No semi-saint can be calm and natural when facing a world-famous divine giant.

Qing Qingfang's heart beat faster, her snow-like jade fingers were tightly clasped, and she even held her breath, but she was trying to keep herself calm.

Zhang Ruochen said: "You are very smart, please follow me to practice for a while!"

After getting the exact reply, Qing Qing could hear a roar in her mind, for a moment, forgot how to speak.

After all, she was the proud daughter of heaven who could be favored by Zhang Ruochen. She quickly calmed down, her beautiful eyes flashed, and she said, "I do! Thank you uncle!"

She wanted to get up and bow and bow.

However, the body was unable to move and bit her lips and teeth, not knowing what to do.

"It's easier and more natural. For me, there's not so much etiquette." Zhang Ruochen smiled like the spring breeze blowing on his face.

Murong Yefeng was very envious, but knew that his foundation had been solidified and there were too few places to be shaped again. So he said, "I also have a little girl, why not follow you to practice for a while?"

"Don't make trouble!" Zhang Ruochen said.

Murong Yefeng smiled and stopped mentioning this matter.

Because he knew that Zhang Ruochen did not do this on a whim, but because Qing Qing is indeed very smart and malleable.

Moreover, Zhang Ruochen should have wanted to make up for something.

Otherwise, with his current cultivation and identity, how could he waste time on this? His children have no time to carefully teach them.

When Murong Yefeng thought of his daughter, he couldn't help but shake his head. It was indeed a big gap with Qingqing.

Zhang Ruochen took out a divine blood pill and handed it to Murong Yefeng, saying, "You can put this pill into a holy spring and turn it into a blood pool, which will be of infinite benefits to the Murong family."

The Divine Blood Divine Pill is made up of the blood and energy of the great god. It is impossible to swallow it directly under the divine realm.

Murong Yefeng was naturally not polite and accepted it calmly.

Murong Yue was thinking about something, suddenly spoke, saying, "Can I follow Jie Zun to practice for a while?"

This time, Zhang Ruochen did not refuse and said, "It is indeed time for a god from the Murong family to be born. After the Gods Banquet, he and Qing Qing will follow me back to Kunlun Realm."

With foundation and potential, Murong Yue is still above Murong Yefeng, and has practiced more perfectly in many realms, and has a greater chance of becoming a god.

Qingqing was immersed in her dreamy thoughts and felt that it was unreal.

She stared at other prides of the heavens and the storms of her contemporaries, and felt that she was no longer in the same world as them, and the distance suddenly became farther away!

The uncle of the junior teacher brought her to a more magnificent and worth looking forward to!

Her future path is destined to go in another direction.

But she also found that she could not see the way forward clearly and had to calm down and think carefully.

Qingxiao and Beigong Jingting are back!

Beigong Jingting's face turned pale, and her heart was filled with resentment and anger. Qingxiao said nothing and followed her. It was obvious that Xuanji Sword God did not help Beigong Jingting to preside over justice.

Zhang Ruochen had expected it.

Under normal circumstances, a true god will not interfere in the secular world in the world, let alone such trivial matters. It is amazing that Xuan Ji Sword God will get involved!

Unless Han Qiu kills Beigong Jingting with one sword, this matter will be alarmed to Xuanji Sword God.

Murong Yefeng and Murong Yue have left to talk to other monks about the past.

Zhang Ruochen stared at the senior brother and said, "After the God-Summit, I want to take Qingqing to Mingzong to practice for a while. What do you think?"

Qingxiao was overjoyed.

If Qing Qing was attracted by his junior brother and brought to practice, the future practice would inevitably be the divine way, and even his father might be beyond the reach of the world in the future.

Such an opportunity is hard to imagine.

Beigong Jingting was already angry. When she heard this, she sarcastically said, "Is Mingzong amazing? Not to mention that you are a saint king, even if you are the great sage of Mingzong, you are not qualified to be Qingqing's master. Valkyrie and the Emperor are both optimistic about Qingqing and intend to teach him personally. It is possible to marry into the royal family and become the crown princess in the future."

Qing Qing said: "Mother, I want to... make my own decision!"

Beigong Jingting looked at Qing Qing in disbelief.

Is this going to be reversed?

Even his own daughter is going to disobey her.

"You guys discuss it yourself."

Zhang Ruochen threw a smile at Qingxiao, asking for blessings, and left to find Han Qiu and Zhang Hongchen.

This teacher's sister-in-law is indeed not very smart, has flaws in her personality, and is too arrogant. Even her daughter can see something unusual, but she can only see the surface of things.

There are thousands of people and thousands of faces, no one is perfect, nothing to blame.

Han Qiu and Zhang Hongchen were not in the hall, but went to the backyard.

From the beginning, Zhang Ruochen was very curious, how could Han Qiu come to Luo Xu's God-Salvation Banquet?

The snow is getting faster and faster.

The world is covered with white, with plants and trees covered with silver, and only the red walls and jade pillars are particularly eye-catching.

By the red wall, by the holy lake.

Under the sacred tree of ice plum trees, Luo Shuihan was wearing flawless white clothes, painting with a pen beside the table about a meter long. He formed a field around him, and snowflakes fell, melted into water vapor and disappeared.

The black robe on Han Qiu flew in the wind, standing in the distance and staring.

On the side, Zhang Hongchen's jujube-red cloak was extremely eye-catching and said, "She actually ignored us."

Han Qiu said: "Luo Shuihan has obtained the inheritance of the Fourth Confucian ancestor. It is extremely mysterious. Even I can't see through the strong spiritual power. Look, although she is standing there painting, she is separated from the whole world, as if she is in another space and is transcendent from the world."

"Since that's the case, anyone dares to have an idea for her?" Zhang Hongchen said.

Han Qiu said: "A mountain is higher than another mountain! In the secular world, I have reached the end, but in front of the gods, there is nothing. Unless I practice to the level of your father, I can have a certain right to speak in the world, and every move can affect the pattern of the universe."

On the other side.

Luo Shuihan finally finished painting, put the white jade-inlaid pen aside and said, "The Sun and Moon Concubine came uninvited. Could it be that she took over the task and wanted to take my life?"

"Your life is worthless. I mean, there is no bounty!"

Han Qiu walked on the water, walked towards her, and said, "But I accidentally received a message that someone wanted to take your life and take the thing left by the Fourth Confucian ancestor."

A wave appeared in Luo Shuihan's eyes and said, "Where did you get the news?"

Han Qiu captured the slightest tide of Luo Shuihan's eyes and said, "In other words, that thing is really on you?"

Zhang Hongchen said: "What our old guy means is that if that thing is really on you, you have to hand it over to the Dragon Lord as soon as possible. Otherwise, you will have a life-threatening disaster."

"What the hell is going on?"

A familiar and heavy voice sounded in Zhang Hongchen's ears, shocking her.

Looking around, I saw a saint king wearing armor appearing in front of me.

The appearance of the Holy King gradually changed...

Hearing their remarks, Zhang Ruochen could no longer hide in the dark and had to show up immediately.

"Father!"

Zhang Hongchen was very happy and flew over immediately.

"I'll tell you about your affairs later."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes fell on Han Qiu and said, "What is it that actually alarms the Dragon Lord?"

After all, he is a first-class killer. Han Qiu can perfectly restrain his emotions and expressions and tell him.

The Tiansha Organization and the Earth Killing Organization were declining and the Temple of Death quickly became the leader of the three major killer organizations in the Heavenly Court, and all kinds of information were naturally very well-informed.

By chance, Han Qiu learned that Luo Shuihan had obtained the inheritance of the Fourth Confucian ancestor, including Hunyuan Pen. He had a mysterious force to capture Luo Shuihan and Hunyuan Pen.

Hunyuan Brush is very famous in the Kunlun world. It is the favorite brush of the Fourth Confucian ancestor. It can draw everything in the world and has countless legends.

According to legend, the beauty drawn by Hunyuan strokes can walk out of the painting, which is no different from a real person.

You can even draw gods!

Han Qiu felt that this was strange, so he rushed to Kunlun Realm and planned to inform the gods. It was difficult to see the Supreme Master as if he was ascending to heaven, and Empress Chi Yao no longer had Kunlun. Fortunately, she met Zhang Hongchen, who took her to Wangshan and met the Venerable Tribulation.

After that, they rushed to the Starry Sky Defense Line with the divine order of the Tribulation Venerable.

Zhang Ruochen asked: "Senior Sister Luo has really obtained the inheritance of the Fourth Confucian ancestor and the Hunyuan pen?"

Luo Shuihan's mental power and martial arts cultivation have improved too quickly, far beyond other Kunlun geniuses. It would be strange if there was no big opportunity.

"Since all the news has been leaked, there is nothing to hide."

Luo Shuihan spread his hands open.

The space trembled slightly, and a brush made of bamboo appeared in the palm of your hand.

The pen is green and green, like Hsinchu, which looks ordinary, but full of beauty. It is more long and less short. The thickness and color are just right, which is in line with the Tao.

In an instant, it is like being in a bamboo forest, you can smell the smell of bamboo leaves.

Zhang Ruochen picked up the Hunyuan Pen and looked at it, and asked, "Why did the news leak?"
To be continued...