? My brother taught me this sword technique, these were the first three moves."

As for Xiao Yunluo, she only saw Pei Lianxue swing her sword horizontally, slash her sword vertically, and lift her sword upwards, but nothing else.

She had previously learned the ***Black Star*** Sect's sword techniques from the elders of the **Heavenly Cloud Peak**.

The elders of the **Heavenly Cloud Peak** not only taught her the moves step by step but also explained to her the most important spiritual method in the sword art for several hours, helping her understand and absorb the knowledge.

But even so, ordinary disciples may not be able to understand it. Only disciples like Xiao Yunluo, who were extremely talented and intelligent, could figure it out for themselves after going back.

However, with Pei Lianxue, the complex explanations about spiritual methods or the details of the sword technique became "like this", "like this again", and "finally, like this".

Xiao Yunluo asked with no confidence, "Lianxue, you think I can learn it?"

"Yes." Pei Lianxue nodded seriously. "Yunluo, I've demonstrated it to you fifteen times."

In the end, Xiao Yunluo had no choice but to nod to save her face. "Well... then I learned."

"Well, come ask me if there's anything you don't understand. I'm going over there to practice."

...

As she spoke about this, Xiao Yunluo felt like she was nothing.

What Young Lady of the ***Black Star*** Sect? What heavenly spiritual root?

In front of Pei Lianxue, she was dumb as a stump.

When Ye Anping heard her say this, he started sweating. It was one thing for Bai Yuexin to suffer a psychological blow, but for this to happen to Xiao Yunluo was totally unexpected.

But now it seemed that Xiao Yunluo had indeed suffered a psychological blow as well.

Ye Anping had now more or less guessed her purpose in coming here.

Xiao Yunluo clenched her fingers, looked into Ye Anping's eyes, and said, "Young Master Ye, Lianxue said you taught her sword skills, so can you teach me too?"

"Of course..."

Xiao Yunluo's eyes lit up until Ye Anping poured a basin of cold water over her.

"Not."

Xiao Yunluo pursed her lips and let out a breath as if she was relieved but at the same time disappointed. "That's what I thought. I have overstepped my bounds, farewell..."

With that, she got up and was ready to leave.

But when he saw her stand up, Ye Anping quickly added. "Sister Xiao, you got it wrong."

"Wrong?"

"Yes." Ye Anping nodded and said, "What you want to learn is not sword skills. You lack the 'bloody energy' of my sister and Feng Yu Die."

"...Bloody energy?" Xiao Yunluo had some confusion in her eyes. "What is that?"

"Whether it is my sister or Feng Yu Die, they did not grow up in a pretty greenhouse like you. When they were young, they both stepped through the gates of hell countless times, fought with monsters in the mountains and forests, and in the end, survived."

Xiao Yunluo felt that she understood, but not quite, so she asked, "Then... how should I practice?"

"Come with me."

After saying that, Ye Anping picked up two blunt swords without blades and led her out of the house to the backyard of the physiotherapy center.

In the backyard, the willow trees moved in the wind, and the fallen leaves on the ground seemed to acknowledge the arrival of the two, deliberately clearing a circular area.

Xiao Yunluo still didn't know what Ye Anping was going to do, so she asked, "Young Master Ye, what are you doing?"

"Fight with me."

Ye Anping handed her one of the blunt swords, walked ten feet away, and turned to face her.

"Fight..."

Xiao Yunluo looked at the sword she held, and then at Ye Anping who was ten feet away. After a moment's hesitation, she thought it was just a sparring match, so she didn't refuse and put the blunt sword in her right hand.

"Ready!"

"Be careful not to die."

"Die?"

The next moment, there was a sound like an explosion in the backyard!

Boom---

Ye Anping stepped forward with his right foot, holding the sword flat in his hand. With a strong explosive force, he rushed toward Xiao Yunluo, the tip of his sword aiming straight at her neck.

This was a killing move.

Even if he was in the *Qi Refining* stage, even if it was a blunt sword, she would most certainly die if hit by it.

But this killing move was also easy to dodge or block because the sword path was extremely simple, it was just a stab aimed at the center of the neck.

Whether dodge or parry, anyone who has trained with the sword would definitely be able to easily resolve it, and Xiao Yunluo had the ability to do it.

However, in her eyes now, Ye Anping was just like those ***Seven Slayers*** Sect thugs on the back mountain of the ***Black Star*** Sect.

She could see the killing intent in Ye Anping's eyes, who was now like an evil spirit. It was definitely not a bluff but a real attempt to kill her.

This was no sparring match.

But why?

She didn't understand why Ye Anping wanted to kill her.

Xiao Yunluo's pupils shrank to a small point, and her lips were slightly parted, but she couldn't make a sound at all. She could only see that the distance between Ye Anping's sword tip and her neck was rapidly shortening.

"Die!!!"

Ye Anping mercilessly proclaimed Xiao Yunluo's imminent death.

At this time, even if he wanted, he couldn't avoid the collision.

There were only two possibilities that could happen now.

Either his sword would pierce Xiao Yunluo's neck.

Either Xiao Yunluo would sidestep or block with her sword.

Did Ye Anping make the right bet?

Ding--

Xiao Yunluo moved her sword and blocked his in front of her neck at the last moment, but because her reaction was a little slow, she couldn't neutralize Ye Anping's strike without being hurt.

The power of Ye Anping's momentum spread along Xiao Yunluo's sword to her wrist and then to her whole body.

Then Xiao Yunluo's body slammed into the stone brick wall next to her, leaving a dent.

"Cough-"

Looking at Xiao Yunluo sliding down the wall, Ye Anping put the sword aside, then walked over to her and extended his hand.

"How is it? Are you getting used to it? Let's go again if not."

Xiao Yunluo was in a trance for a long time before she regained her senses, then clenched the sword in her hand and stabbed at him, but Ye Anping twisted and dodged.

"Are you trying to kill me?!" Xiao Yunluo, who had experienced a life-and-death situation, was now furious. She glared at Ye Anping angrily and roared.

However, Ye Anping merely sighed and said, "You're not dead, are you?"

"You realize if I had been a little later..."

Ye Anping interrupted. "But the fact is, you're not dead."

Xiao Yunluo gritted her teeth and growled at him. "What fact? What if I didn't block it? That sword just now could instantly kill me!!!"

"There was no chance." Ye Anping shrugged and encouraged her. "I knew you could stop it. You are Xiao Yunluo."

---Actually, it wasn't that Ye Anping believed in Xiao Yunluo.

What he believed in, was Si Xuanji and the protection spell she gave her daughter.

When he was on the back mountain of the ***Black Star*** Sect, he was a little worried that Liang Zhu and the others would force out Xiao Yunluo's protective spell and attract Si Xuanji's attention.

It was precisely because he knew that Xiao Yunluo had a protective spell that he dared to attack her like this.

And it was precisely because Xiao Yunluo didn't know she had a protective spell that she felt afraid.

Ye Anping was a good young man who never gambled.