The juniors are all bosses, so I can only hang up

Following Ouyang's roar, a young man in a black suit came out of the room holding a sword.

The young man was dressed in a black outfit, with a chilling sword intent all over his body, just looking at it made people feel daunting.

A three-foot sword was held tightly in front of the boy's chest. The boy's breath was still a little chaotic, but it had begun to stabilize.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Ouyang and nodded, and said a word stiffly: "Okay!"

Ouyang looked at the young man who lifted the roof of his house with some pain. This young man was his second junior brother Leng Qingsong, and he was also the one who gave him the most headache in the whole mountain.

Name: Leng Qingsong (Son of Plane)

Cultivation level: Seventh level of alchemy

Root bone: 10+1

Charisma: 10

Lucky: 10+1

Kendo qualification: 10+1

Exclusive skill: I am the sword!

Evaluation: A son of a plane with a little social phobia, the protagonist is destined to be the protagonist!

Every time he saw Leng Qingsong's attribute panel, Ouyang couldn't help but scold, "Damn it, it's good to be born well!"

Someone was born in Rome, someone was born a cow and a horse!

Really more popular than dead people!

But this is a cub raised by himself!

The scenes of that year are still vivid in front of Ouyang's eyes.

After he got the system, he met Leng Qingsong who was an orphan. When he saw Leng Qingsong's panel attributes, Ouyang made a decision. The orphan was adopted by himself!

Establishing a good relationship with the son of the plane early is the foundation of being able to survive!

My five-year-old self and three-year-old Leng Qingsong wandered around.

Until he met his master Juan, crying and begging to accept the two of them as disciples.

I think of the time when my master begged me:

In a farm field, five-year-old Ouyang and three-year-old Leng Qingsong are eating sweet potatoes stolen from the field.

An immortal priest descended from the sky in front of the two of them.

"Little friend, you are destined to be with me, would you like to be my apprentice?"

The Taoist leader is the current master Juan, and when he saw Juan falling from the sky, Ouyang subconsciously chose to refuse.

After all, I have awakened the system, and the cub I am bringing is still a child of the plane, so any cat or dog wants to be my master?

Juan didn't expect that Ouyang would refuse directly. When Ouyang refused, Leng Qingsong subconsciously hid behind Ouyang and looked at Juan warily.

"Please, let your brother be my apprentice!" Juan said sincerely to Ouyang.

"Daozhang, what about me?" five-year-old Ouyang asked expectantly.

"I can make you a rich man!" Juan promised, patted his chest.

"I also want to cultivate immortality!" Ouyang immediately refused.

"Compared to your younger brother, it's better for you to be a rich man!" Juan said reluctantly.

"If you don't accept brother, then I won't go either!" Leng Qingsong behind him said such a long sentence for the first time.

It was early autumn, when everything was ripening, and I and Leng Qingsong were accepted by Juan as apprentices, officially embarking on the road of cultivating immortals.

After that, the two of them were brought back to Qing Yunzong by Juan until now.

And when he and Leng Qingsong came to Qing Yunzong, even the head was alarmed.

The one who alarmed the head of the sect was naturally his little brother, after all, he was the protagonist, with such amazing aptitude, even the head of the sect couldn't help but want to accept Leng Qingsong as his apprentice.

But because of himself, Leng Qingsong still refused the invitation of the leader.

"Where my brother is, I will be there!" Leng Qingsong hid behind Ouyang, speaking such a long sentence for the second time.

As expected of his own cub, he just loves himself!

Ouyang looked relieved at this little brother with social phobia.

"The uncut jade is dusty! The uncut jade is dusty!" The rejected head walked out of the small mountain in disappointment, and his master laughed triumphantly.

As soon as Ouyang came back to his senses, Leng Qingsong was already sitting at the table with his sword in his arms. He hadn't eaten for three days and started to gobble it up.

The sword intent around him has not been fully withdrawn, and the chilling sword energy reverberates throughout the small courtyard.

Sitting at the other end of the table, Hututu's little body was already shaking into sieves, the sense of oppression Leng Qingsong gave him was too strong!

Compared with the third senior brother just now who gave me the illusion that he didn't know when he would die, this person in front of him could kill himself at will!

Grandpa, is the world so dangerous?Tu Tu me, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back alive!

Hu Tutu groaned in his heart and thought.

And Bai Feiyu next to him looked at Leng Qingsong who was sitting on the table with serious eyes. He was only a teenager, but he gave himself such a great sense of oppression!

What a talent this is!It seems that I have to practice harder!

Otherwise, wouldn't it be too ridiculous for me to be the reincarnation of the ancient sword fairy!

But Leng Qingsong didn't know what the two of them were thinking, looked at the three-eyed chicken on the dining table, his eyes lit up, and he reached out to grab it.

Ouyang tapped Leng Qingsong's hand reaching for the last chicken leg with his chopsticks, frowned and said, "Have you washed your hands? Let's eat at the table!"

Leng Qingsong withdrew his hand and went to wash his hands honestly.

When Leng Qingsong came back again, Ouyang looked at Hututu who was still sifting through the chaff and comforted softly: "This is your second senior brother Leng Qingsong, and also my younger brother. Don't look at him as fierce, but in fact he is unexpectedly gentle!"

Ouyang told the truth, although his picked-up younger brother gave people a cold feeling that strangers should not enter, but Ouyang, who had been with him day and night for so many years, knew that his little brother was just a little socially fearful.

Hututu reluctantly showed a smile, indicating that he knew.

After hearing Ouyang's introduction, Leng Qingsong looked at Hu Tutu in amazement, and spit out a word: "Fox!"

"What a paste, the stew is just right, eat yours!" Ouyang picked up the chicken leg and stuffed it into Leng Qingsong's mouth, blocking Leng Qingsong's mouth.

When the meal was over, several people returned to their own rooms with their own thoughts.

Only Ouyang was left yelling at Leng Qingsong: "Get out! Don't bring the quilt over here, find a place to sleep by yourself, don't share a room with me!"

And confusedly lying on his own bed with relief, what happened today completely exceeded his psychological expectations.

Tu Tu me, where the hell did I come to!

Hu Tutu remembered that before he left, his grandfather said earnestly: "Son, as an innate Taoist body, others will definitely not be able to see your real body, so you must not tell others your identity, or you will be killed." !"

Tutu me, even a few senior brothers can't tell me that I am a spirit fox!

The befuddled and delicate face wrinkled into a bitter gourd look. I have important things to do when I come to Qingyunzong, but after only coming here for a day, I feel the oppression from the human race.

It's just that there are so many talents coming out of such a small mountain, the Qingyun sect and even the entire human race are not something the monster race can contend with!