In the core circle of the battlefield, where the Danxin Gate of the second-grade sect is stationed, on a peak in the back mountain, there is a protruding rock like a flying eagle spreading its wings, called the Eagle Flying Stone. On the Eagle Flying Stone, a figure is sitting there. This person is wearing red cloud embroidery on a white background.
The long, close-fitting dress outlines his slender figure extremely strong. He has snow-white silver hair. Judging from his age, he looks about thirty, but there is a look of vicissitudes in his eyes.
He sat on the Eagle Flying Stone, with one leg bent and the other hanging in the air. There was a wine gourd beside him.
Looking at the setting sun in the west, the man squinted his eyes slightly, reached out and grabbed the wine gourd next to him, raised his head and drank, but there was no wine in the gourd, so he drank lonely.
The young man in white clothes and white hair shook the gourd and sighed.
At this moment, his eyes lit up, he looked at the escaping light flying from below, he smiled: "Here comes the wine!" and waved to the escaping light.
After a while, the escaping light fell next to him, revealing the figure of a cute and charming girl.
The girl was slim, wearing a green dress, and her hair was tied into two ponytails. As soon as she appeared, she smiled at the young man, with a very pretty pear dimple at the corner of her mouth.
"Senior brother!" the girl shouted abruptly.
"What senior brother!" The young man stared, "Call me senior uncle!"
"Oh?" The girl tilted her head and looked at him, a cunning light flashed in her beautiful eyes: "Are you sure?"
The young man said seriously: "You must not mess up the seniority. Your father is my senior brother, so of course you have to call me senior uncle."
The girl put her hands behind her back, stepped on the empty space, and was about to leave. She looked at the young man sideways and said, "Then you have to think about it. Only senior brother has wine to drink. As for senior uncle... just go and stay wherever it is cool."
"Junior Sister Chan'er, you are so naughty!" the young man scolded him seriously.
The girl named Chan'er snorted, took her feet back, and took out several wine jars from her storage bag. The young man hurriedly opened one jar, smelled the smell, and raised his eyebrows: "Good wine!"
He grabbed the wine jar and drank a few sips. He burped with satisfaction and asked casually: "Where did you get this wine from? It's a bit old."
While pouring the wine she brought into the young man's wine gourd, the girl casually said: "The wine my mother buried in the bamboo forest."
The young man was stunned and looked at Chan'er stupidly: "Isn't this your dowry? You are too courageous. If your mother knows..."
Chan'er chuckled: "If you don't tell me, and I don't tell you, how would my mother know?"
The young man looked at Chan'er with a troubled expression, then looked at his own wine gourd, raised his head and drank a few more sips. Whatever, he was used to being beaten since he was a child. As long as he didn't leave the Lingxi battlefield, the old witch wouldn't even think about it.
What to do with yourself...
"Senior brother, when will you marry me?" Chan'er filled her bottle with wine, sat in front of the young man, and asked seriously.
"Cough cough cough..." The young man coughed violently, wiped his mouth, and scolded the girl: "What are you talking about? I am your uncle!"
The girl tilted her head and pointed at her red lips: "That night thirty-two years ago, you kissed..." She didn't look old, but she actually had a good eye for beauty, and her true age couldn't be seen from her appearance.
"Shut up!" The young man looked flustered and looked around with a guilty conscience. "If your mother heard this, would I still be alive? And I was still young at that time..."
She was only a few years old at that time. Fortunately, she could remember it so clearly. It was hard to look back on the past!
"Then let's stop talking." Chan'er looked at the young man with a smile, and stretched out her hand to pull on her lips, as if she was sewing her mouth shut.
The young man immediately had a headache. After spending so many years together, he knew very well the girl's temperament. The more the other party looked like this, the more it meant that there was something important that she had not said.
He sighed: "Just tell me if you have anything to do."
Chan'er smiled and said: "Then I said, you want to marry me!"
"Shut up!" The young man turned around neatly, leaving his back to the girl.
"You don't listen to anything about the Jade Blood Sect?" Chan'er's voice sounded from behind.
The young man turned his head, his expression became solemn, his mouth wriggled a few times, and finally he said solemnly: "Are we going to be deposed? It's almost time."
Chan'er shook her head, her big eyes curved into a crescent shape: "The Blue Blood Sect may not need to be deposed."
"What do you mean?" The young man frowned. He had not admitted any disciples for thirty years. The Blue Blood Sect was on the verge of being deposed. In two months, the sect's grade evaluation would begin. This kind of evaluation cannot be interfered by human power. The old man and the senior sister supported it.
In the past thirty years, the Jade Blood Sect has slowly dropped from the first rank to the ninth rank. This time it is impossible to retain the sect name.
"I heard, I just heard that Mr. Tang recruited a disciple six months ago, but he was attacked on the way back. Then Mr. Tang had no choice but to send him to the Lingxi battlefield. Now, this
The little guy named Lu Yiye has reached the fifth level of cultivation and is rushing to the Blue Blood Sect's headquarters."
Before Chan'er finished speaking, the young man stood up, with a look of shock and disbelief on his face: "The old man has accepted a disciple?"
"It seems so!"
"Where did the news come from? Can you confirm it?"
"I don't know where the source is, but now the news has spread and many people know about it."
"Has it spread?" The young man frowned and whispered, "Not good!"
Saying this, a layer of sword light wrapped around his body and flew away through the air.
"Remember to marry me!" Chan'er shouted from behind, but there was no response. She snorted: "You were in a hurry and didn't ask where you were."
Saying this, he still sent a message to the young man, explaining in detail the information he had.
The next moment, a sharp shout came from the front: "You are not allowed to leave the sect without permission. Li Baxian, what do you want to do, ah ah ah!"
The voice shouted as it fell downwards, not knowing what it encountered.
On the Eagle Flying Stone, the girl named Chan'er also stood up, pondered for a moment, and said to herself: "Holy Fire Sect, Jinyun Tower, Bailian Valley, which one should I go to? Forget it, I'm too lazy to think about it!"
Looking around to see if there was anyone, she took off one of her embroidered shoes and threw it into the sky. When she landed, she looked at the tip of the shoe: "Is this direction the Bailian Valley? Then go to the Bailian Valley."
Saying this, he raised his hand and threw out a handkerchief. The handkerchief immediately swelled up in the wind and turned into a spiritual weapon several feet in diameter. Chan'er flew down on the handkerchief and flew away in the air.
The voice that sounded before quickly sounded again: "Senior Sister Yuechan, where are you going?"
"Get away, get away!" Chan'er waved her hand unceremoniously.
"Ah ah ah..." The voice shouted again while falling downwards.
After a while, a disgraced figure got up from the ground and looked at the direction the scarf was leaving, as if mourning a heir.
The guardian envoy and deputy envoy ran away together. In all the years since the Danxin Sect was founded, nothing so outrageous has ever happened.
This is a big deal!
He quickly sent a message and asked many of his fellow sects to guard important places. He also opened the protective formation to prevent foreign enemies from taking the opportunity to invade. At the same time, he sent someone to send a message to Jiuzhou to inform the sect of what happened here.
Two days later, in the inner circle of the battlefield, at the Bailian Valley station, the sect's protective formation was opened. The guard stationed here looked at the figure of the woman in the sky with an expression of resentment: "Feng Yuechan, what are you going to do!"
But he could only hide in the protective formation and roar, never dare to run out and provoke.
Without him, the woman flying in the sky is the top of the list of Lingxi.
And he is an old man who has occupied the top spot for more than ten years.
It’s not that Feng Yuechan has such incredible talent in cultivation, she is indeed not bad in terms of talent, but it is not enough to keep her at the top of the list for more than ten years.
The main reason is that this woman has been dragging her cultivation level not to advance. More than ten years ago, she opened her spiritual aperture to 360. Everyone thought she was going to be promoted to the Yunhe realm. However, more than ten years later, she
Just don't get promoted.
More than ten years of accumulation in the Lingxi realm has given her more pure spiritual power than ordinary people. That's all. The key is that this woman is still a Dharma cultivator...
She didn't need to improve her cultivation level, so she delved into the arts. As a result, this woman's strength became stronger year by year. She had never fallen off the top spot since she occupied the top spot more than ten years ago.
There are rumors that she is proficient in hundreds of spells.
The average Lingxi ninth-level magic cultivator can master a dozen or twenty spells at most, and may only be good at a few spells. If you compare them, you will know how terrifying this woman is.
It is not a good thing to be stuck in your cultivation without promotion, especially for a monk with extremely high talent like Feng Yuechan. As she grows older, her potential will gradually decrease. If she continues not to be promoted, it will definitely affect her future.
achievements.
You must know that people of her generation are basically at the Cloud River Realm, and a few are even at the True Lake Realm.
So even though she has been occupying the top spot on the Lingxi Ranking, no monk from the sect wants to push her down. The price to pay is too high.
The Lingxi Ranking is an extremely fair list. It is independently generated by the Lingxi Battlefield and is not compiled by humans. Therefore, even if a female cultivator from a second-grade sect always occupies the top position, those monks from a first-grade sect will not.
People question her strength.
In the past ten years or so, whenever the talented monks from various major sects were promoted to the ninth level of Lingxi, most of them would choose to break through as much as possible and leave the battlefield of Lingxi. After all, it was a bit uncomfortable to be ridden on the head by a woman and unable to resist.
nice.
Just now, the monks here in Bailian Valley had a profound understanding of the strength of the leader. After a few spells were cast down, the station's protective formation buzzed. You must know that although Bailian Valley is only a fourth-grade sect, it can be forty
Years ago it was a first-class product.
Because he was killed too many by a certain sect, he fell from the first level to the fourth level. The centipede insect is dead but not stiff. The Bailian Valley still has a strong foundation.
However, at this moment, a sect's station was actually blocked by one person. All the monks in Bailian Valley were hiding in the protective formation and shivering, which showed the powerful deterrent of the top of the Lingxi Ranking.
Faced with the doubts from below, the girl Feng Yuechan responded with a fireball that was larger than a house. Compared with the fireball technique Dong Shuye performed and Feng Yuechan's, the difference between a grandson and a grandfather was simply the same.
This chapter has been completed!